Mi Historia

Listen
I have narrated many stories
But not mine
If you were part of my past
Listen well
Aha
A lot
A lot of style for you
A lot

Damn
And I've been writing
Since I was 13 years old
I used to sing every day
Inside the bathroom
But my mom, the crazy one
Knocked on the door
And always told me, damn shut up
That you're a fool
Every day the same chatter
The tough guy attitude
And puts on the cap
Look mommy even though she insists on the bad
Speaking clearly girl I'm going to be an artist
She told me failure sometimes I don't pass you
And it looks like a junkie with tattoos on his arms
I really didn't pay attention
But those words broke my heart into pieces
I kept going forward with giant steps
I'm going to fulfill my dream I'm going to be a singer
I don't want to end up like my old buddies
Out of 5, four are in jail and the one left is a thug
Negative I do think positive
And I put my soul into it, it's true all that I write
If you throw at me I dodge you
Because I don't want, daddy, to send you to intensive care
Since I was a kid I always dreamed of this
I haven't earned it but I think I deserve it
They told me to eat because I was skinny as a wire
But chasing my dream I even went hungry
This crazy girl seems made for me
And I don't sing thinking about a Grammy
If I don't tie you up, I don't grab you either
I'm content with you listening to me in the car
I go my way because I know I want it
I sing from the heart because I don't sing for money
And I don't take advantage of my versatile talent
If it were up to me, I would sing even for free
They didn't support me
Everyone threw at me
Said I couldn't sing
And they made fun of me
And now it's different, you say I put in effort
But it's too late, bastards, I don't even know them
They say I treat them like they're nothing
They say Papi Wilo is a piece of shit
And I don't understand what they're up to
Before they didn't support me
Why the hell do they support me now?
I know where they're coming from, they know where I come from
They don't look for me for who I am but for what I have
You are false, full of envy
And the fans
Those are my family
Once my dad trying to find the fruit
Told me not to sing anymore, go study at the institute
I enrolled and I wasn't smart at all
That's why I dropped out, for the studious ones I'm dumb
And how to forget the famous question from before
Tell me Wilo, what are you going to do when you grow up?
Mm I don't know, I want to be a singer
And I want them to say Wilo the light of the diamond
The light of what? I even laugh
Start working you lazy bastard
Don't make fun of me daddy, it's not good for you
Now I laugh
I'm the one who supports them
And mom asks me for money and never pays back
My father, don't even mention him, the bastard is always broke
And it doesn't bother me that everyone asks me for money
What bothers me the most is that they never believed in me

Aha
Hey, you know who I am
Papi Wilo
Pope the musiquiatra
DJ Kelvin the monster extractor
Toffer
They know me
Papi Wilo
A lot of style for you, dad