BUEN DÍA PORTACIÓN DE ROSTRO (En Vivo Estadio De Morón) (part. THE NICE y Lisan)

Let’s go with my last solo track

[Part I]

I'm too young to be this jaded
I'm too old to be this bad
Make mistakes and get frustrated
I'm too young to be this sad

I don’t buy into fake respect, and out of respect, I’m honest
There’s money stuck to the ceiling from what I wrote on the bus
I’ve got my homies in check and a couple million on Spotify
But I’m humble even though I earn (20 times more than the rest)
I’m married to a couple of beats from Lisan
I’m building wealth to justify the visa
And even though I talk like a rich kid, my face says it all
Not even money could take away my accent

Today I kill and die for my truth
I have the gift of feeling good with myself
There’s no zero that can take me from my place
I’m my own light, I’ve got destiny as my brother

In two hundred years, I’ll be an urban legend
With my life poorly told by addicts and Christians
In these times, heaven’s tough for humans
We’ll party with the devil, I’m a pain in the ass and a Scorpio
Platinum on a couple of tracks, I don’t even touch a piano
I’m a street kid who’s got it made or an exploited youth
They don’t talk about the streets, I know what a gunshot sounds like
Though they call it a shot
What’s that say?

Today I kill and die for my truth
I have the gift of feeling good with myself
There’s no zero that can take me from my place
I’m my own light, I’ve got Santino as my brother (Li—)

(I'm too young to be this jaded, I—)
(No fake respect for me, and out of respect, I’m honest)
(I'm too young to be this jaded, I—)
(There’s money stuck to the ceiling from what I wrote on the bus)
(Make mistakes and get frustrated)
(I’ve got my homies in check and a couple million on Spotify)
Let it rot in hell, dude
(But I’m humble even though I earn 20 times more than the rest)
(I'm too young to be—)
Yeah, boy

[Part II]

Eh
(No fake respect for me—)
What, what, what?

How beautiful is the city when you look from above
In my heart, there’s light but sometimes it flickers
I got carried away, adrenaline’s calling
Lisan jumping, he says to me, ah (good morning)
How beautiful is the city when you look from above
In my heart, there’s light but sometimes it flickers
I got carried away, adrenaline’s calling
Lisan jumping, he says good morning (Lisan, dude)
There’s light— (good morning)
(What’s up, dude?)

As a kid, I dreamed of taking out the dealer
But they set his house on fire
I know the cops have him pretty free
So the money keeps rolling in (uh)
They wear Louis Vuitton, I’m from Morón de Mitre
Aldana closing my deals
But I stay humble, 'cause fame can kill you

Today I kill and die for my truth
I have the gift of feeling good with myself
There’s no zero that can take me from my place
I’m my own light (I’ve got destiny as my brother)

How beautiful is the city when you look from above
In my heart, there’s light but sometimes it flickers
I got carried away, adrenaline’s calling
Lisan jumping, he says, what?
How beautiful is the city when you look from above
In my heart, there’s light but sometimes it flickers
I got carried away, adrenaline’s calling
Lisan jumping, he says
Good morning