[ Featuring Hazael Escobar Ortiz ]
Party on the top floor,
Broom tap above, I'm stuck,
You can ask what the problem?
You got, I want, tough luck.
Knock on the red doors
Open up, heads all shut
You can ask what the problem?
You got, I want, tough luck.
(You got, I want-)
(You got, I want, tough luck.)
Gimme, gimme, your stuff so silly.
How much money?
How about a billion?
Change your face with a mood, that's chameleon.
Of course you look like a fool, that's an idiot.
Hoist up, coming from a bootstrap,
Coming up is more than a two-step.
Pirate, I'm a captain, robbing the so-called passions.
If you're smooth sailing, then I'm masting.
Masking all of my distractions.
My actions are criminally taxing.
But it's in fashion; if I want it Imma have it.
A circle, what a human classic!
Party on the top floor,
Broom tap above, I'm stuck,
You can ask what the problem?
You got, I want, tough luck.
Knock on the red doors
Open up, heads all shut
You can ask what the problem? (Now)
You got, I want, tough luck.
(You got, I want-)
Hurry, hurry, It'll change in a flurry.
Stirred by a spark, now we're a slurry of madness.
Drunk on envy.
Opened up the levy, called it an abscess.
Hoist up, coming from a strange fruit,
Coming up isn't called progress.
I'll play a game hangman, if I want to end at rhetoric.
And better yet-
We can flip this on its head.
I'm not loafing around; it's more than chasing bread.
How can my lies be so edible?
I guess that's why they call us incredible.
You got, I want, tough luck.
(Gimme, gimme now.)
(You got, I want.)
Party on the top floor,
Broom tap above, I'm stuck,
You can ask what the problem?
You got, I want, tough luck.
Knock on the red doors
Open up, heads all shut
You can ask what the problem? (Now)
You got, I want, tough luck.
