VOL. 3 Lyrics (English Translation) – Dora Band

Read the full VOL. 3 (English Translation) lyrics by Dora Band along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: Kinder Malo]
Good morning, good evening, good night
Depends what side of the world hears this line
How you been? You alright? Hope you’re fine
I’m just walking downtown through Madrid in my mind
Heading to the studio, we said ten on the dot
Linking up with my brother for volume three of the drop
Yeah, I’m running kinda late, now it’s twelve-ten on the clock
Dani, start recording, I’ll jump in when I pop
And between getting there and not, what can I say?
What’s there left to talk about today? Let me think for a second
We could talk about earning and blowing it fast
About traveling, women, fast cars and packed shows that last
But I say that in every track all the time
And it’s real, and you know I don’t lie in my lines
Still I’d rather save all that for another rhyme
By the way—
What’s that, kid? That I don’t sound the same?
You want me doing what, chasing commercial fame?
Commercial music’s just a shopping mall chain
One in every hood and they’re all the same
They dress the same, move the same, sing the same, sound the same, all lame
I’m not an artist, I’m just a regular man
No mask on my face, not even for Carnival, man
I’m in love with this, I don’t care ’bout the rank
If I’m honest with you, I don’t care if I’m first in the bank
Or second or third or fourth or sixteenth in the lane
I don’t wanna be champion, I just wanna be sane, damn
Tonight we’re raising a toast
’Cause I tricked sorrow and depression like a ghost
Buried them deep in a box like the champ did most
And I tore down the walls of my room I’d host
They had me locked up tight like pressure in my chest
No therapy or pills got me out of that mess
I healed listening to Paco and Camarón’s best

[Bridge: Pimp Flaco]

You know how I go
At night I talk to the moon alone
And I sleep when the sun comes home

[Verse 2: Pimp Flaco]
Yeah, my closet got more clothes than Zalando racks
I ain’t a climber, but I’m climbing like that
From my room to the studio, studio to the stage
From the stage to your place, from your place to your face
From broke to middle class, from that to millionaire status
Time is gold and I don’t live by no hours on my apparatus
In the Bimma bumping Manzanita or Sicario
Those forty new beginners playing on the radio
I leave ’em for you (for you), for the ones spreading hate in the comments below
For the ones who took this too serious though
Got lost on the way, now they blame bad omens for show
Ever since a black cat crossed their road
Dora, I love you even if I don’t see you much
I’m stuck in Madrid, heart shattered, Gaudí to the touch
Even when it hurts, it’s beautiful, and that’s enough
I can share that cut

[Chorus: Pimp Flaco]
With you I always keep a piece tucked inside my coat
In case I see you on Fuencarral or Bravo Murillo roads, oh, oh
Your eyes are knives, they glow, oh, oh
Co-co-with you I always keep a piece tucked inside my coat
In case I see you on Fuencarral or Bravo Murillo roads, oh, oh
Your eyes are knives, they glow, oh, oh