Hope and Patience
I know I should have put it all along
I know we really are on the waiting room
I know we always living on our road
I know we're getting sick of all this fake shit
And every fucking day I'm losing hope
And every fucking day I'm gaining patience
And every fucking day I'm losing hope
And every fucking day I'm gaining patience
Dejé la mierda de lado, ya no quiero más
Ya no tengo ese porrito a la noche de grass
No hace falta tomar químicos para volar
Cuando me quiera ir al cielo me puedo matar
My abuelo ahora está en el cielo y ya no es lo mismo
Llevo cuatro putos años mirando al abismo
25 putos años, no sé ser yo mismo
25 putos años, no sé ser yo mismo
¿Y si el todo es nada... qué más da?
¿Y si el nada es todo... qué más da?
¿Y si el todo es nada... qué más da?
¿Y si el nada es todo... qué más da?
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Yeah, I'm feeling so down
I know I should have put it all along
I know we really are on the waiting room
I know we always living on our road
I know we're getting sick of all this fake shit
And every fucking day I'm losing hope
And every fucking day I'm gaining patience
And every fucking day I'm losing hope
And every fucking day I'm gaining patience
I know we really are on the waiting room
I know we always living on our road
I know we're getting sick of all this fake shit
And every fucking day I'm losing hope
And every fucking day I'm gaining patience
And every fucking day I'm losing hope
And every fucking day I'm gaining patience
Dejé la mierda de lado, ya no quiero más
Ya no tengo ese porrito a la noche de grass
No hace falta tomar químicos para volar
Cuando me quiera ir al cielo me puedo matar
My abuelo ahora está en el cielo y ya no es lo mismo
Llevo cuatro putos años mirando al abismo
25 putos años, no sé ser yo mismo
25 putos años, no sé ser yo mismo
¿Y si el todo es nada... qué más da?
¿Y si el nada es todo... qué más da?
¿Y si el todo es nada... qué más da?
¿Y si el nada es todo... qué más da?
Down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Yeah, I'm feeling so down
I know I should have put it all along
I know we really are on the waiting room
I know we always living on our road
I know we're getting sick of all this fake shit
And every fucking day I'm losing hope
And every fucking day I'm gaining patience
And every fucking day I'm losing hope
And every fucking day I'm gaining patience
Credits
Writer(s): Rolando Bosch
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