(Intro) Buenos Aires love but here we got no sun Full of concret Murderers and bodies Police hit people everyday Drugs everywhere We`re lonely (Verse) Everyday we got to say "You gotta away" Motherf**er im goin` straight No radio, no label We`re doin´ this for the music Not for the money Money , hurry honey b**hes everywhere I can`t see the morning (Hook) Our favorite color is grey You can see it in our souls You can see it in my face (Verse) We like to smoke every f**in day What`s your f**ing problem with that? Imma goin` hard, Im goin` do it ,do it with my f**ing trap motherf**er imma goin` trap