Intro
Te explico por qué
Tú querer viajar el mundo, yo quedarme en casa
Tu' restaurantes finos, yo cocinar en brasas
Tú te sientes inmensa, yo una semilla de mostaza
Y me gustan los frutos de naturaleza escasa
Tú te ves bien y yo, no tanto
Tú hueles a Cartier y yo a palo santo
Tú lo ves ridículo, yo quiebro en llanto
Tú sueñas, quieres, pides, yo, canto
Tú estás a la vanguardia y yo como mi chapa: Basico
A ti te gustan los Lambos, a mí los autos clásicos
A ti poco los animales, yo amo hasta mis parásitos
No se nos dio pero, casito
Yo me hago viejo y tú te conservas
A ti te gusta el alcohol, a mí la hierba
Yo amo con el tanque lleno y tú con la reserva
Te gusta ganar y yo sonrío aunque pierda
Contigo supe cuantos gritos matan mi silencio
Le pusiste número a tu felicidad y la mía no tiene precio
No llegas a un tercio, ni donándote un tercio
Con tu nivel de tolerancia no aguantas un necio
Tú quieres lo que no tienes y yo ni aunque lo necesite
Tu calor no calienta, mami. Derrite
Quieres ser el trofeo de alguien que no compite
Y me equivoqué dos veces pero no se repite
Te aseguro que no se repite
Intro
I'll explain why
You want to travel the world, I want to stay home
You' fine restaurants, I cook on embers
You feel immense, I a mustard seed
And I like fruits of rare nature
You look good and I don't so much
You smell like Cartier and I smell like Palo Santo
You see it ridiculous, I burst into tears
You dream, you want, you ask, I sing
You're on the cutting edge and I'm eating my badge: Basic
You like Lambos, I like classic cars
You don't care about animals, I even love my parasites
It wasn't given to us, but we paid attention
I grow old and you remain old
You like alcohol, I like weed
I love with a full tank and you with the reserve
You like to win and I smile even if I lose
With you I knew how many screams kill my silence
You put a number on your happiness and mine is priceless
You don't reach a third, even if you donate a third
With your level of tolerance you can't stand a fool
You want what you don't have and I don't even have it if I need it
Your heat doesn't warm, Mommy. It melts
You want to be a trophy for someone who doesn't compete
And I was wrong twice but it doesn't happen again
I assure you that it will not be repeated
Escrita por: Nanpa Básico