PADRE NUESTRO (feat. YSY A)

Our Father who rolls up his sleeves in the sky
Bless these rivals who don’t know, I can’t do it
I gotta break free and show them something new
Passing down this sled would mean giving them my fire, and

Our Father who rolls up his sleeves in the sky
Bless these rivals who don’t know, I can’t do it
I gotta break free and show them something new
Passing down this sled would mean giving them my fire

Wuh, wuh
Wuh, wuh

I’ve got crowns and thorns, the pain that inspires me captivates while your heart attack parades
The ego that inspires, dressed to fit, the bullets stuck on your plate (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Anonymity, gypsies, and deals, I climb drifting vibrato
I escape in a slipstream, while I skid I plant the extract of the data

The tide has no schedule (yeah), a haze over the hood (yeah)
No way, I’m dropping coins in this sea of ideas from my lips (yeah)
The eighth note is shining (yeah) in this row of my yard (yeah)
And the chameleon that creates under the visor tends to surprise the miracles

This coat isn’t leather, I’m armored in an amen
The magnetic swing shields my feet, the devil skids across the sky
I sold my soul on a piece of paper, smeared my tongue with honey
I tasted the she-devil and learned to laugh with her poison

I open seas orchestrating evils, abnormal touches where my feet are
Soft devils kissing my evils, my vital signs conquer my faith
I know I gotta teach them something about a couple of sins I paid
My feelings against thoughts between body and soul, a chess game

Toxin, doses of love and adrenaline
Cooking up my flavor, fire’s coming from the kitchen
I’m going without forgiveness, blinded by so many flashes that light me up
I’m going with no choice, swimming, the waves keep crashing on me

This coat isn’t leather, I’m armored in an amen
The magnetic swing shields my feet, the devil skids across the sky

Jumping high, I flew, I’m so high, can’t see
New ground I stuck, paradise isn’t the sky
Nights thinking of making this scene an empire, making the song of the millennium
The big shots seem serious, I don’t know if they’re talking straight
What I have here is worth a couple grand and a half, okay

I had to go in and out of hell to surf it all
Jesus Christ, YSY A, gold dances on my chest
There’s nothing more to say when the facts back it up
So many verses hit me, they don’t leave me satisfied
I’m the light of the city, I’m the star of its roof (Uh-ah)

This coat isn’t leather, I’m armored in an amen
The magnetic swing shields my feet, the devil skids across the sky
I sold my soul on a piece of paper, smeared my tongue with honey
I tasted the she-devil and learned to laugh with her poison

Our Father who rolls up his sleeves in the sky
Bless these rivals who don’t know, I can’t do it
I gotta break free and show them something new
Passing down this sled would mean giving them my fire, and

Our Father who rolls up his sleeves in the sky
Bless these rivals who don’t know, I can’t do it
I gotta break free and show them something new
Passing down this sled would mean giving them my fire.