Click, Click, Bang (Mashup)

(Last Dude On The Track!)

Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen
Who else is gonna go
Click, click, click, bang, bang, hum
Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen
Who else is gonna go
Click, click, click, bang, bang, hum

There’s no dream I won’t fight for that isn’t musical
Kicking it in San Jose with my crew thinking about rhymes
The places I grew up in were never really nice
Not trying to be a snob, but I hope to leave this place one day
I stepped away from drugs, I managed to get my shit together
People we knew got taken out for sniffing
Or shooting up, the methods really vary
And I’m not proud, just telling the truth
The line between truth and lies is thin
Like the one who smokes in the alleys
My people don’t trust the homies, family ain’t business
That’s just dirty money, you’ll sink slow like a leper
Everything got so weird so fast
I hit the shit world and rhyme like a dude from Compton
Musically, it’s just me and my two homies at the table
No excuses, no backup or sponsors if I fall in the pit

Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen
Who else is gonna go
Click, click, click, bang, bang, hum
Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen
Who else is gonna go
Click, click, click, bang, bang, hum

I’m rolling with Shao and Terrible
No time for cats when you’re hanging with tigers
If here for my people from Spain doing business
Rich kids talk about the streets (not my thing)
But they’re more scared than a goalie with Messi on a free kick
We’re back to the 90s (simple)
Brought chocolate but it’s two Kinder eggs
One, two, three, they give up
Three shows in one night, babe (I’m not around this weekend)
Because I’m with the hitters
I’m smoking that good stuff
In the buddha, there are seven notes of all colors
Now everyone’s asking me for favors, even the teachers
I dodge them, in Spain they all shout Ole
Bro, I’ll call you in a minute
At the exact moment, I’ll execute (I’ll take him down)
In the fucking water, Luis Segundo, cambumbo
Or Snoop Dogg, gorilla, king of the jungle, period

Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen
Who else is gonna go
Click, click, click, bang, bang, hum
Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen
Who else is gonna go
Click, click, click, bang, bang, hum (Santa Fe Klan)

We’re rolling through your city
Traffickers of rap, flow, and lyrics
Boots on the ground just like many stages
No matter how much I want to slow down, people want more
I was a beginner, dreamed of being a singer
A fancy car and a house for my parents
Respect and education I learned out on the streets
I used to be a student, now I gotta teach classes
I’m out here making moves
Drowning the pain with glasses of alcohol
Wherever I go
The girls come out of the phone
If you’re a snitch, you’re green anywhere
And if you’re green, I know you don’t get me
Lit with Neto and always lit
Because the one who sleeps gets swept away by the current

Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen
Who else is gonna go
Click, click, click, bang, bang, hum
Right now, there’s no plan
Ugly sequences of life left me feeling bad
How can I think about what’s gonna happen
Who else is gonna go
Click, click, click, bang, bang, hum

(Last Dude On The Track!)