Otra Vela Al Pastel (part. Adán Cruz y BCN)

Babe, I wanna tell you something
Honestly, I’m feeling really stressed about everything you’ve done lately
Please, just let it go
That life will only leave you with bad stuff
I don’t know, I just don’t know what to say to you
All I know is I can’t keep going like this

Check it out, say something, look
Oh, I’m lighting another candle on the cake
Haven’t been to the park or answered my phone in a while
I hurt my fibula, I said yes, but nah
He said: Yeah, Colonel, thank God I made it
I’m in zen mode, happy that they’re buying
The music from my friends, hoping everything goes well
Today I’m just trying to understand that sometimes you gotta lose
I stepped out with two umbrellas just in case it rains again (uh)
A-N-S, I get my act together, then I exist
I was already filling venues, they still called it a bistro
The bold one on fire, wish you could’ve seen it
If an MTV party was the first time for Christ
And a sad dude paying attention
I wrote a record, what a way to grab his attention
Today it’s all the same, it’s the same who was right
If we were part of the problem and not the solution
Dude, what a curse, I hate the glam of your photos
For God’s sake, I hate your blush and the galaxy in your eyes
I got an itch, did it my way again
And ended up on my couch with her calling me lazy (uh)
We’re good, from a distance, but still happy
I’m chillin’, playing soccer, today the national team plays
A talker, Carlitos for a TV series
And for those who play my music, you know I appreciate you

Dumbass, J minus C
Yeah, I tricked you, it was with the NPC
What were you thinking?
Hey, I’m asking, what happened?
I don’t know about you, but I live on the edge
Dumbass, J minus C
Yeah, I tricked you, it was with the NPC
What were you thinking?
Hey, I’m asking, what happened?
I don’t know about you, but I live on the edge (ah)

Limits, maybe that’s what I was missing (for sure)
Like an autumn leaf that got loose (uh)
I let myself go with bangs, dry and gray (yeah)
Far from me, loved ones in the center of the country (uh-huh)
To the root, to where the music brought us (whoa)
From so many tacos in Mexico, I wanted to be sushi (uh)
Battles written in the Spit league
My first sponsors: Sacrifice and ND
That’s where I understood (that’s where I understood) that there was a place for me (yeah)
From REBEL8 my snapback, a tank and skinny jeans (uh)
Hornets bomber, climbing the steps
Sleeping on an old couch in a building from back in the day
Editing for Mikey, gifts from Nike
More than a hundred thousand signatures already, Sharpie sponsor me (what?)
The first selfies were in front of a Macbook
My first autographs I did with Esterbrook
Through Centro Histórico with the Doctor and Mu
Hanging out in Ometusco, the classics from Cruz
It’s not important who I am, but how I am
Critique how I lived those years, not the results of today (no)
Look at the face of ibuprofen, seeing the pain
That I carry inside through how I sound
Floral button-up shirt all the way to my throat
Wrapped up by Franco and the R-A-P scene

Dumbass, J minus C
Yeah, I tricked you, it was with the NPC
What were you thinking?
Hey, I’m asking, what happened?
I don’t know about you, but I live on the edge
Dumbass, J minus C
Yeah, I tricked you, it was with the NPC
What were you thinking?
Hey, I’m asking, what happened?
I don’t know about you, but I live on the edge (ah)
Dumbass, J minus C
Yeah, I tricked you, it was with the NPC
What were you thinking?
Hey, I’m asking, what happened?
I don’t know about you, but I live on the edge.