Vuelta a La Luna (Remix) (feat. Ysy A y Duki)

(Dream within a dream)

The moon, feet in the air
From above I look at Buenos Aires
I've always been pure, they don't hurt me anymore
I don't expect anything else from anyone
Walking moon down the avenue
The city alive all for me
The night shining and the light hitting my face BI
Eh, eh, eh, eh
What better way to feel good?
Eh, eh, eh
Going around the moon where I didn't walk

And I keep going around the moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer helpful
And I keep going around the moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer helpful
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Oh, oh, oh, oh
My inner devil is no longer helpful

She said she loves me, she swears it
She has me sick looking for the cure
Music and sex, love, hate, madness
Without you, torture

Yeah, eh
Put the phone down now and look at my face, silly
I have drugs in my pocket, come back, yeah
All those bands are in fashion
It's just a matter of hours
We came to bring them all down, run, yeah
I went down and there were hoes to spare at home yesterday
The bitchie talking pure theater
How much do you want to eat?
There's lunch for four here
But drugs for ten, yeah
Okay, yeah, okay, yeah
Now they say I've changed
Your face looks different, you're not fooling anyone
Those pills they all use to feel part of something
They're gonna make them fall in love with me before going to bed, yo'

And I keep going around the moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer helpful

Who are the rappers of the month? Yeah
The pill after coffee, yeah
A joint and a bottle
So crazy, star life
We never lost faith here, yeah
ModoDiablo live again, yeah
High with Hache and with Tres, yeah
If it bothers you, don't look at us
Fuck wannabes, Lord Wanakin
X Ysy A, no snitching
No drama kid, it's not for me
Maybe for you, and for your team
Fuck wannabes, Lord Wanakin
With Ysy A, fuck that bitch
In the coach, in the locker room
On the beach or in the street

Babe, I have gas, do you want more?
I have more, if you look for it, you'll find it
You meet my team
More turns, more, going back, one more
Where are you? And you go around
I returned from the moon
We brought you a souvenir
Devil's flow, sweet VIP
With a taste of lollipop
They ask for more
But enough, it's over
Lunar walk, I walk in the ring
They ask for more and throw in the towel
They break in the round, but talk about me
I don't hang out with bitten ones
My friends are not fake
Blessed Gucciboys
I am what I say

Eh, when are they going to stop imitating those who know so much?
Eh, new mouths claim to be part of the game and I don't see any signs
Hello, at the after party business meeting with my immortals
Yeah, not one can keep their promises after the sun rises
I'm a trapper, my love, I'm twenty
I brought more than one flavor for you to try
Want more?
Trap and the dish just right
Let it be known that it was enough

Eh, eh, eh, eh
A trip to the moon unconscious
Eh, eh, eh, eh
My devil is not enough for me
Eh, eh, eh, eh
A trip to the moon unconscious
Eh, eh, eh, eh
My devil is not enough for me
(Oniria)

Since Neo didn't come, we got you a replacement
How's it going, Bruno?
How's it going, Brunito? Yeah
Come on
Yeah, yeah-eh-eh