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Video: Cachi Richi ( / cachirichi )
Cameras: Jaime Díaz De Tuesta, Álvar Alonso (AlCuadrado Prod.) y Jorge R Preciado (Döner Kebab Films)
Instrumental: Tom Misch - Where Were You
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The roof spinning, my life in a loop.
The death chewing a gum, let's see what comes up.
Let me give it another drag,
let me give it another sip.
Let me take my colors from the pencil case.
Stop getting the snot out when you're listening to me.
Paquito is everywhere, and he goes for your goodies.
You'll see his sign in your mirror when you take a shower.
Mist, whoa, I wrote my lyrics while lying,
maybe that's why they come out sideways.
I bring the ice-cream more fresh. I take it easy, chill out.
Ouch! pinch me if this is a dream, or bye.
Today I want to make it slow, at double tempo my temperament.
I'm not asking you for forgiveness, but I'm sorry.
Don't make me beg, I don't have time.
I'm a "Locoplaya", mommy, it's just that.
In bones (skinny), you just move your skeleton.
I keep watching how the wind is taking the smoke away.
I keep watching how someones don't move and stay still.
What the fuck is this?
When I was a boy I pointed the way and now they are afraid I'll shoot,
afraid I'll burst the glasses, and their manners. It should worth to them.
Less "amen", and love you each other,
just fuck off any body else.
Leave me alone, I'm having ramen for dinner.
I notice you when I'm done, you know.
Don't cheat me, shuffle it slowly.
In my village, keys are hidden under the doormats.
[ I give you 8 misisipis to get you out of here
1 Misisipi, 2 Misisipi
The roof spinning, but I'm fine with that
3 Misisipi, 4 Misisipi
Fresh, by the street, I'm smelling Mimosín (*babys' fragance)
5 Misisipi, 6 Misisipi
There is good weather today, move your anus from the couch
7 Misisipi, 8 Misisipi ]
What's happening? I'm here with my sonatas.
Why don't you come here and taste it?
Let yourself be carried away by your espadrilles, move your legs.
just in case you go to the "other hood" (you die) without leaving the hood.
I flow like using 3in1
in rusty hinges, in wet places.
I'm the moss you slide off with, bastard.
Looking in my beginnings/principles, back to the uterus.
Patient, by force, mom, bad manners.
I smoke it until the letters.
Each time is further away what I'm hidding behind.
My silhouettes, I don't pay attention to what's outside anymore.
3 years have past already without making the bed.
I'm sorry mommy. I left for tomorrow what I could have done today.
Reluctance. Beating around the bush.
Making myself a house with few wood planks.
At my rhythm, quiet.
The die is cast, and I'm lying with a liter.
I take care of where I put my snout, boy.
You take care of what you put in on your snout.
I kneel down and I tie my Reeboks if necessary.
In situ, I take a breath and I go for Brissus.
I write in the shade of a ficus.
My voice is in every hood, like a fella named "Pitu".
[ I give you 8 misisipis to get you out of here
1 Misisipi, 2 Misisipi
The roof spinning, but I'm fine with that
3 Misisipi, 4 Misisipi
Fresh, by the street, I'm smelling Mimosín (*babys' fragance)
5 Misisipi, 6 Misisipi
There is good weather today, move your anus from the couch
7 Misisipi, 8 Misisipi ]