I will follow you if you tell me how to add songs, IDK how. Which is why I remixed this. What else can i do ? : I just made something unexpected Something sharp, something new It's not symmetrical or perfect But it's beautiful and it's mine What else can I do? Bring it in, bring it in Good talk, bring it in, bring it in (what else can I do?) Let's walk, bring it in, bring it in Free hugs, bring it in, bring it in I grow rows and rows of roses Flor de mayo, by the mile I make perfect, practiced poses So much hides behind my smile What could I do if I just grew what I was feelin' in the moment? (Do you know where you're going? Whoa) What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be perfect? It just needed to be? And they'd let me be? A hurricane of jacarandas Strangling figs (big), hanging vines (this is fine) Palma de cera fills the air as I climb And I push through What else can I do? Can I deliver us a river of sundew? Careful, it's carnivorous, a little just won't do I wanna feel the shiver of something new I'm so sick of pretty, I want something true, don't you? You just seem like your life's been a dream (whoa) Since the moment you opened your eyes (How far do these roots go down?) All I know are the blossoms you grow (whoa) But it's awesome to see how you rise How far can I rise? Through the roof, to the skies Let's go A hurricane of jacarandas (woo) Strangling figs (go), hanging vines (grow) Palma de cera fills the air as I climb And I push through What else, what else? What can you do when you are deeply, madly, truly in the moment? (Seize the moment, keep goin') What can you do when you know who you wanna be is imperfect? But I'll still be okay Hey, everybody clear the way, woo I'm comin' through with tabebuia (she's comin' through with that boo-yeah) Making waves (making waves), changing minds (you've changed mine) The way is clearer 'cause you're here, and well I owe this all to you What else can I do? (Show 'em what you can do) What else can I do? (There's nothing you can't do) What else can I do?
We don't talk about bruno: We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We don't talk about Bruno... but It was my wedding day It was our wedding day We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky No clouds allowed in the sky Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin- Thunder!! You telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on Bruno says, "It looks like rain" Why did he tell us? In doing so, he floods my brain Abuela, get the umbrellas Married in a hurricane What a joyous day... but anyway We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! We don't talk about Bruno! Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling I associate him with the sound of falling sand, ch-ch-ch It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling Always left Abuela and the family fumbling Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand Do you understand? A seven-foot frame Rats along his back When he calls your name It all fades to black Yeah, he sees your dreams And feasts on your screams (hey!) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no! (We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no!) We don't talk about Bruno (we don't talk about Bruno!) He told me my fish would die The next day: dead! (No, no!) He told me I'd grow a gut! And just like he said... (no, no!) He said that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head (no, no! Hey!) Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read! He told me that the life of my dreams would be promised, and someday be mine He told me that my power would grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine Óye, Mariano's on his way He told me that the man of my dreams would be just out of reach Betrothed to another It's like I hear him now Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you (it's like I can hear him now) I can hear him now Um, Bruno... Yeah, about that Bruno... I really need to know about Bruno... Gimmie the truth and the whole truth, Bruno (Isabella, your boyfriend's here) Time for dinner! A seven-foot frame (it was my wedding day, it was our wedding day) Rats along his back (we were getting ready) When he calls your name (and there wasn't a cloud in the sky) It all fades to black (no clouds allowed in the sky!) Yeah, he sees your dreams (Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin-) And feasts on your screams (thunder!) You telling this story, or am I? I'm sorry, mi vida, go on (óye, Mariano's on his way) Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (a seven-foot frame, rats along his back) In doing so, he floods my brain Married in a hurricane He's here! Don't talk about Bruno, no! (Why did I talk about Bruno?) Not a word about Bruno I never should've brought up Bruno! Surface Pressure: 'm the strong one, I'm not nervous I'm as tough as the crust of the earth is I move mountains, I move churches And I glow 'cause I know what my worth is I don't ask how hard the work is Got a rough indestructible surface Diamonds and platinum, I find 'em, I flatten 'em I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanding But Under the surface I feel berserk as a tightrope walker in a three-ring circus Under the surface Was Hercules ever like "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cerberus"? Under the surface I'm pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service A flaw or a crack The straw in the stack That breaks the camel's back What breaks the camel's back it's Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'till you just go pop, whoa Give it to your sister, your sister's older Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder Who am I if I can't run with the ball? If I fall to Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa Give it to your sister, your sister's stronger See if she can hang on a little longer Who am I if I can't carry it all? If I falter Under the surface I hide my nerves, and it worsens, I worry something is gonna hurt us Under the surface The ship doesn't swerve as it heard how big the iceberg is Under the surface I think about my purpose, can I somehow preserve this? Line up the dominoes A light wind blows You try to stop it tumbling But on and on it goes But wait If I could shake the crushing weight of expectations Would that free some room up for joy Or relaxation, or simple pleasure? Instead we measure this growing pressure Keeps growing, keep going 'Cause all we know is Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh Give it to your sister, it doesn't hurt And see if she can handle every family burden Watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks No mistakes just Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa Give it to your sister and never wonder If the same pressure would've pulled you under Who am I if I don't have what it takes? No cracks, no breaks No mistakes, no pressure
