LYRICS GAME

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'

You couldn't keep

You couldn't keep

Like Bart Simpson, you sold

Listen

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

Remember those times?

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