En bucle

Machiavellian poetry I told you
Each one dies in life as they choose
I love as I love, I wanted as I wanted
Put music with my name and baptize me
I have a heart with a label, like Armani
I know it's a jewel that can't be bought with money
A sick mind, ice that cuts
They don't believe me, it doesn't matter, ask the Titanic
You're going to the bottom, are they stupid?
These doves want to fly with the condors
How can you tell a great artist? Rapper
You say by the hair, I say by the substance
I became a psychopath, locked in my own world
Don't judge a face, judge if it wears a mask
The secret truth is that even the most badass demon
Can dwell in your wrists
Something is missing, doesn't fit in this puzzle
One part wants, another part suffers
I didn't educate myself to stay in this loop
But the tough stuff seduces me
First a note, sad and alone
Listen to it until it seems to cry
What is this shit? It hooks on its own
Writing hurts me, that's why it enchants me

In a loop, in a loop, a loop
I've created a style of music that I don't even understand
In a loop, in a loop, in a loop
When something dark traps you, it awakens in your body
Like a dick, I'm not lying
One day my dick explodes from within
How do you get out of here?

The teacher used to laugh at me for being weird
Now she understands my lyrics because she's unemployed
Of course! Now the crazy one was right
Because there are people who don't see clearly until they lose everything
Of course, cutie, suck my dick
Those who never supported me shouldn't talk shit now
If I'm saying the same thing that half the world thinks
But here, only those who stay silent get a chance
Look at me, eyes lie
Outside in summer, inside in November
Is it so hard not to be like this all the time?
With head down, gritting teeth
In a loop, in a loop, loop
Between anger and sorrow depending on the time
In a loop, in a loop, loop
Between me and my other self that nullifies and evaporates me
Always thinking about the little birds circling
My head, while I dream freely
I do everything backwards, maybe my soul is dissolved
Or it wants to kill me soon and see my dead face up close
Son of a bitch... I was an innocent child
Now I see this world and just want to kill people
I have a beautiful interior almost transparent
And a tattoo on my heart that says, they don't understand me
Machiavellian poetry without tact
I was born at 10:15 with the music of labor
I'm another puppet, without a future
Who at least speaks alone without your hand up my ass

In a loop, in a loop, a loop
I've created a style of music that I don't even understand
In a loop, in a loop, in a loop
When something dark traps you, it awakens in your body
Like a dick, I'm not lying
One day my dick explodes from within
How do you get out of here?