LYRICS GAME

It all started in a f*cking dream

Mansions, designer clothes

I'm a musician, not a dealer

I sail the seven seas with gold hanging from my neck

This isn't a one-day thing

From back when YouTube paid nothing, when Spoti didn't even exist

When singing for thirty euros was a joy

When I left the house not knowing if I'd come back, yeah

How many women have passed through

How many stories I've told you

How many b*stards betrayed me

And bit the hand that had always fed them, yeah

I'm the number one on this island

And whoever dares to argue it, babe, God bless them

I look after my kids with respect and joy

So that they keep at the music and blow up someday

Heading to the party in the Ferrari or in the X6

I show only what I want and that's what you see

Even though I've been through depressions, anxiety and stress

Fame for a kid is hard to understand

Seeing mom once a month

Or seeing how everybody laughs at things that aren't funny

And being high at every party isn't a synonym for success

For me it's a disgrace

And this money can pay for whatever I want

But it can't buy another childhood

Or being fully in love

And losing it all because of distance

If they don't call me, then they shouldn't cry for me, yeah

They know about me from what others post, yeah

And then they ask, and then they f*ck me over

Babe, I'm not a bank for everyone to rob me, yeah-yeah

Even if times change fast and better ones will come

I'll always keep my girl in all my prayers

And all my brothers, no need for mentions

With whom I went around the world writing songs

Half of those who were there, babe, are gone now

I sent every one of them to sh*t with their fake love

You worship another junkie and his alley

I was born to be a star and that's what I am now

Those checks can't match it, babe

Freedom—I chose it, it's my religion

I built all this from my bedroom

You're just another b*tch in that bunch, hey

Stick to the new ones so you can shine, dude

I'm still top three of all that's Spanish

Invoicing close to a million per show

If you wanted in, you should've paid attention, hey

You at thirty still saying you're gonna make it

And me here thinking about when I'll retire, yo

Wondering if I really want a kid or not

Yeah-yeah, yeah, babe

Look at my generation

Of those who came up, only Pucho and I are left

The industry ruined four of the others

And the paper devoured the four that were left, blessed

And I only give thanks to God

For this gift, my blessing

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