The barrio starts two streets over

Miguel, he's a friend of mine

With brick weed built a reputation

Like dry ice in the summertime

Now all you need is an electric razor

A magic bullet and a grassy knoll

The whole world is just a little oyster

To Snow White and her poison apples

I woke up in the age of wires

I fell asleep at the dusk of man

Now I'm cold as Popocatépetl

Fingers crossed in the promised land

But you won't be getting in (you know by now)

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

All souled out in heaven

The barrio starts two streets over

Monse, she's a friend of mine

Keeps it peace like a whistleblower

Flying kites in the wintertime

Magic carpet is the transportation

Went to the moon in a soda can

Not all my boys believe in science

Stretching truth in the promised land

But you won't be getting in (you know by now)

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

It's souled out in heaven

Chorus again, or another one? Another one

El Popocatépetl esta dormido pero pronto despertara

You know by now

You know by now

You know by now

But you won't be getting in (you know by now)

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

It's souled out, in heaven

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

No, you won't be getting in (you know by now)

To heaven

To heaven (you know by now)

To heaven (you know by now)

(You know by now)

To heaven