Universo Lúdico

Yah-yah-yaoh, yah-yah-yaoh
Rerere-rerere-rere
Yah-yah-yaoh, yah-yah-yaoh
Hmm-mm-mm

It's repetition even if you say it with another flow
I come with more texts and happy like a gust of wind
For sale, just another clone, imitating a pretentious accent that doesn't stick
Because it gave more of the same and less of what is needed
Fake like the joy of those who post everything
The sky will return all the saliva you send it in the form of stalactites
It stings, stings made of bills

They want you to use your wings, but tied to their shackles
The crisis forges keys that in patience
Know how to navigate between locks that tighten minds
I understood entities between teeth
People lie, feel this enveloping healing energy
Tectonic pass, I throw myself into the universe and float
Until it's time to fall

They boast about millions in videos
And they want to pay the beatmaker with publicity
Expensive tastes are their equipment, not your marbles
Gucci from Gamarra, although in Gamarra there is higher quality
The reaper saves for the Caribbean, karma lives
Someone continues silently brushing roses that bring feeling
Read well, don't sign if it doesn't serve you
To transcend was the only thing you came for

You wanted to destroy what I said
Fake that pretty face
Confused thoughts don't cause harm
Because I spit Lonsdaleite
It's just the universe playing with me (yah-yah-yah-yaoh)
In another event that adds another line to this fur
Thinking about a thousand things, but receptive (ay, always receptive)
Don't ask how I find out secrets that no one knows

Today I arrive, but I know what will happen
Call me Tiresias from Zitias de Zhash
Chinita, I arrive and you leave
Basically a utopia smokes, says and the moon comes out, greets
Strange wonders among clean cane tangles
Or ignite dramas, we bring what sounds and heals
It thunders and plots, an escape from that 8-hour trap
Or sometimes more, I wish until the mornings
At the service of a girl
I've lost some buddies

To me, only tomorrow's me can beat today's me
There's a branch that is saved, wings and calms
Salaima, lekunvi, Cancun, salad
Of fruit, rum, and romantic juice
Not stupid, from the 9th floor to your mantra
The street or death will know
Correct the arrogant one who was not corrected at home
Jump off that damn bridge

Or stop messing around doing something that makes sense to you
Just cold, I see ants bump fists and then leave
Someone else will see you doing the same if everything repeats
Just cold, I see ants bump fists and then leave
Someone else will see me doing the same if everything repeats
It's just the universe playing with me (yah-yah-yah-yaoh)
In another event that adds another line to this fur
Thinking about a thousand things, but receptive (ay, always receptive)
Don't ask how I find out secrets that no one knows
It's just the universe playing with me (playing and playing)
In another event that adds another line to this fur
Thinking about a thousand things, but receptive (always receptive)
Don't ask how I find out secrets that no one knows
They want to sign the contract, record with the record label
Play on the radio regardless of payola
And I don't know why if by that path they violate