Pireneje Taco Hemingway lyrics english

Pireneje Taco Hemingway lyrics english

[Chorus]
God is calling here again (prrr, prrr), I make a mute, I
drink her tonic, I drink her bombs, I drink her words from her mouth I’m afraid
to think where would I be today listening to wise heads (nowhere)
She has chills, she has shivers, but it’s not frost.
With each run I get closer to the Lord’s Gate
In the Pyrenees shows me two HUD boxes
To the office today I poured four packs again
I’m immortal, what a hell, what a grave

[Verse 1]
This black highway is my therapist
I still think how long I will survive, How many adults, how many children I have
And your idol got drunk here again, but I will not judge him
Because my idol also got drugs himself

I say goodbye to my daughter, I’m looking for a mouth like Ferdydurke Sorka for high school reading, but people’s eyes are more and more yellow
As in Slytherin there are snakes with a string
I don’t believe in magic, I’m Vernon Dursley

[Bridge]
Mr rapper japa take stul se, for kids you are Jesus
Say maybe something smart sometimes and not how many whores you could have in bulk
Tell me how many friends you have from before you opened the gate to your career
Tell me when you had sex and you didn’t feel like visiting a brothel (oh)

[Chorus]
God is calling here again (prrr, prrr), I’m making a phone call mute I
drink her tonic, I drink her bombs, I drink her words from her mouth I
‘m afraid to think, where would I be today listening to wise heads (nowhere)
She has chills, she has chills, but it’s not frost.
With each run I get closer to your gate.
In the Pyrenees, she shows me two packs of HUD.
To the office today, I poured four packs again.
I’m immortal, what hell, what grave

[Verse 2]
A new one is flying Juice, I won’t tell you that.
If you also live on notes – well, may you be healthy
New city every day, new club
every day New rapper every day, new corpse every day
And you again today a new look, new clothes, new car
New erection, new ass of new words

New DM from new bitches, new photos of new asses
A new day is a new enemy, you are digging a new grave today
If you are sowing ferment, life is laying logs again
If you wish people happiness, you are young God
Keep these toxins away from my waters
Sora, I have to go, sory sory no because she is calling me

[Chorus]
Again God is calling here (prrr, prrr), the phone is mute I
drink her tonic, drink her bombs, I drink her words from her mouth I
‘m afraid to think, where would I be today listening to wise heads (nowhere)
She has chills, she has shivers, but it’s not frost
With each run I approach your Gate
In the Pyrenees shows me two HUD boxes
To the office today I poured four packs again
I am immortal, what a hell, what a grave

[Logbook 3]
Europa flight log, entry three. I drove the last few sections of the route way too fast. It felt like someone was hitting my gas pedal as if someone else was driving. I ended up negotiating with the police. While looking for documents, I came across a CD that a prematurely deceased rapper gave me. I do not want to join them, however respectable it may be. I paid the fine and went on my way. Another light appeared on the dashboard. I don’t wanna stop shining, I don’t know what it means. Reception

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