LYRICS GAME

I'd choose to do this again, even if it didn't work out

I've run my country since I was a kid, I think I'm Gaara

Whenever they want it cheaper it ends up costing them more

Life smiles at me so much its face must hurt

Attitude is something pure, rehearsing it is useless to me

My aim is sharp, I'm really alert to the details

I dreamed about diamonds while I smoked on Lavalle

In the parties there's more gold than the Palace of Versailles

Now that their career burned out they wanna be friends

In the members' club traitors aren't welcome

I land in Europe eager to take everything, like a good Latino

In Salamanca they can't believe that a tattooed face is their neighbor

Light up a smoke, 'cause this is cinema

Duko's here already, babe, let him cook

They asked what planet I came from

Don't even let me start if you're gonna want me to finish

Don't stick your hand in the plate if you're gonna want me to share

Even though words abound, none of them defines me

There's no possible future that I don't imagine

I usually solve a lot of problems that I didn't cause

I don't know what time it is, mmm, as always

It must be time for a hater to suck my d*ck

I down so many bitter shots, I should be a bartender

I set the career on fire like Hendrix did his Fender

They only know how to move for the videos, they mime

My brother mixes, and not for noodles, he does chemistry

The gravity of the matter is so big it breaks the laws of physics

She asks me to give her more time and I wrote her ten tracks, how cynical

How you doing? I get home and they yell 'king', like Don Omar

My life is always a party like Córdoba

If I nail the comeback, I get wasted, all wrong

You already know, babe

Sorry if I think I'm world champion

It's just that I'm Argentine

If I don't grab a GRAMMY before thirty I'll turn farmer

Sometimes you gotta bet, everything in life is a casino

Let me know that I have to calm down, I'm no mind reader

This is cinema, buddy

Light up a smoke, 'cause this is cinema

Duko's here already, babe, let him cook

They asked what planet I came from

Don't even let me start if you're gonna want me to finish

To choose the flows I play tic-tac-toe

I pull out the pencil, stain everything with crimson red blood

They've been trying for years, but they don't do it like this

I drop freestyles that are anthems while smoking in the dressing room

Snow mountain, where are you?!

It's Duko, you know

You already know, babe, yeah

From the end of the world, the farthest south

The furthest from everything, f*ck!