Ferran Adrià
El ritme és presto
Jo a la pasta hi poso salsa al pesto
Feel like Ferran Adrià
Tots els que et segueixen, qui et segueix fins el final
Quan tu pugis al cel jo sonaré al teu funeral
Tots buscant la Molly
31 està a dalt del podi
El podi em porta malalt
Tots buscant la Molly
31 està a dalt del podi
El podi em porta malalt
Ja no penso en aquells haters
Em fan fer al·lucinacions
Entrem a la cuina I anem cookin' macarrons
Anem colokeira amb el Kid Pi I la Molly
Ara fem Ferrari
Valentina
I una party
Anem al estudi, anem a fer-li una cançó
Em paren els pussys, em diuen
No tens res bo el catalán da asco y es que no entiendo puñetas
Pero no hago caso sigo fumando mi peta
El ritme és presto
Jo a la pasta hi poso salsa al pesto
Feel like Ferran Adrià
Tots els que et segueixen, qui et segueix fins el final
Quan tu pugis al cel jo sonaré al teu funeral
Tots buscant la Molly
31 està a dalt del podi
El podi em porta malalt
Tots buscant la Molly
31 està a dalt del podi
El podi em porta malalt
(Un petó pels que no confiaven
I mira on em arribat, ha
Ell tete, ja saps que no ens venem
Visca el Català, putaaa)
Estic planxant el bacallà
Em sento Kyrie Irving, tinc calenta la mà
Jo no jugo amb ells
Sento que els he d'entrenar
Visca Tarradelles, visca el trap en català
Una pel Llit Bar
Dos per las morades que pillavem sota el parc
Fregint bacon al terrat
Beneït per seure a taula I tenir a taula sempre un plat
Nena el que no es compra sempre és el que surt més car
Aquesta merda canvia I ara em torna loco
Tots es cremen fàcil com un troç de xoco
Parlen parlaren cazzo sense vendre moto
I per la masia em torno piloto
No cantem per fama, cantem per un sentiment
Verde, Sedemusic al cor sempre tinc els meus
Sé que ells matarien I jo mataria per ells
Perquè són família I els estimo com fills meus
Els estimo com fills meus
Molta merda per la boca, poca boca per parlar
Ferran Adrià
The rhythm is presto
I put pesto sauce on the pasta
Feel like Ferran Adrià
All those who follow you, who follow you to the end
When you rise to the sky, I will play at your funeral
All looking for Molly
31 is on top of the podium
The podium makes me sick
All looking for Molly
31 is on top of the podium
The podium makes me sick
I no longer think about those haters
They make me hallucinate
We enter the kitchen and we go cookin' macaroni
We go crazy with Kid Pi and Molly
Now we make Ferrari
Valentina
And a party
We go to the studio, we go to make a song
The pussies stop me, they say
You have nothing good, Catalan is disgusting and I don't understand anything
But I ignore them, keep smoking my joint
The rhythm is presto
I put pesto sauce on the pasta
Feel like Ferran Adrià
All those who follow you, who follow you to the end
When you rise to the sky, I will play at your funeral
All looking for Molly
31 is on top of the podium
The podium makes me sick
All looking for Molly
31 is on top of the podium
The podium makes me sick
(A kiss to those who didn't believe
And look where we've arrived, ha
Hey dude, you know we don't sell out
Long live Catalan, damn)
I'm ironing the cod
I feel like Kyrie Irving, my hand is hot
I don't play with them
I feel like I have to train them
Long live Tarradelles, long live trap in Catalan
One for Llit Bar
Two for the purples we used to catch under the park
Frying bacon on the rooftop
Blessed to sit at the table and always have a dish on the table
Girl, what is not bought is always the most expensive
This shit changes and now it drives me crazy
They burn out easily like a piece of chocolate
They talk bullshit without selling anything
And for the Masia I become a pilot
We don't sing for fame, we sing for a feeling
Green, Sedemusic in the heart, I always have my people
I know they would kill and I would kill for them
Because they are family and I love them like my own children
I love them like my own children
A lot of shit coming out of the mouth, little mouth to talk