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Your delivery is on the way
Su-uh
Uh
Ha, yeah
We turn up the volume on the track
TR1 always, shh, anti-fake (yeah, wuh)
I got the vision to find the blind spots, yes, yes, ah
We're not looking for a way out, we sold the entry
I move it like Diego, yeah, yeah
We're at it every day, more than when I used to compete
R2, I always bring new tricks, yeah, yeah
We keep it chill, shining up the moon
To the edge of the cliff
Man, this isn't my job
I make them addicted to this service
Pa-pa-pa-pa, I leave you with four holes
Pa-pa-pa-pa
You're talking, but why does no one even notice you
You're looking for a place, but here you've got no life at all
Ha, yeah, cut the beat
Ha, better behave yourself 'cause the teacher just walked into class
TR1 writing history with conflict and then resolution
Unmasking the fools, taking off their disguises
We turn up the volume on the track
TR1 always, shh, anti-fake
I got the vision to find the blind spots, yes, yes, ah
We're not looking for a way out, we sold the entry
I move it like Diego, yeah, yeah
We're at it every day, more than when I used to compete
R2, I always bring new tricks, yeah, yeah
We keep it chill, shining up the moon
Raising levels
We keep hunting, hunting, hunting, hunting
Recording in hotels
We keep moving, turning, turning, turning, turning
We're calm, raising the levels, they don't want it
Going hard, even harder, and talking you I soften you
Ha, I never hide, baby, 'cause I came out of the rubble
Now I'm taking the dinner out of the oven
And now I'm carrying the whole scene on my shoulder
I like to go all in, to the bottom
If they don't ask me, I still answer
I don't run 'cause I know I belong
La Boca neighborhood, I don't change the environment, brr
We turn up the volume on the track
TR1 always, shh, anti-fake
I got the vision to find the blind spots, yes, yes, ah
We're not looking for a way out, we sold the entry
I move it like Diego, yeah, yeah
We're at it every day, more than when I used to compete
R2, I always bring new tricks, yeah, yeah
We keep it chill, shining up the moon
How much time do they want to give me in all the dates?
How-how-how—?
How much time do they want to give me but I only have suspicions?
How many styles do they want to come at me with this flow that kills you and stalks you?
How-how-how-how-how-how—?
How—?
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