Marrones, Morenas, Coronas

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When I talk about streets, I talk about browns; when I talk about chicks, I talk about brunettes; when I talk about competition, I talk about crowns. Browns, brunettes, crowns. (x2).

Liriko

I keep crossing the streets on foot, walls still stained and no one wanted to dance to my ballad. I talk about this and that, just describing, without knots or endings. The bars keep their magic, whiskey stops bleeding, from the wounded by love, nostalgia. I see kids on the corners, wanting to see beyond these curtains. Politics no longer matter to me, the government can't stand me, I have this tongue that doesn't hold back. I'm a nonconformist, are there reasons to complain? Are there reasons to settle? We believe in what we do, only my demonstrations steer my boat without oars. Here's a weapon for every enemy but there's no better ammunition than intuition. I freeze time and heat up the atmosphere. Baby, the whole continent is watching you. While your cigarette burns out, watching how I handle things. And they're just ways to make a place for myself in the stars from the sidewalks. I worry about the ozone layer. Not - me, not - yes. You have to snatch the throne from me. Science is my influence, rap is the essence, fame a consequence. We were anonymous with minimal spirits. Now we are the same synonyms of maximums.

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I say what I think and I'll carry the blame, think about what I say and keep the apology. I have weapons and diplomas, there's some love and some hate in every episode. Sometimes heartbreak hurts so much. Like tumors. Like false rumors. Yet I throw compliments at girls, I'm too sweet to be bitter. I walk through your city, I, with these steps, left without paying from the bars. Now turn up the volume gently and spare mom the headache. The souls of those of us lost in this forest can't bear more blame. Some days here, cunning triumphs over diplomacy. With my head on my shoulders, I can find inspiration among the rubble. In the street, brunettes and browns pass by like airplanes. To follow the laws, you must know them but in war, in sex, there are no rules. Undress, baby, but leave your shoes on, let yourself be carried away by impulses. Life is a question without an answer and there's no more honest answer, calculate this subtraction. Nobody's perfect but I keep hitting the mark and still not leaving room on this bench

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