Lyrics La Gran Mentira - Newcomer

I'm high as a kite
As I soar through
Vanilla skies

She's like sexy autumn weather
Her eyes gaze up
& The leaves fall upon us
La gran mentira
La gran mentira

Don't talk to me
I'm chopped, chop, chopped cheese
Pop these prophets & it's prophecies
I walk through a forest with a gallon of gas & that's just how I think
Fast, I pass by as I
You slit through me
Whether the weather comes
To bleed raindrops on me