Cantando

Stick a finger up your ass and pick your nose if you want to know how it goes.
(Kase O) I'm going to drink up to the tops of the trees,
I'm going to have everything except decisions,
Soft as a cloud, I'm going to be vapor,
A bird that rises and rises, without an engine.
I want to leave, die, know what's after
and come back to tell you about it in a firmer body,
I can't stand myself anymore, I don't care anymore,
getting deafer, getting crazier, I sleep in a doorway.
Like a wet dog in alcohol,
like a koala (hanging) touched on the wing, without sun I go, they call me Mr. Drama, I roll around the bed wrapped in flames,
a bird of fire in my sheets.
Everything I do is to make you laugh,
if I see you cry again I'll have to leave
or my chest will burst right here.
and I'll stain everything with pain which is a very ugly color.
The first thing I did when I woke up (cry), the second (shit), brown shit with blue nerves,
maybe it's because of the yogurts, the whiskey, (no),
I want to bathe in vodka in a pool (no).
I'm going to release imprisoned verses,
I'm going to lead the kiss congress to the muse, I don't know if it's used anymore,
(their superfluous shit), I do superfluous
and I'm far from that noise of theirs.
I hear bombs and excavators,
what the earth thinks inside tired of spinning we'll know without delay,
look around you and cry,
tell me what the hell is valued.
But not everything is theater, we have sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch and little hurry,
come, let's make a pact, you and your smile,
vertical, a recital that is improvised.
Like the supreme love, it's not a mic it's a tenor sax,
it's a ritual and I'm an unmusical medium,
sir, my house is the mind of a listener,
who is listening to me at home and so on. My flow is a natural dancer
that many would like to mark some steps and such,
but from there to marriage without knowing how to eat pussy,
no one knows how to treat rhyme like Kase.O-autumn.
[Chorus]
And singing makes me feel good,
life goes much better,
as long as I make it to the end of the month,
as long as I make it to the end of the month. (x2)
I would like to wake up but I'm already awake,
you can stop the place but not the time,
what I like is to play that it's a story,
a very certain dream as long as I see myself well.
But this morning I don't feel like playing,
nor seeing the fucking face of the real world,
I always wanted to be a palm tree in front of the sea
and that my job was to be and not to think about breathing.
If only, September comes with its oh my god!,
with summer clothes it's going to freeze,
the poor piglet has been bitten by a cat
and feels like crying all the time, for a while.
If I don't sleep with you it's a common grave,
I dreamed you were pointing at me, in the end it rang...,
(that's why today I don't want to get up),
another day and another one will have to take a chance.
But fuuuuck the mirror,
I'm fine with the image I have of myself, that old hatred returns,
yesterday's clothes will be today's pajamas, I asked Javier, he doesn't know who I am anymore.
(Who is?), who is who, no,
I'm a thought born of your boredom,
I live in your head since you were a kid,
living dreaming practical life is a mess.
But if you want to be happy as you say don't analyze,
not until your soul heals
or you'll be walking convalescent, patient,
depression in the West, decadent progress.
I can't smile decently with hunger
and the pain of so many people in mind,
news raises envy and greed,
love, truth and justice go down.
Like listening to your father say his soul hurts,
I climb the palm tree, eat the coconut and come down calmly,
the pharmacy is at home...,
you a band-aid
and me a gauze....
The train that was taking your anguish is delayed
but it will arrive and take it to another body, that always happens,
because of the balance (some good and some bad),
it's a cycle, a journey that understanding doesn't reach.
It's life, simply love it,
call it, stop to look at it,
it's serious, isn't it true that we don't like the cemetery,
nor seeing it, if I see a candy I grab it and eat it.
For we are the time we have left,
I told you yesterday, my plan is soft silk
and today paraxis, smoking weed day by day,
day by day yia, you sponsor my joy aunt.
My flow is a natural dancer
that many would like to mark some steps and such,
but from there to marriage without knowing how to eat pussy,
no one knows how to treat rhyme like Kase.O-autumn.
[Chorus]
And singing makes me feel good,
life goes much better,
as long as I make it to the end of the month,
as long as I make it to the end of the month. (x2)