PAROLES
[Intro]
I want you to cry
I’m gonna make you cry
I’m gonna make you wa-wa-wa
Wa-wa-wa, cry
[Verse 1]
Today I woke up joker and you have to put up with me
I don’t want to joke with you, I want to joke about you
You’re a joke, motherfucker, every time you try to sing
Every time you try to rap, every time you try to rhyme
Poor clown, who uses everyone to connect with people
You say “Latino Gang”, but you step on all your people
To give messages, millet, you have to be coherent
If you’re not an artist, at least be prudent
Fuck, it tastes like shit to me, I got a Balvin in my teeth
For lack of empathy it’s your turn to be resilient
Are you aware of the followers you move?
Dude, open your eyes and see the power that you have
Another bad joke are the names of your albums
José, Vibras, Colores, with the devil’s energy
If you talked bad about the family, why do you mix the business?
Partner, life is going bad for you because you are pretentious
Fifty million saw you make fun of me
Switching places, would you like that?
We all look beautiful on magazine covers
And in the pictures we choose to upload on Insta
You took press photos of me
Where I look worse, where I’m ashamed
Then you asked, dumbass, the differences between you and me
Asshole, I’m not that shit
You want me to be recognized for my worst mistake, man
But for busting your ass they’re going to know about Nodal
Who gave you the right to make fun of other people’s pain?
Surely your sack must not be too full
Remember the Johnny Depp case? Well, well
If the unmentionable makes me a case, they’ll see again
Don’t tell me there’s no malice in your black intent
If you do any shit to get a hit
You got a documentary talking about mental health
Fucking hypocrite shit, that’s what you can’t talk about
The shit you do you should meditate
Look how I’m healing and I don’t have to post it
Every time I get close to God or have acts of kindness
What you need are some real friends
That don’t suck your dick when you’re doing wrong
Music videos are also for expressing
But you express pure shit, you disgust me
We are in the 21st century and you enslave
To women like bitches, other people’s sorrow is what you give
You always play with fire and you never wanna get burned
You’re 37 years old and you still can’t mature
Respect is something that money can’t buy
Do you realize that being rich doesn’t matter in the end?
If your goals to accomplish are only material
Look at Maná, and look at Omar, they’re global too
And their motivation is in humanity
They go around spreading love, they get it back
Because the lyrics they sing always connect
That’s called being an artist, dog
That’s called being an artist, dog
A good cowboy ain’t afraid of nothing
Come down to your land and see if that’s how you get your eggs
Cause if you go to mine you’d already be in the cemetery
I don’t want your friends to be throwing me away later on
Make up your mind if you’re a reggaetonero or not
Defend your art, don’t be a liar anymore
[Bridge]
I do this for fun
Because I love it and it’s my passion
Dog, remember I’m already rich
It’s not for business and ambition
[Verse 2]
I’m gonna spit in your face, mijo, sit down and learn
“Bottle After Bottle” was a hit
Above The Weeknd with Ariana Grande, you know what I mean?
You don’t need promotion if you feel the music
There’s people making art from January to December
You fighting with the Grammy’s ’cause you don’t deserve them
You see you’re a joke and you still don’t get it?
You need to pay attention to the one who loves you, not the one who sells
You turn on when someone comes and your plane lands
As I record this piece, my skin is crawling
You’ll never feel it, your voice just makes me laugh
And like I said before, I’m getting on the plane
But only God decides if I’m gonna fly or not
I had a full stadium in your country, in your city
Medallo, motherfucker, I never made it to them
Does that make you laugh? I hope it doesn’t happen to you
Because as Ariel said: “Karma comes and goes”
Everyone tries to repress my personality
I like my tattoos, I like my flow
If being dumb is being happy, well, of course I’m happy
My music is yours, but not my life
I appreciate the advice, but who asked for it?
You’d better follow them, I have my retirement
And if I dedicate myself to this, it’s only because of your love
Here I go at my own pace, calm, no pressure
I sing up to four hours in concert just for passion
But back to the main theme
José, you throw the stone and hide behind the anxiety
And even though in this society you are very cool
Hold on, dude, not everybody wants to be you
If I decided to paint my hair it’s because I wanted
If you want a reference, it would be Chester Bennington
I’m a sunflower because I heal with music
When I listen to your music, it makes me want to go to the bathroom
Reggaeton music is necessary in this life
It also makes me shake my ass and brings me joy
But not the crap that you release, bad vibes
Arcángel, Yankee, Tego, Don are tasty examples
Now to end the subject and put an end to you
If you didn’t learn with Resi, I hope you did with me
I hope it’s the last time someone will break your ass
For now this cowboy hit you with the pointy end of his boot
Compa, smoke some weed
So that it makes you happy and you don’t shit stick anymore, crazy, huh
[Outro]
Haha, good morning, good morning, Josecito
Good morning, good morning, Josecito
You ran into a norteño, stupid
It’s not a nightmare, the cowboy has killed you
