Cowboys - Fernando Costa

Días grises, buscando los matices

Quiero oler tu pelo, no quiero que me analices

Comienzo por el coño, voy a llegar a tu psique

La paro a lo Iker, ya no hay goalkeeper

Me voy pal keeper, no doy pa' multa ni pa' ticket

España baila rumba, taconea con repique

No repliques, no le expliques que suplique

La cosa se te está poniendo fea, Felipe

Ahí voy, vengo con mis home boys

Parecen cowboys en un pura sangre

Están comiendo todo y el del medio tiene hambre

Ahora tienen prisa, no quieren que llegue tarde

Desean que vaya al estudio y que le meta un par de

La próxima meta, (?)

Mamá te quiero, desde aquí te mando un beso

Que papito no se rompa más los huesos, los tiene hechos yeso

Pa' mi hermanita que siga con su progreso

Los psicólogos decían que no iba a sacar la ESO

Pos eso, ahora su niña me tira dos besos

Por eso ando relajado, yo nunca me estreso

Y eso que me quieren malo, quieren que me estrese

Y ese necesita ayuda, yo le cavo el foso

Ou, ou, mostro coloso (?)

Al final te la dieron por goloso

Alma perdida en la calle

Caemos en el piso como aguita de mayo

Hombre, al final se ha hecho hombre

Anda concentrado, ahora se fija en los detalles

Hambre, los niños tienen hambre

Plan B, te hace falta un plan B

Sangre, los niños quieren sangre

Al final te pegaron el calambre

Oh my god, mira como lanza

Pero sin mirar, no sé que te crees

¿El rookie del més?

yo rookie del rap

Tirando de 3, mirando pa' tras'

Ganamos el partido encima del pitido del final

La grada aplaude y hace ruido para el equipo local

¿Dónde están?

Los amigos que se fueron

Ahora ya, en verdad no quiero pero

Al final, todo gira por dinero

Estamos pocos pero solo verdaderos

¿Dónde están?

Los amigos que se fueron

Ahora ya, en verdad no quiero pero

Al final, todo gira por dinero

Estamos pocos pero solo verdaderos

Gray days, looking for the nuances

I want to smell your hair, I don't want you to analyze me

I start with the pussy, I'll get to your psyche

I stop it like Iker, there is no goalkeeper anymore

I'm going to the keeper, I don't give a fine or a ticket

Spain dances rumba, taps its heels with a peal

Don't reply, don't explain to him to beg

Things are getting ugly for you, Felipe

Here I go, I come with my home boys

They look like cowboys in a thoroughbred

They are eating everything and the one in the middle is hungry

Now they're in a hurry, they don't want me to be late

They want me to go to the studio and put a couple of

The next goal, (?)

Mom I love you, from here I send you a kiss

That daddy does not break his bones anymore, he has them made of plaster

For my little sister to continue with her progress

The psychologists said that she was not going to get ESO

After that, now her girl throws me two kisses

That's why I'm relaxed, I never stress

And that they want me bad, they want me to stress

And that one needs help, I'll dig the pit for him

Ou, ou, showed colossus (?)

In the end they gave it to you for being sweet

Lost soul in the street

We fall on the floor like little water in May

Man, in the end he has become a man

He is concentrating, now he pays attention to the details

Hungry, the children are hungry

Plan B, you need a plan B

Blood, children want blood

In the end they gave you the cramp

Oh my god, look how he throws

But without looking, I don't know what you think

The rookie of the month?

I rap rookie

Pulling 3, looking back

We won the game above the final whistle

The stands applaud and make noise for the home team

Where are they?

the friends who left

Now, I really don't want to but

In the end, everything revolves around money

We are few but only true

Where are they?

the friends who left

Now, I really don't want to but

In the end, everything revolves around money

We are few but only true