Orula Lyrics – Victor Mendivil (English Translation)

[Intro]
I-I-It’s WICKED OUTSIDE

[Chorus]
I don’t have the Back to the Future calendar
But when it comes to making a name for myself on the list, I’m the toughest
They’re not made of porcelain, nor do I wear a crucifix
That’s why the devil helps me choose everything I choose
The mule’s foot prescribes thoughts for me
I’m number one, it was by the hand of Orula
Satan helps me a lot, I think you’ve noticed
That’s why at the end of the month I buy a house and quit the rent

[Verse 1]
If you see me kill a priest one day, it’s because it was already planned
And I record it and upload it to Reddit with his photos on the side
It’s just that I have a condition where money makes me smell it
And may God forgive me, but the devil made me do it
Consultations and shady deals with beings from another galaxy
Fulfilling the prophecies that don’t understand your ignorance
Presidents, bad guys, newspapers send me gifts
And I’m giving an interview, going crazy with Jimmy Fallon
Te-te-te-Hebrew texts that reveal secrets you can’t imagine
Trips in which you die and return with another life
I sing what I want, not what the record label omits
On the hill meditating with Jacobo and Pachita
In the living room of my house is the sword of Damocles
The third eye opens my mind and don’t focus on the bad
I’m living with monsters, like those of Team Rocket
Plants from the Garden of Eden are the ones I forge in my touch

[Chorus]
I don’t have the Back to the Future calendar
But to make a fair on the list I’m the toughest
They’re not made of porcelain nor do I wear a crucifix
That’s why the devil helps me choose everything I choose
The mule’s hoof prescribes me thoughts
I’m number one, it was by the hand of Orula
Satan helps me a lot, I think you’ve noticed
That’s why at the end of the month I’m buying a house and leaving the Rent

[Verse 2]
In Peru, among the mountains in Pakkos, I use a clicka
Drinking ayahuasca to the brim in an Inca glass
They sell simulations, not the illusions they fabricate for them
I have demons and saints who jump in good times and bad
If you see that I’m dissociated, it’s because of the acid of grace
And now you’ll see me speaking in the style of Brian Tracy
My third eye is still awake, similar to Tien Shin Han
There I’ll pass you messages when I’m in Mictlán
I’m breaking glasses with the Tibetan singing bowl
The gypsies get scared when they read my hands
The Haitians help us to sacrifice people
We talk about so many things just with the latis
I get psychotic episodes if I take peyote
I never swear in vain, much less make promises
I already spoke with Beelzebub, and he told me a very good secret
I would tell you if you understood me, he said it in another Dialect

[Chorus]
I don’t have the Back to the Future calendar
But I’m the toughest at making the list
They’re not made of porcelain, nor do I wear a crucifix
That’s why the devil helps me choose everything I choose
The mule’s foot prescribes me thoughts
I’m number one, it was by the hand of Orula
Satan helps me a lot, I think you’ve noticed
That’s why at the end of the month I’m buying a house and giving up the rent