Habrá
Sabés que todo se resume a tener el finde
Esas botellas on the hands
Dale lo que pide pa', no hay na que hacer
O tenes que ir a esperar y no sabés cuándo volvés a nacer
Me dan ganas de iqué?, de volver a nacer
Y corregirme de principio para ser millonarie
Por suerte que no soy tan cagón
Lets get it on, no soy más del montón
Me dicen jóven Crespo tengo
Churro en el bolsillo, encendedor y guita que ando ready
Soltando el escorpión de Higuita, no insistas
Yo no me llevo las migas
Yo te quiero a vos y para el friend tu amiguita
Y es que no pienso parar aunque me hagan face mala
Es que yo soy un Dios como Vos pero vos no entendiste na
Sabes que lo que había se va
Y si sabes que si te cruzo la tenes que chupar
Los billetes no son míos, como vienen se van
Me dan amor me doy la vuelta y se van
Pero no importa ando re langa con un borderware
Sacando números, buscando agujeros húmedos no soy muy bueno, ma
Es lo que hay nigga, o lo que habrá nigga x8
Entonces friend no digo que es lo que hay
Que check the price, lo voy a tener igual
Entonces friend, no digo que es lo que hay
Que check the price, lo voy a tener igual
Mirame fijo y decime que no existo
Que no me importa mucho como visto, y listo
Si esa putona anda clavando el visto
Pero es que siempre insisto, en meterme en acertijos
Y contar cómo lo viven pibes, pibes de mi edad
Criado en los 90, nacido en la ciudad
Criado en Villa Angélica, soñando con volar
En aviones que veíamos el cielo cruzar
Criado en sociedad con ansiedad
Con ganas de robar lo que no puedo comprar
Los billetes que tenía decidieron volar
Pero a la crema hay que batirla y no dejarla cortar, es corta pa
There Will Be
You know that everything comes down to having the weekend
Those bottles on the hands
Give him what he asks for, there is nothing to do
Or you have to wait and you don't know when you will be born again
It makes me want to what?, to be born again
And correct myself from the beginning to be a millionaire
Luckily I'm not that shitty
Lets get it on, I'm no more of the crowd
They call me young Crespo, I have
Churro in my pocket, lighter and twine I'm ready
Releasing Higuita's scorpion, do not insist
I don't take the crumbs
I love you and for the friend your little friend
And I'm not going to stop even if they make me look bad
It's just that I am a God like you but you didn't understand anything
You know that what was there is gone
And if you know that if I cross you you have to suck it
The tickets are not mine, as they come they go
They give me love, I turn around and they leave
But it doesn't matter, I'm lazy with borderware
Taking numbers, looking for wet holes I'm not very good, ma
It's what there is nigga, or what there will be nigga x8
So friend I'm not saying what is there
Check the price, I'll have it the same
So friend, I'm not saying what it is
Check the price, I'll have it the same
Look at me straight and tell me that I don't exist
That I don't care much about how I dress, and that's it
If that whore is staring
But I always insist on getting into riddles
And tell how kids, kids my age, live it
Raised in the '90s, born in the city
Raised in Villa Angélica, dreaming of flying
In airplanes that we saw the sky cross
Raised in society with anxiety
Wanting to steal what I can't buy
The tickets I had decided to fly
But you have to beat the cream and not let it cut, it is short for