Feelin' like the Sahara desert
Feelin' dead, mouth full of sores
Pushing the ground with my tires
Holding up the sky, like Atlas
You couldn't keep your calm
Like Bart Simpson, you sold your soul
I'm empty, I want to fill venues
I always wanted to have wings
Now that I have them I steal souls
So they take all the bullets
I got a friend in the grim reaper
He tattooed a scythe on my back
He looked at me, he read me the cards
He got close to my ear and sings to me
'You couldn't keep your calm
'Like Bart Simpson, you sold your soul'
Like Bart Simpson, you sold
I have a reputation as a Playboy
I pass it to myself, I light it up too
I love my mom, I don't want a Lambo
If those f*ckers are arriving I'm already leaving
First of all, I introduce myself
I walked so much that I ended up lame
I have so much data that I don't even get it
I sell the map, I can't find the treasure, take note
A hit and locked up, like El Pepo
You don't disrespect me
I can't have ice 'cause I burn it
I have the zeros and the seven, like James Bond
Life is simple, free the nipple
Half serious, half joking, I feel blessed
Shout-out to my family from Pringles
In the street and in the mud I have respect
Their bed is full of blister packs
I think all those tigers are sad
They score points by themselves, like in a pinball machine
If they want company I'll make them a kid
Cato gives it to them if the people ask for it
My lyrics are almost movie scripts
I'm not like that Justin Bieber guy
Those guys have their lyrics written
I never needed them to trust me
Everything my dad said was for real
I never needed them to trust me
Everything my dad said was for real
I never needed them to trust me
Everything my dad said was for real
I never needed them to trust me
Everything my dad said was for real