Buri Buri (Bonus Track) [feat. Miyachi & Pablo Blasta] - G YAMAZAWA

Her name was aphrodisia She put me in a spell She told all her friends I could do her well Took her in the alley Laid her on the trash Then she told me everything Put your corner on working girl Smudged makeup around your eyes First you want it get You want it come and get it You need it all the time Nymphomaniac in black She wants your peaches But all you get is cream All you get is cream All you get is Put your red dress on working girl Got another spot on your dress First you hold me You hurt me You bite me Then you burn me You work me overtime Nymphomaniac in black She wants your peaches But all you get is cream All you get is cream All you get is cream How many times can I say that I want you How many times can I pass you by And dare I look inside the sullen door of many colors Thousands of seed lights glowing inside my head And I can't... Put your corner on working girl Smudged makeup around your eyes First you want it get it You want it come and get it You want it all the time Nymphomaniac in black She wants your peaches But all you get is cream All you get is cream Nymphomaniac in black She wants your peaches But all you get is cream All you get is cream All you get is cream And so I walked on down the hall And found myself passionless and not quite able To take myself seriously Now you and I know that I know that you know That everybody around me is lyin' and cryin' and dyin'

I'm proud to be an outlaw I'm proud to be a rock n' roller Just don't want to get judged by the color of my skin Or the beer that I'm drinkin' Don't fuck with me 'cause I don't look like you We can be brothers and wear our different colors too Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you Some people got a problem with a man in long hair I don't care Some people don't like a poor boy 'cause they think you can't win For the thoughts that he's thinkin' Don't fuck with me 'cause I don't look like you We can be brothers and wear our different colors too Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you We can be brothers and wear our different colors too Do unto others as you'd have others do unto you Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you --Repeat bridge-- Don't fuck with me 'cause I don't look like you We can be brothers and wear our different colors too Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you We can be brothers and wear our different colors too Don't fuck with me 'cause I don't look like you We can be brothers and wear our different colors too Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you We can be brothers and wear our different colors too And wear our different colors too And wear our different colors too And wear our different colors too And wear our different colors too

Don't you worry, don't feel no pain Just wrap your lips around her Don't you fret none, don't feel no shame We're gonna roll 'er up, Mary Jane She's my baby rocket stone her eyes are green She smells like candy and her number is 13 They say she's growin' wild, wild like a weed They say she's loco crazy There's somethin' I best tell you I'm loco crazy too Mary Jane, I want you; Mary Jane, I need you And I heard you were lookin' for some action And I think I got just what you need And we were sittin' in a circle Passin' round and round Mary Jane, I want you Mary Jane, I need you I found my connection down at the beach And my heart started racin' 'cause she's at arm's reach I don't know why I feel this way 'bout you but I do I am hallucinating, this world, fine mess we're in I am imaginating, come to me, Mary, Mary Jane Mary Jane, I want you; Mary Jane, I need you Mary Jane, I want you; Mary Jane, I need you Mary Jane, I want you; Mary Jane, I need you Green buds inside you, green buds inside you Green buds inside you, green buds inside

Black-out Bill, he's my bud, he brings over Jack In the car to the Whisky It's 1: 30, stinking drunk, 50 cents in my pocket Turn around-Vicky! On the cuff, on the house, line 'em up, line 'em down One more round Quarter of two, what to do. Sharks start to circle My my my my my my my Last call alcohol, time we said bye-bye My my my my my my-Vicky! On the cuff, on the house, line 'em up, line 'em down One more round--one more round She said "start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty" Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty 14 yellow roses, windows for the light One more round One more round One more round One more round

You thought you'd blow my mind You thought you'd suck my thumb You thought you'd be Sweet a little slutsy tipsy You thought you'd buy some beer You thought you'd crucify me You thought you'd be Sweet a little slutsy tipsy Sweet a little slutsy tipsy You won't be alone It's warm inside You thought you'd take me home You thought you'd sacrifice me You thought you'd be Sweet a little slutsy tipsy Sweet a little slutsy tipsy Sweet a little slutsy tipsy Sweet a little slutsy tipsy Love is a special thing

Get a drumma some Yeah G Yamazawa Check it I'm a rock star I'm a rock star I'm a motherfuckin' natural I am natural You know that Imma pop off until the block's off I'm a knock k doc off until I'm top dog Picture this is how the cop car, with the glock drawn These motherfuckers impostors, a lost cause Yamazawa got a lock on, with the lock off Oh you know that I've been lockjawed since the snotnose Playin' pickup in the tanktop Hittin' bank shots Getting the spliff and lit the tape rock Til my tape pop Get them witnessin' the great rock this ain't k-pop Well we whippin' up the straight drop 'til some base nine Bet ya never seen a straight line with some canine True story that Imma face time I ain't lyin' You could say that I'm a show off 'cuz i doze off But you'll know about the show dog when it goes on Get a drumma some I got lows i got highs i got mids i got bass I got lows i got highs i got mids i got bass (get a drumma some) I got lows i got highs i got mids i got bass I got lows i got highs i got mids i got bass (get a drumma some) I got lows i got highs i got mids i got bass I got lows i got highs i got mids i got bass (get a drumma some) You a damn fool if you can't prove All the cities that i ran through for the damn bull Lot of things that i can't do got my hands full Little homie I'm in Cancun writing pan tunes And I'm treating every sample like a heirloom My mama told me be careful with my miracles You're will need another pair of shoes it's a Marathon I'm a motherfuckin' barracuda tuning baritone Get a drumma some Get a drumma some Get a drumma some I am motherfuckin' gonna start if I wanna start I remember I was troublesome now I'm number one I'm a motherfuckin' one of one I'm a one of one Yeah a motherfuckin' drumma some if you wanna feel I don't really wanna deal this is on emile And everybody wanna peel but ain't gotta pay Fuckin' with mister Yamazam I'm a hologram -ey You mighta made a team but you gotta start on the bench I know that I'm Japanese but you should pardon my French Instead of pardoning kings and making martyrs of men I guess American dreams all seem to start at the end Everybody get your roll on, get your stroll on I be burnin' with my protons like in voltron I can't pick up the phone dog when the roll call But you know about the show dog if it goes on Get a drumma some I got lows, highs, mids, bass I got lows, highs, mids, bass (get a drumma some) I got lows i got highs i got mids i got bass I got lows i got highs i got mids (get a drumma some)