Cuando Me Encuentren - Dano

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

Aspira el humo, la ansiedad se pasa

Tu propia familia te siente como una amenaza

Sigues temblando… al menos, ahora estás tú sólo

Para esos niños que no pueden aguantar en casa

¿Dónde ha pasado la noche tu hija?

¿De dónde son esos graffitis que tu hijo publica?

Toda esa mierda que no les dijiste, ni viceversa

Se queda «bajo tierra» como Kustirica

Tu padre dudó qué hacer con su vida…

Tu madre tuvo miedo y lo cubrió todo

De purpurina

Con esos ejemplos es

Lógico que esta criatura no salga a la

Calle con la moral muy subida

Ir a la escuela es un culto de ira…

Sigue intentando ser cool todavía…

Y ya no sabe lo que que hacer

Sostiene el piti y el papel

Fumando chinilla en el baño de arriba

Esperando a que sean las tres

Hay un bolso Nike a sus pies

Sonríe tranquilo soltando un suspiro;

-«No nos volveremos a ver…»

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

Inhale the smoke, the anxiety passes

Your own family feels you as a threat

You're still shaking... at least now you're on your own

For those kids who can't stand it at home

Where has your daughter spent the night?

Where are those graffitis your son posts from?

All that shit you didn't tell them, or vice versa

Stays "underground" as Kustirica

Your father doubted what to do with his life from him...

Your mother was scared and she covered it all up

of glitter

With those examples it is

Logical that this creature does not go out

Street with very high morale

Going to school is a cult of anger…

Keep trying to be cool still...

And he no longer knows what to do

Holds the piti and the paper

Smoking chinilla in the upstairs bathroom

Waiting till it's three

There's a Nike bag at her feet

He smiles quietly letting out a sigh;

-"We will not see each other again..."

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

I be smoking trees in Belize when they find me

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin

Baby we rollin, baby we rollin