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

[Part I]

You did it
I want to dedicate this award to Carlos Gardel
María Gabriela Epumer, El Flaco Spinetta
El Negro García López, Prince, Cerati
And Auto-Tune should be banned, thank you very much
Let it rot, motherfucker, eh

Another little dark-skinned singer from the west, three sins later
There's no game because (pushdown)
They look at me funny and treat me well
I didn't see a Merry Christmas from anyone, hanging from the 166
I got cocky (suck it, ah), distancing myself

Getting high on a beat, arming myself with real Gs
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, mai, before the fame
Rich 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, it's what happened, my soul rewarded itself (for everything it went through)
The psychologist recommended I slow down thirty gears because I live at x2
That I seemed commissioned by the boss and I wasn't talking about God
It's not out of ego, but who's like me? Who's like me? Who's like me?
I hear you, Morón

Another little dark-skinned singer from the west, three sins later
There's no game because, pushdown
They look at me funny and treat me well
I didn't see a Merry Christmas from anyone, hanging from the 166
I got cocky, suck it, ah, distancing myself

Another little dark-skinned singer from the–
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah (li–)
Another little dark-skinned singer from the–
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah (sike)
Another little dark-skinned singer from the–
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Another little dark-skinned singer from the–
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

[Part II]

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

I throw a shout-out to those who are beings of light and make my sky bluer
I wish you had seen me grow, I'm taller, my voice is deeper
I don't pour a drink on the floor because there's more than one who was an addict
Mom is broke
But sometimes I wish I was another kid
(The youngest), cami is still the same
But there are more memories and fewer conflicts
I'm more sane and less damned
I'm not up for the hustle
Neither Carlos nor José is here
And yes, there was faith, but not in God, if He put me in that place
I barely play in Uruguay because I wasn't 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 skeleton (don't do it)
They asked and I swore I was fine

What was the point of healing hatred and 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 was the point of healing hatred and 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