Lo Principal

Every time I go and trip over the same odd rock
Odd rock, odd rock, odd rock (uh-na-ah)
My senses sharpen, I become a psychic
Psychic, psychic, psychic (uh-na-ah)

I enjoy the thrill of feeling on top, that’s the main thing
Main thing, main thing, main thing (uh-na-ah)
If I get a warm hug in my soul, it’s because of the music
Music, music, music (uh-na-ah)

On God, vision in Rod's office
Today I’m drinking his pussy, more than a drink at the bar
The only light is from the electricity
Coming from a movie on the TV

Bodies think they touch, but they only imagine it
My blood rushes fast, almost hitting the mark
Nothing is permanent, not even my marker
Life is a moment when I come inside you, my love

I don’t know if something’s missing since you and I matched
We were stuck from Sunday to Saturday
The hemp from Cárcamo hits my hypothalamus
If I pass through paradise, it irritates my eyelids

A couple of folks jump in to roll again
I pull out the chocolates, with more than two eyes you see me
Distracted by how she dresses, what I like is illegal
We eat Italian and kiss in French (uh!)

Every time I go and trip over the same odd rock
Odd rock, odd rock, odd rock (uh-na-ah)
My senses sharpen, I become a psychic
Psychic, psychic, psychic (uh-na-ah)

I enjoy the thrill of feeling on top, that’s the main thing
Main thing, main thing, main thing (uh-na-ah)
If I get a warm hug in my soul, it’s because of the music
Music, music, music (uh-na-ah)

The trail of cannabis floats
The energy is palpable, rare if you see it
You haven’t reached your full potential yet
Especially at home, lying down at three

Get out of your comfort zone, cook for yourself, olive oil
Every morning is a new opportunity
Life has an expiration date
Go for what you dream with confidence

First do it for yourself, then for your community
I want all of humanity to see you
Everyone in their entirety
Don’t do this for utility

Do it with love and continuity
To scratch the finality
You wonder why I’m writing around NY City by Broadway
And Leonard on the Model Y. Well, I
Receive direction from above the sky

Every time I go and trip over the same odd rock
Odd rock, odd rock, odd rock (uh-na-ah)
My senses sharpen, I become a psychic
Psychic, psychic, psychic (uh-na-ah)

I enjoy the thrill of feeling on top, that’s the main thing
Main thing, main thing, main thing (uh-na-ah)
If I get a warm hug in my soul, it’s because of the music
Music, music, music (uh-na-ah)

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