Sueños

I feel like I'm Xxxtentacion
Throwing more punches than Tyson
I don’t look back, I just walk straight
With the new generation
Light up another blunt
We’re just chillin'
Flowing like Ty Dolla $ign
Don’t need no money
Just give me a mic and a pen
And I’m good enough to feel like an icon
They listen to you on TikTok
But I’m all about hip hop
I’m slicing necks with my tracks
Sorry, I haven’t seen yours
Better keep your mouth shut
Galactic like Isco
How do I explain it?
Since I was 12
Writing bangers
I’ve got over 30 now
If I drop it low
Even the MIDI shakes
Sold out in Mexico City
Let’s go, habibi
Filling up 3000
The lights are on me, baby
In the club like Fifty
I’m gonna die like Eazy
You weigh the drugs
I weigh my lyrics
The day I retire from hip hop
The city stops
Wow!

This hurts more than a lie
Hold your breath and sigh
I won’t let anger take me
You’re pulling the thread too much
And I warn you, it’s not stretching anymore
You don’t look at me
With those eyes that she looks with
With the gaze that she gives me
Since I came back crazier and thinner
After 2 months on tour
And spinning
My head’s spinning, it won’t stop
I go out at night escaping the day
And end up drinking until I lose it
How do I find a future
If it’s the past that keeps me grounded?
How do I lift my head
If I don’t have anyone to hold me back?
Giving it all, my dude
For the family and for the life that fills
If it doesn’t suit me, I’ll let it go
(If it doesn’t suit me, I’ll let it go)
Giving it all, my dude
For the family and for the life that fills
If it doesn’t suit me, I’ll let it go
If it doesn’t suit me, I’ll let it go

Dreams, dreams
We grew up racing against the clock
Dreams, dreams
Money couldn’t make me better
Dreams, dreams
Fame as the last drop and
We drank from the water that drowned us

I’m a slave
To the shit I live
The shit I smoke
The shit I record
Writing songs
That don’t take me anywhere
And no matter how hard I try
I always end up being the bad guy
Tell me I’m not that bad
If I forgave when they messed up
Dreams, dreams
Kids, grown-ups
Get goosebumps
Feeling the rhymes of
Marshall Mathers
I want to go back, don’t mess with me
Before the dollar, the trends, and the change
I want to feel that urge again
To see the world burn

The kid from the south, more deserted than Dakar
Looking at the cross, waiting for the saint
(What a life)
What a bitch of a life, but I love it
We fly to Mexico for the vibes
The pop star’s parents

They’ll tell you I have it all
But I have nothing
I’ve told you my life, I won’t write anymore
I seek the truth, but it never comes
If anxiety puts you in the cave
Row hard, you’ll get out
The kid inside me asks for more
But I barely hear his voice
From how much the big guy condemns it
I know, I know
Here, no one wants to grow
Direct embargo on our souls
And hardly anyone talks about dreaming
It’s hard for me, but I face it
Day and night, it’s the same story
I’ve been entertaining for days
And I’ll spit until I’m dead

Dreams, dreams
We grew up racing against the clock
Dreams, dreams
Money couldn’t make me better
Dreams, dreams
Fame as the last drop and
We drank from the water that drowned us.