Vuelta a La Luna
Y sigo dando la vuelta a la Luna
Poppin' pills para matar mis dudas
Expuesto al cuervo como carne cruda
Mi diablo interno ya no me es de ayuda
Y sigo dando la vuelta a la Luna
Poppin' pills para matar más dudas
Expuesto al cuervo como carne cruda
Mi diablo interno ya no me es de ayuda
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Poppin' pills para matar mis dudas
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Mi diablo interno ya no me es de ayuda
Dijo que me ama, ella me lo jura
Me tiene enfermo buscando la cura
Música y sexo, amor, odio y locura
Fuera de mi sin vos una tortura
Ey, deja el celular ahora y mira mi cara
Boba tengo droga en el bolsillo, volvé
Yeah todas esas banda’ están de moda solo son cuestión de horas
Venimo’ a bajar a todas, corre, yeah bajé y sobraban hoes en casa ayer
La bitchie hablando puro teatro ¿Cuánto quieren comer?
Acá hay almuerzo para cuatro
Pero droga pa’ diez, yeah
Okey, yeah; okey, yeah
Ahora dicen que cambié tu rostro está distinto
No engañas a nadie
Esas pastillas que usan todas
Pa’ sentirse parte van a hacer que se me enamoren antes de acostarse
Y yo
Y sigo dando la vuelta a la Luna
Poppin' pills para matar mis dudas
Expuesto al cuervo como carne cruda
Mi diablo interno ya no
¿Quiénes son los raperos del mes?
Yeah la pastilla después del café
Yeah un porro y una botella so loco’, vida de estrella Acá nunca perdimos la fe
Yeah ModoDiablo en vivo otra vez
Yeah drogao’ con Hache y con Tres
Yeah si te molesta no nos mires
Yeah Fuck wannabes, Lord Wanakin x YSY A
No fala snitch no drama kid
No es para mí quizás para vos y para tu team Fuck wannabes
Lord Wanakin x YSY A
Fuck that bitch in the coach
En el camarin en la playa o metio’ en la Street Yeah
¿Cuándo van a dejar de imitar tanto a los que saben?
Bocas nuevas y dicen ser del juego y no les veo señales
Hola, en el after junta de negocios con mis inmortales yeah
Ninguna puede cumplir sus promesas después que el Sol sale, Am a trappa
Mi amor tengo veinte traje más de un sabor pa’ que intentes, ¿Quiere más?
Trap y el plato bien aldente que se note que fue suficiente
Eh, eh, eh, eh
Una vuelta a la Luna inconscientes
Eh, eh, eh, eh
Mi diablo no me es suficiente
Eh, eh, eh, eh
Una vuelta a la Luna inconscientes
Eh, eh, eh, eh
Mi diablo no me es suficiente
Return to the Moon
And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer helpful
And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill more doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer helpful
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My inner devil is no longer helpful
She said she loves me, she swears it
She has me sick looking for the cure
Music and sex, love, hate, and madness
Without you, it's torture for me
Hey, put the phone down now and look at my face
Silly, I have drugs in my pocket, come back
Yeah, all those bands are trendy, it's just a matter of time
We came to bring them all down, run, yeah, I went down and there were extra hoes at home yesterday
The bitchie talking pure theater, how much do they want to eat?
Here's lunch for four
But drugs for ten, yeah
Okay, yeah; okay, yeah
Now they say I've changed, your face looks different
You're not fooling anyone
Those pills they all use
To feel included will make them fall in love with me before going to bed
And I
And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil no longer
Who are the rappers of the month?
Yeah, the pill after coffee
Yeah, a joint and a bottle, so crazy, star life, we never lost faith here
Yeah, ModoDiablo live again
Yeah, high on drugs with Hache and with Tres
Yeah, if it bothers you, don't look at us
Yeah, Fuck wannabes, Lord Wanakin x YSY A
No snitch, no drama kid
It's not for me, maybe for you and your team, Fuck wannabes
Lord Wanakin x YSY A
Fuck that bitch in the coach
In the dressing room, on the beach, or in the street, yeah
When will they stop imitating those who know so much?
New mouths claiming to be part of the game, I don't see any signs
Hello, at the after-party business meeting with my immortals, yeah
None can keep their promises after the Sun rises, I'm a trappa
My love, I have twenty more outfits of different flavors for you to try, want more?
Trap and the dish well cooked to show that it was enough
Eh, eh, eh, eh
A trip to the Moon unconscious
Eh, eh, eh, eh
My devil is not enough for me
Eh, eh, eh, eh
A trip to the Moon unconscious
Eh, eh, eh, eh
My devil is not enough for me