Caligula - Ghostemane

Aaaaaaaaah yeeee! Ajá (whaaaaaat) Pinche MOF suena bien En beats del ton hoppa Bitches don't stop us! Putas con grapas! Putas con grapas! Se enganchan en la coca Porque no estuvo su papá! Pinche MOF suena bien En beats del ton hoppa Bitches don't stop us! Putas con grapas! Putas con grapas! Se enganchan en la coca Porque no estuvo su papá! Estás pinches hoes Tan' chambeando pa caligula! Obvio se iba divulgar De este súper flow genial Yo Namas lo escribo y ya Es la mente frívola Quien lo pone en el radar Una mente bipolar Toda pinche egolatra Quien le manda por jugar Es que todavía me estresa De qué suenan bien vulgar Solo puedo articular Mierda pa tu auricular Droga como el escobar Diles no vine a jugar Aunque pensándolo bien Siempre las clavo Lo grabo en una tascam Y los vuelvo mi esclavo Mis pinches mis chavos Si empiezo en centavos Sentenció a ese ciento De zonzos Sentado! Así de vergas me siento Pa'cer el rap men! Así me fumo la cera Pa' celebrarme! Asi que pasame el pomo Que hoy puedo ahogarme Bitchesandshit! No se puede ser cobarde Pinche MOF suena bien En beats del ton hoppa Bitches don't stop us! Putas con grapas! Putas con grapas Se enganchan en la coca Porque no estuvo su papá Pinche MOF suena bien En beats del ton hoppa Bitches don't stop us! Putas con grapas! Putas con grapas! Se enganchan en la coca Porque no estuvo su papá! La infancia de Caligula Tuvo un gran efecto formativo en su caracter Era el mundo al reves En vez de estar rodeado de adultos Este niño estaba rodeado de gente Que se arrodillaba ante el Que le decía que no podía hacer Nada malo! Sin ninguna guía moral No era un niño, era un general! Claramente no es un buen comienzo Y fue de mal en peor Pinche MOF suena bien En beats del ton hoppa Bitches don't stop us! Putas con grapas! Putas con grapas! Se enganchan en la coca Porque no estuvo su papá! Pinche MOF suena bien En beats del ton hoppa Bitches don't stop us! Putas con grapas! Putas con grapas! Se enganchan en la coca Porque no estuvo su papá!

This is where we find ourselves Too far gone to save A shroud over shame I'm just doing what you taught me This is where we find ourselves The fountain and the well I'll smile my way to my own hell Armed with what you left me There's no room for me In your small heaven But nothing could erase me Or what I am I am the weight, the worry I am the hurt, the hurry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I am the wait, the worry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I could have been somebody I am the weight, the worry I am the hurt, the hurry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I am the wait, the worry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I could have been somebody This is where we find ourselves The crack in the wall, the doubt consumes While you let your righteous fury burn With hallowed hate You prey But there's no room for me in your small heaven And nothing could erase me Or who I am You cast your shadow Darkening everything south of the sun I won't follow your accord to cut me loose When it bound me here to watch you trade truth for a noose Screaming "down we fell" So give me hell Tell God I wish him well Bow down and taste the end It's a bitter pill, mind Did you plan to take the world with you And leave your guilt behind? The soil is tainted Your words, not mine Just scars and sabotage the legacy You left it all to me So go on, raise your hands Sing hallelujah Your song of the dead for those who survive The time of our lives So we smile Bow down and whisper words that you can't make us forget You bow down You bend your knee to the newborn hypocrites So bow down Give in New gods consuming Sweat and sickness is the legacy You left it all to me So go on, raise your hands and drink from the grail Just aching to drive that last coffin nail in the ways that we failed On we sail With hallowed hate, you prey We're all waiting Can you prey on peace? Wordlessly, we welcome silence in her grace I could bind my heart to anger And hold my breath for bliss that was promised me While the desperate hands of vengeance demand to deliver me It begins in me How they cling to me, pleading

Empty streets call Siren's song Drift down deeper The city's heart is waiting for me City - soulless All empty syringe, hollow promise and careful disguise Bright eyes Briefly carry the hopeful Ever the optimist So sing your song Like a sigh Your sentimental lie Liar! Open your mouth and sing like you've got something You've got something to say My head in my hands Try to ignore the sound turning to sand Cold wind carries my own voice A whisper begging for release I am released So sing your song Like a sigh Your sentimental lie Liar! Open your mouth and sing like you've got something Something to say Sing your song Like a sigh Your sentimental lie Liar! Open your mouth and sing like you've got something Something to... Fuck this city I've been released I spread out wide my arms I breath in deep and sing: I am released I am released