Puro Parcerito

I stay watching a
Palm tree from the viewpoint
And I'm not in California
Less in New York
Here we talk about buddies

And we don't talk about folks
You see crappy rappers
There are no OG Locs here
Stock photo poses
In the middle of the noise
I wear sunglasses

So I don't see that shit
And I feel out the terrain
To see if I can pass
Blind with eyes
That don't know where

You have to step
Death falls at random
To brothers and sons of bitches
Between houses and disputes
You can hang out
But I can't talk much

If I saw her from afar
If she comes, I take her away
So she can't catch me
I feel like flying
By getting high and
Walking my city

I'm not afraid
To get lost or
What might happen
I only have two safe days
Or at least that's what
I've heard in songs

And what do they know (yoh), what do they know
About what comes to my mind
While I smoke saffron
I don't know where they are but I know
They are watching me
Talking to me, and giving me

Advice that I won't apply
I have to stop rambling
The embrace of my buddies
Gives me things to talk about
I just sing and don't have to think
They know I need it even though

I can't express it
And we walk together down the
Middle of the street
Laughing our asses off even if
Our calculations fail us
Even if they yell at us to shut up

There's no one to shut us up
To scratch, see everything from above
And not analyze the detail
Orange rays from the
Lamps above us
The characters of the monkey
Always in the same place

The Chronic playing on the speaker
Of course
That vibe calls me
I don't answer anyone else
Here we are
We are this

In December or August
Without masks, without cost
Being sober or wasted
Even to be happy
We pay taxes
We change places
To be able to talk

We have little time left
And a lot to remember
The afternoon is catching up with me
But I want to stay
We hang out wasting time
We don't want to get it back
Here we are
We are this
In December or August
Without masks, without cost
Being sober or wasted

Even to be happy
We pay taxes
We change places
To be able to talk
We have little time left
And a lot to remember
The afternoon is catching up with me
But I want to stay
We hang out wasting time
We don't want to get it back