Mirame, mirame en la orilla bro,
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gastandome el pellejo
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Aguantame antes que me caiga
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Oh young blood
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I had this picture of a friend I loved
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He pulled the trigger but it didn't end
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now he is gone to make amends
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He had no say
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Was born to sway between delight from might
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and pillow fighting with the demon trend,
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like it be his best friend
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After the funeral when people went home
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I looked all around me and found myself alone
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I did the thing open, was peeking in
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Got on my curious and made death furious
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Mirame, mirame en la orilla bro,
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gastandome el pellejo
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Aguantame antes que me caiga
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I bought Oshun
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They had her lined up in a liquor store
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Between the chicken heads and token toes
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For the troubles deep within
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I said take them bones
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After I took her home and lit a flame
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Asked her to do me she should turn me on
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Like I'm one of his own
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While mama be praying her rosary
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And daddy be counting the cavalry
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I am with the rest of the kids at the rodeo
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Watching how the bulls all go crazy
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Mirame, mirame en la orilla bro,
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gastandome el pellejo
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Aguantame antes que me caiga
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Mirame, mirame en la orilla bro,
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gastandome el pellejo
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Aguantame antes que me caiga
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Bones Bugalo
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| Gabriel Rios |
