Medio barrio hustlin’, matando el hambre
Sueña con el Aston Martin descapotable
Doce coches en el parking con vigilante
Blanco Perla, rojo ’Rarri, o negro mate
Yo a las siete me levanto y me viene grande
Tengo que pasar de largo, de escaparate
Y otra vez mirar el charco, y reflejarme
Y verme los ojos en blanco, en pleno trance, yeah, yeah
I been losing mysеlf, but I’m looking for madness
Un disparo en mi cien, para rеsucitarme
Acabé por colgarle, como las botas del cable
Como mi cuello en la soga en mitad del mar
Debe morir pa’ que se renueve
La cuerda cae sobre el taburete
No me aguanta todo el peso y cede
No es tan sencillo reconocerle
Nada me duele tan fácilmente
Lo llevo dentro, ya no me escuece
Empiezo el día a más de 120
Me acuesto dead, le meto fuerte
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dispárame aquí, déjalo ir
Saca esa mierda por fin
Ata la cuerda y amén
Reza la Virgen, a ver
Mata esa parte de mí, todo irá bien
Es otra vez la hora de ayer
1/1 I bought myself
21, sin responder, again, again
Ojos borrosos pidiéndolo
Puliendo reservas en el cajón
Hiperactivo pero en slow
Salgo de paso bajo mi
El, debajo del clout
Planeo mi gol, pegado del hood
Si falla mi plan, falto dirección
Y medio de Aston
Medio barrio hustlin’, matando el hambre
Sueña con el Aston Martin descapotable
Doce coches en el parking con vigilante
Blanco Perla, rojo ‘Rarri, o negro mate
Yo a las siete me levanto y me viene grande
Tengo que pasar de largo, de escaparate
Y otra vez mirar el charco, y reflejarme
Y verme los ojos en blanco, en pleno trance, yeah, yeah
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ASTON MARTIN Lyrics English
Half neighborhood ‘, killing hunger
Dream of Aston Martin convertible
Twelve cars in the parking lot with vigilant
White pearl, red ‘rarri, or matt black
At seven o’clock I wake up and it is big
I have to pass by shop window
And again look at the puddle, and reflect me
And see my eyes blank, in the middle of trance, yeah, yaah
I Been Losing MySеlf, But i’m Looking for Madness
A shot in my hundred, to rеsucitar me
I ended up hanging him, like cable boots
Like my neck in the rope in the middle of the sea
It must die for renewing
The rope falls on the stool
Not the whole weight endures me and yields
It is not so simple to recognize him
Nothing hurts so easily
I carry it inside, it no longer brings me
I start the day to more than 120
I lie down, I put strong
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
UH, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Display me here, let it go
Take out that sh#t at last
Attach the rope and amen
La Virgen says, to see
Kill that part of me, everything will be fine
It is again yesterday
1/1 i boought mySelf
21, without answering, Again, Again
Blurred eyes asking him
Polishing reservations in the drawer
Hyperactive but in Slow
I go by passing under me
He, under the clout
I plan my goal, glued from the Hood
If my plan fails, I miss address
And a half of Aston
Half neighborhood ‘, killing hunger
Dream of Aston Martin convertible
Twelve cars in the parking lot with vigilant
White pearl, red ‘rarri, or matt black
At seven o’clock I wake up and it is big
I have to pass by shop window
And again look at the puddle, and reflect me
And see my eyes blank, in the middle of trance, yeah, yaah
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HOKE Lyrics – ASTON MARTIN