D PARANOYA

It's me and my cousin, tonight's gonna be a big party
We're not messing with anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone, anyone
Cousin, give me a condom, the other one popped
And I've got a hard-on like a sausage
Dude, chill out, bro
Dude, come on, drop the beat, man
Hit the button now, bro

A palm tree from the beach can't hide my feelings (that's good)
I miss Chari, if I said I didn't, I'd be lying (I know)
All my back tattooed with her face and her body (that's wild)
Two hundred euros for laser? Damn, all your dead ones (where you going, bro?)
I know, the dude intimidates you, I know
But I swear deep down I'm like Santa Claus (that's right)
All of Marbella judging without knowing me at all
Get off Twitter, nerds, no wonder you haven't gotten laid (smelly)
Seven, eight, nine months, I don't even know how long it's been
Spray some Axe chocolate, I'm uglier than working
Fucking bastards!

Dude, chill out, bro
The hamster got scared, his heart's too small

I've been wasted, all over my face and I'm sorry (it's all good)
The kids have been tripping, the girls, the grapefruit's on fire
What a paranoia, man, everything's piling up (good)
A fifty euro fine I ended up with for theft (rip-off)
Three months without the gym and my abs aren't showing anymore
And this morning in Benalmádena they sent me back for the ITV
So don't stress, cousin, I've got a short fuse (nah, man)
And my balls are swelling like Laporta's belly

Saray looked at my little buddy, and there she found the girl (damn)
She gave me a Christmas speech like she was the queen
She said: Sit down, dude, be a man, take off your hat
You're dirtier and grosser than a construction worker's boots (you see?)
You've got the tip of your dick like an ostrich's neck
You shouldn't take her out partying, you're a disco stud
And I said: Fatty, the girl is a sister and we're talking about hoods (yeah)
With less credibility than a kid on the Houston Rockets (haha)
Gothic big butt, good afternoon, excuse me
I rode in from Chipiona with Denilson's jacket
By the way, that Antequera roll needs a sausage
I still can't believe that couch is like the Simpsons'

Listen to me, dude, chill out
You're more high-strung than a Comanche, bro
I'm sorry, bro, I got that there
Relax
Yeah, yeah, I know
Put the gun away, bro
Don't you see the candied nuts bag, huh?
Don't point that rifle at me
No, no, no, over there, over there