Mumbai - Brika
Dammit i hate to be the type
That seeks to be amused
Dammit i hate to that type
Dammit i hate to be the type
Thats in it real quick before Im done
Dammit i hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
i feel tied
Then oh oh oh
Theres a high beam in a low side
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Dammit I hate to be the type
That sticks to black like parasite
Dammit i hate to be the type
Cause oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
I feel tied
And oh oh oh
Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai
And oh oh oh
When the world stays spinning
i feel tied
Then oh oh oh
Theres a high beam in a low side
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushing syllybles
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Still sitting by the fire waiting
just a bit In the month of june
Sitting by the fire
Sitting by the fire
Still sitting by the fire waiting
just a bit In the month of june
Sitting by the fire
Sitting by the fire
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If i found myself a limerance of my own
How would i go
I dont even know
If i found myself a limerance of my own
Down the yellow road
Rushed in syllables
If i found myself a limerance of my own
How would i go
I dont even know
How would i go
I dont even know
How would i go
I dont even know
How would i go
I dont even know