[Intro]
I have seen some secrets at the polygon
They think they are on secret missions in the Pentagon (B-29)
Escarpia, [?], shootings in Bergamo
Those sons of bitches shake my hand
They call me “brother” and they don’t even know my name (Álvaro)
They only ask when there is a means involved when there is a gram
Like a dog I lick my wounds
[Verse 1]
In the mountains you can see Moby Dick behind the poplar
To the mountain where we are going to bury the master
Love, I am plotting the next section
They are processing my breathing, not even with tramadol can I calm down
I stole the car, I’m going to Tembleque to thresh a ciabatta with Gamo
There will be time to go to the fjords to fucking a salmon
Or a swordfish, the back in a beautiful wasteland
You and I hitting each other in bed like Samoans (Like UFC)
Lost in the town like [?], Tibetans
I’m not going to claim that I saw it shady, very shady
But I got into the car, I repaired the tube and put the turbo
Turbulence in the studio
Writing I think I’m in Quito (Ecuador)
Getting rid of that I get rid of this martyrdom
His eyes were Valyrian fire
I won’t even tell you how long the lily was lit
Looks glassy full of things through the glass
Out of the mold always like Kyrios
Fighting 24/7 just like Tyrion
Smelling like AK-47, not like 1 Million (Not like 1 Million)
I have cried profusely, but I have laughed on weekends
I have lost finals like Diego Alves, Víctor Valdés
Your promises were in vain (In vain)
And your soul in Valdemingómez
You are my Carmina Ordóñez
With your swings, [?] with your Hermes bag
With your deck inside to play poker, a couple of muses (All in)
The months will pass and pass
[Verse 2]
I know what you will always do although Don’t love me
If you follow me and I block you, believe me I will send you more DM (DM)
(Nor will we share DMT)
(I don’t know what, but you owe me something; MDMA)
I have lost loves on portals for hanging out with such friends
Dislikes to me parents
I want to ask the kings for your elles
I have arrived late to Yepes
In half an hour my brother picks me up and we arrive at Yeles
By the [?] looking for cheles in a couple of chalets (Dollars)
We are doing esses by Argüelles
Children smoking L, dreaming of a Mercedes
I have disinfected my spirit of worms.
Do you see this? I’m throwing it away, I have it in stock
My buddies are driving the rototom like the streets of Stockton
Like in Utah Jazz Malone and Stockton
The son is more hooked on the iPhone than the old man on the silver
Speaking in silver, so much pressure in the end explodes
They were a happy family with a van, with a house, plots
They toured the plateau, they went to the Delta River, they flew the kite
The hang glider the size that didn’t even fit in the shed
They walked happily with the bicycle
And now only the covers remain ( The covers)
And that’s how hard life is, doors close
You have to fight and count with the mirror (Accounts)
For playing with fire, cousin, and never better said
Your mother crying in the niche
Life takes many turns
You went too far of the stripe with the trincho
I would kill Don Quixote if I were Sancho
Madrid rules, rulas and bules
From Sanchinarro to Estrecho
[Verse 3]
Go to dinner at the Estrecho, me eating at my ranch
Some nachos with triple sauce in my mess
So pancho chipping some pistachios del Froiz
Heard the sorrows of my boys who come with relapses from Caíz (Relapses)
Also to the Supernafamacho
Very boy, my friend wants me to put on Ferxxo
We are always the same, macho (Always the same)
I will put it on when you pass me the clencho
You don’t look back, boy, what’s done, chest
Don’t look into your past because if you don’t get pocho (You get pocho)
Pucho already said it or in Pachá Pocholo
He will always be in my shadow like Piccolo
[Outro]
(In my shadow, fucking Piccolo)
( In my fucking shadow)
(The bastard is always behind me; eh-eh)
(In my fucking shadow; in my shadow)
