pachanka's moods

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt So sexy it hurts And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan New York and Japan And I'm too sexy for your party Too sexy for your party No way I'm disco dancing

ou are everything - he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so upset? Baby, you weren't there and I was thinking of you when I came

Fresh new kicks and pants U got it like that now U know U wanna dance So, move out of your seat And get a fly girl And catch this beat While its rollin Hold on, pump a little bit And let them know Its going on like that Like that cold on a mission So fall on back Let em know that youre too much And this is a beat U cant touch this

I ain't trying to hit it and I ain't trying to wax it picture you and me on the beach and you be climbing up this tall coconut tree all I wanna do is hump with it and make you scream and eat you up as I floss with your g-string.

I'm so impatient I can't stand the wait When will I get my cuddle? Who are you? I know by now that you'll arrive By the time I stop waiting I miss you

I be walkin' god like a dog My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home from Paris Like Steel from a furnace I was born landless This is tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through tha shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank There's a church a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan a child dead at birth There's a widow pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge A syringe and a vein

Common beby light my fire.

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