ALMAS ROTAS (part. Naim y Oniria)

Trap, trap, trap, trap
What's up, Naim?
How's it going out there, Bebeto? (Ah)
YSY (YSY)
YSY A (YSY, YSY)
Naim

Swimming here where the poison floats
A pool inside my cup
I crashed your party and left soon after
I can't be around so many broken souls
How many broken ones are looking for a rite
To find their way on the path
Hit me up here with these rhythms
We'll make something even God would enjoy
The answers all come at once
The more I answer, the more questions I have
Sometimes not one knows what they hide
A catapult of my guilt
With a wine in hand for the apologies
I drift again against their curves
I swear again, God, this will be the last time

I risk it for my bet, I don't believe in polls
Awake from sunup to sundown, my hunger never sleeps
Skirting the abyss, I became friends with the slope
Sometimes it's hard to give feeling to so many loose ideas
I risk it for my bet, I don't believe in polls
Awake from sunup to sundown, my hunger never sleeps
Skirting the abyss, I became friends with the slope
Sometimes it's hard to give feeling to so many loose ideas, okay

Sometimes the saints don't jump when I wish for something out loud
Sins spill from my throat
If I want a beat, I import it from Salta, huh
I live the journey, I don't know what's missing
Again I fall asleep bored, it happens the same with so many
The story repeated, the flame ignited and melted it
I wanted to see the trap and regretted it
We blew up a bomb and her mouth watered
The clothes look like a plane
I flew off the bed, landed on the couch
Looking for a space for passion

I risk it for my bet, I don't believe in polls
Awake from sunup to sundown, my hunger never sleeps
Skirting the abyss, I became friends with the slope
Sometimes it's hard to give feeling to so many loose ideas.