Sirope

(This is cockiness in a bottle, sweet and rich like syrup
So you can show off in the car)
(This is cockiness in a bottle, sweet and rich like syrup
So you can show off in the car)
(This is cockiness in a bottle, sweet and rich like syrup
So you can show off in the car)
(This is cockiness in a bottle, sweet and rich like syrup
So you can show off in the car)

Three sad tigers eat wheat in a wheat field
Go, run and tell them to let me in to snack
Fresh, incredible, exceptional and original
That's how I am when I grab the mic to rap

So put it in, let them play the mp3, let it go
My flow will sound, it sounds cool
What's up
I have swing even in a robe and sandals
I'm from Venezuela, the 8th Canary Island

I was born from a cesarean section that they did to my mom
I grew up in a neighborhood having fun with my buddies
I ended up being an artist without studying art and drama
And now I piss on the whole scene

The crowd cheers every weekend at night
Excesses, extravagances, always ending with a bang
I still don't have a house or a car
With what I spend on weed, I could have bought a Porsche

But no, I don't have it, I only have a Nintendo
And these balls you're seeing
Life goes on and I just keep living
Sometimes I'm down but sometimes I'm seeing

Hello!
If there's no room, clear out
Back and forth
Gets brave, gets scared
I have paradoxes for you to grab
I hop on one leg and still no one catches me

I call her mommy but she didn't give birth to me
She calls me daddy, I didn't raise her
We both know that but you forgot
And screwed up, screwed up again

I'm recognized for my Canary flow
For smoking weed until I burn my lip
For looking like a donkey but being wise
And for having this extraordinary style

I put one out and light another
It used to last me a lot but now not so much
I have the crazy psycho mother-motherf*cker
That's how we do it

I crow for your karaoke
Completely dope over the galloping beat go these bastards
So your head bounces with the volume up
Open your mouth, we have syrup