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El Harlem - Because They All Lyrics
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I feel lots of Gucci belts in ambush
Footprints walking of construction site boots
And I see them hunting virgin's panties
Right outside my door
They walk into the party
And tell you that your girl is hot
No one seem to get them
But they're paying everyone off
You don't like them
And nobody wants them
Still they are around
I don't understand, you know
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they're cooler
But no one gives a f*ck
¿What the hell
Do you mean by
What am I looking at?
I'm looking right at you men
Is that a problem?
Oh, so now you'll hide
Behind your friends?
Or are they like, your family
Or something?
You all guys kinda look the same... freaking weird
And you'll see them laughing hard and go inside
They're all just talking about
Stupid things and fancy cars
And their bodyguard will tell you to stop staring around
And you'll say: I don't get it
What the hell did I did?
Cheap cologne, cheap ideas, mentholated cigarettes
Just three buttons they will use
From their very expensive t-shirts
Daddy issues on the daughters
Sick perversions on the sons
Emptiness inside their minds
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they're cooler
But no one gives a f*ck
They stare at you with odds
Of doing dirty stuff
They're gonna rope you in
And you will love it
'Cause they are all you want
Just pretty faces
Empty faces, all around
No ideas
They're just blank spaces
In the middle of the crowd
Oh, it's you again
Where are all
Your brothers men?
What? You wanna throw
A punch at me?
Take your shot son
'Cause I won't be
Around for long
So let's take this outside
And lose that bodyguard
You piece of shit
Or you can go back there
With all your friends
Yeah, just what I thought
You know why?
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they're cooler
But no one gives a f*ck
They stare at you with odds
Of doing dirty stuff
They're gonna rope you in
And you will love it
'Cause they are all you want
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they're cooler
But no one gives a f*ck
They stare at you with odds
Of doing dirty stuff
They're gonna rope you in
And you will love it
'Cause they are all you want
They're just pretty faces
Like empty faces, all around
They got no ideas
They're just blank spaces
In the middle of this crowd
And their expression is perfection
Making stupid girls scream and shout
And their buddies, they find it awesome
So they hang around
And here you are again
Quit staring and get
Your f*cking fists up men
Or what? Am I not clean enough
For you to punch?
You got a problem with
The clothes I'm wearing?
Or the school I am assisting?
Then why don't you take
Your f*cking expensive things
And your f*cking expensive clothes
Take them back to your
Goddamn f*cking expensive school
And just stay there for the rest
Of your life if you want
Anyway you'll live
Under your father's shadow
And your mother's breast
And everyone's been there
It ain't no secret men
Oh, you got sensitive with that?
Come here I'll tell you
What are we going to do
You're gonna go upstairs
And tell mom and dad to give you a big stash
Of a hundred dollar bills
And you're gonna stick it up your ass!
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I feel lots of Gucci belts in ambush
Footprints walking of construction site boots
And I see them hunting virgin's panties
Right outside my door
They walk into the party
And tell you that your girl is hot
No one seem to get them
But they're paying everyone off
You don't like them
And nobody wants them
Still they are around
I don't understand, you know
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they're cooler
But no one gives a f*ck
¿What the hell
Do you mean by
What am I looking at?
I'm looking right at you men
Is that a problem?
Oh, so now you'll hide
Behind your friends?
Or are they like, your family
Or something?
You all guys kinda look the same... freaking weird
And you'll see them laughing hard and go inside
They're all just talking about
Stupid things and fancy cars
And their bodyguard will tell you to stop staring around
And you'll say: I don't get it
What the hell did I did?
Cheap cologne, cheap ideas, mentholated cigarettes
Just three buttons they will use
From their very expensive t-shirts
Daddy issues on the daughters
Sick perversions on the sons
Emptiness inside their minds
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they're cooler
But no one gives a f*ck
They stare at you with odds
Of doing dirty stuff
They're gonna rope you in
And you will love it
'Cause they are all you want
Just pretty faces
Empty faces, all around
No ideas
They're just blank spaces
In the middle of the crowd
Oh, it's you again
Where are all
Your brothers men?
What? You wanna throw
A punch at me?
Take your shot son
'Cause I won't be
Around for long
So let's take this outside
And lose that bodyguard
You piece of shit
Or you can go back there
With all your friends
Yeah, just what I thought
You know why?
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they're cooler
But no one gives a f*ck
They stare at you with odds
Of doing dirty stuff
They're gonna rope you in
And you will love it
'Cause they are all you want
Because they all
Seem like having so much fun
They feel like everyone around them
Think they're cooler
But no one gives a f*ck
They stare at you with odds
Of doing dirty stuff
They're gonna rope you in
And you will love it
'Cause they are all you want
They're just pretty faces
Like empty faces, all around
They got no ideas
They're just blank spaces
In the middle of this crowd
And their expression is perfection
Making stupid girls scream and shout
And their buddies, they find it awesome
So they hang around
And here you are again
Quit staring and get
Your f*cking fists up men
Or what? Am I not clean enough
For you to punch?
You got a problem with
The clothes I'm wearing?
Or the school I am assisting?
Then why don't you take
Your f*cking expensive things
And your f*cking expensive clothes
Take them back to your
Goddamn f*cking expensive school
And just stay there for the rest
Of your life if you want
Anyway you'll live
Under your father's shadow
And your mother's breast
And everyone's been there
It ain't no secret men
Oh, you got sensitive with that?
Come here I'll tell you
What are we going to do
You're gonna go upstairs
And tell mom and dad to give you a big stash
Of a hundred dollar bills
And you're gonna stick it up your ass!
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Writer: Caleb Hernández, Daniel Márquez, Luis Meza, Oscar Toledo
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