Pompa (feat. Bejo)

Open the track for me, I'm launching now
Peace for my dogs that go without a collar
Either it's my paranoia or I'm flying already
Far from the fence, don't let it explode

I'm comfortable here in my bubble
Sounds fresh, smells like soap
I'm in my bubble, put on a dress and heels
What a bomb, this goes straight to the lungs
Like a blunt in a bong so it doesn't break

I finished the concert, got off and passed the hat
Give me some coins to buy a house in Andorra
You can live with what for others are leftovers
And if you die early, what's the point of saving?

That's for me, a fox, that's why I don't eat foxes
I do it for love and they're not songs for girls
I wrote all this in mud, it doesn't erase
Odyssey in the water, from Sanlúcar to Cazorla

Every day that dawns, the number of fools grows
Hopefully they serve as food for the fish
I have to see what strange things I think sometimes
Seasoned in my battles like the verse

We come with all the weight, we walk step by step
Forward without rest, we give you a review
Who the hell pays for an apartment? If they don't have money for pizza
Everything is getting more expensive, life goes fast

The kids are moving their necks in the doorways
I see them from afar, come on, Bejo, don't pull him
The rhythm of this old man causes muscle spasms
To men who talk to you about menstrual pains

Damn my image, they've had enough
Oral stabs, moral models, they are molar cavities
Many little Spaniards think they're peninsular
When Spain is an island between the Canary Islands and the Balearic Islands

Open the track for me, I'm launching now
Peace for my dogs that go without a collar
Either it's my paranoia or I'm flying already
Far from the fence, don't let it explode

I'm comfortable here in my bubble
Sounds fresh, smells like soap
I'm in my bubble, put on a dress and heels
What a bomb, this goes straight to the lungs
Like a blunt in a bong so it doesn't break

Everyone wants a Lambo, I want a rocket to be able to fly away
Far from these fools who keep talking
About who knows who, about who knows when
Twice a month they change sides

I'm at the beach and it's snowing on Teide
I'm the Canarian of contraband tobacco
Nature is wise, humans not so much
Spermatozoa are swimming randomly

It's very brutish and not very intelligent
To be planting bombs, blowing up bridges
I don't like the likes, I like people more
Just because you're born poor doesn't mean you're marked and aspire to be a criminal

The one in a tie has always made more money
I don't know who abuses more, the thief or the one with a badge
I'm also a judge and in charge of a tasting
I'm still here in my bubble, scoring green weed

I know about rap, you skid, they fold like lapels
You can call me your dad, The King of Hipi Hapa
You don't stop the chatter, I don't stop the beat
Life is stages and you stayed behind, woo

It's not the same to have the same name as to be a toy
My name is Borja Buche and yours is Paco
You're bitter, stopped, for a while now
You're not ready and you got a stitch

I woke up sweating like a well from Emasesa
Be my salad, I'll put Caesar dressing
Mami, you're hot, come and get on my carriage
Don't listen to those who, besides being dull, are all boring

Chos chacho how cool, chos chacho how tough
Give me the gadget, I'll plug it in right away
I'm fed up, barking like a mutt
Those who never listen, talk a lot

Open the track for me, I'm launching now
Peace for my dogs that go without a collar
Either it's my paranoia or I'm flying already
Far from the fence, don't let it explode

I'm comfortable here in my bubble
Sounds fresh, smells like soap
I'm in my bubble, put on a dress and heels
What a bomb, this goes straight to the lungs
Like a blunt in a bong so it doesn't break

I'm in my bubble (na-na-na-na)
I'm in my bubble (na-na-na-na)
I'm in my bubble (na-na-na-na)
I'm in my bubble (na-na-na-na)
I'm in my bubble