Humedad Valenciana (part. Parkineos)

I’m wearing a tiny skirt, feels like I’m in my skin
Big earrings, inverted cross, and fur boots, baby
You can’t all be singers, we need a connection, buddy
You’re talking grams while I’m straightening my hair
I’ve got a tiny skirt, a gram from the pharmacy
More pussy than back
My ego's riding high, you can tell who’s singing
I’ve been feeling myself way before blowing up
Taking shots of liquor, and I’m face down on the floor

And my ass up, your ex's carrying that tiny skirt
Says she's a hetero, last night we made some noise
Said I’m a manipulative chick possessed by Balban
Welcome to the club of the disturbed

I don’t wear that tiny skirt anymore, I go just how I want
Rappers don’t dig me, but they’re girls do lost their minds
Say I’m cute on the outside but on the inside I’m a real bitch
And that I smell like Valencian humidity

And my ass up, your ex's carrying that tiny skirt
Says she's a hetero, last night we made some noise
Said I’m a manipulative chick possessed by Balban
Welcome to the club of the disturbed

I don’t wear that tiny skirt anymore, I go just how I want
Rappers don’t dig me, but they’re girls do lost their minds
Say I’m cute on the outside but on the inside I’m a real bitch
And that I smell like Valencian humidity

Valencian humidity
And that I smell like Valencian humidity

And that I smell like m-m-m-m-m—
Valencian humidity
And that I smell like Valencian humidity
That I smell like Valencian humidity