ODE Songtext
von thom archi

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ya de na′ me arrepiento, el agobio es constante
Pero las ganas también
El amor en el odio, lo tiro en el folio
Tiro los dados por quién?
4 lessons, 4 seasons
Me visteis de vuelta en el game
4 questions, 4 reasons
Esta vez no me vuelvo a caer

Hey
If you really wanna stay I can't force you
If you really wanna stay in the mud

Se siente ilógico, el estúpido se quedó afónico
Te lo tiro pensando estratégico
Yo proyecto la imagen muy nítida
Es normal que me sienta el único
Si me siento con gente con método
Aquí solo quedan los que no tienen vértigo


Rodeado de mi sangre me siento un demonio
Mi cuerpo lo sabe ya siente el exfolio
Se les hizo muy tarde es para mí el podio
Mejor ya no lo intenten
Espero que dejen de preguntarme lo obvio

We′re looking for job offers online
Been on the same shit since 19
We left shit behind
I'll be on the same shit 'til I die
Now I got job offers passing by
Got a call from my mum, she asked me to try
I put in the work, they wanna know why
I′m missing the cash, I′m not gonna lie
We trying to dash up while we at are best
We need to get shit off our chest
We too obsessed
You never would have guessed
All my babies well dressed
Storm shit on my head and my vest
Even though shit stressed me I owe it all to the west


When the suns up, lights out
'Til it′s pitch black
Fuck up on your nights out
Like it's witchcraft
Goth girl with her ass out
I heard she wanna be friends
Through up and we pass out and then we go do it again

No thumbs up, we on SoundCloud
Double cup with the grass out
Don′t give a shit if I changed
The shit that I'm doing today
Is the same shit I would do in my teen years
When I was running away
When I was running away
When I was running away
When I was, yeah
When I was
When I was running away

Hey
If you really wanna stay I can′t force you
If you really wanna stay in the mud
If you really wanna stay in the mud
Hey

If you really wanna stay in the mud
You gonna stay dirty as fuck
Curvy my wife, like a race lap
You worrying 'bout sugar
Diabetes, you could die in a Mercedes
James Dean crazy, fine young ladies
But I'm chosen, curve ′em
Leave ′em looking like I'm swazy
Not ′bout to get your man with the basy
Nah, just kidding
I'm lazy

I would love if I could trust you but you breaking my heart
But by myself I′m not able, I need help from the lord
To get away, find the way, take some peace from my heart
I got a lot of issues, baby
You don't wanna be a part

We′re looking for job offers online
Been on the same shit since 19
We left shit behind
I'll be on the same shit til I die
Now I got job offers passing by
Got a call from my mum, she asked me to try
I put in the work, they wanna know why
I'm missing the cash, I′m not gonna lie

When the suns up, lights out
′Til it's pitch black
Fuck up on your nights out
Like it′s witchcraft

Don't give a shit if I changed
The shit that I′m doing today
Is the same shit I would do in my teen years
When I was running away