Esto es para ti - Efecto Pasillo

Como el hedor, ¿viste?

Voy creciendo en el arte del maltrato

De la rítmica que quiere ser showfashion

Disparo oraciones que son el látigo de Indiana

Castigo temas hechos de hoy para mañana

Mi música de local, de volumen alto y gritar

Hinchar el pecho como un flotador y explotar

Es un misil de infantería que te va a reventar

Prepárate

Yo nací para gritarle al viento

Que me ha nacido este sentimiento

Que me hace parir frases sinceras

Sin pensar en dinámicas mecenas

Para gritar

Todo para ti

Para gritarle al viento

Hecho para ti

Para gritar

Sólo para ti

Hecho para ti

Prepárate

Esto es un tren que está apunto de arrollarte

Llevarte de viaje sin billete

De escarcharte como un juguete

Mira

Es un cohete que va a despegar

Óyeme

Es un revolver sin dueño

Nadie espera que va a disparar

Refúgiate donde puedas, no hay manera

No podrás escapar aunque quieras

Huye

Yo nací para gritarle al viento

Me ha nacido este sentimiento

Que me hace parir frases sinceras

Sin pensar en dinámicas mecenas

Para gritar

Todo para ti

Para gritarle al viento

Hecho para ti

Para gritar

Sólo para ti

Para gritar

Todo para ti

Para gritarle al viento

Hecho para ti

Para gritar

Sólo para ti

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Yo nací para gritarle al viento

Que me ha nacido este sentimiento

Que me hace gritar frases sinceras

Sin pensar en dinámicas mecenas

Yeah

Yo nací para gritarle al viento

Que me ha nacido este sentimiento

Que me hace parir frases sinceras

Sin pensar en dinámicas mecenas

Todo para ti

Hecho para ti

Sólo para ti

Todo para ti

Hecho para ti

Sólo para ti

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Todo para ti

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Sólo para ti

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Todo para ti

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Todo para ti

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Like the stench, did you see?

I am growing in the art of abuse

Of the rhythm that wants to be showfashion

I shoot prayers that are the whip of Indiana

Punishment topics made from today to tomorrow

My local music, loud and scream

Puff up the chest like a float and explode

It's an infantry missile that's going to blow you up

get ready

I was born to shout at the wind

That this feeling has been born in me

That makes me give birth to sincere phrases

Without thinking about dynamic patrons

to scream

All for you

to shout to the wind

Made for you

to scream

Just for you

Made for you

get ready

This is a train about to run over you

Take you on a trip without a ticket

To frost you like a toy

Look

It is a rocket that is going to take off

hear me

It is a revolver without owner

No one expects you to shoot

Take refuge where you can, there is no way

You won't be able to escape even if you want

Flees

I was born to shout at the wind

This feeling has been born in me

That makes me give birth to sincere phrases

Without thinking about dynamic patrons

to scream

All for you

to shout to the wind

Made for you

to scream

Just for you

to scream

All for you

to shout to the wind

Made for you

to scream

Just for you

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I was born to shout at the wind

That this feeling has been born in me

that makes me shout sincere phrases

Without thinking about dynamic patrons

yeah

I was born to shout at the wind

That this feeling has been born in me

That makes me give birth to sincere phrases

Without thinking about dynamic patrons

All for you

Made for you

Just for you

All for you

Made for you

Just for you

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All for you

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Made for you

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All for you

Made for you

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