Bandolero (part. Big Soto y Jambene)

Forgive me, mom
Because my way
Is not what you wanted

Making money
In bad deeds
You told me

This life I lead feels like it's passing quickly and time goes fast
And I have to do things
That others didn't
So I can do better

But if you live
With no money in the account
I'd rather die
Than be in a cell
Or be
Free

With no money in the account
Because

I like the streets, the fame, the money
Let people talk, I think of myself first
Women look for my partner like that
Forgive me, mom, for being a bandit

I can't change
The times
We're already here
Forgive me, mom
For being a bandit

And if time goes fast, it doesn't matter because we always go all out
Drinking and singing, partying and touring, that's how I spend my time

But if you live
With no money in the account
I'd rather die
Than be in a cell
Because

Soto
Before I die

I go to the streets, I spend the money
I kill the one who messes with me first
Women look for my partner like that
Forgive me, mom, for being a bandit

Forgive me, mom (Forgive me, mom)
For being a bandit (Being a bandit)
Forgive me, mom (Forgive me, mom)
For being a bandit