Así Crecí Yo

Smoky Smoky

This Is How I Grew Up

I didn't grow up in the Bronx (no...)
I grew up among rastas and punks (ye...)
This is how I grew up (ay...)
I didn't grow up in the Bronx (no...)
I grew up among palms, sea, and sun (ye...)
This is how I grew up (you you)

And since I was a child, music was my shine
In school, a complete troublemaker
With my grandma, a tremendous little devil
And it hasn't left me since I was a kid
That's how life is in the port
And whoever comes will notice that it's true
The best concerts on the beach
I know you'll have fun, I warn you
Oh mommy mommy, mommy oh oh oh

One more time
Of what you want here oh
You don't care who criticizes this beautiful style
Don't play hard to get, so get weird
Mazatlán, Monterrey, Ciudad Juárez, and TJ
Obson, Los Cabos, Mexicali, and la
To have a good time (but)

I didn't grow up in the Bronx (no...)
I grew up among rastas and punks (ye...)
This is how I grew up (ay...)
I didn't grow up in the Bronx (no...)
I grew up among palms, sea, and sun (ye...)
This is how I grew up.

As a child, I was like a smurf among giants
Among surfers, among their scent
With Bob Marley, one love
Always everyone happy
I was among that and didn't even know how to hold a pencil
Daddy
At first, the memory I keep
Was my first song and I only rhymed it with verbs
That's why many get distracted
Because they learned to run, not to walk
And when they stop, they fall (ohh)

That's why I decided to grab the mic
Playing the guitar like a psycho
Sometimes we got really high
I listened to rap when I listened to maitros
Hey Limp Bizkit, how rock
I turned my cap like him
To look like a rapper
I wish like Kanye West, Jay Z, Beyoncé
(But)

I didn't grow up in the Bronx
I grew up among rastas and punks (ye...)
This is how I grew up (ay...)
I didn't grow up in the Bronx (no...)
I grew up among palms, sea, and sun (ye...)
This is how I grew up.

There are types
Copycats
Who never
Compose
And put what I
Would have put a decade ago
My music
Is like
A snapback
From the Hornets
And now that he put it on
His head
He'll never want to take it off

I grew up among rastas and punks (ye...)
This is how I grew up (ay...)
I didn't grow up in the Bronx (no...)
I grew up among palms, sea, and sun (ye...)
This is how I grew up.

  1. Ya Es Muy Tarde (feat. Zinaloka)
  2. Así Crecí Yo
  3. No Me Digas Adiós (feat. Zinaloka)
  4. Ella (feat. Santa RM)
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