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Cuates y Cacahuates
02:22
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Doot doot dee doot doot dee doot doot dee doot doot dee (repeat)
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The Exorcism
03:18
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Down, down
Don't you go bringing me down no more
No no
No no
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Whoa Oh, whoa oh
Don't you go bringing no ghosts to my house
No ghosts, no ghosts
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
In my house, in my house
Get along get along get along go
In my house, in my house
Get along get along get along go
Whoa oh oh oh oh
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3. |
We're Our Own Kids
02:47
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I'm not feeling the crowds
Maybe I just want to stay at home tonight
We can look at the stars
Up on the roof and under the city lights
Might not see that much
With the clouds and the glare all around
But I know it's you by my side
And you come along for the ride
When we do go out it's just me and you
Talking in a crowd that you pull me through
We're tuning out and we're tuning up
We're tuning in and we push our luck
We tell ourselves we don't give a fuck
We're giving in and not giving up
Don't need a crowd cuz we never did
We listen loud and we're our own kids
Not feeling the crowd maybe I never did
We listen loud and we bite our lips
We're tuning out and we're tuning up
We're tuning in and we push our luck
We tell ourselves we don't give a fuck
We're giving in and not giving up
Don't need a crowd cuz we never did
We listen loud and we're our own kids
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4. |
Please Don't Call Me Bro
02:41
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Nunca Compro Mis Chones
03:01
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Nunca compro mis chones
Todos son regalos
Ponlos en mis cajones
Mantengo mis ojos cerrados
Me prestas tu tarjeta
Quiero pagar toda la mesa
Un paso enfrente las fresas
No conozco nada de Condesa
Nunca compro mis chones
Todos son regalos
No es nada malo
Hay dias de ruco y dias de chavo
La combi va sin aplausos
Adonde va? No la sabemos
De que sabor es tu vida?
La mia...
Huele a las flores
Directo del bosque
Milagros que son hechos
Y pedos en el Metro
Camotes en la calle
Jugo fresco no de Del Valle
Charcos de agua negra
Los pañales de tu abuela
Baños de 5 pesos
Sesos, huesos, y todos los quesos
Dame dinero papi
Soy un artista
Por que no me conoces?
He estado en unas revistas
Me prestas tu tarjeta
Quiero pagar toda la mesa
Un paso enfrente las fresas
No conozco nada de Condesa
Nunca compro mis chones
Todos son regalos
No es nada malo
Hay dias de ruco y dias de chavo
La combi va sin aplausos
Adonde va? No la sabemos
De que sabor es tu vida?
La mia...
Huele a las flores
Directo del bosque
Milagros que son hechos
Y pedos en el Metro
Camotes en la calle
Jugo fresco no de Del Valle
Charcos de agua negra
Los pañales de tu abuela
Baños de 5 pesos
Sesos, huesos, y todos los quesos
Al pastor bien cabron
Pintura y franaleros
El sudor de este guero
El aire en que sale el ajo
Agua de Xochimilco
Elotes, esquites, a veces quelites
La fuga de gas de los vecinos
En Neza hay canela
En Lomas hay mantequilla
Soy solo un bolillo pero ando
Con estilo
Soy solo un bolillo pero
Ando con estilo
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Grant Badger Mexico City, Mexico
Mexico City-based noisemaker of bass heavy rock y rola. There are no quiet lullabies here, but I will occasionally use a chorus and some ahh-ahhs.
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