(you light up another cigarette, pour the wine,. its 4 o'clock in the morning and its starting to get light,. now im right where i wanna be, loosing track of time,.
A hundred miles of emptiness. It's lonely here but I confess. That it feels so good. . Falling to the earth below. Warm myself in the sun's glow. And it feels so good.
I believe that it's meant to be. And it feels a little like '93. With failing hands we hold it high. And raise number 25 to the sky. I believe we're right in the mix and it.
Yeah, yeah, listen to the story I'm about to tell. Another tale about that yayo. Little girl once in a city suite. 14 introduced to the streets. Started from weed, big smoke outs.
I'm always looking for a winna. Your rolling with a world wide sinner. Jump out the car and let the perm hit her. . The city is a drug. My Rolls Royce is thumping like the club.
1970, 1970. 1970, 1970. . Naci un dia de junio. Del año 77. Planeta mercurio. Y el año de la serpiente. Sin o patente. Tatuado y en mi frente. Que en el vientre de mi madre.