Too much noise, a lot of people shoot hard with the machine gun
Too pure, babe, I swear, they corner me if I stay still
Rage stings, stings a lot, mosquitoes sting, stings like sriracha
Rage stings, they don’t know how to scratch the anger that girl gives them
Eyes like Bowie (Uh), one black and one blue (Black)
When I get sad they change color completely
Butter like Biggie, I put jam on it
What you see is what I am, I don’t owe anyone anything
Don’t let the noise confuse you (-fuse)
Keep your chain in its case (In its case)
Not everything weighing on your neck is gold
Not everyone takes care of their treasure
The lie disguises itself as a packaged bitch, silky hair, perky tits (Ha!)
Luxury lips, cocaine envelope, silver tooth, tomato, high heel (Ah)
The devil saw you at night with your face buried, sunk, screaming against the pillow (Tacata-tacata)
Purity in the soul is expensive, loses money, gains cash (Cash)
This is Latin America, get it, damn it, doll
The lie travels business class on a plane with Gucci flip-flops
Dominates the television, goes around as a little Fiorucci angel
“**Funny Valentine**” plays (Cha-ching)
Nothing is quite fine (Cha-ching)
But I have **Espidifen** (Cha-ching)
In the **Balmain** purse (Cha-ching)
“**Funny Valentine**” plays (Cha-ching)
Nothing is quite fine (Cha-ching)
But I have **Espidifen** (Cha-ching)
In the **Balmain** purse (Cha-ching)
I don’t lose my rings (Cash, cash, cash)
I’m screwed up, but I make it look simple
It’s called “lie”
I don’t produce serotonin, so microdosing will make it for me
X-ray on the corner of the back with the camera flash (Ha)
I can paint a Picasso smoking a joint with the brush of the mask
Today I got an email saying the lie will kill me
If something doesn’t work, it’s not fixed as before with just Scotch tape
You spent the whole night looking for solutions on the Macintosh
I look into the eyes of a cat, babe, 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 sacred is holy like Maradona’s boots
I cry salty, cry a lot, cry like Madonna cried
Don’t give yourself away like that, hey, don’t regret it
When your mom asks 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 (Prr!)
Not everything weighing on your neck is gold
Not everyone takes care of their treasure