El Viajero (Jim The Maker Remix) ft. Dracks Meckanickz, Zaheed Santana, Cerdudes & Jim The Maker Lyrics

This is amazing, men

No escribo en el fon

Escribo en el ticket de Gucci

Esperando real esa bullshit

Vivió un mendigo en mi corazón

Sueña que camina libremente en el puente de Brooklyn

Con maíz y cofía en las palmas

Pa' que el estomago coja la calma

Cierro las alas y tomo la pala

La mezclo con fuerza y rabia y lo convierto en dollars

El dolor es el precio que se paga

Cubano domador de aguamala

Buscando tierra plana

Su destino son coches sin casas sin anclas

Fotografiar donde no pudo mamá

Aka el pata rajada, la vida baja

Escribe en tu cora con su navaja

de aquella Cansa, todo lo de la mudanza

Fotografías, recuerdos en estas cajas mamá

I'm never forget of the people

a man on the road every song goes

A time that we perform, our souls are made of gold

I'm never forget of the people a man on the road every song goes

A time that we perform, our souls are made of gold

Say ah, open my eyes from these days

Reality is knocking on my door What a surprise

Talking to myself

When everynobody is around because they may think

That I'm tripping but they're probably right

Trying to find the gold at the end of the rainbow

I'm throwing good shit you can call me green arrow

Since i was in my 20's

I've been feeling so melow

Walking throw this path

But is looking so nerow

Ey, let me start with that for a moment

Need to get my shit together fix

Everything is broken

ah and like a puzzle

I'm in pieces

just put me back together

I'm ready for the rises Flying over you, yes

I'm flying over you You can catch me now

Because I'm higher than a mount of you

Spinning rhymes that are refreshing like a soda

And I had the force, bitch

You can call me master Yoda

I'm never forget of the people a man on the road every song goes

A time that we perform, our souls are made of gold