El Último Del Contrato

It all started in a damn dream, mansions, designer clothes
I'm a musician, not a camel
I travel the seven seas with gold hanging around my neck

This is not a one-day thing
Back when YouTube didn't pay, when Spotify didn't exist
When singing for thirty euros was a joy
When I left home not knowing if I'd return, yeah

How many women have come and gone, how many stories I've told you
How many bastards betrayed and bit the hand that always cared for them, yeah
I'm the one on this island
And whoever dares to argue, mommy, God bless them

I take care of my kids with respect and joy
So they can continue with music and make it big one day
I walk to the party in the Ferrari or the X6
I only show what I want and that's what you see
Although I've been through depressions, anxiety, and stress
Fame for a kid is hard to understand

Seeing mom once a month or watching everyone laugh at things that aren't funny
And being high at every party isn't a sign of success
For me, it's a disgrace
And this money can buy anything, but it can't buy another childhood
Or being fully in love and losing everything because of distance

If they don't call me, don't cry for me, yeah
They know about me from what others say, yeah

And then they ask, and then they screw up
Mommy, I'm not a bank for everyone to rob me, yeah-yeah
Even if times change quickly, there will be better ones
I'll always keep my girl in all my prayers
And all my brothers, no need for mentions
With whom I traveled the world writing songs

Half of those who were here, baby, are no longer
I sent them all to hell with their fake love
You idolize another junkie and his alley
I was born to be a star and that's what I am now

Those checks can't match it, mommy
I chose freedom, it's my religion
I created all this from my room
You're just another whore in that bunch, hey

Stick to the new ones to shine, pimp
I'm still top 3 in all of Spanish music
Billing close to a million per show
If you wanted to be here, you should have paid attention, hey

You at 30 still saying you'll make it
And here I am thinking about when I'll retire, me
Wondering if I really want a kid or not
Yeah-yeah, yeah, mommy

Look at my generation
Of those who came out, only Pucho and I remain
Four of the others were ruined by the industry
And the four that remained were consumed by the role, blessed
And I only give thanks to God, for this gift, my blessing

Skinny