DONDE QUIERO ESTAR

(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah)

We grew up where the sea is at the height of the clouds
Where your brothers betray you when you rise
Now only the loyal ones see me on YouTube
I'm carving out the future I never had in the past, wow

Surprising to see sold out after announcing each show
But I feel more depressed after each show
And this weekend I travel, mommy, I have another show
And I'll swear again that I won't give another show

I'm where I wanted to be, not where I want to be
In my house you can still barely see the sea
Your puppet of the multinationals, me of my mind
Eyes fixed ahead, thinking of dad and mom

And I was looking for cheap approval in a world that is false
Fame lasts two days, and leaves scars
No time to eat more at grandma's house
There will be lessons where what you leave behind hurts

So if you're not there from day one, suck it
For me there's only one baby, there won't be another until the day I'm killed or die
The engines roaring down the road
They scream when they see my face on the billboard

They tell me: I remember what I was
They don't talk about what I am, they talk about what I have in my wallet
Referring to me in third person, as if I weren't there
The jackets are North Face, and all the caps New Era, yeah

I don't forget my roots, yeah
And all those happy days
Where there were no luxuries, but nothing was missing either
Today I boast of my scars

Now there's more money, but less time
And time is gold, but money isn't
In 2001, you know, daddy, wherever you are
Watch over us from there, I know you see us from somewhere, yeah

Expensive things, the pollen of blonde children
The nights are colder, and not because there's a deluge
The boy who started rapping in the park is dead
But his ego never rose

The same circle, the same people
Different cities, but in the same environment
Although mine know that sometimes I'm absent
They know I just took a different path

My future wasn't in an office
Nor dealing on the corner
It was in a booth, spitting my shit in rhyme
And breaking a thousand stages
Traveling through Argentina
But missing my island, and its haze, yeah

Thanking God (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Apologizing to mom
The bad things I've done
Haven't even been out of necessity

There are no opportunities
Nor will time go back
But life teaches you once
And you are the one who owns What will happen?
What will happen?
You own What will happen?
What will happen?

We grew up where the sea is at the height of the clouds