Bochica
Life is but a beach chair, that's what I tell myself whenever
I feel like shit ain't fair, be true to you and think clear
Beware of where your thoughts lie, and many times your thoughts lie
Can't jeopardize yourself for any muh'fucka you don't like
And that's the shit I do like, wisdom and advice
Normally that's suffice, but nowadays I gain vice and
Lose Christ, the universe should play nice before I
Lose my, shit I, feel like, I'm on
A weird high, the calm before the storm, and it's just right
Just write
I remember having not a soul to really vent to
So the false beliefs sought to use my temple as a venue
And my spirit giving heed, warning me that when you're vengeful
You can never find happiness within you, it is ritual
Forgive yourself fool
Harder said than done I know, suffer well or never grow
Changing your perspective on the pain you hardly ever show
Some will say don't save these hoes, others say he lame let go
Everybody in this world is worthy to heal up their soul
Facts
I know this more than anyone, I notice that you're
Holding on, you are not the only one
I promise that you'll overcome, you'll see the damage
You have done, compare that to how far you've come
And pain is now seldom, Bochica
La leyenda de las chibchas en Colombia
Bochica, era un anciano con una increíble
Capacidad de enseñanza creativa
Enseñava a los nativos lo correcto de lo incorrecto
Life is but a beach chair, that's what I tell myself whenever
I feel like shit ain't fair, be true to you and think clear
Beware of where your thoughts lie, and many times your thoughts lie
Can't jeopardize yourself for any muh'fucka you don't like
And that's the shit I do like
Let's get to the bottom of this, is it you who's hurting you or
Uncontrolled circumstances, something's gotta give you can't
Win when you embrace depression, that is why I'm giving you the
Seeds, so start planting and if, you feel like your mind is gaining
Steam then counteract the message, it's all about attention
Man if I could save the world, then I would
You don't have to read between the lines, but you should
Saw you were in need, so I shared what could
Now it's up to you, King and Queen you can rule, believe
Bochica
Este anciano era de alta estatura, de piel clara y una barba muy larga
On esa apariencia y edad, sin duda, que ocultaba dentro de él la sabiduría
Porque se sabía que había enseñado a cultivar la tierra a varios indígenas
Quienes tenían pequeños campos y numerosas familias
I feel like shit ain't fair, be true to you and think clear
Beware of where your thoughts lie, and many times your thoughts lie
Can't jeopardize yourself for any muh'fucka you don't like
And that's the shit I do like, wisdom and advice
Normally that's suffice, but nowadays I gain vice and
Lose Christ, the universe should play nice before I
Lose my, shit I, feel like, I'm on
A weird high, the calm before the storm, and it's just right
Just write
I remember having not a soul to really vent to
So the false beliefs sought to use my temple as a venue
And my spirit giving heed, warning me that when you're vengeful
You can never find happiness within you, it is ritual
Forgive yourself fool
Harder said than done I know, suffer well or never grow
Changing your perspective on the pain you hardly ever show
Some will say don't save these hoes, others say he lame let go
Everybody in this world is worthy to heal up their soul
Facts
I know this more than anyone, I notice that you're
Holding on, you are not the only one
I promise that you'll overcome, you'll see the damage
You have done, compare that to how far you've come
And pain is now seldom, Bochica
La leyenda de las chibchas en Colombia
Bochica, era un anciano con una increíble
Capacidad de enseñanza creativa
Enseñava a los nativos lo correcto de lo incorrecto
Life is but a beach chair, that's what I tell myself whenever
I feel like shit ain't fair, be true to you and think clear
Beware of where your thoughts lie, and many times your thoughts lie
Can't jeopardize yourself for any muh'fucka you don't like
And that's the shit I do like
Let's get to the bottom of this, is it you who's hurting you or
Uncontrolled circumstances, something's gotta give you can't
Win when you embrace depression, that is why I'm giving you the
Seeds, so start planting and if, you feel like your mind is gaining
Steam then counteract the message, it's all about attention
Man if I could save the world, then I would
You don't have to read between the lines, but you should
Saw you were in need, so I shared what could
Now it's up to you, King and Queen you can rule, believe
Bochica
Este anciano era de alta estatura, de piel clara y una barba muy larga
On esa apariencia y edad, sin duda, que ocultaba dentro de él la sabiduría
Porque se sabía que había enseñado a cultivar la tierra a varios indígenas
Quienes tenían pequeños campos y numerosas familias
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Cordova
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