There are days that I don't understand anything, my life on a scale
I know it, I'm not normal, my girl still has hope
Thanks for putting up with me, I know that all this is tiring
And thanks to God for this pencil
That if I tell it 'Kuduro', it always dances
A shout-out to Don and to life for giving me this gift
Of being able to narrate my life in a song
I do this for fun, even when I'm not in the mood
And I wrote this one in case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm clear that everything ends
But the day that it's my turn
My people won't lack anything
And now that I achieved everything that I once dreamed of
Did you think that I was gonna tone it down? No
My footprint is indelible
They all sound the same, like vapes, they're disposable
Another call came in, it's the accountant
Just to tell me that what's coming in is uncountable
And I don't know why, but I want more
Even if more money means less peace
I want to be a 'forever', I don't want to be a 'maybe'
Even if I have to wear this disguise every day
And pretend that it doesn't hurt me
But I turn all that pain into decibels
That's what sets me apart from you
That if the paper runs out, I keep writing on the walls
And many have seen that, that's why they don't cross the line
And I'm here thinking about those times at Maya
When I sang for free and the next day went to the beach
Things that simple are what I'll take with me when I leave
And when I leave, please, don't cry for me
When I leave, play my songs, that way they never die
When I leave, please, don't cry for me
When I leave, play my songs, that way they never die
F*cker, I'm still here, and who's gonna get me out of here?
My muse is infinite, it's your turn to put up with me
I busted my *ss for this, now to see me you gotta pay me
And to get me out of the house, you gotta wire me
It's not 100k anymore, now it's a bit more
Half a mil per show, maybe a bit more
I'm with my lady watching Netflix, laid way back
The machines in the garage, this ain't Mario Kart
This is Gran Turismo, GT-R Nismo
I don't need codes, I am the algorithm
I don't know why the f*ck I felt like switching the rhythm
There was nobody in the studio, so I did it myself
That way there's no room for error
I took off two years and they're still behind on the score
Lower your tone with me, if you'd do me the favor
It's not the first day of class anymore, now I'm the principal
Fear is still with you locked inside the drawer
The guy who carries my bags is earning more than you
I was giving you a break so that you could fill the notebook
But you can't hit one, not even playing roulette
They stay behind me, they look like zombies
They flex with brands in the videos, then return the outfit
I'm buying new clothes so I don't have to do laundry
I'm already bored of all this sh*t, I'm gonna make a country album
Look at me, they greet me at Louis Vu
As if the cacique of the tribe just arrived
F*ckers, you're missing ethics to reach these numbers
It's like comparing a Supra to a Celica