Carta a Dios

And the higher I go, the less oxygen I feel
Fake love all around
Look how I dodge it
They envy me

But it's never reciprocal
They don't serve us, like an antigen test
If we did something wrong, Father God, correct us
The ball is in your court, please guide us

The devil wanted my soul and I told him: No
That only belongs to God
Until the day it's my turn to say: Goodbye
I prayed every night and it happened

And I always knew that everything was possible
Even though at first no one believed me
I took flight, but never crashed
Jesus Christ as the pilot didn't fail

I'm high, nigga, it's impossible to bring me down
Fighting with my demons, I hit them with an RKO
All my haters faded away like LMFAO
I feel like Kobe playing in the playoffs
This year no one has worked harder than me
(No one has worked harder than me)

I miss those days
Those days when I had no problems
And in my mind like a thousand worries
I worry about how my life would be

If I let myself be carried away by the depressions
The cone, quickly I call the cone
And right away it puts me as it should
I'm not going to give explanations to anyone

I miss those days
Those days when I had no problems
And in my mind like a thousand worries
I worry about how my life would be

If I let myself be carried away by the depressions
The cone, quickly I call the cone
And right away it puts me as it should
I'm not going to give explanations to anyone