This Mexican (american) Life

[Intro]
I would like to
Welcome everybody to
Another episode of
A man and his plants

[Hook]
Strike up the band (Yeah)
Smack up your man (Yeah)
Stack up the bands, all glory to God (God?)
All glory to me (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain't Chance, a man and his plants
Corduroy pants
Now I'm so grown
I was so sick of American livin', I pack up my shit, disappear and I'm gone

[Verse]
I assassin down that avenue, thinkin' revenue
Fingernails filthy from that cocaine residue
Who am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to do?
If you came up in that murder murder, you would feel me too
Bulletproof vest when I ride (Ride)
Long dark hair, brown eyes (Eyes)
And the bullshit I survived
Made me so cold inside
So I turn up the heat and start bustin'
A Pisces, I'm sent to the thuggin' (Yeah)
And you can't back up all the shit that you talk
But I can, you bitches not nothin', yeah
So bring in the horns, the Devil reborn
I was broken and torn, in love with the porn
In love with the flesh, I look good in the mesh
And leather and lace, groove with the murderin' pace
Ending the early debates like Future who movin' the bass
Smokin' these crates, I did it with gentleman's grace
Give me the space to grow
Lettin' you know that I'm in the zone
Oh, you stackin' some bread like it's Jenga?
Now I'm a latin pop singer (Yeah)
My girl and my attitude meaner, huh
Had to switch up my demeanor, two facin' like Harvey Dent
You bent out of shape, I came out the gate with a rage
All I be seein' these days, I've psychiced empires with blood on their hands and their fangs, look
If you - think you - drainin' - me of - energy, you not
I got - silver - bullets - loaded - up
Every - liquid - shot, yeah
Windows so big in my crib, my hope feel like a solar flare
My aura beams are gold, I swear, stashed the drugs in tupperware
Dancin' in the underwear, then bowin' some reggaeton
Used to drink the wine alone in my solitary zone
No Nirvana, a latin americana, got a thing for speaking spanglish, pero no entiendes nada
Why even bother? Communication just killed us now
They used to sleep on us, but oh, they feel us now

[Bridge]
I need to feel you now
Need to feel you now
Need to feel you now

[Hook]
Strike up the band (Yeah)
Smack up your man (Yeah)
Stack up the bands, all glory to God (God?)
All glory to me (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain't Chance, a man and his plants
Corduroy pants
Now I'm so grown
I was so sick of American livin', I pack up my shit, just appear and I'm gone

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