If it doesn't kill me, it's going to make me grow
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Every once in a while I sing so as not to disappear
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I'm a tadpole and I don't care if I don't fit your opinion
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Baby, fuck what it may look like
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I am a sharp dagger, the fine thorn in your rose
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I dreamed that I was a slug, and I filled my tile with salt
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And my mosaic, I'm like Mozart, but more psycho
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I seem calm, black, but I've got something
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I am not distracted, I am attentive, they want to steal my moment
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Stain what I represent, with concrete, oh
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They want to kill me by decree
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If I don't rebel and sing, that will be a matter of time
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Better rip the seams
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move your waist
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take off my belt
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I rose to a good height
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Turn up the heat
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Everything loosens up
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I see your naked face
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Until we're left in the dark
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In black and white tone, I'm seeing the rainbow
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In the same color, the arc that surrounds your iris
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Today I'm hard to kill like Bruce Willis
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And against your caretaje, I dedicate myself to spitting bile
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In black and white tone, I'm seeing the rainbow
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With the same color, the arc that surrounds your iris
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Today I'm hard to kill like Bruce Willis
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This is the face that I brought and I dedicate myself to spitting bile
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Maybe today I take everything as a game
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They want to clip my wings, they know that I spread them
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They ask me if I put it out, but I spread the fire
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To take it inside until my ego burns
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I keep flying, I don't eat the flash
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I'm not consumed by your idea of cash
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Does this sound very trashy to you?
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I come heavy, I look like The Clash
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I was smoking a hash
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Is the gasoline running out? |
I send him gas
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They say to me: “Loco, where are you going?”
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I have no destiny, the compass guides me
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I keep flying, I don't eat the flash
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I'm not consumed by your idea of cash
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Does this sound very trashy to you?
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I come heavy, I look like The Clash
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I was smoking a hash
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Is the gasoline running out? |
I send him gas
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They say to me: “Loco, where are you going?”
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I have no destiny, the compass guides me
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I speak to you slowly, black, in case you don't understand
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You let go of the reins, don't worry
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It's easier when you get lost
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I'm the D-S-3, I take the stress out of you
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Dark, I see it dark
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I make you jump like a kangaroo
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Like a dog pissing on the wall
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I'm a "shotazo" of cyanide
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Forgive me, dog, if this sounds too harsh.
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Too pure for your nazo, you can't get off even with faso
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It's a great palazo, I didn't sing you a trick and you already went to the deck
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Maso-maso, I already consider the case solved
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I am the ice that overflows the jug
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And makes all the glasses fill
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Thank God I don't go to mass
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My salvation is in my ranches or in a book on the shelf
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In a charro, beer and pizza
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Or in taking the image of your smile frozen
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My unruly life, the opposite of sister
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Managing the team, as if I were the mister
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I wanted champion pasta, I ended up sucking the blister
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With my mind twisted as if I were playing twister
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Much is the pressure, nobody listens to my impression
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I better put on the hood and the cardboard mask
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Sitting with no drive, can't get into action
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Is that I ate so many lies that it costs digestion
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In black and white tone, I'm seeing the rainbow
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In the same color, the arc that surrounds your iris
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Today I'm hard to kill like Bruce Willis
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And against your caretaje, I dedicate myself to spitting bile
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In black and white I'm seeing the rainbow
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With the same color, the arc that surrounds your iris
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Today I'm hard to kill like Bruce Willis
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This is the face that I brought, I dedicate myself to spitting bile |