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letra de killa killa backseat - vincenzo torsiello

baby likes the money, i like catchin’ me a cold keats
others like it mooing, but i’m cutting down the red meat
your man is on the wheel with a control that i just can’t beat
while i’m lying, dripping dripping, k!lla k!lla backseat
trip this, trip it up, trip it over
they say i’m no fun ’cause i’m always sober
but i’m a blast, i got nothing to lose ’cause i’m a loner
you’re both tens, i’m a two, split me up, call me grover

i’m so icy, i could die
in touch with my cold mortality ’cause i’m so fly. (i’m so fly)
i’m so toasty, baby, i could fry
down in circle number 8, and you know why

i’mma get over it just as soon as i get over myself
and if i use some elbow grease
maybe i won’t go to hеll
i said
i’mma get into it
duck and cover, baby doll, ’cause i’m thriving
this car’s going straight off a cliff
and i’m backsеat driving

i’m so icy, i could die
and i’m so toasty, i’mma fry, fry, fry
(i’mma fry, fry, fry)
why am i here? do i need a reason?
i can start it up without even putting the keys in
if we are the world, i might just be a lesion
but this beat is feelin’ delian, my rhymes are peloponnesian (yo!)
the patron saint of the liars and fakes
confused as a church mouse, squeaking like my brakes
i’ve accepted my disheveled state as of late
what’s that ball i just hit into the pocket?
(it was the 8)
dang it

i’m so icy, i could die
in touch with my cold mortality ’cause i’m so fly
i’m so toasty, baby, i could fry
down in circle number 8 where the 8 ball is, with all my lies

i’m so icy, i could die
i’m so toasty, i’mma fry, fry, fry
(i’mma fry, fry, fry)
i’m so icy, baby, i could die
i’m so toasty, i’mma fry, fry, fry
(i’mma fry, fry, fry)
yo, somebody call dante
i’m boutta bite his whole bit
losing love and writing wacky fanfiction?
that’s called “tuesday” for me, kid
yeah, somebody call sigmund
he can take back this id
i’ll eschew that and chew it up, shoo it too, boo
’cause that shoe ain’t fit
hey, somebody call marlon
’cause moral terror has my face
please, somebody give michio a ring
’cause i’mma need some sp-ce
send a message to andy
i’m about to get out an sos without a fl-ng-r
somebody call hopkins
i’m about to charge you all with my grandeur

(that might’ve been a little much)

i’mma get over it just as soon as i get over myself
and if i use some elbow grease
maybe i won’t go to h-ll
i said
i’mma get into it
duck and cover, baby doll, ’cause i’m thriving
this car’s going straight off a cliff
and i’m backseat driving
i’m so icy, baby, i could die
and i’m so toasty, i’mma fry, fry, fry
(i’mma fry, fry, fry)
i’m so icy, i could die
i’m so toasty, i’mma fry, fry, fry
(i’mma fry, fry, fry)
i said i’m toasty, b-tter on both sides
burn the candle at both ends, peace out, bye-bye
burn the candle on both ends, peace out, bye-bye
burn the candle at every end
the end, burnout, bye-bye

- vincenzo torsiello

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