Flota - Frank T

Fumatelo, pinchatelo, esnifatelo, cometelo

Fumatelo, pinchatelo, esnifatelo, bebetelo

Flota como un globo peazo' bobo porque el lobo ya te come

Encalome ya deforme tu cerebro, no celebro ni me alegro

De que haya sido yo el escritor de esta canción en la situación

De que ya tu sangre verdiazul es, si es que lo descubres

Ni crees, ni ves, cuando coca esnifes

Sube chungamente tu intelecto cultural

O aumenta la capacidad de tu aparato sexual

Yo que como frutas, bebo zumos, hago pesas

No consumo cosas de esas y siempre me aburro mucho

Lucho cada día para vencer la tentación

De no ser pisoteados por la pasti-drogación;

Más quisieras, que yo solamente soy tentado por la hueste

Versificadora y queda siempre ganadora

Sé como decir la hora a oscuras

Tus movidas musicales son todas basuras

Bacaladas, niñas nulas quinceañeras que tú mismo has arrastrado

Con pastillas su cerebro totalmente has anulado

Pero para la juerga toda la noche has aguantado

Flota, ese es el cometido

Fumatelo, pinchatelo, esnifatelo, cometelo

Fumatelo, pinchatelo, esnifatelo, bebetelo

Muérdeme como si fueras un perro

Tan duro soy como un hierro

La puerta para salir fuera ya se cerró

La noche sin pausa de marchuti pastinómano

Tal y como te veo dentro de poco: Heroinómano

Ví la marca de la fatalidad, falta personalidad

Porque todo se ha consumado con muchísima ingenuidad

El peor de los peores es ahora el mejor de los mejores

Gracias al gobierno tus problemas ahora son como flores

Eso ayudará a que tu cabeza esté más rota

Disfruta cuando puedas, pues bien flota

Fumatelo, pinchatelo, esnifatelo, cometelo

Fumatelo, pinchatelo, esnifatelo, bebetelo

Sin luces, déjate llevar por el instinto

Parecido no es igual, y ya en la noche es distinto

Relacionado con Satán lo oscuro no ha de ser

Oscura es la idea, introdúcete y la podrás leer

Envolviente, siéntelo como un feto en un vientre

No de macho, incierto, mentiroso es que ya miente

No por lo tanto oscura es la idea sea quién sea

Fea o atea que me crea, ya que oscuro quiero que se me vea

Filósofo como Sócrates, como KRS, Frank T es

Y les dejarás entrar y limpiarás sus pies

No por el hecho de entrar a un lugar santo

Sino como castigo un poco severo al subestimar mi canto

Aparto, no, no, no hablemos de apartar o de quitar

Ellos entrarán aquí dentro y si no les gusta se irán

Mañana saldrá el sol y seguiréis a oscuras

Siendo adictos a una droga sea blanda o sea dura

Como yo no soy quién para decir lo que has de hacer

Tú mismo lo que quieras pincharte o beber

Eso sí, no salpiques, ponte tú solo hasta las botas

Yo estoy bien así, tú a tu rollo, así que flota

Fumatelo, pinchatelo, esnifatelo, cometelo

Fumatelo, pinchatelo, esnifatelo, bebetelo

Smoke it, prick it, snort it, eat it

Smoke it, prick it, snort it, drink it

Float like a balloon peazo' bobo because the wolf already eats you

I already deformed your brain, I don't celebrate or I'm glad

That I was the writer of this song in the situation

That your blue-green blood already is, if you find out

You neither believe, nor see, when you snort coke

Dodgy turn up your cultural intellect

Or increase the capacity of your sexual apparatus

I eat fruits, drink juices, do weights

I don't consume things like that and I always get very bored

I fight every day to overcome temptation

Of not being trampled by pasti-drugging;

You would like more, that I am only tempted by the host

Verifier and is always a winner

I know how to tell time in the dark

Your musical moves are all rubbish

Bacaladas, null fifteen-year-old girls that you yourself have dragged

With pills your brain has totally overridden

But for the revelry all night you have endured

Fleet, that's the job

Smoke it, prick it, snort it, eat it

Smoke it, prick it, snort it, drink it

bite me like you're a dog

I'm so hard like an iron

The door to get out has already been closed

The non-stop night of pastinómano marchuti

As I See You Soon: Heroin Addict

I saw the mark of doom, personality is missing

Because everything has been consummated with a lot of ingenuity

The worst of the worst is now the best of the best

Thanks to the government your problems are now like flowers

That will help your head to be more broken

Enjoy when you can, well float

Smoke it, prick it, snort it, eat it

Smoke it, prick it, snort it, drink it

Without lights, let yourself be carried away by instinct

Similar is not the same, and already at night it is different

Related to Satan the dark is not to be

Dark is the idea, introduce yourself and you can read it

Enveloping, feel it like a fetus in a womb

Not macho, uncertain, liar is that he already lies

Not therefore dark is the idea whoever it is

Ugly or atheist believe me, since I want to be seen dark

Philosopher like Socrates, like KRS, Frank T is

And you will let them in and wipe their feet

Not for the fact of entering a holy place

But as a bit severe punishment for underestimating my singing

I set aside, no, no, let's not talk about setting aside or removing

They will come in here and if they don't like it they will leave

Tomorrow the sun will rise and you will continue in the dark

Being addicted to a drug, be it soft or hard

Since I am not the one to say what you have to do

Yourself whatever you want to prick yourself or drink

Of course, do not splash, put yourself up to the boots

I'm fine like this, you to your roll, so float

Smoke it, prick it, snort it, eat it

Smoke it, prick it, snort it, drink it