Silbando

Looking for a shovel for the burial
It's getting crowded with cats and the dogs are getting tired
Cats want milk, they're not after the bone
They gather with the rats to share the cheese

Because that's trap for them
My team makes a million on the street without being a drug dealer
And doesn't pretend to be a gangster or fail in the flashes
The numbers explode without the need for majors

Because that's trap for Alejo
And I didn't see any reflection in their reflex
I know a couple want to die in front of the mirror
Because now they want to live what I leave behind

And they look like actors who signed up for a casting
For the role of bosses and ended up as pawns
But not in a movie or series, but seriously
Of a rodent that steals them, a Hollywood cut of the mice

They go from house to house, cheese to cheese, what is eaten
They feel famous badly and make a name among traitors
No money can change my values
I have my papers in order and more days than the suns

In this being here 24 hours ready to work
The boyfriend stayed napping and it's not for resting
But she came with little fabric and I want to print it
This iron couldn't be hotter than her

I ironed it and then brushed it and it looked great
I don't know if I'm already a hairdresser from so much styling
For me it's hard to see the crisis in rhyming
Ysy goes whistling, he does it easily, he goes without breathing

Ysy goes whistling, he does it easily, he goes without breathing
I don't know if I'm already a hairdresser from so much styling
When they say 2020, they will remember me
Ysy goes whistling, he does it easily, he goes without breathing