quelamamen

Hey! Good morning at five in the afternoon
I am a man of habits and my agenda is on fire
I look at my pockets with a cowardly face
Because a friend gave me things to keep for him (no)

If you ask, that wasn't me
If you look for me: I disappeared
They scorch me with the vibration
Stop sending gypsies, I beg you
Please, someone explain to me how the internet works
That everything still tastes like Ron Cacique to me

And I tried to say something on a place called Twitter
Without anyone getting splashed
Looking for someone who can triple my usage in years
That it doesn't seem like you've been left without a partition
We are not fools either
Even those of us who like the soft stuff
From time to time we like to have a bite

Why not give in and agree?
To a groundbreaking feminist?
What if I accept my mistake and wipe the slate clean?
Because a writer told me so?
Journalists and doctors have already turned against me
Even former teachers are bullying me
My phone rings, I look and apparently
They gave me two tickets to Bali with a motorboat tour

Hey! Good afternoon, I have poor coverage
In the end, crossing promos, I ended up in Honduras
According to what I've been told, things are tough in my mentions
So I don't show my nipples in case they censor me (oh)

That if sexist, misogynist oppressor
That if you are a tax evader
I cry for communists without communion
How am I going to respect all these powders without
Mr. Comedy, I call myself, it doesn't sound bad to me
Where do I have to sign so I don't bother you?
Mr. Ethics and Mr. Moral have made me viral
With a thread where I convert each FAV into cash

You can use dignity as a counterargument
For my figure to lie down
But in reality, and now listen
I'm really sorry, but I can't stop exploding
What a freak who only talks about pas-pas-pasta
What a loser, you should know that you are cas-cas-caste
What a pain, I don't care what gas-gas-you spend on

Okay, I'm putting on the lock, BAS-BAS-ENOUGH!
I don't recommend you step on my mess
And if you do, don't delete it, I have it captured
Don't be afraid of me, we are brothers now
I'm the smart one, you're the bastard I humiliate for being retarded

Hey! Good night, you caught me finishing up
The character, the plot, the role, that I am developing
Did you think I was stupid just by improvising?
I consider myself a genius, but man, you're going too far
(No)

Since I no longer have a solution
I'll have to monetize it myself
And if it itches, try scratching yourself girl
That's where the chapter ends