Lejos (feat. Albany)
babi (ES)
Far Away (feat. Albany)
Ah-ah-ah (Eh-eh)
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mmm
Mm-mm, mm-mm (Mm-mm-mm-mm)
Mm-mm, mm
My little angel says 'I don't trust', says to protect my cash
If they mess with me, with a cool head I turn their issues into trash
The kids are all tasty and under the dew I get their wha
He tells me he's just a kid, that he's cried a river, to look back
And I'm always at home to keep him far away
To forget that I'm full of complexes
To leave all the sorrows in the booth
And keep making grease in the kitchen
And I'm always at home to keep him far away
To forget that I'm full of complexes
To leave all the sorrows in the booth
And keep making grease in the kitchen
Nah, I burst out laughing
The medication doesn't let me feel
They got my back, fuck wannabes
You can't sleep with guilt
It's going to kill you, you'll rest in peace
And still I can't get rid of your movie
You all calm and me like Kill Bill mode
You're going to pay for each of my crises
Yeah-eh
Yeah, eh-eh, eh-eh
Mm-mm, mm-mm (Mm-mm-mm-mm)
Mm-mm, mm
I have this depression for life, not even the wind takes it away
Anxiety attack and you didn't even say sorry
You know I'm not making it up, that I was a mom to you
I don't care what they say, I know it's not the truth
Shout-out to the people who only grew up with mom
We're the realest, no one can turn us off
And how sad to know that you don't kiss me
Between sweat and tears, I'm praying in the church
I always ask God to take care of you
I know it's a bit impossible mission
To people I'm invisible
My life is a movie
My temples burst if I think of you
I know we won't see each other again
And now I only think about money, about progressing
Baby, I want to get my family out of poverty
And there's no one left to keep the promises
We were six and now I'm alone at the table
And I'm always at home to keep him far away
To forget that I'm full of complexes
To leave all the sorrows in the booth
And keep making grease in the kitchen
And I'm always at home to keep him far away
To forget that I'm full of complexes
To leave all the sorrows in the booth
And keep making grease in the kitchen