Ill Niño Lyrics
7. Rumba
The Gods want something Laying on your back again You know you will regret this Yo espero y quiero Leaving these knots tied, give up to me Is it a mistake? You set me up Cause this will only mean our disgrace Baila la Rumba Latina Swallow the style that I bring ya Baila la Rumba Latina Swallow the style that I bring ya Say you want to be a friend But real friends don't play pretend La sangre off my face Don't mean a thing, just give up to me Is it a mistake? You set me up Cause this will only mean our disgrace Baila la Rumba Latina Swallow the style that I bring ya Baila la Rumba Latina Swallow the style that I bring ya The Gods want something Pushing yourself on me will not get you there And blinding me with your plea You say you will be fair Everything that you find inside you will regret Read all the fucking signs, choke on your own sweat! The right thing would be us to be, reunite nothing I fucking hate you, I fucking hate you, choke on your Sweat! Is it a mistake? You set me up Cause this will only mean our disgrace Baila la Rumba Latina Swallow the style that I bring ya Baila la Rumba Latina Swallow the style that I bring ya
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