Viene BASQUIAT...

Like Basquiat, I'm feeling wild like Basquiat
I don't want a good girl, no, I want a bad girl
I live my life how I want
The day I die, I'm gonna have a statue or a museum

I smoke, I drink, what if I curse?
Let them criticize me, I’ll give them the finger
Like Basquiat, I'm feeling wild like Basquiat, ah
A girl from Arabia

I buy a painting in a gallery in Italy, yeah
Just in case I die, yeah
I live how I want
I'm no saint, Romeo
Baby, you're art, let’s do it inside a museum

Yeah, we’re crazy
Yeah, man, we’re crazy
A motherfucker, baby, you’re hating
Like coke in the eighties

We’re active, yeah (Yeah), we’re active
Don’t talk to me about movies, I live it
Man, I make the scene and that makes me attractive
If the girl gets awkward, I’ll ghost her

I got ADD, I like the bi
The pearls, the rubies, bring me the 2C-B
I got high, then I went up
I like the new stuff, feels like I discovered it

I don’t want a driver, I’ll drive myself just to mess around
Yeah, just to mess around
Baby, before we—, I want to eat
I want to be your Ben Affleck if you’re my Jennifer

King of Kings, baguette on the pinky ring
Call the cops, I’m a rockstar like Sting
Torres de Sabana for Coco Blin Blin (Blin Blin)
Send the PIN, send the PIN, yeah, eh
Let’s see if they haven’t felt it, let’s see if they haven’t felt it
Fuck it, you know what I mean

Like Basquiat, I'm feeling wild like Basquiat
I don't want a good girl, no, I want a bad girl
I live my life how I want
The day I die, I'm gonna have a statue or a museum
I smoke, I drink, what if I curse?
Let them criticize me, I’ll give them the finger

Like Basquiat, I'm feeling wild like Basquiat, ah
A girl from Arabia
I buy a painting in a gallery in Italy, yeah
Just in case I die, yeah
I live how I want
I'm no saint, Romeo
Baby, you're art, let’s do it inside a museum

Yeah, a motherfucker
Baby, you—
Yeah, a motherfucker
Baby, you—
A motherfucker (Yeah), -fucker (Yeah), -fucker (Yeah)

A motherfucker (Yeah), -fucker (Yeah), -fucker (Yeah), -fu-fu— (Yeah)
Yeah, we’re crazy
Yeah-Yeah, man, we’re crazy
A motherfuck-fuck, baby, you’re hating
Like coke in the eighties
We’re—