Bye bye - Santoz

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No, pero cortá, eh, un poco más rapero, ¿puede ser?

San Tozan, the blessed, motherfucker

Yeah

Slang that, yeah

One, one, yeah

Y ahora se dio la ocasión, son

Así que mandaré caja y bombo

A sonido sucio, pútrido y esculpido en el horno

Frito al de la luna, único y fundamental, recopilar una a una cada pluma para

que vuele este cóndor

Y ese es solo mi estado mental, con la duda eterna de si este planeta ahora es

redondo

Y si algo me viene a afectar, no paro 'e pensar y no salgo, me valgo y me cargo

mi actuar de cada retorno

Y pedí, te pediste el mic, repite, no es mucha ciencia

Élite presidencial castiga al que piensa

Es lo que hay, una eterna penitencia

Y repite, repite, repite

Y te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

La gente te quiere pero es fácil olvidar

Y te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

Todo es imposible hasta que alguno lo hace

Y si te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

La gente te quiere pero es fácil olvidar

Y te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

Todo es imposible hasta que alguno lo hace

Y decís que todo es una bosta, que vos tiras la justa, ¿o será que lo que no te

sale es lo mismo que no te gusta?

Que rápido-lento, que revolución, que la policía

Todo lo que dice pierde valor si en el fondo nunca lo sentía

Y dejen que cante rap que va a aterrar al choque pa' que paren mal y ponga un

bloque parental al toque

Paren-paren, man, deja que enroque porque no se va a alejar, se va a quejar,

no tiene con que concretar el golpe

Son kilómetros que dí, broki, conquistar el Norte porque vi mi porquería y si

mi vida al borde, homie

No me cometí ni convide ni migas, si las consumí con su misterio,

algún proverbio aviva al norte, son así

Un millón doscientas mil setecientas veintiún formas de explicarlo, y terminamos

Interestelar es que se repiten, repiten, repiten

Y te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

La gente te quiere pero es fácil olvidar

Y te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

Todo es imposible hasta que alguno lo hace

Y si te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

La gente te quiere pero es fácil olvidar

Y te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

Todo es imposible hasta que alguno lo hace

¿Y cómo entender el juego?

(¿Cómo?), ¿cómo empezar de nuevo?

(No sé)

Si vivo prestándole atención a lo que más me chupa un huevo

Es sencillo si, y a la vez complicado, como no saber en que bolsillo había

quedado el fuego, si

Cuando el problema se incrementa, hasta el punto de que la ventana es la que

entra por la tormenta

Sistema y religión que todo lo documenta, anda a explicarle a Dios que la luz

se paga en las cuentas, si

¿Será el inconsciente colectivo?, ¿o será que el colectivo está lleno de

inconscientes?

Tómalo como dato, guárdalo como archivo

Por un mundo mejor, con más mundo y menos gente

Tómalo como dato, guárdalo como archivo

Por un mundo mejor, con más mundo y menos gente

Tómalo como dato, guárdalo como archivo

Por un mundo mejor, que te dice

Te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

La gente te quiere pero es fácil olvidar

Y te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

Todo es imposible hasta que alguno lo hace

Y si te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

La gente te quiere pero es fácil olvidar

Y te dicen: «Bye-bye, bye-bye»

Todo es imposible hasta que alguno lo hace

Y si te dicen

Bye

Bye

Bye, bye, bye

Si (Yeah)

Okey

Sup, my nigga

Put it my name, yoh

Yeah, ah-huh, Emexar Studio, baby, yeah

yeah yeah

yeah

Emexar Studio

No, but cut, uh, a little more rapper, maybe?

San Tozan, the blessed, motherfucker

yeah

Slang that yeah

One, one, yeah

And now the occasion arose, they are

So I'll send box and hype

To sound dirty, putrid and carved in the oven

Fried to the moon, unique and fundamental, collect each feather one by one to

let this condor fly

And that's just my state of mind, with the eternal doubt of whether this planet is now

round

And if something comes to affect me, I don't stop thinking and I don't go out, I take care of myself and take care of myself

my act of every return

And I asked, you asked for the mic, repeat, it's not very science

Presidential elite punishes those who think

It is what it is, an eternal penance

And repeat, repeat, repeat

And they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

People love you but it's easy to forget

And they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

Everything is impossible until someone does it

And if they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

People love you but it's easy to forget

And they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

Everything is impossible until someone does it

And you say that everything is crap, that you just throw it away, or could it be that what you don't

comes out is the same you don't like?

How fast-slow, what a revolution, what the police

Everything he says loses value if deep down he never meant it

And let him sing rap that is going to terrify the shock so that they stop badly and put on a

parental lock on touch

Stop-stop, man, let him castle because he's not going to move away, he's going to complain,

he does not have to make the hit

They are kilometers that I gave, broki, to conquer the North because I saw my crap and if

my life on the brink, homie

I did not eat or treat myself or crumbs, if I consumed them with their mystery,

some proverb enlivens the north, they are like that

One million two hundred thousand seven hundred and twenty-one ways to explain it, and we're done

Interstellar is that they repeat, repeat, repeat

And they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

People love you but it's easy to forget

And they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

Everything is impossible until someone does it

And if they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

People love you but it's easy to forget

And they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

Everything is impossible until someone does it

And how to understand the game?

(How?), how to start over?

(I dont know)

If I live paying attention to what sucks me the most

It is simple yes, and at the same time complicated, like not knowing in which pocket there was

left the fire, yes

When the problem increases, to the point that the window is the one that

enter the storm

System and religion that documents everything, goes to explain to God that the light

it is paid in the accounts, yes

Is it the collective unconscious? Or is it that the collective is full of

unaware?

Take it as data, save it as a file

For a better world, with more world and less people

Take it as data, save it as a file

For a better world, with more world and less people

Take it as data, save it as a file

For a better world, what do you say?

They tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

People love you but it's easy to forget

And they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

Everything is impossible until someone does it

And if they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

People love you but it's easy to forget

And they tell you: "Bye-bye, bye-bye"

Everything is impossible until someone does it

And if they tell you

bye

bye

Bye Bye Bye

Yeah (yeah)

ok

Sup, my nigga

Put it my name, yoh

Yeah, ah-huh, Emexar Studio, baby, yeah