El Jefe (feat. Fuerza Regida)

Shakira, Shakira
Ruled Force

Seven thirty, the alarm has sounded
I want to be in bed
But it can not be done
I'm taking the kids at nine

The same coffee, the same cuisine
The same old thing, the same routine
another shitty day
Another day at the office

I have a shitty boss who doesn't pay me well.
I arrive walking and he arrives in a Mercedes-Benz
He has me as a recruit
The son of a bitch, yeah

Are you dreaming of leaving the neighborhood?
You have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mentality
You only need the salary

Bills pile up, being poor is rubbish
Mom always told me that studying everything ensures
I studied and nothing happened, damn life so hard
I work harder than a bastard, but I fuck less than a priest

What irony, what madness, this is torture
You kill yourself from Sun to Sun and you don't even have a deed
They say that there is no evil that lasts more than a hundred years
But my ex-father-in-law is still there, who has not set foot in the grave.

I have a shitty boss who doesn't pay me well.
I arrive walking and he arrives in a Mercedes-Benz
They have me as a recruit (they have you as a recruit)
The very son of a bitch (the very son of a bitch)

Are you dreaming of leaving the neighborhood?
You have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mentality
You only need the salary

You have a shitty boss who doesn't pay you well.
You arrive walking and he arrives in a Mercedes-Benz
He has you as a recruit
The son of a b—

'I'm dreaming of leaving the neighborhood
I have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mentality
I only need the salary

Lili Melgar
For you this song, they didn't pay you compensation
Another fart, as always, at once—

Are you dreaming of leaving the neighborhood?
You have everything to be a millionaire
Expensive tastes, the mentality
I only need the salary