Lucifer

He made me choose
In my dreams, he showed up
That guy's pretty slick
But I figured out who he was

He called me over
Brought his crew, military rifle
Old mobster, living it up
Greeted me with a hug

He made it clear
He's been wanting to see me for a while
Let’s toast, but with something strong
To lighten the mood and have a good time

Curiosity
I saw his hand reaching for me
His fingers like an animal's
And in his gaze pure darkness

I paid attention
To everything around me
He put his arm around me
And we walked into another room

Whiskey and champagne
With a little whiskey to set the vibe
Good choice, I’ll join you
You know why I called you over?

Honestly, I don’t know
Suddenly my brother was at my feet
Asking where I’d been and what time I got here
What that guy was saying to me

It’s Lucifer
He says: I know, I’ve met him
What are you doing here? What does he want from you?
I said: I don’t know
He just wants to get to know me

Lucifer turned, didn’t like it
Sent his guys to give my brother attention
And after that, everything went to hell
His crew pulled out a gun

My little brother appeared out of nowhere
Said nothing, just watched
And pulled out a Glock when he saw the shooting

(Always hits where it hurts the most)
(My blood fell, now what am I gonna do?)

Come on, bro, lend a hand
I see he’s still alive and breathing
We made it, we made it
I’ve got the Bravus waiting outside

I feel a hand, and it’s Lucifer
I help you, you help me, you get to choose
This is when you see how much you really care
Honestly, man, it’s not done

If he makes it, it’s because God is great
He’s got the wheel and won’t let go of me
And when I hit him, I’m gonna go for it

What a coincidence you make me choose
You knew it would hurt, you’re smart and so am I

I had to see
In murky waters, I learned to swim
Surrounded by pure devils
And I know how to navigate the flames

He wants to beat me
But I know his tricks well
He knows what I want and he knows it well
But no matter how hard he tries, he won’t succeed

Whiskey and champagne
The finest woman, any restaurant
What car do you want? I’ll get it for you
Everything has a price and you’re gonna pay

Good reflection
Not everything that glitters is gold, sir
Good smoke, meditation
I thank God for giving me vision

Honestly, man, it’s not done
Honestly, man, it’s not done
Honestly, man, it’s not done
Honestly, man, it’s not done

(And that’s how it sounds, your buddy Ian Córdova, man)
(And pure Lucky Music Group)

Honestly, man, it’s not done
Honestly, man, it’s not done
Honestly, man, it’s not done
Honestly, man, it’s not done