Ultimo Trago
Charles Ans
Last Drink
I'm something like the deepest condolences
Don't wait so long, baby, just kiss me
Wake me up if this is a dream
Sending kisses with affection to kids without effort
I take over some phrases on the bus
Mission, put my crew where you're not
Lacking attitude and excess of prototypes
Wearing a Real Madrid jersey but not playing on their team
I imagine that yours is not a lie
That your whispers are just garbage
That if I destroy them, I would sing nonsense
But everything depends on the point of view
I'm the last drink in a bar, I flow in my room
Like the sea, I'm the last jazz that my grandma listens to
I'm that candle placed on your obituary, I started and again
To zeros after months of looking from a hole, I saw
Advantage and today I see the same
I'm 8.0 on the scale of your earthquake, they are not the
Same and neither am I, they wanted to do hardcore, leave that
To others, anesthesia my group, I've seen dead titans fall from rage
From the bite of these dogs, are your plans to climb the abyss
Pity to fall has become routine for them, my structures surrounded
By mines, imagine how long this lasts without
Discipline and null creativity, my fall will hurt many
Speculate your 9.0 on the scale of my mockery
I'm tired of splitting particles now
I worry about the days you ovulate
Compasses, maps, everything is unnecessary today
I'm only worried about how to wake up
Rap fanatics intergalactic, we are
Meteorites burning plastic MCs
Asian eyes, tight pants, I'll climb up to
Your attic and the rest are just kisses, they like cheap rap
The me from before
But tonight I'll make them fly like Dante's peak
Beginner does a quarter of this
You have a better team and you have plenty of excuses
Like in basketball, I go for the rebounds if they
Lack lyrics
Keeping the pace MC rap and sex, the eighth art
The art of loving, love and then leave you
(It's not enough to imagine you, I'm going to have you, I think
In rap, I rap until I don't see you, let's talk about you and
Me in the future, I'll be alone in the genre, I assure you)
I'm tired of splitting particles now
I worry about the days you ovulate
Compasses, maps, everything is unnecessary today
I'm only worried about how to wake up