wea con sentimiento

I wrap myself in a cloud blanket called depression
Trying little by little to escape these
Dead ends
I send you kisses, let’s pretend they’re chocolates
I’m not looking for hate, just trying to heal hearts
In less than a day I’ll inject myself, even if I don’t do it right
I have my ambitions and you’re the context
I infect you with pure kisses and love
I hit you with a song just like in basketball
I tell people things and I don’t even hear myself
My mind is stronger, my thoughts are weak
I have a lot of stories to tell you, more than just paper tales
And my lifelong buddy, the lighter and the smoke
I don’t have time to waste, I see it as a loss of time
They’re just simple words that mean nothing and the wind takes them away
It’s like saying I love you but it’s not true
Because my mouth says it, but in reality, I don’t feel anything

Walking blind to wherever the wind takes me
I’m good anywhere as long as I’m with you
I still remember your drawings in my notebook
I love you no matter what, I don’t care about your looks
Taking a spin through my clouds, pushing away what doesn’t serve me
I fight with myself, I don’t think my mind will hold up
Wherever you are, just light it up
Making my subconscious fly is what keeps me alive
Pure rap in my soul, that makes me stronger
Don’t force it, let things happen as they should, I’ve kicked hate out of my life, I only think about burning
Nothing to do but think about wanting to kiss you
I’m the reincarnated version of a chief but without arrows
I sneak through your window without raising suspicion, now that you have me in front of you, babe, take advantage
And at any moment, I’ll fade away and there won’t be any more harvest
I live in my chill world where loneliness is my piece that completes me, rising up like a kite
Your heart needs fixing to mend that crack
Your rapper, your poet, on this damn curb

Your brown skin drives me crazy, I go wild sometimes in my dreams, you’re right there in front of me
I don’t belong to you and you don’t belong to me, but I want to offer this humble crazy guy all my love
I’m not good at love, I just know how to talk sweet, I tell you now and I’ll repeat it whenever
If loving you gets me locked up, well, let it be a crime
I roll a joint on the paper, your name is written
My anger shows in the expressions on my face or in the gestures I abuse that slowly get unmasked
Winter is warm, but your hell gives me chills, your memory doesn’t make me fall in love, it gives me shivers.