Bad Routine - Big Beard Boy

He's walking down your outdoors
Be ready he's a damper
He doesn't want to think you through
The splashing in your eyelids
Caused by the exotic Irish
The city is not enough for you too
He's sitting right beside you
Pretending to be someone
Who really cares about all your guts
Everybody is looking
At you so irritated
But oh no, he's no longer in love
No!
Get off your mask, girl
No, he's not invited
Yeah!
But all your friends, girl
They're mucking by there
Yeah!
Practicing his old tricks
Impressing all the dumb kids
He's tracing on the innocent minds
Wearing white adidas
And drinking some Smirnoff
Cannabis is his secret past time
His face has turned to gray, babe
The avid twenty steps, yeah
Are all directed to Mariette
You're not his only option
He's got a few devotions
You've fell in love with a big beard boy
Oh!
Get off your mask, girl
No, he's not invited
Yeah!
But all your friends, girl
They're mucking by there
Yeah!
He's not sitting on the throne
Oh damn, you stupid boy
You think you are superior
No, you are material
Empty as a shit
You're heart is such a mess
Feelings not on flow
Your lies are not enough
Oh, you and I, we are not the same
One step back
I've heard about the crimes you've made
They almost look the same
Roll it out kid!

Written by:
Carlos Sánchez, José Hernández

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