Underground Para La Cena

Hello bitch

I hope you brought your full belly
'Cause trying to be underground, I can't afford dinner
Don't ask how I've been, just check out these dark circles
I'm still trapped in this disgusting body that wilts with every spring

I looked for beer as inspiration, but I turned into an alcoholic
The best of me comes out when I'm feeling nostalgic
The peace I wanted I found in samples that sound exquisite
So your spiritual healing
I don't need it

Don't try to fool me, I also started from scratch
Right now with Nike gear, before I was barefoot
Listening to Wu-Tang Clan doesn't make you more gangster
This started as a release, I never wanted to be a rapper

It's better to sing away the pain
On my skateboard cruising down the boulevard
In the rings of Saturn, I feel like I'm spinning
Nausea and colors, the acid is hitting me

I needed God's help
But he was busy forgiving

All my depressions vomited in the toilet
The only cash I carry is from my earrings
Love for the art, like as a kid with my toys
This junkie look can't be washed away with detergent

I used to light up a joint

And laugh out loud
Some knock on your door, I kick it down
You're only underground in your fairy tales
The Virgin is still a whore
Even if she’s not getting penetrated
I'm tired of waiting for that love God promised, 'cause it never came

Just crazy waters
I never liked wine
That dirty girl is heavy, they say it around the district
We don't even compete, yet they have us as favorites

With a hot dick, and the drink ice cold
Nothing's changed, the liquor still tastes like agony
I don't give a fuck
About those fucking cops
But if they search my stash, I pray three Hail Marys

I pray three Hail Marys, bitch