1984 (Mixtape) Lyrics

Breaking news!

It's 1984, here we have Sunset Chico and Bad Routine

Discussing about a new serial killer in town

Accused of multiple crimes

And he is not being captured

Movies are on the floor

There was a place like this before

Your arms are a sore

Sticky cream on your lips like gum

Spooky kids on the door

They were looking for some fun

Trick or treat, I don't know

I have to choose?

You have to choose

I choose you, we're on the room

Not wearing masking tapes but your lies are gone

I have nowhere to run

It's 1984 and my hair is gone

How many times has he rushed?

Oh really, does life has any rules?

Pretty girls on the halls

Waiting for someone that is enough

Neon lights on the road

It seems to be one of the coldest bones

Wait, this isn't way home

I have to choose?

Now you can't choose

I choose you, we're on the room

Not wearing masking tapes but your lies are gone

I have nowhere to run

It's 1984 and my hair is gone