Paradoja

I know you want me in your teeth
I'm behind the glass, go ahead and buy me
I'm hot bread

Paradox is getting into your mouth
While at La Bombonera they're beating Boca
Paradox is my soul that lodges in love
Inside you being evicted
Paradox is explaining the paradox to you
But making art is the only thing I crave

It makes me a little paranoid that they want everything logical
Why does the weather program exist?
If you feel when the temperature rises
When this gentleman discovers his armor
Paradox you, me a hot delicacy for you to eat
If you want fast food, go to McDonald's

They ask, 'What do you believe in, what are you a part of?'
But if I answer, I run the risk of disintegrating
I'm not angry when they call me an opening act
What drives me crazy is seeing your black hair jump, stretch your black hair
And repeat it until the paradox dyes your blonde hair

I've been digging so much into this city in this scene
They don't call me El Riqué anymore, they call me Pedro Picapiedra
Give me a brain, blow me kisses
I'm not from the golden Scratch
I play in the scratch of verses

I know you want me in your teeth
I'm behind the glass, go ahead and buy me
I'm hot bread

Eat me, and then come back for more
I have sweet bread like éclair but also savory things
I'm energy in captivity, in danger of extinction
Recharge me like your iPhone on any surface
Absorb me in the air and let your legs dance
Until they meet on the nape of my plains
There's no river I won't drink from or tongue I'll waste
The chemistry on your skin that commands me to caress you
And mine that magnetizes my voice where you are
Because remember that love travels faster than light

What if I tell you that today I'm awake
Because I dreamed you were leaving with me after the concert
It's not an elaborate pick-up line
I'm from the mind, I mean improvised
Look, what lights! Not the headlights of your car
Not the flashes of your phone, not your expensive glasses
I mean your lights, the ones no one sees that you shine
Blinking at me because they see me touching you from another plane

Paradox is sinning with my hand as a mortal like someone named Maradona did
But I don't want them to see me, just to read me and do it so dirty they give me a red card
Expel me from the kingdom of well done
I'm interested in the planet of your dreams, not the size of your breasts
Even if they could collapse a continent
And after the roar, I step on your coast
I mean: Kiss your forehead

I know you want me in your teeth
I'm behind the glass, go ahead and buy me
I'm hot bread

Go ahead, eat me, I'm hot bread