We Don’t Talk About Bruno Caleb Hyles (Ft. AmaLee, Annapantsu, CG5, Jonathan Young, Thomas Sanders & Tre Watson)
[Chorus: Caleb Hyles]
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
[Verse 1: Caleb Hyles & Annapantsu]
It was my wedding day (It was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (No clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (Thunder)
Are you telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, mi vida, go on)
Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (Why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain (Abuela, get the umbrellas)
Married in a hurricane (What a joyous day, but anyway)
[Chorus: Caleb Hyles & Annapantsu, CG5]
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno (Hey)
[Verse 2: CG5 & AmaLee]
Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (Ch, ch, ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name, it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Hey)
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but
[Verse 1: Caleb Hyles & Annapantsu]
It was my wedding day (It was our wedding day)
We were getting ready
And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (No clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (Thunder)
Are you telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, mi vida, go on)
Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (Why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain (Abuela, get the umbrellas)
Married in a hurricane (What a joyous day, but anyway)
[Chorus: Caleb Hyles & Annapantsu, CG5]
We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno (Hey)
[Verse 2: CG5 & AmaLee]
Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (Ch, ch, ch)
It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?
A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name, it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (Hey)
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