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I came down on a lightning bolt
Nine months in my momma's belly
When I was born the doctors screamed and shout
I had fire and brimstone coming out of my mouth
Beacause I'm Chicano
I got Chicano Power
Chicano was my name when I lived in the stars
Chicano is a planet that fucks with Mars
I got the voices of many in my throat
I got the head of a lion and the legs of a goat
Beacause I'm Chicano
I got Chicano Power
Na na na na na na na
I can make the sun fall from the sky
I take from Exuma I make the Obeah cry
Chicano Chicano Chicano
Chicano is in me
I drank the water from the firey sea
Beacause I'm Chicano
I got Chicano Power
Matthew San Martin is my given name
Born in Atzlan when my momma felt the pain
Creatures of the Earth, face me at last
I am Chicano
I got Chicano Power man
Beacause I'm Chicano
I got Chicano Power
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Tryna
04:19
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I'm tryna get rich selling pictures of my feet
I'm tryna get crucified on the corner of Cherry street
I'm tryna wash away the sins of my fellow man
I'm tryna be the reply guy to a girl with an OnlyFans
I'm tryna be your pony-boy I wanna lose all your respect
Get you from point A to B while you're sitting on my back
Sweat dripping in my eyes and I'm crying from the pain
I'm tryna lose all my friends I'm tryna feel ashamed
I'm tryna be your furniture, I wanna be your seat
I'm tryna lose all sense of time, I'm tryna pass out from the heat
I'm tryna float away, I'm tryna feel betrayed
I'm tryna drown in piss, I'm tryna misbehave
I'm tryna get rich selling pictures of my feet
I'm tryna get crucified on the corner of Cherry street
I'm tryna wash away the sins of my fellow man
I'm tryna be the reply guy to a girl with an OnlyFans
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Trader Joes
03:07
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I'm walking round at Trader Joes
I see somebody that I don't know
White lady talking on the phone
Talking bout her brand new boat
High heels and a big fur coat
Hanging around the peach-mangoes
All dressed up with nowhere to go
I'm existential at the Trader Joes
Trader Joes, Trader Joes
boat boat boat boat boat boat boat boat
I'm walking round at HEB
I look around and what do I see?
There ain't nobody who looks like me
My chest is pounding and I can't even think
Now everybody is looking at me
I start to wonder if I'm some kind of freak
Why am I plagued with these memories?
I'm existential at the HEB
HEB, HEB
boat boat boat boat boat boat boat boat
Trader Joes, Trader Joes
boat boat boat boat boat boat boat boat
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Milk & Cookies
02:56
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She feeds me milk and cookies while I'm tied up in her basement
Chips Ahoy and almond milk, my blood is on the pavement
Pleasure, pain, she use them interchangeably
Pleasure, pain, the best of my ability
She feeds me milk and cookies while I'm pinned on top of glass
Oreos and soymilk, my nose is in her ass
Pleasure, pain, she use them interchangeably
Pleasure, pain, the best of my ability
Oh wow!
She's standing over me
Standing over me
Standing over me
She's getting more milk
She's getting more milk
She's getting more milk
No!
She feeds me milk and cookies while I'm pinned on top of glass
Oreos and soymilk, my nose is in her ass
Pleasure, pain, she use them interchangeably
Pleasure, pain, the best of my ability
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Shmoobee San Antonio, Texas
Shmoobee is the nonsensical moniker behind Matthew San Martin, a experimental artist and community organizer based in San Antonio, Texas.
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