LEARN LYRICS

I've seen several like you
But none in solitude
You stand out among the crowd
And seeing you doesn't seem real
But why are you so alone?
I pull out a little joint and you roll it
That I'm a street guy, a warrior in life
Just me and my pistol
But why are you so alone?
If I pull out some weed tell me if you roll it
That life is a videogame
I'm an avatar inside a console
Let's stop the stupid sh*t already
Come on, babe, and speak clearly to me
I know that you've seen me a couple times
Out there taking a spin in the Camaro
And why so alone, all by yourself, I know what you need
How about you bring a little friend for my buddy?
Babe, I'm a street guy, raised and born in the ghetto
And that's what weakens you
Listen, little girl, you're so pretty
With a fair face and lady style
You enchanted me
Tell me if I do it for you and sing to you
And buddy Jere, tell her
6.5 to life and fun
Today I'm with Nicko, so come through
I brought you this reggaeton so that you dance to it
And buddy Nicko, tell her
I'm with the damned crew that never fails
And also with Jere so, babe, come through
That any problem my AK guns down
But why are you so alone?
If I pull out some weed tell me if you roll it
I know that I'm a street guy, a warrior in life
Just me and my pistol
But why are you so alone?
You don't know what it controls
That life is a videogame
I'm an avatar inside a console
If you want to spend, babe, I'm paid
I stole you from the party like a pro
The perfect getaway, the best drinks
A life of luxury on a private jet
And let's mix your Gucci or Valentino
Your rush-colored lips match with me
And if it happens, babe, in solitude
Giving it to you mercilessly, I handle it all fine
I picture how we f*ck, you a total diva
With that booty, you stole the show, God bless you
Send her this style, let's smoke sativa
I don't promise you, but I assure you that we'll be millionaires
Relax, get flirty, nobody over here pressures you
Come, let's tour the planet
Say it and I'll take you to that world of colors
You got a boob like my seashells
And buddy Jere, tell her
6.5 to life, don't forget me, ma'
We already blew up Chile
And now we're going worldwide
And Nicko, though, the OG
Jere Klein
Yeah, yeah, yeah