A Golpe de Folklore

I ain't who they say I am
I have a heart that gives me life
seemingly tough on the outside and inside a watermelon
seemingly tough on the outside and inside a watermelon

Mom, I can't deal with her
I just can't, can't deal with her
and I can't deal with her
I just can't, can't deal with her (Repeat)

Going up San Juan,
I stop in the mountains,
walking to San Pablo
and reaching Atrato (Repeat)

And if I'm going down
sliding down the canal
And if I'm going up
I'm pushing up (Repeat)

You insulted my mom
and I didn't say a word
and you called me an individual
and that's the end of the BS (Repeat)

I hit you, I hit you, and I keep hitting you
and if you stand up again, I'll hit you again
I'll hit you again, and I keep hitting you
I keep hitting you, and I'll hit you again

Seemingly...

At a fancy dance,
at a fancy dance
at five in the morning,
when it was dawning

The black man found the black woman,
the black man found the black woman,
they were sawing wood,
and throwing punches, he was kicking out

I hit you, I hit you...

Chorus:
Rain that's gonna fall, come soak me

Street Cries:
May downpour
My umbrella broke, and I don't have a parasol
Come, come, come soak me, come drench me
Let it rain, let it rain
Water for me, a little water for me
Let it rain dirt 'cause I'm a worm
It already fell, my nose got wet
Water, water, water
I wanna get soaked