LUNA

Ivo
[?]
808 Mafia

I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
Smoking a joint, I watch the Moon
I know what's coming, I have no doubt
I cross the sand, I cross the dune

I don't fall in love, sign it
I don't fall in love, sign it
I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
Twelve grams in half an hour

Four nights and I barely sleep, how do you think I get better?
In the Neumann blood every time I record, it pierces
Must be the words, the flow, or the hours
That I put in non-stop, without eating and grinding

At the entrance, I sell tickets and the one leaving wants tickets
For the next show and again I sell tickets
In Europe, a lot of tickets, in Sacoa I earn tickets
On the train, I ride without a ticket, twelve grand in half an hour

I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
Smoking a joint, I watch the Moon
I know what's coming, I have no doubt
I cross the sand, I cross the dune

I don't fall in love, sign it
I don't fall in love, sign it
I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
Twelve grams in half an hour

I smoke in the bong or in the puff
Brown paper with the Duko
Pasta with the sauce
Copperfield with the tricks
Nugaton what I sell, really I resell

Talking to the Moon and your girl is texting me
I got guns, I got bullets, in a Benz with two pallets
A couple of bricks like in Cali, artisanal, regional
In a triangular ship, I brought the interstellar
And I brought the flow from the south, they made that request

I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
Smoking a joint, I watch the Moon
I know what's coming, I have no doubt
I cross the sand, I cross the dune

I don't fall in love, sign it
I don't fall in love, sign it
I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
Twelve grams in half an hour

Give me a kiss, give me two, give me a kiss
I'm the boss, you're not, I smoke two and I smoke spliff
Hey, Jeep Backwoods, Ivo on the beat
The ZaZa in the joint, we put an end to your story

I got the cone, I got the done
I got clones, I got tons
I look at the stars, look how far
We're from over there, run along, dumbass

We're in Merlo, walking around
I'm Atlantean, not from Atlanta
I drink a tea for the heat
I'm going to Corrientes, heading to Misiones

I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
Smoking a joint, I watch the Moon
I know what's coming, I have no doubt

I cross the sand, I cross the dune
I don't fall in love, sign it
I don't fall in love, sign it
I smoke Marlboro and gaze at the Moon
Twelve grams in half an hour