We don’t talk about my nose, nose, nose, nose
We don’t sweep with a broom, no, but
It was Bruno’s wedding (Our wedding day)
We were getting rain
And there wasn’t a cloud in the sky (No clouds allowed; Shut)
Bruno walks in with a bin full of gin (Thunder)
So will you shut? (Segways are weird)
Bruno says he likes cocaine (Why did he tell us?)
In doing coke, he goes insane (Abuela, get the rehabilitation)
Married in a hurricane (A hurricane; Anyway)
We don’t talk about Bruno, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no (Hey, hey, hey)
Grew to live in fеar of Bruno’s beard, it’s so weird
I can always hear him sort of muttеring and muttering and-
I can always hear the sound of stuttering Sans
I can sort of see him sort, da ta, um, mmm, hey, hey, hey
Always left Abuela and the hey, hey, hey, hey
Twitter stans, Twitter, Twitter stans
Are you a stan?
Seven black rats, that’s a lot of rats
When he sees your mask, he calls you Dream
Yeah, he feasts on rat feces, seven foot ice creams (Hey)
We don’t talk about weed, no, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Taco Bell
He told me my memes would die
The next day, dead (Oh no)
He told me I’d grow a gut
It’s just water weight (No, no)
He said that my head would disappear- (No, no)
Your fate is stupid, see eyes, see eyes
He told me that my vine
Would someday break (Ow; Wow!) (Ah)
He told me that my power would die
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (Óye, Mariano’s on his way)
Would be a man, reach, betrothed to my mother
Bruno, Bruno
Bruno, Bruno
I really need to know about tacos
Gimme the truth Taco Bell, Bruno
Isabela, your boyfriend’s here (I am not throwing away my shot)
Time for timer
{Bridge (Overlapping): Pepa, Félix, Dolores, Camilo & (All)
It was Bruno’s wedding, we were getting rain; our wedding; grew to live in fear of Bruno’s beard, it’s so weird, I can always hear him sort of muttering and muttering and; Seven black rats, that’s a lot of rats; {Blackout, blackout}
And there wasn’t a cloud in the sky; no clouds allowed; shut; I can always hear the sound of stuttering Sans; when he sees your mask, he calls you Dream; {Non-stop}
Bruno walks in with a bin full of gin; I can sort of see him sort, da ta, um, mmm, hey, hey, hey, always left Abuela and the hey, hey, hey, hey; Yeah, he feasts on rat feces, seven foot ice creams
So will you shut?; Twitter stans, Twitter, Twitter stans; {Non-stop}
Bruno says he likes cocaine; why did he tell us?; grew to live in fear of Bruno’s beard, it’s so weird; seven black rats, that’s a lot of rats; {Blackout, blackout}
In doing coke, he goes insane; Abuela, get the rehabilitation; I can always hear him sort of muttering and muttering and; when he sees your mask, he calls you Dream; {Non-stop}
Married in a hurricane; anyway; I can always hear the sound of stuttering Sans; yeah, he feasts on rat feces, seven foot ice creams; I can sort of see him sort, da ta, um, mmm, hey, hey, hey, always left Abuela and the hey, hey, hey, hey; {My shot}
Don’t talk about Bruno (Why did I talk about Niko?)
Not a word about Bruno (I never shoulda brought up Bruno)
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