angel dust
Trato de perdonarme pero ni lo intento
Me acarician voces que me guían con el viento
Tengo callos en los dedos de tanto encender el mechero
Letras pa' fundir mi legado una vez muerto
Like the devil told me
Spit on what I ship, stop telling me
What to think, are the diamonds with no rings
I crumble like my nightmare it's a DVD
It's the k on me like the new trip
It's the shame on me what destroyes me?
We are the new wave scheamers, ay
A told myself to calm a little
Disperso como gasolina en un gtr
Una bala perdida no preocupa como suene
Angel Dust, no hay vida si no llueve
Me siguen escaneando como si fuera un QR
Y dentro de esta multitud no quiero ser el que cuenta
A 200 con eurobeat de los 90
Como sienta, ser el que no sale de esta
Pesadilla en mi camino, parece una fiesta
Get in on, carry on
Spit this up, smoke this blunt
It's not the drugs, it's just the hope
Can't remember when all rolled down
Hard broke boy cause I've never been broken
I'll tell you what I want
But I never spoke
Give me a sign, but I prefer the low fair
Die over your spine, cause my soul never lost it
En mi cabeza dando vueltas
Los ojos se me cierran y se salen de las cuencas
Vuelve a la huerta, cierra la puerta
Uno tiene el control cuando duerme y nunca despierta
Get in on, carry on
Spit this up, smoke this blunt
It's not the drugs, it's just the hope
Can't remember when all rolled down
Me acarician voces que me guían con el viento
Tengo callos en los dedos de tanto encender el mechero
Letras pa' fundir mi legado una vez muerto
Like the devil told me
Spit on what I ship, stop telling me
What to think, are the diamonds with no rings
I crumble like my nightmare it's a DVD
It's the k on me like the new trip
It's the shame on me what destroyes me?
We are the new wave scheamers, ay
A told myself to calm a little
Disperso como gasolina en un gtr
Una bala perdida no preocupa como suene
Angel Dust, no hay vida si no llueve
Me siguen escaneando como si fuera un QR
Y dentro de esta multitud no quiero ser el que cuenta
A 200 con eurobeat de los 90
Como sienta, ser el que no sale de esta
Pesadilla en mi camino, parece una fiesta
Get in on, carry on
Spit this up, smoke this blunt
It's not the drugs, it's just the hope
Can't remember when all rolled down
Hard broke boy cause I've never been broken
I'll tell you what I want
But I never spoke
Give me a sign, but I prefer the low fair
Die over your spine, cause my soul never lost it
En mi cabeza dando vueltas
Los ojos se me cierran y se salen de las cuencas
Vuelve a la huerta, cierra la puerta
Uno tiene el control cuando duerme y nunca despierta
Get in on, carry on
Spit this up, smoke this blunt
It's not the drugs, it's just the hope
Can't remember when all rolled down
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Writer(s): Marco Sánchez Ruiz
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