Bendíceme (part. Juaninacka y BCN)

(Aha, yo, movements in the shadows, intangible, you know, bless me)

I felt so low, like you were pure gold
There’s always more inspiration from the dark side, I swear
There’s a lot of softies, not enough tough, take it slow, no rush
There’s no greater peace than being home, feeling safe and

For now, I locked that door tight
And under the bed, a cross (bless me)
I came to rappel, hanging from her tits
She asks if I want her, and there’s no answer (no, no, no, no)

At this point, I don’t think I’ll change
Because I ate until I was stuffed, but I’m still hungry
I do it because I can, because it heals me, I’m Juan Guerrero
And I have bills that can’t be paid with cash

A new day is a new starting point
I’d rather start from scratch than lick my wounds
I’ll be there for you when you fall, my food is your food
But you can’t put reins on a black horse, you know?

Red eyes, my hands are sweaty
I thought I wasn’t that good, and I have the crowd screaming
I’m half-busted, barely halfway through the season
My mission: To make sure you have everything, and you don’t care about anything

You bring me doubled up and hurt, fucked up
Harder to swallow if it was cooked with ground bread
Diamonds and sapphires don’t fill me up, but
That devil said it well: Life takes many turns

I gained understanding of some truths
Losing opportunities and friendships
Loyalty is a rare commodity and fits in
A wallet or the bottom of a glass

It’s agave liquor, calculations, written formulas
In marble, hidden intentions, you know
Because in this life, nothing is certain
When you can’t find the door, you have to climb the wall

Take it slow, three points, to the deep space
Light another one while I stubbornly ask, and I
Am always messing with my business, but what
Life knows well when I have it right here with me

I’m erasing the trace I leave in her footprints
It’s pure mess here, another bottle popped
Pure stardust, today just the remnant of a star
And in the fridge, there’s cold chicken and paella, her

Theater of the absurd, I only hear silent screams
Righties and lefties looking for the wide end of the funnel
Anything goes, I know, what I don’t know is why I doubt
I know the locks, I have more keys than judo

Yesterday didn’t work, but today I’m getting ready
I wrap it in rice and eat it raw
I swear, I don’t judge, I’m not on any side
I think less about the past and more about the future

Friends cut themselves off, each with their lessons
The more it clouds my mind, the more I see what face it makes
I wrote 27 doing push-ups
I left 28 in the name of my bad decisions

And I said: What’s the difference, four more to leave
I’ve seen people say I hate you who used to say it firmly
Art chains you, others say it was born free
I, like her gaze: Intangible
Bless me