Brazilian Girls - Problem | Текст песни

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Better start crying over my dead body
Life without a ride just dont feel the same
Come up short
You’re on teh streets of NYC
They hung my friend smiling just an hour ago

I've got a problem
What you do last night
I've got a problem
you’ver got everything

It's all in your head
You’re gonna be dead

Miniature dog mother mary shrine
You’re up in the air
Yeah you gonna be fine
Who’s behind the wheel
I don’t know

Back of the truck just go go go

I've got a problem..

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