Paper Clip ft. The 5000s Lyrics

Mente pesada y cargada

Porque pilas no me faltan

Como criticos Aguantan

Estas Calles no se pasan

Hacen cosas de que no hablo

Pido perdon

Es dificil ser un Santo

Cada lado pecadores

Muertos viven en tus flores

Ay, no llores, amor es

Eterno y cosmica

Lo defiendo con Valor

Como una rapatista

Fuerza Fria

La vida, loca no es mia

Es nuestro, adentro

De las almas de semillas

Is you with the shits

Cause if you really is

Then grab your page and pen

Your brain and witts

Your paper clip

Your paper clip

Grab your brain and witts

Come on get your paperclip

If a - pen is a sword

Than my words are a gun

Ideas are ammunition

Damn I think I'm in love

With the syllables slippin'

Off the tip of the tongue

Speaking to the soul

Of our Calendrical sun

Talking- Nahui Ollin

The four become one

Written in the stars and

Carried in the blood

Dying for the truth

And living for the lust

But- I Ain't gonna front

Like I aint Hurtin' from them growing pains

We Eatin' good

And stayin' sicker than a surfer's slang

The only certainty

Is everything is prone to change

So it's insane to think

That through the thick I'd stay the same

Thunderstorms and hurricanes

Evil eyes with demon fangs

Preying on some pretty thangs

Sacrificing souls for fame

Buncha lames

Kinkin' the catastrophic

Boy your boys are basic

See my songs are super sonic

I used to melt metal with my mind before I lost it

Now I'm freezin' all the agua as it's comin' out the faucet

Is you with the shits

Cause if you really is

Then grab your page and pen

Your brain and witts

Your paper clip

Your paper clip

Grab your brain and witts

Come on get your paperclip

Heavy hand and an even tighter grip

So you know i'll hold it down

Like a Rucca with the shits

This that pistol origami

Call it paper clip

You can find me where the west side is

I got the juice

My Homies they got the gin

Woman weed and weather

Shawty tricks are for kids

No chip on my shoulder

One on my chin

Only sparring I do with these papers and pens

We just picking up momentum - Santa Ana winds

Callin' Quetzocuatl and Xolo Toani twins like

Is you with the shits?

Cause if you really is

Then grab your page and pen

Your brain and witts

Your paper clip

Your paper clip

Grab your brain and witts

Come on get your paperclip