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Artificial ww

Cuando la miro veo a Satan, todo negro su placar
Zorra emo solo quiere jugar, acabará mal
Me pincha su rabia es un puto napalm, dispara ya
Relación puramente artificial, solo a venido a matar

No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
Drogas de diseño en estado fino

No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
Drogas de diseño en estado fino

Artifical story, me queda bien hasta un cardigan
A su hoe se la lleva en un cadillac
Calmalo shawty he venido a acabar lo que el no puedo empezar
Esa houla solo quiere quemar, tu zorra quiere ver todo quebrar

Westwood al filo soy como un Sex pistol
Mi grupo si tiene un estilo distinto
Mi brodie te saca ya un disco
De mitos griegos el es un ser divino

Reyes del infierno no adoran a cristo
Un puto angel que quiere ser visto
Ara todos empiezan a venir
No saben que van a morir

No saben que van a morir
No saben que van a morir
No saben que van a morir
No saben que van a morir

No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
Drogas de diseño en estado fino

No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
No tengo mi core son prendas de archivo
Drogas de diseño en estado fino

Cuando la miro veo a Satan, todo negro su placar
Zorra emo solo quiere jugar, acabará mal
Me pincha su rabia es un puto napalm, dispara ya
Relación puramente artificial, solo a venido a matar

Artificial World

When I look at her, I see Satan, her wardrobe is all black
Emo bitch just wants to play, it will end badly
Her rage stings me, it's fucking napalm, fire away
Purely artificial relationship, she only came to kill

I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
Designer drugs in fine condition

I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
Designer drugs in fine condition

Artificial story, even a cardigan looks good on me
He takes his hoe away in a Cadillac
Calm down shawty, I came to finish what he couldn't start
That hoe just wants to burn, your bitch wants to see everything break

Westwood on the edge, I'm like a Sex Pistol
My group does have a different style
My brodie is putting out a record for you
Of Greek myths, he's a divine being

Kings of hell don't worship Christ
A fucking angel who wants to be seen
Now everyone is starting to come
They don't know they're going to die

They don't know they're going to die
They don't know they're going to die
They don't know they're going to die
They don't know they're going to die

I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
Designer drugs in fine condition

I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
I don't have my core, these are archive clothes
Designer drugs in fine condition

When I look at her, I see Satan, her wardrobe is all black
Emo bitch just wants to play, it will end badly
Her rage stings me, it's fucking napalm, fire away
Purely artificial relationship, she only came to kill