I'm so high, You so high,
I'll be gettin money until the day that I die.
The world doesn't know what I'm looking for in my silence,
Understanding is not playing Hiding with the devil in hell,
There are no bills that calm my talent,
Spring will return as long as there is still a winter.
I have spent my life fleeing from your hatred,
br/>so that your resentment leads us to the peace we deserve.
I don't play like the favorites play,
Inventing a life to camouflage that I need you,
No matter how much the tree will float for 40 years,
inside the river it will never become a crocodile,
If there are people like you I will not die peacefully,
They call me brother but I am a son unique in my style.
I understood what regret was
when the love I owed was faked by putting flowers in the niche,
I have spent my life seeking peace with a murderer,
In my loneliness the silences hurt me and not the screams,
Honey, we wouldn't even have our graves in common
even if we had both been shot during the Franco regime.
The sad thing is May your past have an ego and live in a labyrinth,
I remember you to heal myself on Sunday.
I feel like a mosquito in the middle of a hurricane,
When we fight harder It is when the enemy is the truth,
The bills have confessed to me, they have told me,
that they are tired of their existence being the price to pay.
For the freedom that we have given them giving to ambition,
for the betrayal that we made ourselves as humanity.
Since then the city has been infected with society,
That is why the bills prescribed me to plant an olive tree,
br/>I am at home but I am not the one they are looking for,
The worst fields, the best Puskás nominees,
Even though I grew up deep in the Serengeti,
Life me It's gotten colder than the Yeti's eggs, Chesy!
I'm so high, You so high,
I'll be gettin money until the day that I die.
Brother, I love this shit much more than you,
Your robotic style they call me Master Luke,
My lines are the tropics, this planet in a loop,
Take off the blindfold bitch, I've I learned from the South,
Instead of putting sandwiches in our hands for pieces of bread,
We had to go together for Bisbal's cash,
But, they want my blood, sink my company,
Because you don't hate the king of the castle but the buddy who progresses,
And I understand it on this day, on these dates,
Because this world does not raise you, it harvests you,
Condemning you to get high to escape the tedium,
In the houses the air freshener smells like the cemetery pine,
That's right! Do you remember when we had a good time?
That's right! When this was just a game!
When you hide behind your army of fans to feed your ego,
Think that Charles Manson also writes to the bag.
You are afraid: afraid of what people will say, afraid of going backwards, afraid of confessing, afraid of actually being happy, afraid of rhyming about something today; />nothing more timeless than the crochet that Rajoy ate.
I am not a young man, I bring up many topics,
And I am not always right brother, but at least I fight,
Yes condense each bar into one rap a year,
I would come back as a myth but I'm a mutt.
Look cousin, I don't mind if you like my music,
Tarantino doesn't mind if Do you like the last one.
My ego is just awakened like the face ?
It comes out even with eyes closed, like the ?? who gets lost,
The years that you have I have been spitting on tracks,
And I will continue with my obvious phrases day after day,
To rescue yours from the prison of pedantry.
I'm so high, You so high,
I'll be gettin money until the day that I die.