YOUNG MIKO (BZRP Music Sessions #58)

How did we get here?
I don't know how many feet high
First class to Madrid
Up here there's no coverage

Feels like it was just yesterday
I told mom I was coming back
Home again
I don't know when I'll see her

But in the meantime, we're jet skiing in Mallorca
In the meantime, we're counting cake
Those who can, can, and those who can't, endure
My people are good, man, that's what matters

But for the baby, I'm flirting daily
So she posts stories from the Bentley
They felt the pressure and now they're asking for forgiveness
This is black and white, don't talk to me about maybe

Baby, here we run fine, I don't bend
They ask if they have a chance, hmm, I better not comment
I pull them out of the grave, talking about me? I revive them
They say I should favor? Bastard, yes, I imagine

Yes, man, I saw you outside the line for my show
Of course, I remember
When you talked shit about me
You stuck to my VIP, you're a pussy

Even if they catch me leaving from the entrance of Prada
They think they can read me because they've seen me on the cover
Biza, turn off the lights, leave me in the dark
So my people turn on the flashes if I ask them to

But in the meantime, we're jet skiing in Mallorca
In the meantime, we're counting cake
Those who can, can, and those who can't, endure
My people are good, man, that's what matters

But for the baby, I'm flirting daily
So she posts stories from the Bentley
They felt the pressure and now they're asking for forgiveness
This is black and white, don't talk to me about maybe

Here comes another one
For those who have always been there
Hopefully
You never let me go

Even if they see us with champagne that I can't pronounce
Even if all the brands want to sponsor me
Even if now all my exes want to be the official one
Now doesn't mean I'm going to change
No, it doesn't mean I stop being normal

I might be antisocial
Not being able to trust is not personal
It's just that if they change color, I don't want to associate
If mine don't pass, I won't even enter
Don't feel bad, you're not that special
They say you talked about me, but you're out of signal

And in the meantime we're jet skiing in Mallorca
In the meantime we're counting cake
Those who can, can, and those who can't, endure
My people are good, man, that's what matters

And for the baby, I'm flirting daily
So she posts stories from the Bentley
They felt the pressure and now they're asking for forgiveness
This is black and white, don't talk to me about maybe

(Bizarrap)