SPEED (feat. Recycled J)

Step on it, man, hit the gas with the vroom-vroom
Spin your watch, squeeze the throttle with the vroom-vroom
Hit it hard, let’s go full throttle, skrrrt

Sons of Ruin, run
You’re running, but I know it’s nothing, nothing, nothing
Step on it, man, hit the gas with the vroom-vroom
Spin your watch, squeeze the throttle with the vroom-vroom

Hit it hard, let’s go full throttle, skrrrt
Sons of Ruin, run
You’re running, but I know it’s nothing, nothing, nothing

With the rolling up, I speed up and then stop until I explode
She wants to spend, and I’m just thinking about cash and more speed
With the running, running, running
I wake up in another crib, in another hotel or at another party
She wants to spend

And I’m just thinking cash, cash, run
And I’m just thinking cash, cash, run!
If I see her, I’ll break my neck, yeah
I see all those fools in the rearview
I’m gonna take you in a Lambo
I’ll lift you to the sky of my hell and

Open the door, open the door
Half a million or the big chain
I’m talking about pain from women and sex
With the Rock-n-Roll recorded slow
And you?
Nothing, nothing, nothing

Step on it, man, hit the gas with the vroom-vroom
Spin your watch, squeeze the throttle with the vroom-vroom
Hit it hard, let’s go full throttle, skrrrt
Sons of Ruin, run
You’re running, but I know it’s nothing, nothing, nothing

Step on it, man, hit the gas with the vroom-vroom
Spin your watch, squeeze the throttle with the vroom-vroom
Hit it hard, let’s go full throttle, skrrrt
Sons of Ruin, run
You’re running, but I know it’s nothing, nothing, nothing

It kills me inside, but I want her
Even though I barely remember her, I think about money
And if you’re gonna make me lift a finger, I hope
At least your offer hits four zeros

Doing the math, traveling far
Getting to know places, collecting memories
I drink a rum and coke at Barajas to kill time
A few minutes before my flight takes off
Living a dream
Smoking a joint
You hear gunshots every time I open my notebook

If these three come together, the clubs downtown will burn
Some want me in their bed (others, dead)
Do I want it or do I have it?
If I’ve seen you, I don’t remember
Here we live in the moment and I’ll see later
At full speed, brake pads
Not looking back while I accelerate

Step on it, man, hit the gas with the vroom-vroom
Spin your watch, squeeze the throttle with the vroom-vroom
Hit it hard, let’s go full throttle, skrrrt
Sons of Ruin, run
You’re running, but I know it’s nothing, nothing, nothing

Step on it, man, hit the gas with the vroom-vroom
Spin your watch, squeeze the throttle with the vroom-vroom
Hit it hard, let’s go full throttle, skrrrt
Sons of Ruin, run
You’re running, but I know it’s nothing, nothing, nothing

I’m in trouble, I’m not laughing
Cry me a river, the damn Nile
I’ll ghost you, I’ll mess with you
I laugh like a hyena at your crocodile tears

Anyway, I don’t see them from up here
Not even in the rearview, I already burned them
So get lost, get lost, you don’t belong here
This is another league: Sons of Ruin

Listen to me, bitch (I mean, my love)
You know my lifestyle too well
You know I love you, but I’m a lost cause
And I’m dying to call you
But I gotta close the wound

Entering a hotel at dawn to vent
Not even knowing the city of the high
You see a lot of desire to talk reflected on my face?
Now, fuck me like I’m paying you

Step on it, man, hit the gas with the vroom-vroom
Spin your watch, squeeze the throttle with the vroom-vroom
Hit it hard, let’s go full throttle, skrrrt
Sons of Ruin, run
You’re running, but I know it’s nothing, nothing, nothing

Step on it, man, hit the gas with the vroom-vroom
Spin your watch, squeeze the throttle with the vroom-vroom
Hit it hard, let’s go full throttle, skrrrt
Sons of Ruin, run
You’re running, but I know it’s nothing, nothing, nothing