Penas de Antaño (part. Milo j)
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go, mmm)
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go)
(Yeah)
Odio siempre estar del lado incorrecto
Aumentaron mis views y mi' defectos
Ostentando, tiendo a estar contento
Y gané plata, perdí tiempo
Mai, sé que a veces soy molesto, intenso
Di el amor que ya no tengo
También porque no siempre puedo estar
Gané plata, perdí tiempo
No me gusta el party, pitcheo sonidos
'Toy bien conmigo, solo conmigo
¿Para qué quiero cien amigo'?
Globalizo hermano', conocido'
Mentí, oculté y admití, probé y consumí
Pero all day lo recuerdo
Me levanté, miré y aprendí, pero sí
Solo queda escribir pa' no llorar
Por las pena' de antaño que hacen mal
Extraño a mi mujer desde Madrid
Deseo que esté bien, que encuentre paz
Sé que ya no estaré tendiendo de la fe
Hoy salí a gritar: Lo logré
Vacíos quedaron y no se llenaron
Niños que no van a volver
A todos ayudé, con muy pocos, conté
Gracias a quien supo entender
Vacíos quedaron y no se llenaron
Niños que no van a volver
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go, mmm)
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go)
(Yeah)
No es fácil ser tan sincero, y meno' donde la realidad les asusta
Y sí, da miedo, pero disfruto la vida y ahora más que nunca
Puedo tener el mundo a mis pie', pero no sin San José en la nuca
Creo en mí, má y pá creen en mí para ganarme más que un par de Luca'
Comprendí bien que no todo es rosa y lo físico no importa
Soy más feliz en el mic que tomando tres bondi pa' patear la bocha
Y aunque enfocaba la mente, poco alimentaba el bocho y otras cosas
Aunque extraño desear esta vida lujosa
Solo queda escribir pa' no llorar
Por las pena' de antaño que hacen mal
Extraño a mi mujer desde Madrid
Deseo que esté bien, que encuentre paz
Sé que ya no estaré tendiendo de la fe
Hoy salí a gritar: Lo logré
Vacíos quedaron y no se llenaron
Niños que no van a volver
A todos ayudé, con muy pocos, conté
Gracias a quien supo entender
Vacíos quedaron y no se llenaron
Niños que no van a volver
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go, mmm)
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go)
(Yeah)
Pains of Yesteryear (feat. Milo j)
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go, mmm)
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go)
(Yeah)
I always hate being on the wrong side
My views and my defects increased
Showing off, I tend to be happy
And I made money, I lost time
Mom, I know sometimes I'm annoying, intense
I gave love that I no longer have
Also because I can't always be there
I made money, I lost time
I don't like the party, I pitch sounds
I'm fine with myself, just with myself
Why do I need a hundred friends?
I globalize, brother, acquaintance
I lied, I hid and admitted, I tried and consumed
But all day I remember it
I got up, I looked and learned, but yes
All that's left is to write so as not to cry
For the pains of yesteryear that hurt
I miss my woman from Madrid
I wish she's well, that she finds peace
I know I won't be tending to faith anymore
Today I went out to shout: I made it
Emptiness remained and were not filled
Children who won't come back
I helped everyone, with very few, I counted
Thanks to those who understood
Emptiness remained and were not filled
Children who won't come back
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go, mmm)
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go)
(Yeah)
It's not easy to be so honest, and even less where reality scares them
And yes, it's scary, but I enjoy life and now more than ever
I can have the world at my feet, but not without San José on my back
I believe in myself, mom and dad believe in me to earn more than a couple of bucks
I understood well that not everything is rosy and the physical doesn't matter
I'm happier on the mic than taking three buses to kick the ball
And although I focused my mind, I fed my brain and other things little
Although I miss desiring this luxurious life
All that's left is to write so as not to cry
For the pains of yesteryear that hurt
I miss my woman from Madrid
I wish she's well, that she finds peace
I know I won't be tending to faith anymore
Today I went out to shout: I made it
Emptiness remained and were not filled
Children who won't come back
I helped everyone, with very few, I counted
Thanks to those who understood
Emptiness remained and were not filled
Children who won't come back
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go, mmm)
(Ooh, I'm here alone again, they say I owe to them)
(They don't wanna let it go)
(Yeah)