A Fuego Lento

Yeh, yeh
Bad singers, sons of bitches
MDB
This is not music, it's drugs

Yeh
In absolute solitude
I enjoy the silence until there's no more left
I can't decipher it
Maybe paradise will never find us

I get lost in your lament
The darkness that speaks to me and claims me slowly
So chronic is my suffering
At least I know my pain won't fade with time

With you will be my downfall
I return to the neighborhood and they wait for me with food
I could lie to you, my life
Although inside my soul would no longer serve

I rise again
I'm so tired, but I don't want to sleep
I write it again
MDB is the crew, with my crew I will die

Bad singers, sons of bitches
Feeling
Ah, hey

I cook my best piece slowly
My feelings connect by nature
It's true shit, we come out with total simplicity
And wherever we are, daddy, we always celebrate

We are the cause of your daily shot
The neighborhood understands our sorrows and our joy
Holy family, I know you wouldn't understand
If they try to compare their good life with mine

I didn't become part of the discussion
Street problems are faced with more passion
My blood MDB, I'm a street fighter at heart
I have the aim to hit you in the alley

From behind the curtain, watching all the movement
How can I not be awake with what I represent?
Almost everything I think is always taken by the wind
But with what I have, I leave the neighborhood happy

(Yeah)
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeh

My condition is becoming alarming
I want a moment, to make you mine again
What I stained in all that shit before
I keep going, getting lost in cold nights

My condition is becoming alarming
I want a moment, to make you mine again
What I stained in all that shit before
I keep going, getting lost in cold nights

Bad singers, son of a bitch
MDB
This is not music, it's drugs
Grey Music Family
Okay