Deuna

I'm not going to tell you about our life, it's not worth it
El Flaco and I, at 7 years old, making dinner
I don't want to remember it, brother, because it burns me
Our life was shit, a kiss to my grandmother

Cheating on that woman so she wouldn't suffer
On earth she was a saint, in heaven she waits for me
We didn't have dreams, we had problems
As my life was very bad, my bitches are good

I don't count the days, I count the coins
God loves you, brother, but in his own way
A Bible and a pipe in the glove compartment
I won't separate from my brother until I die

The psychiatrists told me: Paint whatever you want
I wrote 'help' and covered it with palm trees
I never had luck, never touched wood
My destiny is already written, burning in the fire

Or watering my blood in the bathtub
Even if they're made of gold, I don't want chains
Since I love you, I serve my sentence
You're the devil disguised as a good girl

I don't have money for the apartment or an Audi A4
I throw her on the floor like that and fuck her from behind
Why fuck with one when I can fuck four
I entertain myself making paper planes with an A4 sheet

My face hurts, brother, from being so handsome
And the other one hurts now for being a snitch
I have the face of a good guy just like Chapo
I don't have to give names, I silence them

I'm content with 5 stars now I sleep in hotels
Kinder Malo, Fashion Week, parades at Cibeles
I talk to my exes, I hold no grudges
They wish me death and I send them flowers

My enemies and us are the best
Even if we have to kill each other, it's a love curse
They threaten me and all that but I live without fear
I'll die at the hands of a fan like John Lennon