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Yan Block
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Even if you are not here and you are there
Mommy, you're clear that I'm always going to screw you
That this will never end, if I'm always going to screw you
You'll always have me and I'll always have you
You will always call and I will answer you
(You're always going to call and I'm going to answer you)
I fell in love with your flaws, imperfectly perfect
I answer you at all times, that body is a monument, ma'
When are we going to see each other, hell is coming
And I want to die coming, putting myself in you, yeah
I have Mari, Pali and Xanny, Mommy, I live in a party
We point my gun at the chores and tell me: Daddy
Always hidden, Illuminati, in the Ducati, yeh
To Miami, yeah
You’re never here, you're always there
Mommy, you're clear that I'm always going to screw you
That this will never end, if I'm always going to screw you
You'll always have me and I'll always have you
You will always call and I will answer you
Baby, I told you so
That I will always be the one who breaks you
I have Roleta and she Cartier
You know I am the one, I am apart
You are delicious, you are art
You like artists and gangsters
(You like artists and gangsters)
You are not there when I want you to be, it is when you want to be
If love is true, then why do you hurt me?
I'll give you everything you asked for, what more do you want?
Even so, I think so much, baby, that I'm even satisfied
As long as you look at me and listen to me
I transform, when I enter and let you use me
I get upset when I don't feel you near me
On top of me, it gives me chills
I fell in love with your flaws, imperfectly perfect
I answer you at all times, that body is a monument, ma
When are we going to see each other? Hell is coming
And I want to die coming, putting myself in you, yeah
I have Mari, Pali and Xanny, Mommy, I live in a party
We point my gun at the chores and tell me: Daddy
Always hidden, Illuminati, in the Ducati, yeh
To Miami, yeah
I fell in love with your flaws, imperfectly perfect
I answer you at all times, that body is a monument, ma
When are we going to see each other? Hell is coming
And I want to die coming, getting into you