Shots (feat. Blassdeath)

Twelve in the morning Wake up, have a cup of tea Saturday, they’ve been mourning, grieving They've lost something, can't you see? So, what the fuck? You've been telling lies Non-stop But they're truths The victim is me My hand grabbed yours under the shadow of a tree Heat so big, sweat starts to pour down on my knees Water dives it deep I'm still the seed Flower's bloomin’ and you groomin’ what is left of me Grown up just a bit and died once again Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane Grown up just a bit and died once again Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane Grown up just a bit and died once again Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane Grown up just a bit and died once again Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane I've been crying, i don't even know the cause (Pause) Every day chattin thru the phone, no pause (Pause) Special day in the corner, i won't even get cake (Pause) Now i've lost inspiration, keep thinkin’ ‘bout you every day Plant, love We planted love We planned love, we begged for love, Rosenda First date, xyz All you see is me Your body heat? Yeah, I like it I like how it feels Not a fan of meat Not a fan of veggies But i'll still eat Grown up just a bit and died once again Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane Grown up just a bit and died once again Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane Grown up just a bit and died once again Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane Grown up just a bit and died once again Taking shot after shot, it's been keeping me insane I don't have to believe What is presented to me Is a lazily constructed lie A filthy, lethal cry, promethazine You don't want to appear In big-ass important magazines But you should look at the irony You're still chasing that famous life Pobre de ti Rompo, rompo, rompo culos Sin ningún, ningún disimulo Sabes que lo tienes crudo Si no te deshaces del bulo Qué maduro, ¿no? Qué maduro, ha Suelo pasarlo mal, y Suelo ponerme a llorar, al Suelo, pon las manos en alto, y en el Suelo voy a acabar Dale al revolver, dale al revolver, Solo si de verdad no me quieres a volver Ver Te es mi nombre, revertir es el proceso de conocer Te Quiero volver a hacer Quizá en esas circunstancias Podríamos haberlo hecho bien