Bacardi Bluez E

Congress turned into nothing but a fashion Statement. Baby, I'ma tell you nothing. I'm fucked up so I had to hide. But you can always smell my bluffing. No, I cannot deny it this time. You know I gotta. Rolling up again like I'm cruising a drop-top. Papi off the gin, spending top guap. By my blow like I'm the wind in an Article. Faded with the fam and we came for The sin. I admit that I fucked up Once again. Bad enough, I had it rough, I'm stuck again, Oh. Tell me you know the way out. It's for you. Tell me you know the way out. Yeah. I cannot glorify When all of my pleasures are borderline. Magic, alter wise. Forbidden treasures ain't hard to find. And I'm finna get 'em all. Please, I don't open doors, no. Oh, please, there's no guarantee that this life Won't be tragic. Yeah, I'm in a room and the roof is Collapsing. Steady action on All. Tell me you know the way out. It's for you. I still love you. Oh yeah. Yeah. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.