TRIGO SUCIO

This is you
And who’s that?
Death
Don’t mess with me
A betrayal, they’re plotting against you
What a mess, what a mess
Is she any good, right?
No, babe, no
History repeats itself, this has happened before
What do you mean it’s happened before?
What the hell does that mean?
Knowing will cost you another fifty
Damn fortune teller

From behind, scorpions
I feel them creeping up on me
Those bastards are gonna end my life
My soul’s messed up and I’ve lost my guarantee
Everything was beautiful, cousin, that’s what they told us
From behind, scorpions
Angels and harpies
My chest and my wallet hurt, my bad
What more can I do to end this agony?
Escape from this shit, I only see empty souls

If I gotta get my hands dirty, then I will
But this situation is shady
I think I’m outta here, dude
I know that’s really messed up
In fact, I miss being in her bed
I step outside and fight
I’ve gone 21 days without being drunk, without scoring a hit
Don’t celebrate yet, man
I’m feeling all twisted
I look in the mirror, don’t know if I should throw a punch at that guy
The tree has fallen, bring the saw
Dude, it’s been a long time since I’ve heard myself
And I hear your old man when he tells me you’re a junkie while I pop the cork, I treat him to a snack
I didn’t tell him I saw you score two hits yesterday
Sometimes I think I have no roof
Other times I feel like a loser who wants a bullet in the chest
To see if I can empty this emptiness that never leaves me satisfied (shoot me)
Bargaining prices like Ronaldinho Gaucho (aritz)
Tonight, Estopa in the steppe
Gram by gram, piece by piece
The street’s really hot, 38 degrees, smells like rubber (aroma)
When you were in my class (Maria)
Your dad wouldn’t let you leave with me
But who stayed with you when he came home late?
Brothers selling out for a couple of bucks
Just look at them
Forget them and focus on yourself like Omar Lenders
Broken promises, now they’re nobody
At twelve, the mayor was already greeting me
Rumors on the streets said I was gonna be someone big
I remember when I was in New Cross Gate in a choir with an Arsenal shirt (William Hill)
There are two guys from Chelsea giving me dirty looks
I pull out 66 pounds, the greyhound 6 is gonna win (find him)
The other five have eaten another fix, lard and caviar
I had to run because if not, I was gonna get caught
This is a wasteland, ground eggs, farm eggs
Looks like I’m doing it on purpose
But I’ve bet triple what the hostel cost on Curry triples in the All-Star
I’ve won a good amount of cash and this damn discomfort hasn’t gone away
Stay away from people who only drag you down
I don’t give a shit about your AKA, I won’t even say your zip code
Put your mom on a pedestal
Her heart’s in suspense when you’re not around
Where are you going looking like that, like Bisbal?
Stop acting up, painting on glass, saying you move weight and all
You’re scared of a local cop
You went for lard and got burned
I don’t count calories but I’ll blow your mouthpiece
Miscalculating the calculator to get an extra on the paycheck
Hungry kids without a workday

I’m a legend and I’m still not dead (where are you going?)
I don’t need to roll with four thugs behind me to feel like Toretto
I earned my respect all on my own, since I was a kid
I fought with bastards who wanted to take my Cheetos (Cheetos)
I’ve had a coffee in every dive in the district
I’ve seen a lot of smart ones get knocked out
Santeros making cash
Priests wasting dough, infinite rolls
I’ve seen friends blow their severance in the time it takes to play a Fito song
If you want me to compete, I’ll compete
I’m outta here before the shot or the whistle goes off
Fortune tellers, in this area, it’s not a fair game

Dirty wheat in this place
They’re sucking your blood
There’s only dirty wheat here
Stay away from all the bad stuff, trust me
Leave those bastards behind.