Young Sinatra

The same poles repel, tell them to wait
I’m spitting truths like someone dying
Words that hit you like trains
The dark side of the moon came to see me
It’s Friday, the same old shit
Drinking 20, just wanting to see you
Shooting like a sniper right in the gut
Dying one more night, grinding my teeth

From Leganitos to Moratalaz
Two nights later, to Plazaca, bologna and bread
Pineapple juice, freedom on watch
And I go home later like it’s nothing
You’re my Ava, babe, I’m your Sinatra
'Cause your love is so beautiful it kills me
I love you so much I’d die if you’re gone
Today marks 5 months dead, never opened your letter
I hear ellipses and smell purple
Synesthesia, senses intertwined

Pure inertia, I take advantage of the low to kickstart like a boss
Ten seconds gained, I’m in a Camaro
Things of two, only God knows, poor love
Even the greatest falls, Kasparov
Without the fattest car, the fastest, Usain Bolt
The Patriots taking down the Falcons in the Super Bowl
To load these boards, you gotta put in the effort
The ton isn’t for the weak, I’m a katana
My boys wear Philipp Plein like Tony Montana
And smoke dry sift that puts you to sleep like a lullaby
Oh mama, peeling branches
Fighting low-cost prices in high-end
Out of that circus of thugs who don’t move a thing
Load me up, I carry the weight
Unhappiness is inherent to the wise
I wear an emotional armor with a 3-meter radius
In war, shots fired like without a radio
I have neither prayer nor God, I don’t have a stadium.