Vida Mala

S - A - N - T - A - F - E

M-D-B
How do you see it?
All night I smoke THC
SF 473
Been smoking weed since I was ten
Fish die by the mouth
C-B-D Mary Jane, cocaine, and LSD
I'm going crazy, can’t you see?
I’ll take you down in a heartbeat

A-S-E-S-I-N-O
We are the law, Santa Fe
C-R-I-M-I-N-A-L
People do what suits them
I got drugs in my DNA
The girls show up and they get down

At sixteen, I left home far away
Left my two sisters and my folks
P-O-B-R-E-Z-A
I never had luxuries, always short on cash
H-U-M-I-L-D-A-D
The key to starting from scratch
F-U-E-G-O
Fuck fame, it doesn’t boost my ego

T-R-R-NO
Just a pirate sailing through El Güero
Light the hash to feel more hazy
Eyes low, powder on my nose
I’m from the street, ask Cris
A-M-O-R for my country

Hop on the V-U-E-L-O
Light the blunt, you light it up
I got my feet on the S-U-E-L-O
From Nuevo León, let it explode

Low life, bad life
I don’t regret my sad reality
Weed keeps me chill
Drugs and bullets
In my neighborhood, there’s no authority

Low life, bad life
I don’t regret my sad reality
Weed keeps me chill
Drugs and bullets
In my neighborhood, there’s no authority