Pascola wiskers
Matachine swing
Rattles a Wicked
whisper
Pura cora
Puro pain
Heart remembers cocaine stains.
Mi alma
Mi nombre
Pray for the brain
El mazo,
I see him
Cehuas,
No shame
Ete Vida
Ete Vato
Purgatory
Hate the game?
Be a playah
Love the game?
Love the game?
Eye on the hustler.
It remains the same.
Dream the cuerno
Accept the rain
a sun beam
a dark cloud
un chachayote thunderstep
Venado
Solo
y
Buscando
Soul rebel como Marley
Judged como Marijuano
Roll tight
Breathe deep
Inhale : Oracion
Por que
Pascola Wiskers
Whisper
y las flores
easily wither
Gara la Onda
Manda la Lluvia
and the rest of how that shit goes...
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