Mumbai Testo
Testo Mumbai
Dammit i hate to be the type
That seeks to be amused
Dammit i hate to that type
Dammit i hate to be the type
Thats in it real quick before Im done
Dammit i hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
i feel tied
Then oh oh oh
Theres a high beam in a low side
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Dammit I hate to be the type
That sticks to black like parasite
Dammit i hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
i feel tied
Then oh oh oh
Theres a high beam in a low side
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushing syllybles
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit In the month of june
Sitting by the fire
Sitting by the fire x2
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
That seeks to be amused
Dammit i hate to that type
Dammit i hate to be the type
Thats in it real quick before Im done
Dammit i hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
And oh oh oh
Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
i feel tied
Then oh oh oh
Theres a high beam in a low side
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Dammit I hate to be the type
That sticks to black like parasite
Dammit i hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
i feel tied
Then oh oh oh
Theres a high beam in a low side
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushing syllybles
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit In the month of june
Sitting by the fire
Sitting by the fire x2
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
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