We don't talk about it, it hurts my head when you’re feelin' down
We don't ever talk about it
Yeah, yeah, ah-ah-ah

She has a Spanish passport, we both don't sleep at night
Yeah, she's sweet like honey, but uses agave syrup
There was something between us once, I've just made it
I packed a bill of every color in my jeans
Okay, let's go, ah, what do you want to see? (Yeah)
I'll give you my Maradona jersey, number 10 (yeah)
A pack of Vogue (yeah), take a spin (yeah)
Her way home is over a thousand kilometers

Kreuzberg to Savignyplatz, sitting in the Uber
I think I'm thinking exactly what you're thinking (ah)
Maybe this scares you, I'll send my shooter away (Go)
I know he looks dangerous, but he's a good person
What should I buy? I think the belt, I don't mean a dog that bites
The sum doubles in an instant because I don't sign (ah-ah)
I buy her a few stones, the direction is hard, but they sparkle easily (ah)
This is not an away game, but I collect points in Flensburg (eh)

Tuesday night, I go lit, not normal (yeah)
Wednesday night, all worries in a glass
I'm really turned, are you coming with? What's the plan?
She has my shirt and she

She has a Spanish passport, we both don't sleep at night
Yeah, she's sweet like honey, but uses agave syrup
There was something between us once, I've just made it
I packed a bill of every color in my jeans
Okay, let's go, what do you want to see? (Yeah)
I'll give you my Maradona jersey: number 10 (yeah)
A pack of Vogue (yeah), take a spin (yeah)
Her way home is over a thousand kilometers (yeah)

She's from Barcelona, I give her my jersey: Hertha
Only when the bottle was empty did I know it was serious between us
We take a summer break, see you next session
Yeah, this is Berlin City, look, I walk with UGGs on concrete
I feel like Soulja Boy, Kiss Me Thru the Phone
Fuck, I look at our Polaroid and want to get you back
I've lost my mind, maybe won the game for it
Walking relaxed on Kaiserdamm, give me an old Migos song (eh)

Tuesday night, I go lit, not normal (yeah)
Wednesday night, all worries in a glass
I'm really turned, are you coming with? What's the plan?
She has my shirt and she

She has a Spanish passport, we both don't sleep at night
Yeah, she's sweet like honey, but uses agave syrup
There was something between us once, I've just made it
I packed a bill of every color in my jeans
Okay, let's go, what do you want to see? (yeah)
I'll give you my Maradona jersey: number 10 (yeah)
A pack of Vogue (yeah), take a spin (yeah)
Her way home is over a thousand kilometers (yeah)

We don't talk about it, it hurts my head
We don't ever talk about it

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