This is a song about "The verb estar"

Still the man with the pan

Money long from here to japan

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Here's the answer and the antidote:

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

The dope the rhyme wizard

Gotta work - slight work

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

We can play pretend that love's a verb