Otra Vez (feat. Tote King)

If it ain't you, what?
Mom told me: Always son, do it well
Tomorrow another landscape in the train window
Luckily, I have things to do
Another time, another time, hallelujah

If it ain't you, what?
Mom told me: Always son, do it well
Tomorrow another landscape in the train window
Luckily, I have things to do
Another time, another time, hallelujah

Another time, another time, another time, ah
Another time, another time, hallelujah
Another time, another time, another time, ah
Another time, another time, hallelujah

I don't know how I got here, it wasn't Jesus
It was luck falling in an avalanche and a bit of attitude
But I've stepped on more circles than a skater
We're not at the gym but these are protein bars (hallelujah)

You're lazy, you're not Leiva, in Pressin' Catch, the Undertaker
You say zip up, with yours open?
Save your lines for your crew, here we have machines
Give advice to your kids, here we sit as authorities (Tote)

Changing your name like
Ali won't make you paint better on canvases
Turn the page, family wars to see who was first
That end when someone discovers that only inherits cancer

Out there as usual, no surprise
Men tearing countries and heads apart
Us today partying, waiting for some crazy to destroy us
Screaming in the meantime, Hallelujah!

If it ain't you, what?
Mom told me: Always son, do it well
Tomorrow another landscape in the train window
Luckily, I have things to do
Another time, another time, hallelujah

Another time, another time, another time, ah
Another time, another time, hallelujah
Another time, another time, another time, ah
Another time, another time, hallelujah

No one messes with us when we talk about raising the hair
And condemning the racist like the cop, his knee on the ground
Floyd can't breathe but the pig doesn't let go
Son of a b*tch! There are still rappers who get wet! (hallelujah)

Protests in Mercedes, tell me who?
They are the grandchildren of Francoism, hostages of ignorance
Who want to maintain their wealth at all costs
Riding on a horse with beards and a shotgun

(Ah, Easy!) Friend of the oppressed
Get on my boat and when you get off you'll be turned into
Someone who gives chills when hitting the bag
With self-esteem up and the power of a boss

Legions of kids with their hands up
At the shows with their souls wanting to support us
Smoking their balance, waiting for the patrol not to arrive
Screaming in the meantime: Hallelujah!

If it ain't you, what?
Mom told me: Always son, do it well
Tomorrow another landscape in the train window
Luckily, I have things to do
Another time, another time, hallelujah

Another time, another time, another time, ah
Another time, another time, hallelujah
Another time, another time, another time, ah
Another time, another time, hallelujah

Ah, Easy, Tote
Another Time
Recess is over
Another time, another time, another time