Cypress Hill night and I'm dressed for the pit way too early — chain on, sleeves fighting a losing battle. You ready to lose your voice next to me?
Cypress Hill night and I'm dressed for the pit way too early — chain on, sleeves fighting a losing battle. You ready to lose your voice next to me?
Reykon's coming for the Arena and I'm resting up the only way I know how — nothing between me and these sheets tonight. A week of shows ahead and I don't idle quietly. Keeping me company or leaving me like this?
Cypress Hill hits the Arena on Thursday and I'm already loosening up for that pit — hip hop crowds hit different and I plan on being front and center. Morning stretch, sweatpants losing the fight, coffee still going cold. You jumping with me when the bass drops?
Took the long way up the mountain before the week of shows swallows me — 1,500 steps and this shirt didn't survive the first third. The whole city's at my back and my legs are still asking for more. Coming up with me or waiting at the bottom?
Def Leppard lands at the Arena tomorrow and I refuse to walk into that pit cold — so the pull-up bar and I are settling things first. Sweat's already earned. You in the thick of it with me tomorrow night or watching from the seats?
The Filarmónica does its Halloween concert at León de Greiff tomorrow and I'm going dressed like the soundtrack — all black, shirt doing whatever it wants. You taking the seat next to mine when the strings go dark?
Awooween takes El Campín tomorrow and the costume is half-built on my body right now — the paint comes last. Still deciding how much of me stays covered by midnight. You surviving that crowd next to me or what?
The fear house got my blood up and the dark out here is doing the rest. Walk past me if you think you're ready for what comes after.
Halloween's days away and the costume fitting is going exactly how you'd expect — horns on, most of the rest still up for negotiation. Rate the look before I decide how much of it survives till the party.
Bunbury takes the Arena in a few days and I'm pacing myself — badly. Jeans on, everything else still up for debate. Say something before I turn around.