El Fumadero

Pure night owl waiting to get wasted
The drop rolls, others are already on the trip
That's the smokehouse, here the gang is fierce
With big dark circles, you can already see the skeleton
Smoke comes out every time they open the window

Satan touched, don't open, he brought you karma
The bad vibes, like everyone, show up
Get the little toy in case someone bothers us
The girls have already shown up at the house
Bring out the mustard, Miss Leydis, tell them what's up

The damn dealer already brought a twelve-pack of closster
Feels like having a line of rocks
Several jaws are already locked

And the house of the stoned is well burnt
Very shady, they live it touch after touch
It's the smokehouse of a homie, they already know him

Everyone consuming the lives they lead in skeletons
Crazy the house, they say the cops can't come in, no
How I love living it, getting into the smokehouse
Where there's smoke aplenty

It's the burner, the smokehouse of my dogs
Stray dogs addicted to the good poison
Sick maniacs, splinters in plastics
Hey man, pure crazy consuming a lot

Until the pupil screams through the glass
And slides down the throat with an edge
A big vein of desperate dudes
Damaged, losing sleep, well screwed

24-7 this corner is burning
Smoke everywhere and the drop is rolling
The damn pipes are like old whores
All touched and burnt to hell

The gang's dark circles like an owl
Forgive me, mom, but we love this smoke
The skeleton well marked by consumption
In the corner, all the damn night owls

Everyone consuming the lives they lead in skeletons
Crazy the house, they say the cops can't come in, no
How I love living it, getting into the smokehouse
Where there's smoke aplenty