MALIBU

Yesterday we listened to Nas, it was the best
The BPM of your legs is a new New York
Pure drug, pipe or puma because he wears sports
I make it fall from little to note like the tumba'o in my flow

Soft hands and delicious flowers when I return to the neighborhood
I tag the corner with a double line and she bells
The cold night makes you laugh with dancing smoke
And the avenues come to life if today I drift you

At 360º the world rotates, it is already dawning
Being orchestration of sheet metal or gestation of verb
Feeling the feelling of your plexus, I stockie in your sex
And I painted the picture of your legs in falling sheets

I want to die in your hits and see you show off
Or that you talk to me about your shit and show me CDs
Until you escape from the lectern and frame yourself in me
You're shining just because: Lauryn and Fugees

Her skin is soft like Malibu
Your intentions give honey to my groove
The glass falls and we are inside
You feel like the hours are passing

Her skin is soft like Malibu
Your intentions give honey to my groove
The glass falls and we are inside
You feel like the hours are passing

Yesterday I kissed your back until that white thread
Knowing that the world turns off and I go with you spinning
I drift between desires and fall into your psalm
While it floats above me and the neighborhood lights up

Yes, soft and slow, I want to make it a painting
To make sure I don't read you and come back in a while
Surf those polka dots, swim in your space
Until we speak for impact and toast smoking

His hands clinging to the dark camper
They make me feel like I shine brighter, or that the world doesn't hurt
If today I read his plays and play him pure
Interpreting your tattoos and finding the point

Marked by her nails, we gravitate together
Until timeless escape being a dot magnet
If the clear light goes out and everything dies in July
Let's be a bullet and give ourselves minutes
Smooth and slow smoking

We are a comma, image or memory
Particles of living stories defying time
Anecdote blinded in the anger of desire
And I have a flashback of another life in your new perfume

Her skin is soft like Malibu
Your intentions give honey to my groove
The glass falls and we are inside
You feel like the hours are passing

Her skin is soft like Malibu
Your intentions give honey to my groove
The glass falls and we are inside
You feel the hours pass by