Mufasa (part. iseekarlo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ey
From Barna to Madrid, Madrid Barna (Yeah, yeah)
Okay? Hahaha (Ah-ah)

See, I was never one of those who talk just to talk
I've told you, don't start dancing
If you don't want more, never question
What might happen to you if you get fed up
I left the street, but the street didn't leave me
Still looking for that girl

The one who took everything, all mine, bro
See what happened, now she yells at me, because I followed my own path
She's selfish and I'm a nonconformist
Today I hit the streets dripping, look at the mess I bring

Damn, I don't have a stylist, living the life of an artist
I try not to let depression and anxiety get to me
Spinning on the wheel, dodging the truth
Under that tinted glass, I look out at the street and fuck

Every time I was Mufasa, eh, eh
Every time I was at your place, eh, to see you
I'm not for her anymore, she doesn't see it, she doesn't see it
Now it's just me and myself, no room for three

Every time I was Mufasa, eh, eh
Every time I was at your place, eh, to see you
I'm not for her anymore, she doesn't see it, she doesn't see it
Now it's just me and myself, no room for three

Every time, yeah
Every time, yeah
Every time, yeah
Every time, yeah

And now she tells me I don't know