MARBELLA BYE

The gods in Marbella are stealing your wallet
The gods in Marbella with their friend and their girl
Yeah, I got into a fight with Saray
I fell off my bike and scraped my leg, bro
Damn my dead ones
Yo, the gods
Tell 'em, Wanillo

I’m rushing to roll a joint, then I head down my block
There’s one in my building yelling: Attention, pickpocket (you deadbeat)
I say: What’s up, stinky breath? Don’t come near, don’t touch me
Sit on the bench, you’re whiter than poke rice (get lost)
I pull out my lighter and my Quicksilver wallet (uh)
I think: Wanillo, what good is this shit to you? (What’s up, dude?)
You don’t have money even for a Kinder ice cream (tell 'em)
It’s the right moment, your cousin’s coming this weekend (ah)
I wake up on a chaise lounge, a mansion in Torremolinos
The Catalan watching Shin Chan counting casino chips
There’s an illegal game run by a cop and three Filipinos (yes or no?)
I’ve got my TNs broken and I think my cousin called me (Kike)
I escape through the window like a parkour pro (yeah)
Light up a joint while I call a taxi (dude)
I think grandpa mixed 7up with Dalsy
And now my mouth’s dry like a doll’s cooch (gross, dude)

Cousin, where you at? I have no signal
I got into it with Amrabat at a beach reserve in Aruba (yeah or what?)
I got a mataleón and seven stitches
Give a call to the omelette, it’ll be stepping on grapes
Wanillo, send me the hospital location
Now I’m with Lamine Yamal’s dad
Looking for a rental Bugatti (tell 'em)
I sent a broadcast on Blackberry chat
For a party in Palmar (how?)
Pull out the axe and the rum vape
Listen, cousin, you’re looking stronger, what are you hitting at the Synergym?
No way, bro, I’m training with Llados at Alta Fit
Wanillo, put Google Maps for the detour to Conil
Kike, stop staring at your phone, you gotta drive

Dude, I’m talking to a girl
Kike, the turn signal
Bro
Bro, the roundabout
Your dead ones, dude!

Yeah-yeah, yo
From Carlos to the world, bro
The nurse looks familiar from polytechnic, bro
We’re really gonna hit the private party in the end
'Cause there was a lot to wait for here
I’m out, bro, I’m heading home
Vending machine, bro
Dude, the receptionist has a push, huh
The twisted legs
Don’t see how the girl is, bro, it’s rough
The gods