I feel like zica and I'm hot like paprika
Moving through the system so damn fast I can't see ya
I think the people keepin tabs they're thinkin why would he leave us
The expaeration date's a year past due don't let them deceive ya
Moving through sound like everything
I can't possibly care what you think
And even if I do you'll have to pardon me
Cus every other day I play hide and seek
With luci and love and hate
And Ciaco, Virgillo, Farianna Uberti
But even if my class remembers me
No they won't be up joggin me they'll be joggin the one's that stayed on the top you see
The area, I'm kind of scared of ya because palm trees and pedigrees keep me sweating
I barely breathe
Agrivatting my allergies
Calibrating your calculese
Making jokes of their fallacies
Segregating to scalp the seas which doesn't make sense
But it sounds kind of cool
I'm the fool
Making meaning out of lack there of I must be in high school
3,651 hours
I spent a hot minute looking round for my champaigne showers
But all I had left were 3 loosers who couldn't give a damn
Let alone play a jam
Let a lone build a dam
Let alone start a band that made it past lemonade stands
Or kept it rollin for more than a minute before smoke filled the sedan
Oozing out the window
451 degrees makes the grass so green grow
Out of the ground like Santo Domingo
Speaking Spanglish solo para probar your not the only gringo
Bingo
I feel like zica and I'm hot like paprika