Vuelta a La Luna (Remix) (feat. Neo Pistéa y Duki)

(Dream within a dream)

The Moon, feet in the air
From above I look at Buenos Aires
I was always pure, they don't hurt me anymore
I don't expect anything more from anyone
Walking Moon down the avenue
The city lives all for me
The night shining and the light hits my face BI
Hey, hey, hey, hey
What better way to feel good?
Hey, hey, hey
Going around the Moon where I didn't walk

And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer of help to me
And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer of help to me
Oh oh oh oh
Poppin' pills to kill more doubts
Oh oh oh oh
My inner devil is no longer of help to me

She said she loves me, she swears it to me
It has me sick looking for the cure
Music and sex, love, hate, madness
Get rid of me without you, torture

Yeah, huh
Put down the cell phone now and look at my face, stupid
I have drugs in my pocket, come back, yeah
All those bands are in fashion
It's only a matter of hours
I came to get everyone down, I ran, yeah
I came down and there were plenty of hoes at home yesterday
The bitchie talking pure theater
How much do you want to eat?
Here is lunch for four
But drugs for ten, yeah
Okay, yeah, okay, yeah
Now they say that I changed
Your face is different, you are not fooling anyone
Those pills that everyone uses to feel part
They're going to make them fall in love with me before they go to bed, I'

And I keep going around the Moon
Poppin' pills to kill my doubts
Exposed to the crow like raw meat
My inner devil is no longer of help to me

Who are the rappers of the month? Yeah
The pill after coffee, yeah
A joint and a bottle
So crazy, star life
Here we never lost faith, yeah
ModoDiablo live again, yeah
Drogao' with Hache and with Tres, yeah
If it bothers you, don't look at us
Fuck wannabes, Lord Wanakin
X Ysy A, no fala snitch
No drama kid, it's not for me
Maybe for you, and for your team
Fuck wannabes, Lord Wanakin
With Ysy A, fuck that bitch
In the coach, in the dressing room
On the beach or in the street

Babe, I have gas, do you want more?
I have more, if you look, you will find it
You meet my team
More turns, how many are there, another one, where are you?
Another one and you go there
I returned from the Moon
We brought you a souvenir
Devil flow, sweet VIP
With a taste of lollipop
They give for more
But enough, that's it
Moon walk, I walk them in the ring
They give for more and throw in the towel
They go bankrupt in the round, but they talk about me
I don't hang out with bitten
They are not fake my friends
Gucciboys blessed
I am what I say

Eh, when are they going to stop imitating those who know so much?
Hey, new mouths claim to be from the game and I don't see any signs
Hello, at the after business meeting with my immortals
Yeah, not one can keep their promises after the sun rises
I'm a trappa', my love, I'm twenty
I brought more than one flavor so you can try
Do you want more?
Trap and the dish well al dente
Let it be seen that it was enough

Hey, hey, hey, hey
An unconscious return to the Moon
Hey, hey, hey, hey
My devil is not enough for me
Hey, hey, hey, hey
An unconscious return to the Moon
Hey, hey, hey, hey
My devil is not enough for me
(Oniria)

Since Neo didn't come, we got him a replacement
How is it, Bruno?
How is it, Brunito? Yeah
Go ahead
Yeah, yeah-eh-eh