quelamamen

Hey! Good morning at five in the afternoon
I am a man of customs 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, it wasn't me
If they look for me: disappeared
They singe me with the vibration
Stop sending quotes I ask 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 in a place called Twitter
without anyone getting splashed
Looking for someone who triples me in years of use
That it does not seem to have been left without a partition
We are not stupid either
Even those of us who like soft things
From time to time we like the bite

Why not give in and agree?
To a groundbreaking feminist?
What if I accept my mistake and write it off?
Why did a writer tell me that?
Journalists and doctors have already turned against me
Even former teachers are bullying me
My cell phone rings, I look and apparently
They give me two tickets to Bali with a motorboat route

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

Yes, sexist, oppressive misogynist
What if classist tax evader
Communists cry to me without communion
How am I going to respect all these powders without
Don comedy, I call myself, it doesn't sound bad to me
Where do I have to sign you so as not to disturb you?
Don Ética and Mister Moral have made me go viral
With a thread where I convert each FAV into ca$h

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.
How cool that he only talks about pas-pas-pasta
What a pringa'o, that you know that you are ca-cas-caste
What a pain, I don't care what gas-gas-you spend on

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

Hey! Good night, you catch me finishing
The character, the plot, the role, that I'm crafting
Did you think I could improvise being stupid?
I consider myself a genius, but wow, 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 the chapter ends here