Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

We grew up where the sea is at the height of the clouds
Where your brothers betray you when you rise
Now the loyal ones only see me on YouTube
I'm carving out the future that I never had in the past, wow
It's surprising to see sold out after announcing each show
But I have more depression at the end of each show
And this weekend I travel, mom, I have another show
And I will swear again that I will not give another show
I am where I wanted to be, not where I want to be
From my house you can barely see the sea
Your puppet of the multinationals, I of my mind
The view fixed forward, thinking of dad and mom
And I was looking for approval to be in a world that is false
Fame lasts two days, and leaves scars
It doesn't give time to eat more at grandma's house
There will be lessons where what you leave behind hurts
So if you're not there from day one, suck it
For me there is only one baby
There will not be another until the day they kill me or I die
The motorcycles roaring on the road
They scream when they see my face on the billboard
They tell me: "I remember what you were"
They don't talk about what I am
They talk about what I have in my wallet
Naming me in the third person, as if I were not there
The jackets are North Face
And all the hats New Era, yeah
I don't forget my roots, yeah
And all those happy days
Where there were no luxuries, but nothing was missing
To this day I boast of my scars
Now there is more money, but less time
And time is gold, but money is not
2001 knows' daddy, wherever you are
Be careful before you go, that from somewhere he sees us, yeah
The expensive things' the pollen of the blonde children'
The nights are colder, and not because there is a flood
The boy who started rapping in the park is already dead
But the ego never went up
The same circle, the same people
Different cities, but in the same environment
Although mine know that sometimes I am absent
They know that I just took a different path
My future was not in an office
Nor dealing on the corner
It was in a booth, spitting my shit in rhymes
And breaking a thousand stages, traveling through Argentina
But missing my island, and its haze, yeah

Thanking God (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Asking mom for forgiveness
The bad things that I have done
They haven't even been out of necessity
There are no opportunities
Nor is time going to go back
But life once teaches you
And you are the owner of "What will happen?"
Of "What will happen?", You are the owner of "What will happen?"
Of "What will happen?"
We grew up where the sea is at the height of the clouds

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