LA MENTIRA

Chu, uh-uh, uh-uh
La-la-la, yeah

Too much noise, many people shoot hard at me with the machine gun
Too pure, baby, I swear, they corner me if I stay still
It stings with anger, stings a lot, the mosquitoes sting, stings like sriracha
It stings with anger, they don't know how to scratch the anger that girl gives them

The eyes like Bowie, one black and one blue
When I get sad they change color completely
The butter like Biggie, I put jam on it
What you see is what I am, I owe nothing to anyone

Don't let the noise confuse you
Keep your chain in its case
Not everything that weighs on your neck is gold
Not everyone takes care of their treasure

The lie disguises itself as a packaged bitch, silky hair, perky tits
Luxury lips, cocaine envelope, silver tooth, tomato, high heel
The devil saw you at night with your face buried, sunk, screaming against the pillow

Purity in the soul is expensive, loses money, gains cash
This is Latin America, get it, damn it, doll
The lie travels business class on a plane with Gucci flip-flops
Dominates television, goes as a little Fiorucci angel

Funny Valentine sounds (caching)
Nothing is completely fine (caching)
But I have Espidifen (caching)
In the Balmain wallet (caching)

Funny Valentine sounds (caching)
Nothing is completely fine (caching)
But I have Espidifen (caching)
In the Balmain wallet (caching)

I don't drop my rings (cash, cash, cash)
I'm screwed, but I make it look simple
It's called a lie

I don't produce serotonin, so the microdose will produce it for me
X-ray on the corner of the back with the camera flash
I can paint a Picasso smoking a joint with the brush of the mask
Today I received an email saying that the lie will kill me

If something doesn't work, it's not fixed as before just with Scotch tape
You spent the whole night looking for solutions on the Macintosh
I look into the cat eyes, baby, I look and I know he's lying to me
The lie drugged him, drugged him, drugged him and he didn't remember anything

Your treasure is sacred and the sacred is holy like Maradona's boots
I cry salty, I cry a lot, I cry like Madonna used to cry
Don't give yourself away like that, hey, don't regret it
When your mom asks you if you're happy, I ask you not to lie to her

Don't let the noise confuse you
Keep your chain in its case
Not everything that weighs on your neck is gold
Not everyone takes care of their treasure