MI CIUDAD (feat. YSY A y BHAVI)

I'm back in my city
I'm addicted to this place
Drug addicts and doctors
Trying to cure me
And I get sick again
And now who's going to stop us?
My love, I'm back in my city (back again, back again)

I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)

My city
I'm back where I want to be
Traveling from here to there
I come back and feel new
I leave and start to miss
Healing my ego
The difficult truth
I don't believe it's impossible

Buenos Aires gave me more than I could have asked for
Looking back years, it almost doesn't make sense
Matured palate with unknown seasoning
With real princesses without plastic attached
No lies, no sense
Nights and their permissions
Between what I feel and what I delude myself with
Between what my destiny will bring
The city feeding my desires
To achieve everything I've promised
Getting off the plane super excited
Happy to return where everything was born

I'm back in my city
I'm addicted to this place
Drug addicts and doctors
Trying to cure me
And I get sick again
And now who's going to stop us?
My love, I'm back in my city (Back again, back again)

I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)

I have the city to myself again
I have a new one and she doesn't want to be alone
I have the numbers adding up
I have the love of my life naked
This city shed light on my doubts
I pass by and flashes greet me
My bedside table with jars of pure honey
We're out of fashion, we're culture now

In my hard drive
Unforgettable hot nights
Sun to sun, endless hours
Sound boards and flammable microphones
Pure craft
Pure thirst, pure faith, pure hunger
Pure blood, countless history
I returned home to breathe Buenos Aires

I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)

My beloved Buenos Aires
Your noise becomes music to me
I always carry you with me
I dance tango with luck, thanks to her I'm still alive
I know you inside out
My soul asks to be here
Smoking a flower
And I already feel flowery
Everything is legal in my city
Here we live the stick
If you're not in rhythm, you hit a stick
Having lunch at il balla
I don't give away the street code
I'm forging my values
Enduring the pains
In the land of singers
Of rappers and Folklore
I learned from the best
From graffiti artists and writers
When the planes land

I'm back in my city
I'm addicted to this place
Drug addicts and doctors
Trying to cure me
And I get sick again
And now who's going to stop us?
My love, I'm back in my city (Back again, back again)

I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)
I'm back in my city (back again, back again)