Candyman - DT.Bilardo & Perro Primo

(Kids these days) The whole story been out of context A room full of fluorescent light, clean and tight, all in boxes People coughing, people yelling in panic and pain Vomiting, carrying their piss in a plastic bag Confused and tired beloved ones We loved once, we trusted Knew just what being clueless allowed us Now being useless unites us Sitting in a station, waiting for the last bus What was it that you expected, oh It seems unacceptable Accept the predictable - Your lost war Or were u sure mister candy would so elegantly move to the next family and skip yours? Back home, back to needles Just stay with me, though Just wait a minute I swear we're winning Show is just beginning White page, I mean it Black pen scribbled, stage 4 I know just where you're from Try fool me, I'm not dumb I'm coming only for you (candyman) I'm coming only for you I know just where you're from I know that I'm a scumbag I'm coming only for you, but one day I'll get your family too The whole morning been like a fantasy One with a bad script Written by a lunatic Brightly illuminated but, like a horror film Come get your best sits, we're about to begin And tell this motherfucker lemon man to back off Take his motherfucking lemonade and get lost Tell him he can take his act of charity and spill it Give it to the real sick kids who really fucking need it I know just where you're from I'm here to give you a hand I know you don't wanna be saved And in this squeaky bed, and even if you can't I'm coming over for you Take a sip, it's hand squeezed, an act of faith, for 30 years, wait Please know I'm not a scum Don't get confused, I'm the good guy I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man I'm the lemon man

(Oh, ahora sí, bro) Eh Perro Primo BRIANMIX (Oh, shit) Un saludito pa' lo' hater' que siempre tiran la mala Quieren busca' fama conmigo y yo no sé ni cómo se llama' De lo' traica no me olvido, no, ah Siempre pa' 'lante con lo' mío' Relojean mis historia' con un Insta fake Me robaron a la mostra, me liberé No confunda' conocido con un amigo Siempre hay un traica perdido La' pupila' dilatada' pa' corta' la semana Una jarrita con hielo, ya sé que el finde me llama Una perrita desquiciada quiere verme mañana Y yo perdido en la city buscando quien se regala Me gustan lo' coche' al piso La chata bien patona Tu novia bien tetona, ey Y si se deja, un tiki de la cola Así lo hacemo' en mi zona Siempre 'tamo bien empilcha'o Pa' la' guacha' pimpea'o Pa' lo' gile' fuletea'o Con lo' vidrio' pinta'o No me acuerdo ni mi' letra' porque siempre 'toy re loco De tanto fumar coco creo que me descoloco Paraguayo ahora ni loco 'Tamo arriba y no por poco De xenón todo' lo' foco' Fumando no me equivoco Seguimo' acá en SL La casaca NFL Salgo todo' lo' weekene' 'Tar callado te conviene, gato Pla, pla, cómo suena ese escape Acelera, que todo' se rescaten Somo' cinco en un Vento, mejor que ni traten Esperando la jugada para que la desaten Perro Primo Full Cumbia 420 pa' lo' negro' (¡Audioking!) DT.Bilardo One Blood Music, pa Maxi El Brother E'to e' full Perro Primo RKT 420 Kriterio Music BRIANMIX (Bilardo está en el beat, oh) Lo hacemo' fácil, easy