Vuelta a La Luna

And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer helpful

And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill more doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer helpful

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My inner devil is no longer helpful

She said she loves me, she swears it
She has me sick looking for the cure
Music and sex, love, hate, and madness
Without you, it's torture for me

Hey, put the phone down now and look at my face
Silly, I have drugs in my pocket, come back
Yeah, all those bands are trendy, it's just a matter of time
We came to bring them all down, run, yeah, I went down and there were extra hoes at home yesterday

The bitchie talking pure theater, how much do they want to eat?
Here's lunch for four
But drugs for ten, yeah
Okay, yeah; okay, yeah

Now they say I've changed, your face looks different
You're not fooling anyone
Those pills they all use
To feel included will make them fall in love with me before going to bed
And I

And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil no longer

Who are the rappers of the month?
Yeah, the pill after coffee
Yeah, a joint and a bottle, so crazy, star life, we never lost faith here
Yeah, ModoDiablo live again

Yeah, high on drugs with Hache and with Tres
Yeah, if it bothers you, don't look at us
Yeah, Fuck wannabes, Lord Wanakin x YSY A
No snitch, no drama kid

It's not for me, maybe for you and your team, Fuck wannabes
Lord Wanakin x YSY A
Fuck that bitch in the coach
In the dressing room, on the beach, or in the street, yeah

When will they stop imitating those who know so much?
New mouths claiming to be part of the game, I don't see any signs
Hello, at the after-party business meeting with my immortals, yeah
None can keep their promises after the Sun rises, I'm a trappa
My love, I have twenty more outfits of different flavors for you to try, want more?
Trap and the dish well cooked to show that it was enough

Eh, eh, eh, eh
A trip to the Moon unconscious
Eh, eh, eh, eh
My devil is not enough for me

Eh, eh, eh, eh
A trip to the Moon unconscious
Eh, eh, eh, eh
My devil is not enough for me