A Mi Modo
Puro Rancho Humilde
This is A Mi Modo
Let's get it
Siempre con los ojos irritados, me la he pasado
No ocupo de ningún santo ni tampoco de sus paros
Con la mente abierta siempre y con un cuaderno en mi mano
Porque me gusta escribir de lo que veo y que hago
Como si la mente a mí me estuvieran controlando
El diablo me tomó de mano, al cielo me está invitando
A Dios ruégale todavía que te pones con el malo
Si no sabes lo que hablo, mejor quédate callado
Tumbados in the house
Así son, Ivonne Galaz
Ay, ay, ay
(My turn, ja)
Mis letras son mías, a nadie yo nunca le he robado
No tengo negocio, yo solita me la he averiguado
Una canción en menos de veinte minutos sí saco
No se impresionen, pero, de mi cabeza, yo lo hago
Aunque digan degollando, a mí nunca me ha importado
A tontas y locas, este cuento siempre le han contado
Así me la hacen todas, yo voy a seguir expresando
No hay mal que por bien no venga, y esto a mí me ha costado
Dímelo, Paul
(That's it)
My Way
Pure Humble Ranch
This is My Way
Let's get it
Always with irritated eyes, I've been going through it
I don't need any saints or their bullshit
With an open mind always and a notebook in my hand
'Cause I like to write about what I see and what I do
As if my mind was being controlled
The devil took my hand, inviting me to heaven
Pray to God still, if you're messing with the bad guy
If you don't know what I'm talking about, better stay quiet
Chillin' in the house
That's how it is, Ivonne Galaz
Oh, oh, oh
(My turn, ha)
My lyrics are mine, I've never stolen from anyone
I don't have a business, I've figured it out on my own
I can whip up a song in less than twenty minutes
Don't be impressed, but I do it straight from my head
Even if they say I'm cutting throats, I never cared
To fools and crazies, this story's always been told
That's how they do me, I'm gonna keep expressing
No bad comes without some good, and this has cost me
Tell me, Paul
(That's it)
Escrita por: Ivonne Galaz