Im Back
Im back, a ese lugar visualizando mi libertad
Mi paz, un estado mental, eyou i don't need more Rap
Hay weed, no cash por eso fumo en vez de gastar
Por eso subo a donde no estás, progreso mientras vos descansas
This memory, no se confunde
Si quiero puedo, ya es costumbre
Sin pero el cerebro se expande
Mil cero' y capaz me conforme
No quiero todo lo que buscan
No me desespero ni acelero por las lucas
No entiendo como mal educan
A quienes mañana les van a cuidar la nuca
Sostengo un pensamiento claro
Que desvaría solo cuando aprendo algo
Lo tengo en la palma de la mano
Lo tengo en la palma de la mano, en la palma de la mano
Está de nuevo el chili, viene con nuevas lyrics
Un arcoíris en tu iris con el tripi feeling
Una pista a lo bronx, I wanna murder murder
Despego como un dron, this motherfucker flowing
Abrí esa chela bro, prendé ese charly
Soy el protagonista como el puto Pablo Echarri
Como un dandy le charlo a esa barbie en la party
Viaja en una nave como Marty
No guardo rencor, como todo un señor
Es como hablarle de curvas a Christian Dior, love
Vendes tu culo, nadie lo compra
Buscabas luces y terminaste en las sombras
Un marrón de jane me siento Daddy Kane
Salpiqué de sangre tus borcegos Timberland
Estoy volado como en how high
This motherfuckers shine as the sunshine
Estoy volado como en how high
This motherfuckers shine as the sunshine
Estoy volado como en how high
This motherfuckers shine as the sunshine
I'm Back
I'm back to that place visualizing my freedom
My peace, a state of mind, eyou I don't need more Rap
There's weed, no cash so I smoke instead of spending
That's why I rise where you're not, making progress while you rest
This memory, it's unmistakable
If I want, I can, it's already a habit
Without buts, the brain expands
A thousand zeros and maybe I'll settle
I don't want everything they're looking for
I don't panic or rush for the money
I don't understand how they poorly educate
Those who will be taking care of you tomorrow
I hold a clear thought
That only wanders when I learn something
I have it in the palm of my hand
I have it in the palm of my hand, in the palm of my hand
Chili is back, coming with new lyrics
A rainbow in your iris with the trippy feeling
A track like the Bronx, I wanna murder murder
I take off like a drone, this motherfucker flowing
Open that beer, light up that joint
I'm the protagonist like damn Pablo Echarri
Like a dandy, I chat up that Barbie at the party
Traveling in a ship like Marty
I don't hold grudges, like a true gentleman
It's like talking about curves to Christian Dior, love
You sell your ass, but no one buys it
You were looking for lights and ended up in the shadows
A joint of jane, I feel like Daddy Kane
I splattered blood on your Timberland boots
I'm high like in how high
These motherfuckers shine like the sunshine
I'm high like in how high
These motherfuckers shine like the sunshine
I'm high like in how high
These motherfuckers shine like the sunshine
Escrita por: Franky Style / Fazzini