Dueños de to'
Sara Socas
Owners of Everything
I've heard your songs about heartbreak
For the fifteen-year-old girls
That you bring in groups of six to the backstage
At the weekend concert
You do things right, your image is a ten if
You have someone to clean it for you
Girl, look up to see who you admire
The devil always pretends
Cringe, those guys give me the creeps
You see what they want, not what they live
They have many means for so few ends
It's okay to tune, while 7 write
But don't look at me, don't write to me directly
Because not in 7 lifetimes will we be compatible
I come from 7 islands, I'm from Tenerife
I drop 7 rhymes, they sound like 7 rifles
Spain lives in war and is full of haters
Every passing day I'm crazier
I'm Eminem, they're Machine Gun Kelly
I fuck them with the pen and tell them I'm sterile
I took a look at your Spotify the other day in the kelly
I clicked on a song. It was from 2020
I clicked to show credits and I was amazed by the movie
16 composers for such a weak track
Business, business, everything is business
They dye them in colors if they have too many grays
They don't scold them for actions if they perform in songs
If the duck looks ugly, they dress it up as a swan
In a sea of doubts, you believed Fliper
I'm the jellyfish that petrifies you
The one who uses your stone head clipper
To make fire with it and make Twitter burn
You hide your past
At the party you always go wasted
You pick up a girl on the side
And invite her to the VIP area
You tell her how hard it's been for you
And how much you've bet
That now you're the most successful
Kid, I've already heard that story
For living your dream
You already think you own everything
Wha'up
For making a good song
You think you're the new rock and roll
Wha'up
No way!