Sangre En El Pool Party

We're making music, man
And that's it
And that's it, don't let it be heard on the radio
It doesn't matter because we didn't make music for the radio
We made music for people who want to listen to music, that's it
If you like it, it doesn't have to play anywhere, listen to it and that's it
(You know what I'm saying?)
The business is to realize why an AKT
And to take the DMT (true!)
Where is the love that I no longer see
I think Cupid left to party
Cat moves by the dog wash
Motorcycles and guns, dances at funerals
We are more horses than gentlemen
And if I uncork it's for the souls first, or what
Amen, amen

You don't transcend without ascending
What ties me is the paper
I know, everyone has to eat
City where dog eats dog
The girl likes the guy on the motorcycle and the gun
If she wants to hit two, she has to hit it first
Here they cry at the dance and dance at the funeral
(How was it, ah)

City where dog eats dog
The girl likes the guy on the motorcycle and the gun
If she wants to hit two, she has to hit it first
Here they cry at the dance and dance at the funeral
(Check it out, wah)

Why do friends get killed for driving a
Mazda 6 and living in a small apartment in Laureles?
For the paper, roles are reversed
Fever for the honey, their skins, auctions, motels, breaks, papers
The glasses hide what sunrises reveal
This is Medellín, blood at the pool party
90's wet dreams with Natalia París
The police chase, after the cat after the parakeet
If the doctor is poor and the criminal is rich
The light goes out and the preps spread
Because studying indebts us and crime pays
(Wake up motherfucka')

We're making music man
We're gonna make you wake up
City where dog eats dog
The girl likes the guy on the motorcycle and the gun
If she wants to hit two, she has to hit it first
Here they cry at the dance and dance at the funeral
(How was it, ah)
City where dog eats dog
The girl likes the guy on the motorcycle and the gun
If she wants to hit two, she has to hit it first
Here they cry at the dance and dance at the funeral
(Check it out, wah, wah)

It's about being rich, but with true wealth
The wealth that is everything, family, time
Time is the real wealth
When you have time for yourself, you are rich
A billionaire, you have it all
Time is the most beautiful thing there is and it doesn't even exist