Ruinas Romanas (feat. Midas Alonso)

I trusted you like De Niro in Ginger
And ended up as messed up as Kemper in Fincher
You seemed as healthy as Prince Felipe
And no one is clean if you look behind the wall

Hey, Midas, I need urgent help
I drink the drinks in one gulp and it's not because of the long shot
I have the bills I dreamed of in adolescence
But I'm alone now, brother, and I've lost my essence

I've changed my style, blinded by the reflection
But in the dark hours when one sees further
I don't know if I'm afraid of depression during the album
Or what comes after when the process is over (real)

It's a shit to be able to say: When you're gone, I've come back (facts)
Because that always means you're half dead (facts)
It's a relief, bro, to know that I've gone further
The narco listens to me in the car and the patrol car behind

I'm on the second piece this Sunday (there)
While my friends are on the second child (there)
Trolls get mad because I sound in their combos
And they're not even on the tracklists they make up for the big albums

Tote, damn, your kiadas are a mirage
After seeing you, the algorithm brings in The Gilmour Girls
So I'm going to shoot three times as much with this team
Until the downer comes back to steal my appetite, let's go

In the shit or at the top (go)
As a substitute or in the goal (go)
In the fog or in the sun (let's go)
In success or in error

Rise like Mike in the Bulls
Fall like Diego on the bus
Demons and sleepless nights in the hood
Winning small change to lose health

Why is that man so thin? (Why?)
Is he poor? No, drugs take away his hunger
And the money from hunger is spent on drugs
That's the custom

I've had hangovers harder than fractures (fissures)
Than stitches, than breakups
I'm looking for light in the dark on the path of bitterness
I trusted you too much like Dandy to Patrizia (Patrizia)

Everything seemed beautiful until everything turned to ashes (everything)
I'm not afraid of death, but of getting old
Of looking at myself and not recognizing myself in the mirror
Of losing a stash, of not feeling a child's affection

And damn so many things we promised
How many things have we fulfilled, son? (Tell me)
I know those bastards sell my skin for a fixed wad (rupees)
That shit has a cut even if you say they come from the north

Stop watching cartel movies, my cortex hurts
Friends who were already given parts, to eat separately
Friends who lost everything in one shipment (everything)
I don't even know what's worth it anymore
I'm between strange looks and criminals

Listen to the mate who cuts himself (listen to him)
The one who gets outbreaks
Because maybe he'll commit suicide on Tuesday
And tomorrow is already too late
You'll only be able to cry for him and bring him flowers (it's too late)

In the shit or at the top (go)
As a substitute or in the goal (go)
In the fog or in the sun (let's go)
In success or in error

Rise like Mike in the Bulls
Fall like Diego on the bus
Demons and sleepless nights in the hood
Winning small change to lose health (let's go)