Ve Lo Ve Culion

That topic came from my heart, huh
How do you say
So go fuck you, Four Timez

Hey, I'm a poet, I'm not a rapper
I'm going to hell, I don't want to go to heaven
While I'm writing the topic, I'm a little nervous
Do you want poetry? Your old woman in leather

Do you want something serious? Or do you just want egg?
It's nothing new, I'll mess with you
If there is nothing, then I don't ask for anything
I receive bald and also full hair

I'm a degenerate, I know
Everything I see and inside it went
I loved it so much that I looked in the mirror
Naked and in one fell swoop

Hand, I still haven't forgotten my ex
Yesterday I remembered, and do you know why?
Because he was fucking with my friend
He told me about her, and I cried

I fucked up being sad
So that shit doesn't count
my heart was sad
But my dick is happy

The moral that this leaves us
It's just that not everything is as it seems
Because faces we see but we don't know
Where the hell are they sitting?

Well, shit, I had fun
So I say all this in one
I've been throwing straws since I was in the crib
Camilo offered me a threesome with Evaluna

Lie, but it seems appropriate to me
Make the proposal, then in one?
(Ah, no lies, I don't want a complaint from her)

See what you see cuión (hey!)
See what you see culión (ahn)
See what you see (how?)
See what you see cuión (ay!)
See what you see cuión (uh!)
See what you see damn (I'm why I wrote that dude)