Amor Al Arte

Hey Rojas, what you got, shorty
Yeah
Haha

I live all messed up, yeah
I live all messed up, yeah
I live all messed up, yeah

I live all messed up
I wake up at 7 p.m. and my messages flood in on WhatsApp
Half say get up
The rest are experts trying to hire me
And it ain't because I'm cocky
It's just that I'm living the damn American dream
And the best part is I'm living it with my brothers
We're making money for free
Just chilling at home

It's for the love of the art, not for the gold
But if I don't get paid, man, I don't eat
Independent money, we did it on our own
Yeah, yeah, I'm going for the gold

Life for that shorty, death for her boyfriend
Bitch, I'm on fire, that's obvious now
Sorry for my sins, mom I love you, yeah
I'm gonna make it all happen and that's obvious, yeah

(I live all messed up, yeah)
I live all messed up, yeah
I live all messed up, yeah
I live all messed up, yeah

I live all messed up
Mommy came in however she wanted from the club
She knows I walk without a gun
That I'm in love with this shit and that's it
They know I won the game, yeah

She said she wanted a night with me
I told her if you mess around, don't look at my friend
She knows I was born for this, I'm messed up
She knows that now we're all about

(I live all messed up, yeah)
I live all messed up, yeah
I live all messed up, yeah
I live all messed up, yeah