Come Back Around (feat. Cherry Glazerr) [Romain Garcia Remix] - Moon Boots

MILES SadTurs KIID, you ready? A, B, C, D Come on, come on babe, babe One, two, three, four Yeah, yeah Yeah One, two, three, four Bitches bussano alla porta, yeah Five, six, seven, eight Entrano uno alla volta, yeah A, B, C, faccio l'appello come a scuola, yeah Basic bitch, copia lo slang e prende nota, yeah Fa troppo caldo oppure sono io (What's up) Mio Dio (What's up), so high Chili di Sephora dentro la Clio Non sono Clio Make up Telenovela alla Paso Adelante (Ah) No stuntman (Ah), realtà Faccio apparire quel soldo contante In un istante, clip clap Mi chiedono foto in Chinatown Fanno l'inchino per ringraziarmi (Oh, wow) Lui fa tutto il giro della town Perché non riesce a rimpiazzarmi (Ahah) Tu sei una bitch, no Barbie (No) Che passa la vita ad osservarmi, mhm Stasera hitto il party (Mhm) Apri quella bocca se vuoi più Bacardi, mhm One, two, three, four Bitches bussano alla porta, yeah (No-no) Five, six, seven, eight Entrano uno alla volta, yeah A, B, C, faccio l'appello come a scuola, yeah Basic bitch, copia lo slang e prende nota, yeah (Ah) One, two, three, four Per questo stile prendi nota, ah Primo, secondo, terzo, quarto Baby, mi vuole dai tempi di scuola, ah Ottimo, distinto, insufficiente, perché ne vuole ancora, ancora, ancora Vogliono tutti quegli ingredienti Li guardiamo entrare uno alla volta Trap con la vera trap, qui andiamo a lezione Vorrebbero questo stile, ma possono fare i cloni Sono tutti quanti ANNA, sono tutti quanti Tony Stiamo pensando ad alzarli finché non c'ho la scoliosi Nella stanza fa caldo perché siamo i più hot In cucina pozioni, sembro un cazzo di- A, B, C oppure alfabeto morse One, two, three laureato in str- One, two, three, four Bitches bussano alla porta, yeah Five, six, seven, eight Entrano uno alla volta, yeah A, B, C, faccio l'appello come a scuola (Uh, uh, uh), yeah Basic bitch (Uh, uh, uh), copia lo slang e prende nota, yeah Un, due, tre, quattro, cinque, sei Sì, li sto contando tengo sempre in una borsa il cash Mentre li rifaccio Fumo mentre guardo il trash, mi sto rilassando Per tutte le notti che ho passato da solo pensando Odio tutti i sommelier, mamma, che imbarazzo Poppo cinque, sei, sette Perc Così non vi sento Come state bella, wesh, son sempre lo stesso Non sto a fare mica qualche flex, per tutto il successo One, two, three, four, bye Sognati la fama e l'hype Io rimango spesso offline Tutto fatto poi vedo in fish-eye Questa tipa mi ha lasciato in testa tutte le sue pare Non so come mandarla a fanculo forever Ormai penso che si sia capito che ce l'ho di brutto Con tutte quelle fallite delle mie ex Non me ne fotte un cazzo dei tuoi homie Faccio la differenza in campo, Kobe Se non lo sapessi sei in una jungle, brothi Come fate ad essere tanto vuoti? One, two, three, four Bitches bussano alla porta, yeah Five, six, seven, eight Entrano dalla porta, yeah A, B, C, faccio l'appello come a scuola, yeah Basic bitch copia lo slang e prende nota, yeah

Jenny non vuol più parlare non vuol più giocare vorrebbe soltanto dormire Jenny non vuol più capire sbadiglia soltanto non vuol più nemmeno mangiare Jenny è stanca Jenny vuole dormire Jenny è stanca Jenny vuole dormire Jenny ha lasciato la gente a guardarsi stupita a cercar di capir cosa Jenny non sente più niente non sente le voci che il vento le porta Jenny è stanca Jenny vuole dormire Jenny è stanca Jenny vuole dormire Io che l'ho vista piangere di gioia e ridere che più di lei la vita credo mai nessuno amò io non vi credo lasciatela stare voi non potete Jenny non può più restare portatela via rovina il morale alla gente Jenny sta bene è lontano... la curano forse potrà anche guarire un giorno Jenny è pazza c'è chi dice anche questo Jenny è pazza c'è chi dice anche questo Jenny ha pagato per tutti ha pagato per noi che restiamo a guardarla ora Jenny è soltanto un ricordo qualcosa di amaro da spingere giù in fondo Jenny è stanca Jenny vuole dormire Jenny è stanca Jenny vuole dormire Jenny è stanca Jenny vuole dormire

Step off the train I'm walking down the street again And past your door But you don't live there anymore It's years since you've been there Now you've disappeared somewhere Like outer space You've found some better place And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead Of everyone We'd walk behind while you would run I look up at your house And I can almost hear you shout Down to me Where I always used to be And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain Back on the train I ask why did I come again Can I confess I've been hanging 'round your old address? The years have proved To offer nothing since you moved You're long gone But I can't move on And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain I step off the train I'm walking down your street again And past your door I guess you don't live there anymore And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you Like the deserts miss the rain And I miss you, yeah Like the deserts miss the rain I miss you

Did you really think, I'd just forgive and forget, no After catching you with her Your blood should run cold, so cold You, you two-timing, cheap-lying, wannabe You're a fool, if you thought that I'd just let this go I see red, red, oh red A gun to your head, head, to your head Now all I see is red, red, red Did you really just say, she didn't mean anything, oh I'll remember those words, when I come for your soul, your soul Know that you, you dug your own grave, now lie in it You're so cruel, but revenge is a dish best served cold I see red, red, oh red A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, and there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead All I see is red, red, oh red Now all I see is Run, hide Oh, you're so done Oh, better sleep with one eye open tonight I see red, red, oh red, oh A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, and there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead All I see is red, red, oh red Now all I see is red, red

I have boys in every country code Just a rollin' stoner on a roll I'd bring the cowgirl out and cock them guns Always leave before the cowboy comes Then I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me Had a flight booked to Japan, but you took me by the hand Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops when I'm with you So slide over here, tell me the truth I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots Never thought about that wifey life Wedding bells just made me wanna die But when you grab me and you spin me 'round You really screw my head up upside-down Then I met you Saturday night, I tried to run away Sunday morning, I woke up fucked up, with you right next to me Had a flight booked to Japan, but you took me by the hand Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops when I'm with you So slide over here, tell me the truth I know you love me wearing nothing but your boots If you can't handle these claws, you don't get this kitty Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight Baby, pick me up, spin me 'round, take me on a ride Pull you by the belt, recognize that you're mine tonight I'm walking on air, kickin' my blues Everything stops, ah When I'm wearing, when I'm wearing, baby, nothing but your boots Nothing but your boots Nothing but your boots

If you have a look around a jungle JOC. It isn't very hard to find a super cop; You can tell who he is if you look down 'Cause he don't wear those boots of brown. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He can run like a cheetah, he can fight like a bear, He can jump like a kudu, he can jinx like a hare And just like a monkey he can climb a tree, He can swim like a tiger in the Zambezi. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. If a terr's on the run or if he goes to ground, Doesn't really matter 'cause they'll hunt him down And if that terr's the first that shoots, He's got no chance against the Black Boots, He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. 'Way down Thrasher or a Hurricane, Repulse, Tangent, it's all the same, They can go where they like, do what they can, But the Black boots always get their man. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga. He wears black boots and he's comin to get ya, An eagle on his sleeve and I can bet ya, Any old place where the black boots are, It ain't no place for a gandanga.