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
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
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?!
You already know, babe, yeah
From the end of the world, the farthest south
The furthest from everything, f*ck!