Tanto Fue

So much was what you told us
You left everything half done
For all that you said
Now you're just left sad
Now you have to endure
Live your own disaster
If you sold the real
Now everything turned into a joke

And so much you promised
And you failed at your temple
The investment of your dreams
You messed up the house
You let yourself be deceived
By madness and pleasure
Now you're in a mess
And don't even know what to do
Beware of this fame
Where almost everything is a lie
Of those who accompany you
But only conspire
From the packed concert
Today you went on tour
You deceived everyone
But the one above watches

With that cheap talk
Don't look for treasure
Or deceive the pirates
Because from afar it shows
You lack balls
To not be a harlequin
But time doesn't fade
If the jeans are original
What you say is crap
Now you're buried
Just like the mole
By the way, for what afflicts you
For being a son of a bitch
Those who loved you move away
So much was what you told us
You left everything half done
For all that you said
Now you're just left sad
Now you have to endure
Live your own disaster
If you sold the real
Now everything turned into a joke

So much scum and I'm still in this
The context never changes what the subject is
I have secret victories
Because I'm more of a fulfiller
Let them know what I promise
Something to say
Let my ghetto answer it
And the 109 streets
That threw me until I die
Now that I know you
You couldn't pretend to me
Because a dog that is neutered
They can't repeat it

Try to be the same child
That you were before
That humble young man
With charismatic temper
This that was your dream
No, that wanted to be a singer
Remember that sheet
And your friend the speaker
I took the curve and took off
From people and energies
That failed you yesterday
It's not for nothing
But you shouldn't go back
To take the same route
That leads you to that swing
Sorry if over time
I failed you
I'm not talking to you woman
I'm talking to the R.A. p
Sorry if over time
I failed you
I'm not talking to you woman
I'm talking to the R.A. p
So much was what you told us
You left everything half done
For all that you said
Now you're just left sad
Now you have to endure
Live your own disaster
If you sold the real
Now everything turned into a joke

Before dawn
Alka produces