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Yeah, liars write comedies
The real ones will laugh at us
I know it’s annoying to run
But I run for those times I didn’t
I dream of a bastard in dust
Then I turn it into gunpowder
So I shoot without succumbing
You look like whores wanting a kiss

I don’t want a ki-i-i-i-i-ss from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
From a bi-i-i-i-i-itch, from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
I don’t want a ki-i-i-i-i-ss from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
From a bi-i-i-i-i-itch, from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch (yeah, yeah)

Do it like it’s a dragon
Cash in my pockets like the narcos
She gives me sweet eyes if I ignore her
Looking good on the outside like a berry
Come and die if you try to play tough
And you look like a damn inflatable on the beach
Best seller, my pockets are kinda full
But not with shells for your girl
I’m smoking two blunts full of weed, feeling high
I don’t know how, bro, I just ended up here
Traveling from Rome to Tokyo, then down to Alaska
From the dunes of Shan, I fly to Colorado
I colored this trip to M-I
You thought I’d get used to it
But I’m not fucking with NPCs this time
That bitch doesn’t know I forgot
I repeat that

Yeah, liars write comedies
The real ones will laugh at us
I know it’s annoying to run
But I run for those times I didn’t
I dream of a bastard in dust
Then I turn it into gunpowder
So I shoot without succumbing
You look like whores wanting a kiss

I don’t want a ki-i-i-i-i-ss from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
From a bi-i-i-i-i-itch, from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
I don’t want a ki-i-i-i-i-ss from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
From a bi-i-i-i-i-itch, from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch (yeah)

If daddy did it, you can’t flex it
Ah, it’s worth shit, run if they notice
Take note, homie, you’re cringe as hell
You remind me a lot of all these whores
When you fly high, they wanna stop you
Then, if you fall low, who knows who stays
Just checkmate, making sFaCioLaTE
Took me a few years 'cause I was high
Sorry, brothie, if I gave you another package
But I don’t do it on purpose, I didn’t mean to
This stuff blocks you, this stuff unlocks you
You’re all bones, shut that mouth
Pussy makes a career with her mouth
That bag seemed strange to me, in fact
Okay, you made the money, but at what cost?
Sorry if I despise, but you guys annoy me, I swear

Liars write comedies
The real ones will laugh at us
I know it’s annoying to run
But I run for those times I didn’t
I dream of a bastard in dust
Then I turn it into gunpowder
So I shoot without succumbing
You look like whores wanting a kiss

I don’t want a ki-i-i-i-i-ss from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
From a bi-i-i-i-i-itch, from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
I don’t want a ki-i-i-i-i-ss from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch
From a bi-i-i-i-i-itch, from a bi-i-i-i-i-itch