Milagrosa
Dios, dame tu mano milagrosa
El humo de la Mary Jane me hizo olvidarme las cosas
Intenté amar, me salió mal
Me movió el money, empecé a josear
Me escapé, mi alma estaba cansada
No tengo futuro, lo tiene mi voz
Agradecí en las malas, si progresé sin nada
Yo no sé vos
Fuck that
Vi mentira en sus caras y mierdas raras
Me escapé, mi alma estaba cansada
No tengo futuro, lo tiene mi voz
Agradecí en las malas, si progresé sin nada
Yo no sé vos
Fuck that
Vi mentira en sus caras y mierdas raras
Nunca excluí a la gente
Sola se fue la gente
Sé quién estuvo siempre
Varios se me murieron
Me lo guardé en la mente
El progreso, lo noto
Mañana seré un genio
Pero hoy soy un loco
Loco que tiene un sueño
La vida nos dio poco
Y eso que he vivio' mucho
Vi cartuchos, vi dinero
Limpio o sucio
Tengo astucia, salí de ghetto
Pero nunca te he vendido un discurso
Hago trap, trap rap, pop, pop punk
Y en ninguno te disgustó
Me disculpo, vi el abismo
Ya no me asusto
Ya no soy el mismo que era antes
Enfoqué mi mente en ser cantante
Se viró el que no quiso ser parte
Sé que mi valor pasó al bastante
Cambié mi musicalia'
No empatizo en su realidad
Fuck al mundo y su humanidad
Mi alma no me dejó cambiar
Me escapé, mi alma estaba cansada
No tengo futuro, lo tiene mi voz
Agradecí en las malas, si progresé sin nada
Yo no sé vos
Fuck that
Vi mentira en sus caras y mierdas raras
Dios, dame tu mano milagrosa
El humo de la Mary Jane me hizo olvidarme las cosas
Intenté amar, me salió mal
Me movió el money, empecé a josear
Miraculous
God, give me your miraculous hand
The smoke of the Mary Jane made me forget things
I tried to love, it went wrong
The money moved me, I started hostling
I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my voice has it
I was grateful in the bad times, if I progressed without anything
I don't know about you
Fuck that
I saw lies in their faces and strange shit
I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my voice has it
I was grateful in the bad times, if I progressed without anything
I don't know about you
Fuck that
I saw lies in their faces and strange shit
I never excluded people
The people left alone
I know who was always there
Several died
I kept it in my mind
The progress, I notice it
Tomorrow I will be a genius
But today I'm a crazy
Crazy one who has a dream
Life gave us little
Though, I have lived a lot
I saw cartridges, I saw money
Clean or dirty
I have cunning, I left the ghetto
But I have never sold you a speech
I do trap, trap rap, pop, pop punk
And in none of them I disgust you
I apologize, I saw the abyss
I don't scare myself anymore
I'm not the same as I was before
I focused my mind on being a singer
The one who did not want to be part turned away
I know that my value has passed to quite
I changed my music
I don't empathize with their reality
Fuck the world and its humanity
My soul didn't let me change
I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my voice has it
I was grateful in the bad times, if I progressed without anything
I don't know about you
Fuck that
I saw lies in their faces and strange shit
God, give me your miraculous hand
The smoke of the Mary Jane made me forget things
I tried to love, it went wrong
The money moved me, I started hostling