The Interlude
Luis Lopez
Nostalgia my only enemy causing a threat
Mom in a fret 'cause she can see that i'm often upset
I can't help it, it's overwhelming
Mi alma esta enferma
Si tu fumando la yerba, I ain't holding my breath
Too many people say they Love you dawg
Turn around and hurt ya bruh
1917, Just let it bang like Nova Scotia bruh
Heard, every, word, that he, say, play him close
Give him Burberry clothes and watch him hang from the rope
Weren't you told
Not to play in the bridges that you burn i'm falling down
And taking you with me, oh here's my girl i'm glad you called
I met my demise and now it is time that I must go
Just promise me our song will never end when the mic
Checks