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Yeah
Wuh
Yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh
Oh
Duko, you know

And I'm going like a zombie, flying low, I passed the avenue (I passed the avenue)
We shine at night, but we turn off the lights by day (the lights by day)
Mountain' of snow and my brother doesn't ski (no, no)
I'm a fucked up, tenuous rebellion (Ay)
I give it height like Rosalía (Rosa)
What do I do, what do I say, that's up to me (uh)

I wasn't crazy, I wasn't lying either
I have more lyrics than a bookstore
I spit dirt, they say it's poetry (uh)
Duko makes you feel what he felt (ah, yeah, uh)

Everybody wants to see me, it seems that now the CIA is following me (ah, yeah)
I got off the show and three hours passed' but the
Fane' are still waiting for me (ah, yeah, you-you-you, you-you-you)

If they leave the beat, the song doesn't end (ah, yeah)
If insects enter, Duko exterminates it (ah, yeah)
Street league, I came from the corner (ah, yeah)
Shot-out for SF that sponsors me (tu-tu-tu, you-tu-tu)
They eat my songs like candy (yeah)
Pegao like pepa, it remains 'that hallucinates

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, watch me dance
The nylon looks new, I hurt myself so much
Baby, I don't miss you, the clothes of the year
Toy smoking a pipe, mommy, all night long
Ma, I feel fashion, pure satisfaction
Only the show comes out with a single rehearsal (uh, ah, yeah)

I hit and I don't miss, I raise the percentage (uh, ah, yeah)
The 'fake' rappers are under 'the carriage (uh, eh)
At least now you save the garage
He can't fight me, he doesn't make it to the weigh-in
I hope I don't touch for half the trip
They are not going to beat me with the flows I brought (I'm crazy)

And I'm going like a zombie, flying low, I passed the avenue (I passed the avenue)
We shine at night, but we turn off the lights by day (the lights by day)
Mountain' of snow and my brother doesn't ski (no, no)
I'm a fucked up, tenuous rebellion (ay)
I give it height like Rosalía (Rosa)
What do I do, what do I say, that's up to me (uh)

Flying low, you know
Like a fuckin' zombie through the city
What do I do, what do I say, it's up to me
Che, friend, does a dry one come out?

What if a dry one comes out, Club Hats?
I'm recording, cat, did I really tell myself?
From the End of the World, you know
Club hats on the beat
Asan and Yesan in magic

And I'm going like a zombie, flying low, ha, ha
Na, lie, cat (ha, ha, ha)