More songs by DFZM
Description
Producer: Bowdozen
Artwork By: Brayan Camilo Moreno Cruz
Vocals: DFZM
Executive Producer: Juan Vargas
Producer: Keityn
Producer: Martiz
Mixing Engineer: Panda Beard
Producer: Panda Beard
Mastering Engineer: Sergio "PRIMO" Robledo
Mixing Engineer: Sergio "PRIMO" Robledo
Composer, Lyricist: Dylan Ferney Zambrano Montaño
Composer, Lyricist: Geovanny Andrades
Composer, Lyricist: Johnatan Steven Restrepo
Composer, Lyricist: Juan Camilo Vargas
Composer, Lyricist: Martiz
Composer, Lyricist: Sergio Robledo Arango
Lyrics and translation
Original
Uh, who love me, man?
Uh. ¿Quién?
¿Quién? ¿Quién dice que no podemos estar acá?
Llámalo, que nos vengan a sacar. A estas alturas ya no hay nada que demostrar.
En hacer chavo me tengo que concentrar, si tiempo atrás yo estaba atrás, ahora sé lo que quiero.
Uh, plata y salud para el que aguantó como un guerrero, una vida lejos de todo este reguero. Mi paz mental no depende de ningún hombre.
Dios mío, que los míos nunca pasen hambre. Me le quedé en la mental que olvidó mi nombre.
Perdí la fe, toca buscarla, ¿pero dónde?
Unos dicen que en Dios, otros en la sangre, who love me, man? Uh. Es simple la pregunta: ¿Quién me ama?
¿Quién va a llamar para atrás cuando lo llame? Nadie responde y me pregunto: Who love me, man?
Uh, es simple la pregunta: ¿Quién me ama?
¿Quién va a llamar para atrás cuando lo llame? Me levanté de cama y mi vida volví a escribir.
Saqué lo que sentía, que no iba ahí. Le puse hielo al corazón, no volví a enamorar.
Le puse chavo a la razón y empecé a trabajar. Corriendo a full track en el desierto me puse a pensar.
Yeah, yeah. Who love me?
Yeah. ¿Qué será lo que Dios tiene para mí?
Si llamo a ma', no dice: "Mijo, me parece caro". Me siento cansado, pero qué linda se ve al reír.
Me siento aburrido, estas mujeres no me dejan ir y ya me quiero ir.
No sé si pertenezco, a veces me miran mal como que apesto, y es que mi energía no es apta para ineptos.
Rompí las reglas de esto, el Latin Grammy contenía el centro. Sea como sea, ya estoy adentro.
Yo solo quiero estar en paz con mi interior. Cogí una pa' que cien, le puse taco interior.
Ver a los míos ganar, disfrutar que se les dio.
El trabajo nadie lo vio, los bobos dicen que es suerte. Who love me, man? Who?
Es simple la pregunta: ¿Quién me ama? ¿Quién va a llamar para atrás cuando lo llame?
Nadie responde y me pregunto: Who love me, man?
Uh, es simple la pregunta: ¿Quién me ama? ¿Quién va a llamar para atrás cuando lo llame? Yeah.
English translation
Uh, who loves me, man?
Uhh. Who?
Who? Who says we can't be here?
Call him, let them come and take us out. At this point there is nothing to prove.
I have to concentrate on being a kid, if a long time ago I was behind, now I know what I want.
Uh, money and health for the one who endured like a warrior, a life away from all this mess. My peace of mind does not depend on any man.
My God, may mine never go hungry. I had it in my head that he forgot my name.
I lost faith, it's time to look for it, but where?
Some say that in God, others in the blood, who love me, man? Uhh. The question is simple: Who loves me?
Who's going to call back when I call him? Nobody answers and I ask myself: Who loves me, man?
Uh, the question is simple: Who loves me?
Who's going to call back when I call him? I got out of bed and wrote my life again.
I took out what I felt, that it wasn't there. I put ice on my heart, I never fell in love again.
I gave in to reason and started working. Running full track in the desert I started to think.
Yeah, yeah. Who love me?
Yeah. What will God have for me?
If I call ma', she doesn't say: "Mijo, it seems expensive to me." I feel tired, but how cute she looks when she laughs.
I feel bored, these women won't let me go and I already want to leave.
I don't know if I belong, sometimes they look at me badly like I stink, and my energy is not for the inept.
I broke the rules of this, the Latin Grammy contained the center. Either way, I'm already in.
I just want to be at peace with my interior. I took one for a hundred, I put an inner heel on it.
Seeing mine win, enjoying what was given to them.
Nobody saw the work, the fools say it's luck. Who love me, man? Who?
The question is simple: Who loves me? Who's going to call back when I call him?
Nobody answers and I ask myself: Who loves me, man?
Uh, the question is simple: Who loves me? Who's going to call back when I call him? Yeah.