And now we’re good, we dress well,
We eat well and daydream,
Because now we’re made for this.
Remember when we didn’t have a dime?
We spend well, mom’s doing well, dad’s doing well,
We’re all happy, yeah-yeah,
And may they kill me if I ever lie to them (Hey, hey).
They used to tell me I only wrote sad stuff,
And now if you write happy, man, it’s because you sold out.
Keeping the crowd happy is like sleeping with your ex,
They love you when you’re down, but hate you when you’re up.
And here we are, saving to retire early,
Buying a house for mom and another for my brother,
Celebrating that we made it out of the streets,
That our stomachs hurt from diets, not from lack of money.
Life is giving what you get, it’s very simple,
And I’ve been giving everything since I turned fifteen,
Because I learned that who surrounds you is everything,
And there’s nothing sadder than making it to the top and being alone.
For the kids of Caraban and those of Aluche,
From the streets of camp to the little lake in Las Cruces,
From Vallecas to Galván where I hung out as a kid,
Running from the cops and escaping trouble,
To see us free again even when everything’s against us,
From grandma’s stew to Tagliatelle in Monza,
For the teacher who said I’d be a failure,
A kiss from my bank and another from my lawyer.
These sad eyes, only you can cheer up,
Cat-like gaze, little gypsy face,
I have to stay away even though it hurts to be better for you,
Writing to you again to say that.
And now we’re good, we dress well,
We eat well and daydream,
Because now we’re made for this.
Remember when we didn’t have a dime?
We spend well, mom’s doing well, dad’s doing well,
We’re all happy, yeah-yeah,
And may they kill me if I ever lie to them.