Porra Loka

It's stamped on my face
That I'm not perfect
I smoke my cigarette, can't taste it anymore
I run away from the routine they idealize
I'm not the person you're looking for

It's clear on my face that I'm a crazy bitch
And the bad company here has always been me
I've always hated following your doctrines
I don't have time to justify anymore
I'm not what you want

Live and let it bother you
I was born to make history
If it bothers you, then move away
Say everything you think now
Being who you are is glorious
If it bothers you, then move away

I'm not perfect
I smoke my cigarette, can't taste it anymore
I've always hated following this routine
It's time to move on

But those who point fingers
Don't know a third of what I go through
Of what I do
Of the damage I cause
Wherever I go

Those who point fingers
Don't know a third of what I go through
Of what I do
Of the damage I cause
Wherever I go

Live and let it bother you
I was born to make history
If it bothers you, then move away
Say everything you think now
Being who you are is glorious
If it bothers you, then move away

Live and let it bother you
I was born to make history
If it bothers you, then move away
Say everything you think now
Being who you are is glorious
If it bothers you, then move away