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Filthy in the back seat of my Uber Fashion with a white girl, feeling foolish Kissing with the bad breath, of my cigarette 90 in a 50, but I couldn't care less That's my song playing on the radio Car is parked like six blocks from your studio Vibe to me, so you tell me that you're ready to go You're ready to go, you're ready to go This ride drives me mad (I don't want to) This ride drives me mad (I don't want you to say, say, no) Mio, mio, rico, rico Hallelujah For the mio, mio Mio, mio, rico, rico Hallelujah for The mio, mio Away from my country, 'way from my country Flight is delayed, I look like a zombie Limo is waiting down by the lobby I pass out again like it was a hobby Spilling the drink on my passport Boys asleep in the bathtub Think it's a 'cuzi, look like a movie Fuck, are we going to sober up? Why do we go sleeping down a side road? This ride drives me mad (I don't want you to say, say) This ride drives me mad (I don't want you to say, say) Mio, mio, rico, rico Hallelujah For the mio, mio Mio, mio, rico, rico Hallelujah for The mio, mio I see gold And crystals in your eyes Lose control 'Cause the crystals make me fly (Crystals make me fly) I see gold... Mio, mio, rico, rico Hallelujah For the mio, mio Mio, mio, rico, rico Hallelujah for The mio, mio Mio, mio, rico, rico Hallelujah For the mio, mio Mio, mio, rico, rico Hallelujah for The mio, mio
Writer(s): Steen Jørgensen, Wynnm Shea Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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