Disparame (feat. Cyclo y Piter-G)

And how many times I left, absent, writing what I lived
Making a thousand love poems just for you
And now yes, and now no, and now no, and now yes
As always, you decide when to finish or continue

And the world around me is no longer what it seemed
I put my trust in the mouth that lied to me
And I, waiting for his feelings, was dying, I was wrong
When I thought: How easy it would be

You no longer see your friend, the one who would always be with you
I never imagined how many potholes the road would have
And now look at me, I lost faith
I already threw in the towel, I'm sorry, grandpa
I know I said I'll never give up

Idiots everywhere
They question my art, man, I don't talk about drugs
Although drugs took my people
I have seen the ugly side, the b side up close
Distressed by everything I see, man, shoot me

I'll lend you the gun, reload it
Aim for the soul, shoot it, I have the stomach
That there is no more room
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Not a shred of truth, yeah, yeah

I'll lend you the gun, reload it
Aiming for the soul, shoot it
They say out there, they say out there
That is so, that is so
That you can't choose

I'm going to wake up, and I'll do
As if I won't see, I will feel peace
It makes me rain, it doesn't matter anymore
Neither tomorrow nor yesterday

The past no longer exists, and the future cannot be known
Imprison me, my prison is music, and it is
The one in charge of putting my illness on paper
I am not one of the top models as you see

I am one of those who fuck before getting down to fucking
To the others, if you look at me you won't see me as a rival
I have enough to deal with my personal torment
I am not superior to anyone, nor do I need to prove it

I am what I have and what I have is humility
The world around me
It's not what it seemed anymore
I gave all my trust
The only one who lied to me

And I know that I am the only one left with myself
And being the same, everything changes again

I'll lend you the gun, reload it
Aim for the soul, shoot it, I have the stomach
That there is no more room
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Not a shred of truth, yeah, yeah

I'll lend you the gun, reload it
Aiming for the soul, shoot it
They say out there, they say out there
That is so, that is so
That you can't choose