Polvo

Feelin' like the Sahara desert
Feelin' dead, mouth full of sores
Pushing the ground with my tires
Holding up the sky, like Atlas
You couldn't keep calm
Like Bart Simpson, you sold your soul
I'm empty, want to fill the room (mmm)
I always wanted to have wings
Now that I have them, I steal souls
So they receive all the bullets
I got a friend in the Grim Reaper
He tattooed a scythe on my back
He looked at me, threw the cards
He approached my ear and sings to me
You couldn't keep calm
Like Bart Simpson, you sold your soul

(You couldn't keep!)
(You couldn't keep!)
(Like Bart Simpson, you sold!)

Listen up

I have a Playboy reputation
I pass it to myself, I also light it up
I love my mom, don't want a Lambo
If those bastards are coming, I'm out
First of all, let me introduce myself
Do you remember those times?
I was so broke that I ended up limping
I have so much data that I don't even understand it anymore
Sell the map, can't find the treasure, take note (bitch)
Stuck and locked up, like El Pepo (bitch)
Don't disrespect me (bitch)
I can't have ice because I burn it (bitch)
I have the zeros and the seven, like James Bond (bitch)
Life is simple, free the nipple
Half serious, half joking, I feel blessed
Shout-out to my Pringles family
On the street and in the mud, I have respect
His bed is full of blisters
I think all those tigers are sad
They only add points, like in a pinball
If they want company, I'll make them a kid, ah
Cato gives it to them if the people ask for it
My lyrics are almost movie scripts
I'm not like Justin Bieber
Those, their lyrics are written for them

I never needed anyone to trust me
Everything my dad said was for real
(And it's just a matter of time)
(It's getting hotter slowly)
I never needed anyone to trust me
Everything my dad said was for real
(Hey-hey-hey, it's a matter of time)
(It's getting hotter slowly)
I never needed anyone to trust me
Everything my dad said was for real
(And it's just a matter of time)
(It's getting hotter slowly)
I never needed anyone to trust me
Everything my dad said was for real
(Hey-hey-hey, it's a matter of time)
(It's getting hotter slowly)

Bitch