Dónde Te Has Metío (Feat Tote King)

Get off the tracks, here comes the train crashing
You stand against the traffic, running over anyone who won’t budge
Hold on! Here, things go head-on
If you switch sides like you switch dealers
And then you disappear without a trace
Take it! Free shots for your system
For your veins, for your head, for your feelings.

But where the hell have you been?
We were counting on you to handle your shit and mine
Where the hell have you hidden?
They’re looking for you, you’re lost
We were counting on you to handle your shit and mine
Where the hell have you hidden?

Where the hell have you been, buddy?
You want me to explain this fancy collab?
It’s Tote King with Ojos de Brujo
You never know what’s coming when a guy like that
Slides into your crew to scam you

How it hurts, it’s just as bad as the TV
Wants to stop lying but can’t
Run, flee, come on, save your skin
These people only show up when it’s about the cash.

You’re worse than Pedro Navaja
First, you throw the party, then you bail
How many times has the bus left you behind?
You lie more than you know!!!
The fucking master of dodging, not showing up and pulling a fast one
No doubt the most polished and selective character from the hood.

But where the hell have you been?
We were counting on you to handle your shit and mine
Where the hell have you hidden?
They’re looking for you, you’re lost
We were counting on you to handle your shit and mine
Where the hell have you hidden?

You walk down the street and everyone wants an explanation
Let the guy in the middle answer, you’re in nothing or way worse
You don’t account for anything, say you’re not involved
You flash your smile and walk away indifferent.

You don’t get involved anymore, you play it cool,
Only selling to get high for free
All those who stop in pa, pa, parks
What are they doing, lining up to catch you, to wear you out
And you’re still standing, (how?) good luck
A guy like you with values below zero here?
Can only come out sometimes
Can only be fish food.