Tarde

Two thousand and something, bitches

I feel it, I light it up
I know what you're thinking
His kisses, my temple
This is not working
I invent you, a thousand winds
I want you to keep looking at me
I want you to keep looking at me
I want you to keep looking at me
I feel it, I light it up
I know what you're thinking
His kisses, my temple
This is not working
I invent you, a thousand winds
I want you to keep looking at me
I inhale the moment, I'm broken inside but I know how to handle it

There's drugs all around your environment
Fucking up the leader
Whores talking about my people
Silences, show yourselves present
Trustworthy like your proposal
But sharp like your bet
Or like the expensive perfume those demons put on to go party
They keep talking
You say we're making things up
Many come with trouble
Many carry orders
And yet (and yet)
They want to keep pointing fingers
At the only muse from Patagonia floating on high-ranking legs

I keep flowing
You're watching, I'm telling you
Rolling a joint, my pipe waiting
Drug in the street, good shit spinning
What are you looking at?
All the money I'm wasting?
I'm like Tony playing high up
They were my homies if you're asking
Bang! Bro'