Demonios y Bares de Viejos (part Natos y Waor)

Go fuck yourself
Costa, nigga, the Immortal, Sons of Ruin
I collaborate with whoever I feel like
Not with who you want, not for money (shut up, bitch, shut up)
Just for heart, you understand? Bitch! (shut up)
This is Madrid (blah, blah)
Sons of Ruin
Sons of Ruin
Sons of Ruin
Natos and Waor with Costa, bitch (Madrid)
Rot in hell

Last night I drank until I burst, today I feel nothing
Another song, another bottle, another face covered in cum
If the street is shouting at me, another stab
And if I go too hard, I'll leave you marked
Sex, alcohol, and some failure in my repertoire
Old bars, holy water, some demon (always)
The crater of a volcano, sulfur (yes), the bedroom
Muscle relaxant, you can call me insomnia
I ask for sex and you get upset, I walk in slippers
Negrita, Jagger, and Diazepam, I look and you jump (you)
You always make a maze out of simple things (very simple)
I heal wounds with salt and tequila always
In war and love, I'm always honest (always)
I smoke pure, fuck hard, and live recklessly (full throttle)
I drive well fucked, I go full throttle (yes)
Costa with Natos and Waor, you can hate us now

Yeah, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Yeah, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Bitch, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Costa, the Immortal; Costa, Natos and Waor
Oh, hey, Sons of Ruin
Yeah, yes, Sons of Ruin
Yes, yes, Sons of Ruin
Costa, the Immortal; bitch, whore, beast, Costa

Tick-tock, I forgot to love
Forgot what I did yesterday, forgot my first time
It must have been something we didn't do right
And since then, same old story, I'm stuck in a loop
And you? Don't give me that talk (blah, blah)
I'm polishing tickets at the bar, my salary spent on Cacique (cheers)
Either you come or you leave, but don't make it complicated (no)
Block swagger, playing hard to get
Above average, under your stockings
I bust my ass when things get serious (what?)
Sons of a bitch ruin, beast
Mixing tears with laughter, tragicomedy
Bottles of rum in the perimeter
I either take the metro or I blow the breathalyzer (damn)
A thousand crazy sunrises in my resume
Today between you and me, my inches

Yeah, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Yeah, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Bitch, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Costa, the Immortal; Costa, Natos and Waor
Oh, hey, Sons of Ruin
Yeah, yes, Sons of Ruin
Yes, yes, Sons of Ruin
Costa, the Immortal; bitch, whore, beast, Costa

My message, subliminal
Friends in hell just in case
Final judgment, deadly sin
Black hole, mental lagoon
I invest in spirit more than in material (yes)
Just business, nothing personal
Yours is a cut, mine is original
I draw the silver well, better the diagonal
Kick like Van Damme, strategy like Van Gaal
We ride in the car with drugs and Brugal
I enter the club, drunk, in tracksuit
With a blind guy even blinder than Ray Charles and maybe more (damn)
I do rap, live rock, put tequila and salt (pa, pa)
I vomit out the hostel window, how about that?
I learned to be well by being bad
Seven in the morning shopping at the hospital

Yeah, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Yeah, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Bitch, yeah, Sons of Ruin
Costa, the Immortal; Costa, Natos and Waor
Oh, hey, Sons of Ruin
Yeah, yes, Sons of Ruin
Yes, yes, Sons of Ruin
Costa, the Immortal; bitch, whore, beast, Costa