Sueños Lyrics (English Translation) – Kronno Zomber

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I sit in like x-tentation
Throwing more punches than Tyson
I don’t look back I just walk straight
On the new generation
Another phille turns on
We’re chilling
Flow like tyon
No money needed
Give me a mic and a pen
And I have enough to feel like an icon
They listen to you on TikTok
Me for hip hop
I break necks with my record
I’m sorry I haven’t seen yours
You better shut your mouth
Galactic like Isco
How can I explain it to you
Since I was 12
Composing beats
I’m already over 30 and something
If I put serious into it
Even the midi cracks
Sold out in Mexico city
Let’s go habibi
Filling 3000
The bibi spotlights point at me
In da club like fifty
I’m going to die like eazy
You weigh the drügs
I weigh my lyrics
The day I retire from hip hop
The city stops
Wow!

This hurts you more than a lie
Hold your breath and sigh
I’m not letting myself get carried away with anger anymore

You’re pulling the thread too much
And I warn you that it doesn’t stretch anymore
She doesn’t look at me anymore
With those eyes with which she looks
With the look with which she looks at me
Since I come back crazier and thinner
After 2 months of touring
And it spins
My head spins and it doesn’t stop
I go out at night escaping from the day
And I end up drinking until I’m alienated
How do I look for a future
If it’s the past that keeps me
How do I raise my head
If I don’t have my side to stop
Giving everything my baby
For the family and for the life that I fill
If it doesn’t suit me I’ll leave
(If it doesn’t suit me I’ll leave)
Giving everything my baby
For the family and for the life that I fill
If it doesn’t suit me I’ll leave
If it doesn’t suit me I’ll leave

Dreams, dreams
We grew up Running against the clock
Dreams, dreams
Money couldn’t have made me better
Dreams, dreams
Fame as the last drop and
We drank the water that drowned us

I’m a slave
Of the s*it I live
The s*it I smoke
The s*it I record
Writing songs
That don’t take me anywhere
And no matter how hard I try
I always end up being the bad guy
Tell me I’m not that bad
If I forgave when they were wrong
Dreams, dreams
Children, adults
They give me goosebumps
Feeling the rhymes of
Marshall Mathers
I want to go back, don’t fu*k with me
Before the dollar, fashion and change
I want to feel that desire again
To see how the world burns

The child from the south more deserted than the Dakar
Looking at the cross waiting for the saint
(What a life)
What a b!tch life but I love it
We fly to Mexico for Vanalanta
The pop star daddies

They’ll tell you I have everything
And I have nothing
eh, I’ve told you my life, I’m not writing anymore
I’m looking for the truth and it never comes
If anxiety puts you in the cave
You’ll get out
The child I carry asks me for more
But I can barely hear his voice
The older man condemns it so much
I know, I know
Nobody wants to grow up here
Direct seizure of our soul
And dreaming is hardly talked about
It’s hard for me but I face it
Day and night and the same story
I’ve had days of entertainment
And I’ll spit on you until I’m dead

Dreams, dreams
We grew up running against the clock
Dreams, dreams
Money couldn’t make me better
Dreams, dreams
Fame as the last drop and
We drank the water that drowned us