Ya Se Hizo Costumbre
Santa Fe Klan
It Became a Habit
(It became a habit)
Me'
(To walk on clouds)
The damn Santa Fe Klan, bro
The 4-7-3 (carrying your perfume)
Rap Trap Records
Alzada Films
El Neto on the controls
It became a habit to walk on clouds
Carrying your perfume and giving it light
Always well lit, a sheet covers you
You don't ask anything if you see us smoke and smoke
It became a habit to walk on clouds
Carrying your perfume and giving it light
Always well lit, a sheet covers you
You don't ask anything if you see us smoke and smoke
This is already routine for me, this is day by day
Seedless herb, life without measure
Mouth without saliva, dilated pupils
Speakers rumble in corners where there are addictive people
Intoxicated body, that's how I feel happy
They want me to change and I can't, I grew up being a street kid
Flying under the earth along with all my dreams
Music between smoke and wind, I feel it hits me directly
To the lung, for real, if I die happy I go
Because I have lived life really cool and no one has appeared to stop me
Black glasses for the Sun, if there's no Sun it's because of the blunt
Because here we don't stop lighting your tail between sheets of flavor
Positive DNA in the streets where it has seen me, I almost live there
Between nights and cold, between smokes, party, and mess
It's normal how we live from Monday to Sunday
The smoke floats, here the thinking is active
It became a habit to walk on clouds
Carrying your perfume and giving it light
Always well lit, a sheet covers you
You don't ask anything if you see us smoke and smoke
It became a habit to walk on clouds
Carrying your perfume and giving it light
Always well lit, a sheet covers you
You don't ask anything if you see us smoke and smoke
Today is another day with Neto in the Auxiliary
I give fire to the first one to start the day
Lungs full of smoke, I feel like I'm going to burst
I kill the bowl, put on the beat and start to rap
But I don't know what I start to feel
I feel like the neurons are dying, but I can flow
I start writing a restlessness in me
What I sing I live in the neighborhood with all my homies
The joint doesn't go out until there's nothing left
My Santa altered, addicted to partying
In my mind there are words, accustomed to the bad life
Flying with feet on the ground and small eyes from so much smoking
The clock doesn't work here, much less the schedule
Enjoying, smoking, it's a daily routine
Criticized by people for the laid-back stretch
4-20 on the corner, Santa Fe representing
It became a habit to walk on clouds
Carrying your perfume and giving it light
Always well lit, a sheet covers you
You don't ask anything if you see us smoke and smoke
It became a habit to walk on clouds
Carrying your perfume and giving it light
Always well lit, a sheet covers you
You don't ask anything if you see us smoke and smoke
Rap Trap Records
