ESTRELLA APAGADA (feat. Selecta)

To-to's my secrets on Instagram
Double life like Spider-Man
The B side of what you admire
Fisher-Price's broken toys
Lights and fire to work
All this seems like Tomorrowland
Drugs and joint to work
Just comes to shine

Shine, shine my star
Shine, shine my star
Scream, follow my neck and catch
Shi-shine, shine my star
Shine, shine my star
Watch my star shine, girl (ah)

I write for other artists, ah
I've become materialistic, ah
Names crossed off my list, ah
I feel nothing if you stab me, ah
If I speak, the press lynches me, ah
I keep quiet and the offer inflates, ah
Separate the bone and the meat
Just came to shine

I am all pain and charisma
A firefly in front of these moths
As they don't shine, they want to put me out
I fly among them zigzagging
The higher I rose, the more their envy grew
I, who am all pain and charisma
My whole life compressed in a WinRAR
In a blink, it's ten years ago

Where have freestyle and tapes gone?
The thing looks different now
Here you fly or sprint, smell or paint
Few artists to trust
It's been a long time since I hit the fifth gear
I became the best of my generation
Obsessed with getting on the charts
I stopped taking care of your pretty face

Mommy, I'm losing you, give me a clue
I can't find my place on Idealista
I thought I'd love these views
But the top isn't as they paint it
Come on, toast, open another bottle
In case tomorrow I send it to hell
But she doesn't toast, she gets upset
Takes her Bimba bag and leaves

Shine, shine my star
Shine, shine my star
Scream, follow my neck and catch
Shi-shine, shine my star
Shine, shine my star
Watch my star shine, girl (ah)

I write for other artists, ah
I've become materialistic, ah
Names crossed off my list, ah
I feel nothing if you stab me, ah
If I speak, the press lynches me, ah
I keep quiet and the offer inflates, ah
Separate the bone and the meat
Just came to shine

I'll have in bed a gringa named Belinda
Ready to kill me or fuck me
She keeps jumping, asking for it
And the ticket without checking in
Let me stay and get the Green Card
Abandon what's on the other side
Then she yells at me and starts recording
Daddy, it's just another pinch

I've danced with any girl on the dance floor
To get your face out of my head
Because if you're not there, my star doesn't shine
And if you don't guide me, I can't find you
I'll look for your ass in all the magazines
While you're fucking a footballer
I lost my mind a long time ago
Shine, my faded star dances (uh-ah!)

Go up, go up!