Fab – Herbicida Lyrics
Artist: Fab
Song: Herbicida
¿Dónde estabas cuando me moría de pena?
Oh mi reina
Ojos verdes, piel morena en la cuerda floja
Si caigo que tenga cuidado la arena
No soy matemático pero tengo problemas
Tu, resuélvelos o vete
Estoy lleno de nervios como un mal filete
Yo quería jugar en su cama y me trato como un juguete
De los que son puntiagudos y dan gusto si se meten
Borracho en tu casa gritándote ¡Corre ven!
Tu pasando de mi, yo volviendo a beber
Quiero volver a ayer…
Borrachos en tu casa tu gritando ¡Córrete!
“Que pena das escribiendo siempre a pibas”
Vale, yo intentado escribir sobre cosas vacías
De esas que tu escuchas y lo flipas
Pero no me sale, no me sale ser un mierda como al que tu admiras
Mas que raperos son cuenta mentiras
Niñatos de papas sin fundamentos en la vida
Antes me comían la polla ahora tienen repros no me miran
Con cuarenta a ver cuantos de ahora te admiran
Yo sigo soñando con ser libre
Con castigar a este alma homicida
Tu saliva en mi pasto verde sirve de herbicida
Tiene con dos pinzas al barranco colgando mi vida
Volvemos como siempre, a lo de siempre
Porque el hombre vive de rutinas da igual lo que siembre
Es temporal, llegara y a la mierda todo
Mi flor de loto pobre escuálida aguanta diciembres
Mírame, miénteme, dime que quieres
¿Tu quien te crees si la carne es vulnerable?
Maldito cáncer, cada día somos mas débiles
La quimio no cura, da dinero a esos imbéciles
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Herbicida Lyrics – English Translation
Where were you when I was dying?
Oh my queen
Green eyes, brunette skin on tightrope
If I fall to be careful the sand
I’m not mathematical but I have problems
You, resound them or go
I’m full of nerves like a bad steak
I wanted to play in her bed and I treat me like a toy
Of those who are pointed and give pleasure if they get
Drunk in your house Shouting you Run!
Your passing from me, I drinking again
I want to go back to yesterday…
Drunk in your house, you screaming CORRETE!
“What a pity you always writing to Pibas”
Okay, I tried to write about empty things
Of those that you listen to and flip them
But it does not come out, I do not get a sh#t like that you admire
More than rappers are a lies
Nurses of potatoes without foundations in life
Before they ate my c#ck now they have reprosions do not look at me
With forty to see how many of now they admire you
I’m still dreaming of being free
With punishing this homicidal soul
Your saliva in my green pasture serves as herbicide
It has two tweezers to the ravine hanging my life
We return as always, to the usual
Because the man lives routines does not matter what they integrated
It’s temporary, I’ll get and f#ck everything
My Esqualid Poor Lotus Flower Holds Species
Look at me, mean me, tell me you want
Who do you believe if the meat is vulnerable?
Damn cancer, every day we are weaker
Chemium does not cure, gives money to those imbeciles
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Fab Lyrics – Herbicida
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From the album:
Son of a Pimp, Pt. 2 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2016