Buenas Tardes Swagger

Buenas tardes ahí pues,

para que quede bien...

Words, words, words, words,

of words, word, Word of words,

word; words, words, words,

word. All the voices I hear are nothing but just words,

Scattering away like a frightened flock of birds.

All the voices that you bring say nothing but a bunch of

words, Fractions of a system where the static gets deterred.

Dr. Bianca checks the speed,

the momentum's holding strong,

We are writing out our freedom in the middle of a song.

I don’t understand words,

words are hard for me.

I’m sorry if I ever say the wrong thing to the key.

But your words probably have already made me cry,

Underneath the radar where the digital meanings fly.

It's hard for me to choose my words now,

even though they used to like my words,

Caught inside a glitch where everything is blurred.

LUCIR, WE SHINE, WHEN THE LANGUAGE LOSES WEIGHT!

RUNNING DOWN THE HIGHWAY,

WE ESCAPE THE HEAVY SLATE!

100% TIGUIDOU, THE SPANISH STRUMS ACCELERATE!

GHOST IN THE PINK,

THE HYPER-POP ESTATE! I remain untouched and sovereign,

let the vocal echoes break,

C'est le cataclysme sonore,

the masterpiece we make!

Every word is word,

and words of words are word,

Take it as my word that my words are not my word.

They're just somebody else's,

echoing around, Things I thought were nice until they hit the heavy

ground. Words are more complex than just a simple string of text,

And I don't have the words to name what's coming next.

Everyone seems so chill with how they shape and bend their phrase,

I wonder if they worry how their words get framed and dazed.

Buenas tardes ahí pues...

Word of words... Words,

words, words, words.

Everyone seems so chill with their words.

I wonder if they worry how they words are word.

Para que quede bien!

The music is already winning!

u...

we

fly.

a... we

burn. i/e...

we shine

beyond the static. meow.