Cuestión de Fe (feat. Recycled J)

If I hit the ball, I take it out of the stadium
Three Beemers parked at the studio door
Who is your God? And where was he when things went wrong?
What are euros worth when things get murky? (What?)
I let go of the wheel and crossed myself (ah), I don't really know why
But life put me up here, it was a matter of faith
Not destiny nor karma, not Buddha nor Yahweh
Gonzalo, Jorge, and Fer, Sons of Ruin, what's up?
It seems like the stars have aligned (ah)
Like leap years, once every four (hey)
If you feel this as yours, thank you very much
Golden laces, drinking glasses, sounding rough
Hoodlums from the outskirts hitting the coke
That Barbie is on barbiturates, anxiolytics
What you aspire to is cut with aspirin
I'm in a Mercedes-Benz, benzodiazepines
With the coat up to my neck and my gaze on the ground (me)
With the face of the one who loses even when arriving first (me)
The girls whistle at me when I walk through the ghetto
And I play dumb, as if I owed them money (ah)
Fuck glamour, we live rock and roll
Getting into trouble due to my lack of self-control (me)
From Leganitos kicking to Sol
With a bottle of cologne in case the alcohol runs out

Wo-wo (uh-uh-uh)
I'm a number ten player (yeah)
I only know hunger for goals (wo)
Tell Fer how it's done (yeah)
Gon has given me the pass (hmm)
The fans shout my name
Like LeBron James, like Pau Gasol
Hey, do you know who did it again? (Follow him, follow him)
Recycled J, yo-yo-yo-yo
For pigs, it's not honey
I only know how to run, call me Usain Bolt (run, run, run)
You already know what's up
Mami, I'm not Rels, but I have the gift (no, no)
I already changed my name, like Cassius Clay
I took it like a king, I'm cursed Baudelaire
I'm the Eiffel Tower and you're a pin
They want to see me fall, but they have to climb what I climbed
They're going to kiss my dick and my feet
Bring me two more and I'll take down all three of you
I'm South Madrid, Carabanchel
The Child Jesus and the devil in my skin
I got off the cross, 666
I never bend, I fall on my feet

Ask your girl if she's my ex
If she already knew or if I taught her
Dance close against the wall
Pure evil, Baby Lucifer
I smoke Mary and Joseph, amen
I smell like Coco Chanel, touché
To lose, you better not even try
Okay, okay, okay

Ask your girl if she's my ex
If she already knew or if I taught her
Dance close against the wall
Dance close against the wall
I smoke Mary and Joseph, amen
I smell like Coco Chanel, touché
To lose, you better not even try
It's just a matter of faith (uh!)

I was lost, but now I know who I am
And I turn a deaf ear, I'm tired of the podium
Some tell it, but it's obvious they didn't see it
I wrote you love songs, but today I hate you
This is my opinion, nobody asked for it
I go straight ahead and die for my brothers like the Son of God
Without a script, lying at the bottom of the pit with
Tearful eyes saying goodbye
I always wanted what I couldn't have
And my life is betting what I don't have and losing again
They want power, I want to have you
But today I turn around so I won't see you again
Three young men who disobey everything
They want everything even though sometimes they don't deserve it
Game over, game over, take the envelope and run
And burn those dollars (burn those dollars)
Come with me, come on, come on
When the day comes, they'll see
Do they want what's mine? Okay, okay
It'll be over my dead body
They're hurt, they want me to stop
Better if they all come at once
Deserted heart, I drink from the agave
I live in an oasis, Gallagher
A skull on the flag
I have more bars than a baker
I live in Madrid, the quarry
I want to sleep, there's no way
Accelerate like a Panamera
We keep burning the road
Through Madrid, the corner, and the sidewalk, ah