Una Frase Más

I don't care about the asses of 15-year-old girls
Don't leave yet
Because it's still Wednesday

I have to write something, I need to vent
And I prefer to screw everything up
Before getting high

You bewitched my soul, you had a witch complex
Because no matter how many spells, nothing will come to light

It's true that drugs put you in your bubble
But, tell me
What will you do when it bursts?

You won't know where to go
And with whom to escape
Thank God I've left all that behind

With the excuse of getting 5 for the weekend
But 5 after 5 are too many informers
And there are too many informers in my neighborhood
But I'll mark a date on the calendar no matter what

I'm not shit at this, I consider myself a novice
But you don't know what it's like to cry all the time singing

And thanks to everyone who supports me in this
I swear you make me forget my complexes
I remember when I dropped my first track trembling
And I still tremble seeing your open arms

Like that cold sweat when you know something's going to happen
And whatever happens
I hope it's not time

The rooster no longer crows, tomorrow a bap will be heard
And I keep waking up wanting to smell your neck

The first kiss you gave me froze the world
I turned into a monster because of the Omnitrix

A singing I hate you can be deep
Time stopped again, we're not in the Matrix

They want to undress a woman with photos
I prefer to give her goosebumps by whispering in her ear

Only your I hate yous turned me on
And I didn't like your I love yous, but I became addicted

And the noose tightens around my neck like an anaconda
Agreed to eliminate the raw material

Don't make me choose between you and another
Because I'll open the door for you and you'll leave

Tell me one sentence, just one more
I'll leave you wanting more, I don't want to break my soul

You showed me that violence was good
Since with one heart, you can make a thousand souls

Fatigue hit me with the first I love you
I wasn't used to you being sincere

Girl, I'm tired of all your buts
Since I have more ashes in my soul than in my ashtray

And I could tell you I want to spread your legs
But for me, it wouldn't mean a damn thing
I want to achieve beyond all my goals
Greed breaks bags, I have 10 more in reserve

My palm can't be compared to your fingers
And after years of constant meditation
I can't understand why you only criticize on social media
Insult is the resource of the ignorant