Amor Al Arte

Ey Rojas what you got shorty
Yeh
Jaja

I live disorganized, yeah
I live disorganized, yeah
I live disorganized, yeah

I live disorganized
I wake up at 19 p.m and the messages rain on WhatsApp
Half of them say get up
The rest are experts who want to hire me
And it's not because I'm conceited
It's just that I live the damn American dream
And the best part is that I live it with my brothers
We're making free money
For the house as we go

It's for the love of art, not for the gold
But if I don't charge, man, I don't eat
Independent money, we did it alone
Yeah, yeah, I'm going for the gold

Life for that shorty, death for her boyfriend
Hoe, I'm stuck that's obvious now
Sorry for my sins, mom I love you, yeah
I'm going to achieve everything and that's obvious yeah

(I live disorganized, yeah)
I live disorganized, yeah
I live disorganized, yeah
I live disorganized, yeah

I live disorganized
Mami enters the club as she wants
She knows I walk without a gun
That I'm in love with this shit and that's it
They know I won the game, yeah

She said she wanted a night with me
I told her if I mess up don't look at my friend
She knows I was born for this, I'm screwed
She knows we're all now

(I live disorganized, yeah)
I live disorganized, yeah
I live disorganized, yeah
I live disorganized, yeah