LA MENTIRA
Chu, uh-uh, uh-uh
La-la-la, yeah
Demasiado ruido, mucha gente me dispara duro con la metralleta
Demasiado puro, nena, te lo juro, me acorralan si me quedo quieta
Pica rabia, pica mucho, pican los mosquito', pica como la sriracha
Pica la rabia, no saben rascar la bronca que les da esa wacha
Los ojito' como Bowie, uno negro y otro azul
Cuando me pongo triste me cambian de color a full
La manteca como Biggie, yo le pongo mermelada
Lo que ves es lo que soy, no le debo a nadie nada
No dejes que el ruido te confunda
Guarda tu cadena con la funda
No todo lo que te pesa en el cuello es oro
No todo el mundo cuida su tesoro
La mentira se disfraza de perra empaquetada, pelo sedoso, tetas paradas
Labio' de lujo, sobre de coca, diente de plata, tomate, tacón
El diablo te vio a la noche con la cara metida, hundida, gritando contra el almohadón
Pureza en el alma sale caro, pierde money, gana guita
Esto es Latinoamérica, entérate, carajo, muñequita
La-La mentira viaja business en avión con las ojotas de Gucci
Domina la televisión, va de angelito Fiorucci
Suena Funny Valentine (caching)
Nada está del todo fine (caching)
Pero tengo Espidifen (caching)
En la cartera de Balmain (caching)
Suena Funny Valentine (caching)
Nada está del todo fine (caching)
Pero tengo Espidifen (caching)
En la cartera de Balmain (caching)
No se me caen los anillos (cash, cash, cash)
Estoy jodida, pero yo hago que se vea sencillo
Se llama mentira
No fabrico serotonina, así que la microdose me la fabricará
Radriografía en la esquina del back con el flash de la cámara
Puedo pintar un Picasso fumándome un faso con el cepillo de la máscara
Hoy recibí un email que decía que la mentira a mí me matará
Si algo no funciona, no se arregla como antes solo con la cinta Scotch
Te pasaste toda la noche buscando soluciones en la Macintosh
Miro a los ojos de gato, nena, lo miro y sé que me miente
La mentira lo dopó, lo dopó, lo dopó y no se acordaba de niente
Tu tesoro es sagrado y lo sagrado es holy como los botines de Maradona
Lloro salado, lloro una bocha, lloro como lloraba la Madonna
No te regales así, che, no te arrepientas
Cuando tu vieja te pregunte si sos feliz, te pido que no le mientas
No dejes que el ruido te confunda
Guarda tu cadena con la funda
No todo lo que te pesa en el cuello es oro
No todo el mundo cuida su tesoro
THE LIE
Chu, uh-uh, uh-uh
La-la-la, yeah
Too much noise, many people shoot hard at me with the machine gun
Too pure, baby, I swear, they corner me if I stay still
It stings with anger, stings a lot, the mosquitoes sting, stings like sriracha
It stings with anger, they don't know how to scratch the anger that girl gives them
The eyes like Bowie, one black and one blue
When I get sad they change color completely
The butter like Biggie, I put jam on it
What you see is what I am, I owe nothing to anyone
Don't let the noise confuse you
Keep your chain in its case
Not everything that weighs on your neck is gold
Not everyone takes care of their treasure
The lie disguises itself as a packaged bitch, silky hair, perky tits
Luxury lips, cocaine envelope, silver tooth, tomato, high heel
The devil saw you at night with your face buried, sunk, screaming against the pillow
Purity in the soul is expensive, loses money, gains cash
This is Latin America, get it, damn it, doll
The lie travels business class on a plane with Gucci flip-flops
Dominates television, goes as a little Fiorucci angel
Funny Valentine sounds (caching)
Nothing is completely fine (caching)
But I have Espidifen (caching)
In the Balmain wallet (caching)
Funny Valentine sounds (caching)
Nothing is completely fine (caching)
But I have Espidifen (caching)
In the Balmain wallet (caching)
I don't drop my rings (cash, cash, cash)
I'm screwed, but I make it look simple
It's called a lie
I don't produce serotonin, so the microdose will produce it for me
X-ray on the corner of the back with the camera flash
I can paint a Picasso smoking a joint with the brush of the mask
Today I received an email saying that the lie will kill me
If something doesn't work, it's not fixed as before just with Scotch tape
You spent the whole night looking for solutions on the Macintosh
I look into the cat eyes, baby, I look and I know he's lying to me
The lie drugged him, drugged him, drugged him and he didn't remember anything
Your treasure is sacred and the sacred is holy like Maradona's boots
I cry salty, I cry a lot, I cry like Madonna used to cry
Don't give yourself away like that, hey, don't regret it
When your mom asks you if you're happy, I ask you not to lie to her
Don't let the noise confuse you
Keep your chain in its case
Not everything that weighs on your neck is gold
Not everyone takes care of their treasure
Escrita por: Nathy Peluso / Casta / Felix Lara