Ando En Lo Malo (part. Adriel Favela)

Uh

A washed rose that activates my wings
Dilated pupils, in my heart there's nothing
I stay awake
But I feel my body deeply asleep

Between drugs and weapons, chasing the bales
And we outsmart the cops, the skeleton watches over me
I keep the fakes at a distance
The picture is complete

I walk in the bad, the horn is my ally
We gamble our lives, this is a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if they see me busted

And a Super that carries the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all planned out, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Uh!
And that's how his buddy Gabito sounds, old man
What's up, bro?
Pure Sonora, buddy Adriel
That's it, old man
Hahaha
Oh, fuck!

Customized Fusca, frozen grips
I fear nothing, I jump without thinking
I know how to move in silence
I count the time

Fame and frog skins, they move in the trickery
This life is borrowed and I owe it nothing
I enjoy the moments
I don't live off memories

I walk in the bad, the horn is my ally
We gamble our lives, this is a toss-up
Instinct of a deer
Don't be surprised if they see me busted

And a Super that carries the devil in the grips
The deltas watch over me like shadows by my side
I'm all planned out, an Italian style like the Sicilians
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh