Un Día Más (part. Duki)

(Yeah)
(Duko, you know)
(YSY A, baby) (Duko)
(I would explain it to you with words) (Oniria shot)
(But it explains itself)

If what I spit is gold and material in each syllable
And my mental lagoons are paradise islands
We fall for you at forty, but I'm not Alibaba
Nights sacrificed to have one more day tomorrow

It's not hate, for me it's more fanaticism
Getting into a beat is a duty for me, for you it's tourism
Under the effects of the Moon I make hymns
Making holes in the walls like Pink Floyd

I know it seems complicated, but for me it is not complicated
Anticipate the unexpected, have the ice cream recipe
Surfing in a poisoned glass, veins drinking sin
Going backwards, the future, a mirror of the past

They see a systematic error where I see a cabal
You guys are so itchy that you peeled off your skin
I continue to perform miracles without rubbing any lamps
At this point, I am not a father, grandfather, rather I am a great-great-grandfather

My grandsons are copying my flow on type beats
Sometimes I play LeBron and other times I play Kyrie
I have them here talking to me about energy, reiki cut
Geeks for the teak, they are lost for the VIP

And I arrive and leave all those champagnes jumping
She talks to me like that, I think she's from Medellin
The 'after party full of models', which looks like a casting
So much meat in those leathers, it doesn't fit inside his jeans (Duko!)

If what I spit is gold and material in each syllable
And my mental lagoons are paradise islands
We fall for you at forty, but I'm not Alibaba
Nights sacrificed to have one more day tomorrow

One more day, one more day, one more day, one more day
Forty-eight hours of recording, I'm already one day in
One more day, one more day, one more day, one more day
A day without thinking about the past, that's one more day

One more day, one more day, one more day, one more day
I've been recording for forty-eight hours, that's one more day
One more day, one more day, one more day, one more day
A day without thinking about the past, that's another day

Storm alert, the downpour is coming
The love for this shit is infinite, lasting
If you don't want checkmate, don't give away a locker
Since when does this turn out so much better than I expect?

In my dreams I always talk to my ancestors
How can I not wake up knowing that I was born for this?
My legacy asks that it remain pure and honest
My self will never be worth what a good gesture is worth

One more day, from twelve to twelve, Auto-Tune and voice
Watching the signs that the gods are descending
The 'hidden' secrets where the devil does not know
I don't know how far I've walked then (jojojo, jojo)

One more day, one more day, one more day, one more day
Forty-eight hours of recording, I'm already one day in
One more day, one more day, one more day, one more day
A day without thinking about the past, that's one more day

One more day, one more day, one more day, one more day
I've been recording for forty-eight hours, that's one more day
One more day, one more day, one more day, one more day
A day without thinking about the past, that's another day

What is it about, what is it about?