Sentado en la Arena (part. DJ Transe)
What my intuition's about what you're doing
You can wake up a lot more fucked up than you are now
More fucked up than now... Yeah
You think you know me? I don't know me!
Represento al mundo entero, pero sólo creo en mí
Hay ébrios tristes y ébrios aún más tristes
Siempre quise ser palmera
Bebe, mi felicida' en botella' está
Déjate de tatuarse, las botellas llenarse
Estoy sentado en la arena pensando en ti-rarte al mar (Já)
No por pena me voy a embriagar
Es por el vino en caja que llevo en las vena' (¿Cómo?)
Que se drena y cada 5 minutos voy a mear
Y es la garrafa que me atrapa en las garras
De la parafernalia de una guitarra
Hey, déjame fluir sólo por fluir
No es por huir, es que me quiero divertir
Vivir sin brindis, mmm difícil (Argh)
Nos sirve pa' calmar la pena, o si no inventamos la crisis
Quiero beber agua ardiente
Aunque lamentablemente la mente lo lamente
Y si el can siente que las vende
Voy a hacerte más de 3
Mil promesas rotas al día siguiente
Es que este ser no quiere aprender
Querido vino te uso de suero
(Pero hoy es lunes, ya está bueno)
¿Y si mañana me muero, acaso hay tinto en el cielo, ah?
Si veo un vaso vacío, desde allá arri'a te lanzo unos buenos hielo'
A mí, déjame volar a mi forma
Voy por mal camino y un comino me importa
Ven y bebe de esa calle, pero no la tragues
A mí, déjame volar a mi forma
Voy por mal camino y un comino me importa
Ven y bebe de esa calle, pero no la tragues (Yeah)
Sigo sentado en la arena, pensando en mi-
Llones de ideas y emplearlas para el mic
Como sea, crear hue'ás de la street
Y en la mente se que'an si no que'a dónde escribir (Yeah)
Eah eah, weed de la fea por mil
Y esta yerba está negra mientras llega Abril
O sea, como sea se desea partir
Y por el cielo planear, deambulando hasta el fin (Yeah)
Sin una nube que entorpezca el vuelo
Del perro que empezó del suelo
Es que hoy recordé lo que yo debo recorrer
¿Por qué caminar si puedo correr?
Gritar "¡Libertad!" , pintar my name
Vacilar sin ley, castigar mi brain
Hasta que mi espejo no quiera saber más de
El jodi'o reflejo de un viejo caminante
A mí, déjame volar a mi forma
Voy por mal camino y un comino me importa
Ven y bebe de esa calle, pero no la tragues
A mí, déjame volar a mi forma
Voy por mal camino y un comino me importa
Ven y bebe de esa calle, pero no la tragues
Pero no la tragues, tragues
Pero no la tragues, tragues
Sitting on the Sand (feat. DJ Transe)
What my gut feeling tells me about what you're up to
You can wake up way more messed up than you are now
More messed up than now... Yeah
You think you know me? I don't even know myself!
I represent the whole world, but only believe in myself
There are sad drunks and even sadder drunks
I always wanted to be a palm tree
Drink, my happiness is in bottles
Stop getting tattoos, filling up bottles
I'm sitting on the sand thinking about throwing you into the sea (Ha)
I'm not gonna get drunk out of pity
It's because of the boxed wine running through my veins (What?)
That drains and every 5 minutes I have to pee
And it's the jug that traps me in the clutches
Of the paraphernalia of a guitar
Hey, let me flow just to flow
It's not to escape, it's because I want to have fun
Living without toasts, hmm difficult (Ugh)
It serves to calm the pain, or else we invent the crisis
I want to drink moonshine
Although regrettably the mind regrets it
And if the dog feels like selling them
I'm gonna make you more than 3
Thousand broken promises the next day
It's just that this being doesn't want to learn
Dear wine, I use you as a drip
(But today is Monday, enough already)
And if I die tomorrow, is there red wine in heaven, huh?
If I see an empty glass, from up there I'll throw you some good ice
Let me fly in my own way
I'm on the wrong path and I don't give a damn
Come and drink from that street, but don't swallow it
Let me fly in my own way
I'm on the wrong path and I don't give a damn
Come and drink from that street, but don't swallow it (Yeah)
I'm still sitting on the sand, thinking about my-
Tons of ideas and using them for the mic
Anyway, creating street stuff
And in my mind, if it doesn't stay, where to write (Yeah)
Yeah yeah, ugly weed for a thousand
And this herb is dark while April arrives
I mean, anyway you want to leave
And soar through the sky, wandering until the end (Yeah)
Without a cloud hindering the flight
Of the dog that started from the ground
I remembered today what I must go through
Why walk when I can run?
Shout 'Freedom!', paint my name
Joke around without rules, punish my brain
Until my mirror doesn't want to know more about
The damn reflection of an old wanderer
Let me fly in my own way
I'm on the wrong path and I don't give a damn
Come and drink from that street, but don't swallow it
Let me fly in my own way
I'm on the wrong path and I don't give a damn
Come and drink from that street, but don't swallow it
But don't swallow it, swallow
But don't swallow it, swallow