A washed rose that activates my wings
Dilated pupils, in my heart there’s nothing
I stay awake
But my body feels deeply asleep
Among drugs and guns, chasing the stacks
And we evade the cops, guarded by death
The fakes from afar
The picture is complete
I’m in the bad, the horn is my ally
We gamble our lives, it’s a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don’t be surprised if they see me caught
And a Super that carries the devil in its grips
The deltas guard me like a shadow by my side
I’m all plotted out, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh!
And that’s how his buddy Gabito sounds, man
What’s up, bro?
Pure Sonora, buddy Adriel
That’s it, man
Hahaha
Oh, fuck!
Customized Beetle, frozen grips
I fear nothing, I leap without thinking
I know how to move in silence
Time is counted for me
Fame and frog skins, they move in the art
This life is borrowed and I owe it nothing
I enjoy the moments
I don’t live off memories
I’m in the bad, the horn is my ally
We gamble our lives, it’s a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don’t be surprised if they see me caught
And a Super that carries the devil in its grips
The deltas guard me like a shadow by my side
I’m all plotted out, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh