Quieren Mi Luz

Wagyu beef, the sky is blue
They look for flaws but not even with zoom
I don’t even iron the new style
You need more practice, baby, wow

We woke up trending on YouTube
Yesterday it was wine, oysters, and a Moscow mule
I feel like Biggie in Juice
Like Phil Jackson with the Chicago Bulls

They want my light, hey
Life shows me its best face
Even if it’s Monday morning
Or I find bullets among the flowers

God loves me, God loves me
Must be the love that mama gave me
This swagger so fine and cool
This jewelry, look, it’s high-end

But damn, I feel great
Interviews, sessions, concerts
Now music pays for all this
I’m grateful every day I wake up

They say amen, sacred bars
I brought Chanel, made me shine
In another hotel, another city
They ask for photos while buying bread

What a wonder, eyes shining
We started with a little bit
Pretty and simple, smells like vanilla
On the couch, binge-watching series

And it’s like crazy
Looks like God has his favorite
I’ve turned it over a thousand times, searched for answers
And what a drag, let me explain how

It just comes out so beautifully
I don’t force it or practice it
It’s like lighting a little cigarette
So hard, they take it easy

And it’s the truth, my dude
I look in the mirror, I’m blessed
Love and health for my crew
How nice it is to make some cash

Flowers bloom from my land
Eternal roots
Of blood and ivory

Door that closes on my people
I open it in my lyrics
The power of art is like this, like this

Let me shine away from the bad shadow
Because light isn’t sold or bought