Otro Rango

Music, maestro
One, One, One, One, Two
Yeah
Under the storm, I sing
Yeah
Under the storm, I sing and I don’t even sing (listen up, check it out)
And I don’t even sing
Yeah
Yeah

Let whatever's loose fall
Tooth for tooth
Death for death
Eye for eye
Liars fall like cats, they end up limping
Look for the bodies at the bottom of the brush (Where they go)
The tongue is a whip for the ass
I’ll see them justifying themselves, I assure you
I’ve heard what they say and think they’re tough
But I throw a song without intention and the vultures (cold south)
Wanting a lot, grasping little
And thanks to my crew, they’ve made some marks
People are ungrateful
They have cracks that kill them
I’m no longer that Julián, the one who used to gather the legs (smoke)
A lot of light attracts flies
My career is long
And I’ve never had a break
I keep making my money with this rough music
That movie of yours is Oscar-worthy
Yeah

I feel like the handle’s coming off
Life’s a dance and I don’t dance, no
They say it’s not that serious
And in the meantime
Under the storm, I sing, I
I feel like the handle’s coming off
And now I’m on another level
I’m made of flesh, I bleed too
And in the meantime
And in the meantime (check it out)

Everything that rises has to fall
Everything falls by its weight
One day it stops raining
One day it stops hurting
The last one laughs best
Real men feed off mistakes, and
Everything that rises has to fall
Everything falls by its weight
One day it stops raining
One day it stops hurting
The last one laughs best
Real men feed off mistakes, and

Yeah
Yeah
A barking dog doesn’t bite
Used to the pressure
Like playing on the green
Today I feel like Héctor Lavoe
The day of my luck has come
We’ll see if you have the guts
When you face death, man (man)
Friend, a peso from the pocket
I know you think you’re tough, dreaming of being a crook
I catch the vibe
You’re still too yellow
Shooting gets easy if you do it in a simple way, man
From saying to doing, there’s a lot
You act like a fool
To end up being a snitch
The fish dies by the mouth
The cat goes with its ambition
The dog dies from being too trusting
The pig is cannon fodder
Yeah

I feel like the handle’s coming off
Life’s a dance and I don’t dance, no
They say it’s not that serious
And in the meantime
Under the storm, I sing, I
I feel like the handle’s coming off
And now I’m on another level
I’m made of flesh, I bleed too
And in the meantime
And in the meantime (check it out)

Everything that rises has to fall
Everything falls by its weight
One day it stops raining
One day it stops hurting
The last one laughs best
Real men feed off mistakes, and
Everything that rises has to fall
Everything falls by its weight
One day it stops raining
One day it stops hurting
The last one laughs best
Real men feed off mistakes, and