Mumbai - Brika

Dammit I hate to be the type

That seeks to be amused

Dammit I hate to that type

Dammit I hate to be the type

Thats in it real quick before Im done

Dammit I hate to be the type

Cause oh oh oh

When the world stays spinning

I feel tied

And oh oh oh

Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai

And oh oh oh

When the world stays spinning

I feel tied

Then oh oh oh

Theres a high beam in a low side

How would I go

I dont even know

If I found myself a limerance of my own

Down the yellow road

Rushed in syllables

If I found myself a limerance of my own

Dammit I hate to be the type

That sticks to black like parasite

Dammit I hate to be the type

Cause oh oh oh

When the world stays spinning

I feel tied

And oh oh oh

Wheres the Exotic living like in Mumbai

And oh oh oh

When the world stays spinning

I feel tied

Then oh oh oh

Theres a high beam in a low side

How would I go

I dont even know

If I found myself a limerance of my own

Down the yellow road

Rushing syllybles

If I found myself a limerance of my own

Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit In the month of june

Sitting by the fire

Sitting by the fire

Still sitting by the fire waiting just a bit In the month of june

Sitting by the fire

Sitting by the fire

How would I go

I dont even know

If I found myself a limerance of my own

Down the yellow road

Rushed in syllables

If I found myself a limerance of my own

How would I go

I dont even know

If I found myself a limerance of my own

Down the yellow road

Rushing syllybles

If I found myself a limerance of my own

How would I go

I dont even know

How would I go

I dont even know

How would I go

I dont even know

How would I go

I dont even know