El último del contrato English Translation Lyrics by Rels B
It all started in a damn dream, mansions, designer clothes
I’m a musician, not a camel, I travel across the seven seas with gold hanging around my neck
This isn’t just a one-day thing
Back when YouTube didn’t pay, when Spoti’ didn’t even exist
When singing for thirty euros was a joy
When I left home not knowing if I’d return, yeah
How many women have come and gone, how many stories have I told you
How many bastards betrayed
And bit the hand of the one who always looked out for them, yeah
I’m the one on this island and anyone who dares to argue
Mom, may God bless me
I raise my children with respect and joy
So they can continue with music and make it big one day
Heading to the party in the Ferrari or in the X6
I only show what I want and that’s what you see
Though I’ve gone through depressions, anxiety, and stress
Fame for a kid is hard to grasp
Seeing mom once a month
Or seeing everyone laugh, things that aren’t funny
Being high at every party isn’t synonymous with success
For me, it’s a disgrace
This money can buy whatever it wants, but it can’t buy another childhood
Or being fully in love, losing everything because of distance
If they don’t call me, don’t cry for me, yeah
They know about me from what others say, yeah
And then they ask, and then they screw me over, mom, I’m not a bank for everyone to rob me
Yeah, yeah
Even as times change quickly and there will be better days
I’ll always keep my girl in all my prayers
And to all my brothers, no need for mentions
With whom I traveled the world writing songs
Half of those who were here, baby, are no longer
I told them all to go to hell with their fake love
You idolize another junkie and his alley
I was born to be a star and that’s what I am now
Those checks can’t match up, mom
Freedom, I chose it and it’s my religion
All of this I created from my room
You’re just another whore from that bunch, listen
Stick with the new ones to shine, pimp
I’m still top 3 in all of Spanish music
Making close to a million per show
If you wanted to be here, well, pay attention, listen
You at thirty still saying you’re gonna make it
And here I am thinking about when I’ll retire
Wondering if I really want a kid or not
Yeah-yeah, yeah, mom
Look at my generation, of those who came out, only Pucho and I remain
Four of the others were ruined by the industry
And of the four that remained, the paper ate them up, bless
And I only thank God for this gift, my blessing
Skinny