More songs by Adriel Favela
More songs by Calle 24
Description
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Producer: Adriel Favela
Vocalist: Calle 24
Producer, Composer Lyricist: Alan Lopez
Producer: Carlos Cortes
Producer: Gilbert Cisneros
Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Luis Lara Ayala
Studio: Golden Ink Studios
Other: Alex Hartnett
A& R: Oscar Ortíz
Aand Radministrator: Rodrigo Flores Arias
Composer Lyricist: Daniel Candia
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oye, ahí va. ¡Dice!
A ver cómo está el rollo, viejo. Ah.
Hasta los dientes de diseñador.
Maison Margiela me tapa la cara, nadie me conoce, nadie dice nada. En la patrulla San Diego llegó.
Lente de Versace, de Egipto es el hachís, el tusi chileno de maracuyá. Chingo de morras en la mansión.
Se apagan las luces, se acaba la fiesta, todos se van y me siento solo. Vengo escuchando
Otra Noche en Miami en el Rolls-Royce extrañándote, mami.
Apple y el aro de la Backpack Boys, pensando en desaparecer, largarme en un taxi.
La cadena con la cara de Jesucristo por si tal vez no me salvo.
Pero sé que todo es vanidad, yo lo he visto colgando una de Bragaooo.
Ah. Puro Calle 24, compa Diego. Adriel Favela.
Y así suena la C, el dos y el cuatro, compadre.
Arriba México.
Ey, ey.
Mi vida siempre ha estado entre las cuerdas.
Los recuerdos quedan en esa escalera. Dice yo todo, soy el sucio dog. Chalecos Zipa y de Virgil Abloh.
Rosario en el pecho y siempre de negro. No es un misterio, así lo quiso Dios.
Melena larga como un guerrero. La sangre no pesa, la lealtad le gana.
Un ángel del cielo me eligió.
Vengo escuchando Otra Noche en Miami en el Rolls-Royce extrañándote, mami. Apple y el aro de la Backpack
Boys, pensando en desaparecer, largarme en un taxi.
La cadena con la cara de Jesucristo por si tal vez no me salvo.
Pero sé que todo es vanidad, yo lo he visto colgando una de
Bragaooo.
English translation
Hey, there it goes. Says!
Let's see how things are going, man. Oh.
Even the designer teeth.
Maison Margiela covers my face, nobody knows me, nobody says anything. San Diego arrived on the patrol.
Versace lens, from Egypt it is hashish, the Chilean passion fruit tusi. Lots of shit in the mansion.
The lights go out, the party ends, everyone leaves and I feel alone. I come listening
Another Night in Miami in the Rolls-Royce missing you, mommy.
Apple and the Backpack Boys ring, thinking about disappearing, leaving in a taxi.
The chain with the face of Jesus Christ in case maybe he doesn't save me.
But I know it's all vanity, I've seen him hanging one of Bragaooo.
Oh. Pure Calle 24, friend Diego. Adriel Favela.
And that's how C, two and four sound, buddy.
Up Mexico.
Hey, hey.
My life has always been between the ropes.
Memories remain on that staircase. He says everything, I'm the dirty dog. Zipa and Virgil Abloh vests.
Rosary on the chest and always in black. It is not a mystery, that is how God wanted it.
Long hair like a warrior. Blood is weightless, loyalty wins.
An angel from heaven chose me.
I've been listening to Another Night in Miami in the Rolls-Royce, missing you, mommy. Apple and the Backpack ring
Boys, thinking about disappearing, leaving in a taxi.
The chain with the face of Jesus Christ in case maybe he doesn't save me.
But I know that everything is vanity, I have seen him hanging one of
Bragaoooo.