4fun (feat. Memataron)

[Memataron]
Down to the street just to grab a smoke
The joint's all crumbled, got a paper but can't find the filter
I’m stopping for a wrap and then to the bar
I’m broke, I don’t give a damn, I’m outta here like a shot

At the bar, drunk girls all around
But what did you expect? Don’t think I’m gonna care at all
I don’t hold candles, just spit out bullets
The habit’s killing me, even after hitting all my goals

Got tricks up my sleeve, smarter than the next guy
Don’t let the ones who talk too much come back
I know you don’t give a damn, but it’d be better if they drown
I asked for everything but the kid’s taking risks
Smoking good stuff to forget the bad
Don’t be a fool, in the end, you’ll get played
I come back looking like a saint but with a devil’s face, DJ Mateo, damn what a collab

Caught up with that cute ass, come on
Those curves are something you can’t ignore
Call me tobacco 'cause in the high, they get me
Maybe it’s a haha, God doesn’t listen or just doesn’t get me

The smoke’s fading but the problems keep coming
My crew’s more alert than September
I’m starving but I won’t eat even if they tempt me
Not to offend you, but who knows what you’ve done before

I gotta pee, I hear you in the background, don’t take long
I’m so high I can’t even get my bearings
If we’re splitting this, everyone takes their share
My flow’s too heavy for such little support

I’m feeling it, how can I explain?
I listened to rap before I even sucked a pacifier
You go ahead, I’ll throw up in the bathroom
When I’m out, let’s grab a couple of lagers

I mess up without meaning to, can’t help but light up
Frustrated for not being a magician and wanting to disappear
Pass me a drink, I wanna sip
And tomorrow I’ll be laughing my ass off from last night’s party

[Minus]
Down to the street with my kicks all torn
All good as far as I know, come on over, tough guy
Minus and Memata, rum for the mix
In a cup from the bar, not much to say, let me tell you
You won’t miss the soup, CSQ click on the map
What’s ours can’t be copied, 100% natural
I’m out with a broken gut
Still nursing hangovers
I’m throwing up on the rocks
My mouth tastes like dark liquor

For me and all my crew
Pure rap, crazy style
I just wanna mess around
I won’t reply to your notes
I’m rolling like the Greeks
Can’t afford to hire the bald cop

I’m without studies, yeah, heading to the hideout
Reviewing the lyrics on the bus as I get to Galapagar
There, Enrik picks us up in Bola’s van with his dad
Get the computer ready to record

What I got is water for these dry mouths
Damn, I’m thirsty, pass the cold can like Vendetta
Clear the seats, I’m coming in
Minus from aka, already packing themes and bags

From Madrid, damn bars
I’m killing time and vice versa
It doesn’t come easy, cousin, we do this for fun
With a zero in attitude and a ten on the jersey

I’m gonna turn it up, let’s see how it goes
Bothering the neighbors, they don’t even talk to me to borrow salt
I’m not acting like anything, I’m just a normal kid
I guess with what’s missing in the end, seeing how things are

One after the last and then home
I saw it coming but I’m playing surprised
I’m partying and feeling good
If your mailbox goes off, that’s another thing, so don’t call me again, eh