A Gritos

Screaming at David, we came to blows, you know
Today we debate on the leather sofa, he speaks in code
Among your thighs, my best version, vertical jobs
Opening books, closing bars

Thinking about what I have and what I had, I smoke in the sun
No one gives you anything, and what's mine is mine, right?
When roses die, the black totus grow
Drying my tears with handfuls of broken glass
Sometimes good, sometimes bad, the one of sand and lime
Living life with my swarm and my Do Re Mi Fa
They don't know what else to do to get people talking
I get high on purple, pure fame, who wouldn't want it
Here you become a man through tough times, or through good times
I grew up being the youngest of the group and I learned them all
There are all kinds of Judas, the righteous go straight ahead
I trust very few but those I do, I do blindly
And I go, riding on my spiral, even if it's all fucked up
For my fans, for my bread, for your smile, queen
I don't want to see it in person if it's my mural
Fuck the Alps if I ski your legs
Me and my rules, you and your gossip
I have nothing to prove, to you and your cruel harpies
At this point, I don't give a damn about Rap and its hierarchies
Since we were little, hanging out in the park
They have broken our hearts, we have broken our faces
We have seen each other more than once and no one has said anything
When the sampling is good, my soul gets naked
Sad like the woman who sees love after the slap

Screaming at David, we came to blows, you know
Today we debate on the leather sofa, he speaks in code
Among your thighs, my best version, vertical jobs
Opening books, closing bars