No, no, no, no, no, no, ah

A little blonde, a heavy text
And I think I'm only good at rapping
Lack of flow, that's a shame
If I come, it's to take everything
A little cocktail on the beach heading to Copacabana
A tea without clouds and I'm sunbathing on my deckchair

A ball on the hot sand, guys, it's going Brazilian
A barbecue, some charcoal, set aside a few skewers for me
The sea is good, a bit salty, we'll rinse off in the pool
At the hotel, at the restaurant, we're going to chat up a few missiles

And they told me, muchacho
Go your own way, don't listen to them
In the sights, some mambo
Touch everything, even the rumba
The sky is blue, the sea turquoise
We even play the maracas
Don't write on my slate anymore, I'm off to Caracas

She's in my head
She never leaves me
Oh, I find her even more beautiful
When she dresses in reggae
She follows me on every trip far from here
She is my Lady Melody

Oh, she's my lady, little beauty
M-I talks to her so easily
I would never put her aside
She understands everything, it's fascinating
She doesn't have fake eyelashes either
Every time I talk to her, I think she sees right

She understands everything, she's my lady
She's happy with all my texts
We talk at night, we talk during the day
Yeah, she answers when I contact her
She'll even answer if it's late
Doesn't talk much but I'm content
Most often I talk to her at night
It's my ears that contemplate her

Yeah, without her, M-I I think he would be stressed
Without her, M-I I think he would be in trouble
But everything's going great, there's no rush
I talk to her softly, nothing's tense

Because she's in my head
She never leaves me
Oh, I find her even more beautiful
When she dresses in reggae
She follows me on every trip far from here
She is my Lady Melody

Because she's in my head
She never leaves me
Oh, I find her even more beautiful
When she dresses mismatched
She follows me on every trip far from here
She is my Lady Melody

M.I.M.S

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