Kpem by Manu Trovão & KLG Klergé

[Part I]

[Verse]
Garota Bonita, I sent faded letters in your mails may I sell our descent into a symphony ? Fake impression at first she asked "Are you smart for a convo or covet the ass ?" I laugh but. She was like "nothing can last if you lack some decency with your mask" i grasp.
Some yams & batteries, celeries in the mixer leaves/lives a better life without pork pottery, now another kind of dish Honey. Moon-walk, mold unnecessary split the farine, Famicon of "catch me" before the cake, it's catchy (or corny)
Attrition wars, walls of "harm me".
Is crazy ! How Freaks we can beeee.
So the Laws are maze, the moods are waves, just new in your ways. Pardon a rough nigga, that never lost temper but know what the fuck is abrasive in his calm. Breeze of behavior inherited from his Godfather, yours was a motherfucker. You said, with all the base/baes covered. I'm sorry really i wish my miss that the support was enough. A hug that knocked on the head, its so heavy, the break is not hitting for you or me ? I don't know,
low key. Just slow to the fall off while you glow, blow but still the stove in this kitchen of gloves is back up, by your mole but then (i,i,i,i) but then I
Cancel the message so...

[Part II]

[Mantra]
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Where our hearts are (crawling)
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Dominoes Falling
Where our hearts are...

[Verse]
Soaked into a palm oil, parole pilot, of this crash mash harlots. When you buy at the garden, the guide of a condom to the raw lust of a Madonne. Pardon me, not a recipe of peace, piece together the risk it better be. The male figure of your dreams before forming a costing exchange of benefits fits my malice.
Exchange of benefits fits yours.
Mess up, make up rideee. Sex toys, setup righttt (Oh my) Godless rest on a bloody breast after she killed my ex (Nuts!) Not enough ! Bust in a Prison School we glew each other as the same fulling in flesh.

Flesh/Flèche
Through your heart made of kpem (yeah)
Cupid is not a gun (yeah)
Do i feel like a scum? (Hum)
Come come come come !
Through your heart made of kpem (yeah)
Cupid is not a gun (yeah)
Do i feel like a scum? (Hum)
Come come come come !

Through the telephone for my safety, sobbering all these hollering scenes. Please baby. Don't tell me if he's there or not, i don't try my luck with a cop.
Gone Girl for a while on a wild mission. To take every break as a breed of attention.
Attention ! I only do it to escape eviction.

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