Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Los Arboles, artist - Vel The Wonder.
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Los Arboles |
Rainy days seem to be my favorite sometimes |
The flavor of sunshine, can savor its fun time and fun rhymes |
This is serious shit |
Lucy Ricardo scheming on a delirious tip |
Ya, I hold a rag but not to bang |
I use it to hold all of the hair out of my face |
And without pulling out my fangs, I talk the talk |
And if its mano y mano, I walk the walk |
Tagging ignorance all over the street and blot the dot |
Everyday I narrate my own book |
I take the bus and smile, keep my eyes peeled |
So I don’t get my phone took |
Peep with the people around me with no detect |
Surface and windows scribed with hieroglyphics to inspect |
Better yet, I’ll hop the next stop |
Acting very characteristic as I pull into my plot |
Cause the cameras never turn off, on this indie film |
And most of us will never understand how Whitney felt |
Cause everyday, I’m letting the world pass me by |
Chilling in my own stance, doing my own dance |
I’m my own man. |
Minutes sitting on the time clock |
I’m not concerned until my time stops |
My mind is never to be changed, without sense |
And no debt, I occupy my block with no rent |
My flow went, like a tsunami stream |
Brothers art acting like they were hardly a team |
I’m sorry to see deceased fall apart from the knees |
A hardly acheived steez when you part of the fleas |
I’m oddly at ease, different in my own skin |
Vision black and white, pictureesque like an old film |
I’m chopping away at the trees that are blocking me |
I’ll smoke the leaves and use the limbs to build property |
And honestly, I’ve never felt more connected to roots |
Rather act like myself than be excepted by dudes |
Cause who are we to be acting something other than you |
And who is me to act like I ain’t puzzling, too |
But guzzling juice, ain’t always how it has to be |
I’m living in my rhapsody, forget the ever afterly |
Cause everyday, I’m letting the world pass me by |
Chilling in my own stance, doing my own dance |
I’m my own man. |
Minutes sitting on the time clock |
I’m not concerned until my time stops |