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I'll go down to the high world to see your skin
I know I don't meet your standards, but I have a lot to offer you

I'll go down to the high world to see your skin
I know I don't meet your standards, but I have a lot to offer you
A love like those you don't see anymore and

I'll go down to the high world to see your skin
I know I don't meet your standards, but I have a lot to offer you
A love like those you don't see anymore

Stop giving space to the fake, seek warmth in the simple
The one who plays it warm sells more than a fashion show
Girl, you better wake up, he has a heart that laughs but it's full of cavities

And when you come to see me, dodge a couple of potholes
Turn around at that spot, I'll be waiting there
When I go to see you and they glance sideways, for not being expensive
(I'll show off your lips)
I'll go down to the high world to see your skin
I know I don't meet your standards, but I have a lot to offer you
A love like those you don't see anymore and

I'll go down to the high world to see your skin
I know I don't meet your standards, but I have a lot to offer you
A love like those you don't see anymore

We step out, it's the sidewalk where nothing arrives
Cemetery of dreams and promises
Paradise that takes advantage
Of there being no gain on your table

But I saw you in a high line
You're italic and I'm a print that's not readable to the crowd
Except for you who sees beyond
(What everyone sees)
(One more? Come on, come on)
Let's enjoy the time
Let's take it slow
Let my hoodie get lost and make it an excuse for a reunion
I'm from the low neighborhood and she's from high status
Still, the little dark guy with tattoos gets to her

Let's enjoy the time
Let's take it slow
Let my hoodie get lost and make it an excuse for a reunion
I'm from the low neighborhood and she's from high status
Still, the little dark guy with tattoos gets to her