Modo Turbio

From bed to the studio, bastard, look how productive I was
They say I've been winning since I dyed my hair blonde
They find me if they ask for God
Hey, Kaze with Figu, in their murky mode
I've understood it for a while now
But it's cheaper for me not to be with her than to lie
I say I don't want to but I come back
And I mess things up as always, damn kid, seems like I never learn

And I drink and my face turns pig-like
The bad thing about everything I do is that I don't remember later
That I mess things up in the street and it seems like I'm sleeping
I have the face of an angel but the soul of a seducing demon
And come see the gig and you'll see how it pays off
I have a blast with 3000 or with 80
Offer a shot to the one with braids
And give a disc to the boyfriend, or else he'll get heated

Hey, calm down, don't get jealous
If she says she likes me when I have red hair
Since she saw it in the live show at Sala Shoko
They call me the Xavi of rap for how I place it
I didn't buy a bus, I preferred a Scirocco
With my brothers, everything I touch goes viral
I look great when I'm under the spotlight
You can't be seen, not even on the internet, either

You have the fame but not the message
I do the body and Figu and Steel are in the suit
Since he heard obscene, he likes the wild
And now I get messages to relax
If I go with my favorite tracksuit, no one can pass
And he doesn't know that if I don't pass, the class won't arrive
Call me whatever you want but I'm Kaze
Take it well, for you this phrase goes

I leave the house with the desire to stir things up
And I come back home wasted
I feel like my back hurts from flipping it
That's the consequence of being bent all day
I want to be calm, baby, don't start talking
Because I haven't thought about that shit yet
I see the bottle but I don't even want to touch it
I've thrown away everything I had to throw away, a'o, a'o, a'o

I leave the house with the desire to stir things up
And I come back home wasted
I feel like my back hurts from flipping it
That's the consequence of being bent all day
I want to be calm, baby, don't start talking
Because I haven't thought about that shit yet
I see the bottle but I don't even want to touch it
I've thrown away everything I had to throw away, a'o, a'o, a'o

We're closer to there than here
But I still have a lot to live
Eating everything I can before and after sleeping
And traveling like never before for my cause
She looks at me with a strange little face
Don't fall in love with me because I'll hurt you
I don't even know how and I'm already twenty-five
Fat but awesome, let's take a bath

The best are accompanied
Don't act like a cat because I'm a cat and I scratch
The album you like and take in the car is a deception
But I take your ears and clear them up
I come with Beto on the second mic
Give us a stage that's too small for us
What you think is good, I complicate it
To the point where the neighborhood has nothing to say about that peak

I'm going to continue in this shit until I get rich
Ah, until I get rich
Until there's no lack of milk or water in the fridge
Everyone who knows me knows why I say it
Until I have her in bed and spit on her belly
And she tells me she wants to spend her whole life with me
Until I have her in bed and she spits on my face
And tells me she loves me with all my weird things

I put on the eyes of a slaughtered lamb
To hide the punch I have up high
I'm going to see a gig from the folks in my city
And it turns out that when I arrive, I'm the only one jumping
Look how I look, when she knows I'm looking, she turns
And looks at her friend with a face like I'll break it
Now I live off what I sing
And I'm the one who decides when I get up

I leave the house with the desire to stir things up
And I come back home wasted
I feel like my back hurts from flipping it
That's the consequence of being bent all day
I want to be calm, baby, don't start talking
Because I haven't thought about that shit yet
I see the bottle but I don't even want to touch it
I've thrown away everything I had to throw away, a'o, a'o, a'o

I leave the house with the desire to stir things up
And I come back home wasted
I feel like my back hurts from flipping it
That's the consequence of being bent all day
I want to be calm, baby, don't start talking
Because I haven't thought about that shit yet
I see the bottle but I don't even want to touch it
I've thrown away everything I had to throw away, a'o, a'o, a'o

A'o, a'o, a'o
A'o, a'o, a'o