INTRO + 3 PECADOS DESPUÉS + NI CARLOS NI JOSÉ (En Vivo Estadio De Morón) (feat. Charly García)

[Part I]

You did it
I want to dedicate this award to Carlos Gardel
María Gabriela Epumer, the Flaco Spinetta
El Negro García López, Prince, Cerati
And we need to ban Auto-Tune, thanks a lot
Let it rot, the bitch of his mother, eh

Another little black singer from the west, three sins later
No game because (pushdown)
They look at me funny and treat me nice
I didn’t see a Merry Christmas from any of them, hanging from the 166
I got cocky (suck it, ah), breaking free

Doping myself on a beat, stacking Gs for real
For the mind, there’s a PIN, they want to know about me, stop
I toast to you, to me, mom, dad, and two, three jackals
BW almost in my veins, ma, before the fame
Millo before twenty and if one day I have a Bentley
It won’t be rented (I earned it)
For luxury, for Fendi, bottles and confetti
One day there was thirst, there was a reason
There was a plan B, but I didn’t like it
I wanted to eat (not live like a boss, uh)
But in this life, my soul rewarded itself (for everything that was traveled)
The psychologist recommended I tone it down thirty notches because I live in x2
It seemed like I was sent by the boss and I wasn’t talking about God
Not out of ego, but who’s like me? Who’s like me? Who’s like me?
I hear you, Morón

Another little black singer from the west, three sins later
No game because, pushdown
They look at me funny and treat me nice
I didn’t see a Merry Christmas from any of them, hanging from the 166
I got cocky, suck it, ah, breaking free

Another little black singer from—
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah (Li—)
Another little black singer from—
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah (Sike!)
Another little black singer from—
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Another little black singer from—
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

[Part II]

Alright
The M of the W and the BW I’m crowning without a chain
1-7-0-8: City of the paints, the point of Kush too
Dog, I didn’t get cocky, nor do I have reasons, I focused on being good
I saw myself, matured and changed, if they didn’t like it

Shout-out to those who are beings of light and make my sky bluer
I wish they had seen me grow, I’m taller, my voice is deeper
I don’t throw a drink on the floor because there’s more than one who was an addict
Mom’s in trouble
But sometimes I wish I were another kid
(The youngest), Cami is still the same
But there are more memories and fewer conflicts
I’m more sane and less cursed
I’m not on the huss
Neither Carlos nor José is here
And yes, there was faith, but not in God, if He put me in that place
I hardly play in Uruguay for not being a regular student

If I left school to hustle (don’t do it)
Three days without sleeping (don’t do it)
Three days without eating (don’t do it)
My body was a rack of ribs (don’t do it)
They asked and I swore I was fine

What good did it do to heal the hate and the pain?
If in comfort I don’t find my comfort
I wanted to be a star and since I am
I don’t remember who I am or where I want to be
What good did it do to heal the hate and the pain?
If in comfort I don’t find my comfort
I wanted to be a star and since I am
I don’t remember who I am or where I want to be

You did it, you did it
You did it, you did it
You did it, you did it
You did it, you did it
You did it, you did it
You did it, you did it
You did it, you did it
You did it, you did it