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Pretty Pacc Yeah 6 Dogs, hey, that's me I don't make songs I make portals Ayy, portals I don't make songs, I make portals We just ride our wave like Squirtles It don't really matter who hurt you Only thing that matters is they hurt you I don't make songs, I make portals We just ride our wave like Squirtles It don't really matter who hurt you Only thing that matters is they hurt you I was down bad, now I'm doing alright Wrist looking like the Milky Way starry night I can't see the ground from here, that's a scary sight 'Rari in the stratosphere, can't be scared of heights We was on the interstate (Yeah, yeah) Faces all pass away (Oh, oh), yeah Wonder what their lives are like (Oh), yeah Wonder how they spend their days (Yeah, yeah) Windows to the soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Eyes can look, but no one can go (Yeah) SongtexteWindows to the soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Eyes can look, but no one can go (Yeah) I don't make songs, I make portals We just ride our wave like Squirtles It don't really matter who hurt you Only thing that matters is they hurt you I don't make songs, I make portals We just ride our wave like Squirtles It don't really matter who hurt you Only thing that matters is they hurt you She play me like a drum, good thing I'm a rapper And that's when I thought I couldn't get any sadder I even made a track for flowers on Saturn I wish I never did that, at least the song still slaps Benz truck outer space, we don't need roadmaps I just want a lil' taste, space food still slaps Need a smile on when it all fades to black Earth's out the window, we ain't going back Windows to the soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Eyes can look, but no one can go (Yeah) Windows to the soul (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Eyes can look, but no one can go (But no one can go) Aus Songtexte Mania