Favela

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I, I smell like money and look like sex, and what's still on my favorite habits?

So she wanna slide to the club, I want a pub and a couple of ballads.

Life this year's been a madness, even my lazy days cinematic.

I know folks who don't know how to manage, so they go elbow deep in a packet.

My gal don't believe in God, but oh, my Lord, she believes in me.

I pray to my Jesus piece you get out my head and into my jeans.

I was so damn red in the cheeks, borrowing milk and bread from neighbors.

Now the shows like yearly wages, I would have paid to play on these -stages. -Every morning, my darling, we change.

Still in my hoodie, but nothing's the same.

Too scared to talk, so you're walking away. Something is different, what am I missing?

Told your friends I'm a chef 'cause I rolled you cigs and I made you tea in the morning.

Said I love when you act this shy, but me and you both know you know you're gorgeous.

I got me a plan for the night, if you text me twice, then it's not an important.

I grew up broke with no fortune, and I'm on my way to us making a fortune. I can hear you smiling. Life's too short for a perfect timing.

Gray tracksuit, she can tell I'm excited. Would have one girl for the drunkest night.

Say you could be my Queen like Lightning, you could be my Queen like Ed and Bella.

In a mansion off favela, life is love and love is forever.

Every morning, my darling, we change.

Still in my hoodie, but nothing's the same. Too scared to talk, so you're walking away.

Something is different, what am I missing? Every morning, my darling, we change.

Still in my hoodie, but nothing's the same. Too scared to talk, so you're walking away.

Something is different, what am I missing?