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 Popocatpetl 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 Popocatpetl 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