MUMBAİ
BRİKA
Damn it I hate to be the type
That seeks to be amused
Damn it I hate to be the type
Damn it I hate to be the type
That's in it real quick before I'm done
Damn it I hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Where's exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
There's a high beam in a low side
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Damn it I hate to be the type
That sticks to black like a parasite
Damn it I hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Where's exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
Then oh oh oh
There's a high beam in a low side
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June
Sitting by the fire Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June
Sitting by the fire How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerence of my own
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerence
(How would I go, I don't even know)
That seeks to be amused
Damn it I hate to be the type
Damn it I hate to be the type
That's in it real quick before I'm done
Damn it I hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Where's exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
There's a high beam in a low side
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Damn it I hate to be the type
That sticks to black like a parasite
Damn it I hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Where's exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
Then oh oh oh
There's a high beam in a low side
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June
Sitting by the fire Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit in the month of June
Sitting by the fire How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerence of my own
How would I go
I don't even know
If I found myself a limerence of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If I found myself a limerence
(How would I go, I don't even know)
