(Santana)
Uah, uah, uah, ueh (uah, uah)
Ah, ready, ready, ready, ready
Ready, ready, ready, ready
A year ago, yeah
Last year, ah

Last year, remember?
We lived alone (eh)
Right under this sky (oh)
Anything can happen
The street is no longer chill (chill)
I have the treasure on my shoulder (shoulder)
God has seen my dreams
I don't forget who I was
Ready, ready, ready, ready (ready)
The dishes on that stove (oh)
You don't see, see, see, see
The things that are behind
Uoah, oah, your look is different (-verso)
My sound is different (-verso)
On this brum that goes oh (oh oh)

The brother still doesn't have a visa
Looking for food and a steady job
What I live is not bullshit
I don't write until I've seen it
I have a right arm but also the left
I wonder if the sky knows I exist
From these parking lots to playing in discos
With a band like Karen Sisco
Bulletproof with Christ on top
The TV says bullshit
I only know that I don't betray
Good guys behind bars
Street ventures in the hands of children
They make war between neighboring blocks
Stop staying within these borders
Or buying Gucci to lighten me
Ring ring
Remove the makeup, remove the filters
Tired of smoking weed
Always in the usual gray buildings (Corsico)
Gigi, my hands itch, it's not a party atmosphere
More than one enemy aims at his head
I just hope it's not my head

Last year, remember?
We lived alone (eh)
Right under this sky (oh)
Anything can happen
The street is no longer chill (chill)
I have the treasure on my shoulder (shoulder)
God has seen my dreams
I don't forget who I was
Ready, ready, ready, ready (ready)
The dishes on that stove (oh)
You don't see, see, see, see
The things that are behind
Uoah, oah, your look is different (-verso)
My sound is different (-verso)
On this brum that goes oh (oh oh)

Take 2 in recording
Take the jackets for protection
God knows I have no religion (no)
If he came here he would agree with me
I was one step away from taking the wrong fork
Like those who are my enemy did
While another check is coming
They assign Pierre the definitive, oh
Count in the back, sold-out, I arrive at the hotel
I divide the crowd, Moses
My pendant now growls for me
Your hatred speaks of me
What you don't have the courage to do
While she loves who is easy to hate
I see the ring road from the Aler
Look at my face
Yes because it's the only one, I'm not joking
Let's make money with music
You think I'm wrong, you're just a madman
I come from fucking nothing
You won't do a fucking thing to me
Santana at the stove forever
You are denying the winning horse

Last year, remember?
We lived alone (eh)
Right under this sky (oh)
Anything can happen
The street is no longer chill (chill)
I have the treasure on my shoulder (shoulder)
God has seen my dreams
I don't forget who I was
Ready, ready, ready, ready (ready)
The dishes on that stove (oh)
You don't see, see, see, see
The things that are behind
Uoah, oah, your look is different (-verso)
My sound is different (-verso)
On this brum that goes oh (oh oh)

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