Haciendo Memoria (part. Los Plebes Del Rancho de Ariel Camacho)

Making memories, all the things I've done, the risks I've taken
To let the rain fall on the clouds

I remember a situation that went south
I wanted to, but honestly, I couldn't

Save the load that the plane was carrying
I jumped in the driver's seat, knowing it was a big mess
I was on the edge of death

And one of the trucks was a Nissan
I was flooring it, looking back
And the gas tanks were flying

A Sierra was roaring, but it veered off
The two pilots, he rescued them
My buddy Cochito knows what's up

I threw a distraction, but I didn't stop
It felt bad, but I held my ground
More than four hundred of white stuff, the uniforms caught

Fourteen bullet holes in the truck, it was in the report
But the one who had the trouble, that time, took off into the woods

The 3-5 heated up that time
By air and by land, looking for a bearded young guy
But I was always on my toes

There, little by little, I left them behind
In that moment, I wanted to be Flash
They say back in the ranch that I was really lucky

The night helped me too, besides
I covered myself in mud for more camouflage
And for a while, I hid in a puddle with reeds

I threw a distraction, but I didn't stop
It felt bad, but I held my ground
More than four hundred of white stuff, the uniforms caught

Fourteen bullet holes in the truck, it was in the report
But the one who had the trouble, that time, took off into the woods