MANTECA (part. Dirty Suc)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lo-lo-lo-lo
It's LACOSTA
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

I got my eyes on the butter (yeah)
I need more cash for this rib (yeah)
This world wants to see me on my knees
Hanging out with the rats in the sewer (ah)

Fariña, even if Calao from Camiña punishes us
Look at where you plant your seed (yeah)
But at least make sure the farm's half a mile (yeah)
With a view of the horizon when it shines (no, no)

Breathe, we all chase the same lie (eh)
Something that's been forced on us since we were kids
After all, to the system, we're just merchandise (eh)
Meanwhile, the algorithm makes you smile

It's Rías Baixas, no time for nonsense (no)
The kids are passing through the brotherhood (no)
Ah, this year there's no lottery
I can only trust my expectations (yeah, yeah)

For the kids in the village who see no way out
Who take care of grandma who's now in a wheelchair (eh)
There's no pension for nursing homes or pills
And they work driving, patching up walls

If I'm scared, I can't imagine you guys (no)
But we all smile when it's photo time
I'm about to delete my social media
To see myself in a mask only during Carnivals

We're all different, there are no equals here (no)
Don't let the TV sell you what you already know (you know)
About [?] on the net, pretending you should compare
If you start to think maybe you're not worth it

Everything's worthy in life as long as you work for it
Don't lose focus and don't relax (oh, oh)
But above all, never lower yourself
Do what makes you happy even if you never fit in

In times of lies, the truth made us men

Far from you, I can't be, far from the sea
Like stained by the Prestige, man, never again
A kiss for all the mothers who lost their kids
And to the kids who already lost their mom

For those who always show their face
After all, bro, it never rained without clearing up
For the good, good, and for the bad, bad
I never let a bastard clip my wings, eh

The kids want to progress, not obey
That's why they don't like to talk, if they see it, they don't see
No fear, just a hunger to eat
And the one who leaves is coming back

I got my fingers in the butter, ah
I got my name clean in the game
It's not about what you have, only who respects you
They're athletes, experts at dodging the cops

And, see the glass half full even if it's empty
All summer days with a cold heart
They see me as numbers and I see myself as Thumbelina
I made the mess and filled up with chito

In times of lies, the truth made us men