8 Misisipi

The ceiling spinning, my life on loop
Death chewing gum, let's see what comes up
Let me give it another go
Let me give it another swig

Let me take my colors out of the case
Stop picking your nose when you listen to me
Paquito is everywhere and going for your sweets
You'll see his signature on your mirror when you shower

Baho, wau, I write the lyrics lying down
Maybe that's why they come out sideways
I bring the ice cream fresher and calm, chill out
Ouch! Pinch me if this is a dream, or bye

Today I want to do it slow, double tempo my temperament
I don't ask for forgiveness but I'm sorry
Don't play hard to get, I don't have time
I'm a beach crazy guy, that's all

In the bones, you just move the skeleton
I keep watching as the smoke is carried away by the wind
I keep watching as some don't move and stay still
What the hell is this?

As a kid, I showed promise and now they're afraid I'll shoot
That I'll shatter their windows and manners, they've had enough
Less amen and love each other more
Let the others suck it

Leave me alone, I'm eating ramen
I'll let you know when I'm done, you know
Don't cheat, shuffle it gently
In my town, keys are hidden under the doormats

[I give you 8 Mississippis so you leave here
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi
The ceiling spinning but I'm fine like this
3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi
Fresh on the street, smelling like fabric softener
5 Mississippi, 6 Mississippi
Today the weather is nice, move the cushion's butt
7 Mississippi, 8 Mississippi]

What's happening? I'm here with my sonatas
Why don't you come and taste it?
Let yourself be carried away by your espadrilles, move your leg
Don't let yourself go to the other neighborhood without leaving the neighborhood

I flow, like with three in one
On rusty hinges of damp places
I'm the moss you slip on, damn
Searching in my principles, back to the womb

With patience by force, bad manners
I smoke it up to the lyrics
Further and further away what I hide behind
My silhouettes, I no longer pay attention to the outside

It's been three years without making the bed
Sorry mom, what I could do today I left for tomorrow
Lack of enthusiasm, going off on tangents
Building myself a hut with a couple of planks

At my own pace, calm
The die is cast, and I'm lying down with a liter
I'm careful where I stick my nose, kid
You be careful what you put in your mouth

If necessary, I bend down and tie my reeboks
On the spot, I take a breath and go for the brissus
I write in the shade of a ficus
My voice in all neighborhoods, like a buddy named El Pitu

I give you 8 Mississippis so you leave here
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi
The ceiling spinning but I'm fine like this
3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi
Fresh on the street, smelling like fabric softener
5 Mississippi, 6 Mississippi
Today the weather is nice, move the cushion's butt
7 Mississippi, 8 Mississippi