High activity record on the beat.
Half-life, my bitches have your names
Music when I call it, they sound like chords
But a string has been broken on the guitar
And it doesn't sound the same anymore,
more than now the names
Doing juggles to forget you
It's time to pick up the ball and go to the air
I don't care about the mouth using the arm,
but help
Now I take the double and I get caught
in the fact that they were forever
Nothing forever, kid
I haven't said two paragraphs that I live on illusions
Every text I write is well structured
But in my head I have a monkey playing the cymbals
Lover of flowers and kisses Of your fluids and excesses
Say it
Lover of flowers and kisses Of your fluids and...
I swear to you
Of your fluids and excesses
Say it
Lover of flowers and kisses Calming to be able to get out of the way
I stumble every time I think of you Because
I miss that piece when I go over the puzzle
In the face of a serious problem I step on it It's good to cry,
give a prize to those males
I have my brother * for ten years
Sometimes I get on the skin of all the drunkards
I can't stop thinking about that Saturday I
wish I could erase the date on the calendar
Although I don't know,
Madrid gave me the hand And also took
it off when I was waiting for you
Sitting on the plane with all the illusion of the world
You said you were coming to see me,
it was complicated
I'm a monkey and I'm coming home together
Some mother had to * that holy Thursday
With the mobile broken at two in the morning
I don't know what your floor is,
I don't even know what you were expecting
Only at the terminal four I ask a taxi driver
Please let me call my sleeping mother
Mom, please give me the number of this girl
I call her, where are you?
Because I can't see you
I'm at home, my mother won't let me go see you
Overcoming the bumps of the road Sometimes
the trail chai comes in bad times
I've already learned to jump to the leg,
but everyone knows that it finally reaches
I go to song for days since then When I'm tired I put the speakers up
Although around me I hear voices I try not to scratch,
they are advances
I hope the album of my life never scratches I
hope I'm able to write more beautiful things
But I use paper to smoke hidden letters
My psychologist and I sing you fear,
don't conquer
I hope the album of my life never scratches
I hope I'm able to write more beautiful things
But I use paper to smoke hidden letters
My psychologist and I sing you fear
My psychologist and I sing you fear
I sing you fear, I sing
you fear
I sing you fear,
dogs and cats
El curandero, dominante de cinco