Sueños

I feel like x-tentation
Throwing more punches than Tyson
I don't look back I just walk straight
In the new generation
Light another phille
We're chilling
Flow a lo tyon
No money needed
You give me a microphone and a pen
And I have enough to feel like an icon
They listen to you on TikTok
Me for hip hop
I break necks with my disc
I'm sorry I haven't seen yours
You better shut your mouth
Galactico like Isco
How do I explain it to you?
Since I was 12
Composing sticks
I'm already over 30 and something
If I put it serious
It crunches to the midi
Sold out in Mexico City
Let's go habibi
Filling 3000
The bibi spotlights are pointing at me
In the club like fifty
I'm gonna die like eazy
You weigh the drug
I weigh my lyrics
The day I retired from hip hop
The city stops
Wow!

This hurts you more than a lie
Hold your breath and sigh
I no longer let myself be carried away by anger
You're pulling the thread too much
And I warn you that it no longer stretches
He doesn't look at me anymore
With those eyes with which she looks
With the look with which he looks at me
Since I came back crazier and thinner
After 2 months of touring
And turns
My head is spinning and it won't stop
I go out at night escaping from the day
And I end up drinking until I'm insane
How I look for a future
If it's the past that keeps me
How do I get my head up?
If I don't have anyone by my side to stop me
Giving it all my baby
For the family and for the life that fills
If it doesn't suit me, I'll leave it
(If it doesn't suit me, I'll leave it)
Giving it all my baby
For the family and for the life that fills
If it doesn't suit me, I'll leave it
If it doesn't suit me, I'll leave it

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

I am a slave
From the shit I live
The shit I smoke
The shit I record
Composing songs
They don't take me anywhere anymore
And as much as I try
I always end up being the bad guy
Tell me I'm not that bad
Yes, I forgive you when you were wrong
Dreams, dreams
Children, adults
It gives you goosebumps
Feeling the rhymes of
Marshall Mathers
I want to come back, don't fuck with me
Before the dollar, fashion and change
I want to feel that urge again
To see how the world burns

The boy from the south, more deserted than the Dakar
Looking at the cross waiting for the holy
(What a life)
What a bitch life but I love it
We fly to Mexico for Vanalanta
The pop star's parents

They will tell you that I have everything
And I have nothing
I've told you my life, I'm not writing anymore
I search for the truth and it never comes
If anxiety puts you in a cave
Row it and you'll get out
The child I carry asks me for more
But I can barely hear your voice
So much so that the great one condemns her
I know, I know
Nobody wants to grow up here anymore
Direct seizure of our soul
And dreaming is hardly talked about
It's hard for me but I face it
Day and night and the same story
I've been having fun for days now
And I will spit on you until I die

Dreams dreams
We grew up running against the clock
Dreams dreams
Money couldn't make me better
Dreams dreams
Fame as the last straw and
We drank the water that drowned us