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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 that 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 that you don't see anymore

Stop giving space to the bullshit, find warmth in the simple
The one who runs you 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 that 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 that you don't see anymore and

We came out, it's the path where nothing arrives
Cemetery of dreams and promises
Paradise for those who take 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
(Than 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 let it be an excuse for the reunion
I'm from the low neighborhood and she's from high status
Still, the black guy with the tattoos gets to you

Let's enjoy the time
Let's take it slow
Let my hoodie get lost and let it be an excuse for the reunion
I'm from the low neighborhood and she's from high status
Still, the black guy with the tattoos gets to you