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letra de analogue love - palo g

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i’m gonna switch your pain for love
my baby got me in control
i know where i will find the sp-ce
where we can say what we wanna say

—-

i’ll take one step when you want me
goosebumps ain’t there when no heartbeat
but i know where i’ll be you’ll find me
i know where you’ll be you have me x2

i get tired of the games for the fool
i got no way to make u see what i do
but i try, and i testify
and i communicate as a matter of fact

we’re the same, both insane
too much brain, let it rain, can’t complain
set me free
make me see

that we got the dreams to fulfil
that the mountains ain’t high enough
that our love is grooving the reel
that our feeling ain’t getting stopped

but i count every time you thrill
my mornings with some brunch
baby give me the bill
cuz i rather cook some lunch

so you rather stay, cuz i wanna play
and the beat is flame
sipping wine that’s fresh
tune turning like the moon ‘round the earth

play the vinyl that fits the vibe
she got the tunes that make you feel right
ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
she’s so far from the status quo

—-
i’m gonna switch your pain for love
my baby got me in control
i know where i will find the sp-ce
where we can say what we wanna say

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wanna be
baby wanna be
lucid days and your broken dreams
got the flow of your memory
got the reason to feel the speed

imma be the top, one two three
got to live the love sailing free
this device is breaking sh-t
-n-logue love is what i need

you’ll be kind to me yea
while i p-ss, don’t shut, ea
writing letters with hearts, yea
talking bout those clothes you wear

cause my girl is bombastic
she, so intense, she ain’t plastic
she wants the sh-t that ain’t nasty
organic it’s fantastic

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needle dropping on record
eyes closed, yea she begs for
samba brasileira
nah, not talking bout neymar

nah, i’m talking bout good sh-t
you don’t know what that is

blame him for the gucci
yea, that sh-t is tragic

yea, that sh-t black magic
she, got real cotton
fur? baby alpaca
they don’t k!ll that lama

and you just look so fancy
you just look so fresh
and i’m smoking my ganji
while we’re living with respect

yiha

- palo g

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