Toma 3

Why (haha)
When it comes to social media, I'm antisocial
I don't live on my phone
I live real life, sorry to the real ones

Tomorrow I'll put it on YouTube, with its box of diapers
I wouldn't be anything without my record label, but wait dude
I own my record label
Culture is supporting talents out there

And my royalties will continue even after I die
Songs where I share, sing sadness, love joy
Then those same songs
I share and those songs cease to be mine
They are yours

You sing them better, you chant them better
And it feels so great to leave the house
Remembering that one day we left the town
My countrymen from the States will feel what I'm talking about

I made a lot understand, what a lot, what a lot of smoking
That smoking marijuana and being worthless, are not the same
Pass me that blunt, pass me that blunt oh
Pass me that blunt to hit it
Pass me that blunt, pass it, here comes another verse

Nothing falls from the sky, first was grandpa
Then dad to the ground, from there I shaved my head
I tried all the drugs there are
Something that took me a while to understand, I shouldn't have been proud

Thank you son for being born, if not who knows
One day I'll see you grow, there are a thousand things to do
Today I'm packing my bags, I have to travel again
Tell death I'm not here, to come later

It's no use singing, rhyming and writing that life is killing
Because the mic knows you're lying
You have an audience outside listening
Why sing it if it's already happening
Today the kids with rap are growing

And I have one that I love
And who will grow up, are you getting me
Pass me that blunt
Again and again
Pass me that blunt (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Take 3 cha, cha, bye