MI VIDA LOKA

From the big corridos we bring live with the Bandona
Another trip
Just so you can go and say
And it goes all the way to Cuauhtémoc, Chihuahua
The big state, my old man
And if not, check the map
Come on, let’s go, my dad

Says
Everything's still the same, I'm still living my crazy life
I remember the first hit and our first line of coke
I can't help but picture you in the crowd
Singing the corridos and dancing with the girls
You left, bro, and left me with the mess
After that night, I don’t go out without backup

The street races, the hangouts with the girls
And the next day, one to clean up to go patrol
For the fights, you never backed down, and in the armored cars with the horn, you’d hit it hard
You weren’t afraid to work
I know you probably didn’t see it coming, 'cause you only had the Super
And you couldn’t escape the guys in helmets

Uh!
And just like that, my old man
And this one’s for all the fallen, my dad
Up to heaven and take a hit and a drink, fuck it, old man
Uh!

At your funeral, I did bring the band
I downed the Buchanan's and got wasted
Everything's still the same, I lit another candle for you
A dry hit and poured a drink in your memory

The street races, the hangouts with the girls
And the next day, one to clean up to go patrol
For the fights, you never backed down, and in the armored cars with the horn, you’d hit it hard
You weren’t afraid to work
I know you probably didn’t see it coming, 'cause you only had the Super
And you couldn’t escape the guys in helmets

Uh!
And just like that, like a bone, my dad
So they know what the cart brings, son of a bitch