AGRIDULCE (part. BHAVI)

I’ve got a bittersweet taste and I don’t know why
Between forgetting you and seeing you again
Between yawns and the break of dawn
Between cursing you and taking off your bra

Between a song and a conversation
I’m not looking for friends, life already gave me those
I want a tight ass that lifts me up and makes me feel better
I’m not insensitive, I’m honest, I’m honest (yeah)

I annoy you (what?), I hate myself (what?)
I answer you, then I don’t respond
I was working, otherwise I don’t grow
That hit recording, nobody’s perfect

I put down the joint and you showed up
It’s either one, or it’ll be the other
It’s either one, or it’ll be both
You leave me crazy like Van Gogh

I feel amazing, then worse
In a BMW like Miss Daisy
I never said this is love
Then I tell her: My love

She gets mad because I confuse her
Days go by and she forgives me
I’m like this, I’m much better
Destiny found us

I throw all this nonsense at her
That she surely hasn’t forgotten
Headache, paracetamol
And to chill out, we’re heading to the mall, and (uh, baby)

I’ve got something bittersweet and I don’t know why
Between trying to be perfect and failing you again
Between seeing you in photos or touching your skin
Between seeing you every day or once a month

I said I’d smoke less and I’m smoking more than ever
I’m your AI, answering your questions (you already know)
Only in your arms is there so much calm together
I look at her at night, and the stars point at her

Man, my committed self has them hurtin’
I write: It’s all good, with three dots
We’re taking it to court and we’re the witnesses
No rapper writes to you like I do, oh

I’ve got something bittersweet and I don’t know why
Between trying to be perfect and failing you again
Between seeing you in photos or touching your skin
Between seeing you every day or once a month

I annoy you, I hate myself
I answer you, then I don’t respond
I was working, otherwise I don’t grow
That hit recording, nobody’s perfect

I annoy you (what?), I hate myself (what?)
I answer you, then I don’t respond
I was working, otherwise I don’t grow
That hit recording, nobody’s perfect

(Nobody’s perf-perf-perfect)
(Na-Na-Nobody’s perf-perf-perf-perf—)
Snow mountain, where are you?