Letra de Santero

J Soma -- hipster and a hoodrat
Thought I told you, all cherry on the wood dash
Like -- girl, let me get up in them yoga pants
Fifth of Havana Club, I think I'll give the ho a chance
(Man) I got some fire weed on me
Since my last shit, I'm smoking fire weed only
Mojito got some blanca in it, but I wouldn't notice --
If she hadn't brought it up after we both already chose it
I'm thinking, Joseph Campbell over bitches
Some of that younger talk ain't different with older bitches
And now I'm rolling in some stitches
Got me laughing at the game while I'm blowing the paper riches
One time for that girl on the left
With the rum and coke buzz in the yellow sundress, boo
(Damn) Would you come here for just a minute?
Tryna take you to the beach and run through it like a finish
(Wow) That was kind of brash, Soma
Now you're cracking bottles and bending that ass over?
What can I say? -- I get mine
Too real of a story for a ten-minute set time
So would you let my little fucking bit of limelight shine?
Mad you forgot shit and that I highlight mine?
Got some trees on me, no cedars or fir pines
Backwoods on the plane, I'm talking some high times
And I just lit my ninth dime up
Ain't ever moved a brick, but I'm cooking some fine rhymes up
I'm weird, but I'm worth a listen
Even hungry I shit on the competition
(Babylon)