Mi Havaianas On Fire

Woke up in the morning trippin' the bodega Can't find my shoes at the bottom of my leg, aaah Burning havaianas diablo on the chase He don't understand, yo no hablo ingles Looked into the closet only one old Puma Through the dirty laundry tossed about the room, aaah Yelled Jes'us a half a pair he send me I said "why one?" call diablo very friendly Diablo said to me now don't be a liar A flippy for your foot your soul to the fire Now a pack of cigarettes from the trip to the bodega Egg on a roll a quarter for the beggar Hot cup of java a soul for the devil Skipping it this time cause your not on the level Back into the bed and tossed the havaiana Rolled a big joint made of marijuana Havaianas..on fire Start a little trippin' about my diversion Up too early out on my excursion Mi havaianas are on fire, diablo in my face He don't understand yo no hablo ingles Mi havaianas are on fire cause I'm running from diablo Devil say to me "yo no hablo ingles?" Mi havaianas are on fire, running from the devil Made a bad deal now I'm running from diablo