[Laylow - VAMONOS ft. Alpha Wann/ English lyrics]

[Chorus: Laylow]
Best not to look, not to look, nah
Don't look, the truth hurts
Best not to look, not to look, nah
Don't look

[Verse 1: Laylow]
Best not to look, her legs are wide open, under 16 y/o not allowed
There's less words, not less sense, I'm far from myself, my ancestors
Right oposite, it's hell, you did business, my brother told me
Don't look too much at others' plate, it always looks full, fuck looking at mine
All my teen dream in shreds, I'm gonna realize them in better
Fuck a bruh always in need, tell him to get a grip or ciao (ciao)
Best not to look too much the sky, if the answer is in front of your eyes
Don't givе a fuck about being a nice guy, I want the world
And I'm not gonna look thе price on the tag, the face of the security guards
'Swear they are seum, don't know, maybe their wifes cheat on them
I don't wanna look at the world's misery but in the end
Your ills, might do me well, working like columbian cartel
Some cry, others dream, me I don't give a fuck about it

[Bridge: Laylow]
Laylow only wants to make racks for the familia, then Vamonos
Bruh, please stay reliable, don't act like a mafiosi on the phone
Don't lose your temper over a bitch, I don't lose my temper over a lame 20K contract (20K)
All of this it's nothing, it's not life my friend
Serve me, ice and whiskey, plus everyhting in your bag
This life, blade wound, I've stained the Versace sweat
I only give them a smile, the rest will stay hidden
Truth hurts
[Chorus: Laylow]
Best not to look, not to look, nah
Best not to look, the truth hurts
Best not to look, not to look, nah
Best not to look

[Couplet 2: Alpha Wann]
Twenty first C
Twenty first C, people have no more heart, no more lungs, no more liver (yeah)
Too many private messages I have to not look at, my mission, it's to hook up the most prudish I'd saw
He hit on the girl I wanted, I can see him but not stand the sight of him
The price, best not to look it, if I like it I'll buy the same pull twice, huh
I know what to do with my cheese, I'm proud of my gift for writing but my mad songs have to made it
Would be better if my son don't have to pay his father's debt, I have to do good as the chief of my fiefdom
Sipping my juice when they pop the Dom Per', some fall like Niagara, it doesn't get me wet
Me, I don't care, I'm not my brother's keeper, me I don't give a fuck
Flingo only wanna make racks for the familia, then, let's go
The flashy things and diamonds smelling blood, it ain't my style
I'm not into the civil right fight, I'm into the Honda Civic, n***a we're lickety-split
All of this it's nothing, it's not life
The devil thought he had me, nasty weed, Marianne thought she had me, middle school in ZEP
I don't like to follow, to be followed, I'm in the kitchen, audio crack cut in sixteen
My name will be stick up, here below I know what prevails, I see those who slaves, I don't like looking
Got my card A, got my card B, to survive not to show off, you get me
Best not to look