Bizarrap joins forces with fellow Argentine artist C.R.O to deliver a nocturnal ride through fame-soaked city streets. The lyrics place us in the passenger seat as the rapper blazes through town, “quemando de esa mierda que te hace olvidar,” unable to sleep for four straight nights. Diamond-studded chains flash, Black Label bottles clink, and codeine-laced “jarabe” fuels an endless party where every block is “buscando medicine.” Over Bizarrap’s hypnotic beat, C.R.O’s voice turns each verse into a snapshot of Latin-trap excess, swagger, and restless ambition.
Yet behind the glittering VVS diamonds and sold-out shows sits an unspoken ache. All the liquor, smoke, and neon are really distractions from a love that slipped through his fingers. He waits for a call that never comes, boards another plane, plays another gig—anything to drown out the silence. “Nadie lo sabe,” he repeats, hinting at the loneliness hiding in plain sight. The track is both a celebration and a confession, showcasing an artist caught between the thrill of success and the cost of living in perpetual midnight.