Zach Lloyd - Ser Feliz Lyrics

I sold in London, who the f*ck is Rome

I sold in London, who the f*ck is Rome
Peace to Allah, not the god I chose
He chose me, stumbled with honor I froze
Knew it was you, alone

I sold the cosmo, who the f*ck is posed
The temple ceiling gold-plated sliver
In it I could see you looking back at the throne
Stony was ill,

Took half of the show
Seeking a bottle to kill, but it's only you that I see when i'm throwed
I heard that you're still on that bloody vermouth
It's been a minute since I pictured you with clothes

The dirty crate a box of tones I fold in
Lord knows

Solo se que el centro gris
Solo se que el centro gris
Solo se que el centro gris
Solo se que el centro gris

Knew you would tank

Babe Ruth still life smashed on the floor
2 doors down, not a bone I could heal
Wong Kar film not a death I could score
Spun the whole bitch for a shot I could steal

She looks like she crawled out the morgue
And the scalp still look like a head I could peel
What could that reveal
Could it be you, my shining navy seal

Drape off the mask she used as a shield
In ruins still, the temple stood on it's feet
I know she only blame me 'cause she's weak
Time could heal, weeks will do

The truth revealed
With me you'll never need to feel anew
If i trip before we pop it's been real

Que le dio al pequeño dios
Del centro gris

Del abismo