LYRICS GAME

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