Young Miko: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 58 Lyrics English Translation by Bizarrap
How did we get here?
I don’t know how many feet above
First class to Madrid
Up here, there’s no coverage
Feels like it was just yesterday
Told Mom I’d be back home
Don’t know when I’ll see her again
But in the meantime, we’re on Jet Skis in Mallorca (Ah)
In the meantime, counting stacks
She who can, can; and she who can’t, endures
My people are good, man, that’s what matters
And now for the baby, I’m flexing daily
So she posts stories from the Bentley
They felt the pressure, now they’re asking for mercy
This is black and white, don’t talk to me about maybe
Baby, here we move gracefully, I mean, I don’t bend
They ask if they have a chance, um, I’d rather not opine
I pull them out of the grave, talking about me? I revive them
They say I should favor them? Damn right, I imagine
Yeah, man, I saw you, outside, in line for my show
Of course, I remember
When you talked shit about me
You stuck to my VIP, you’re a pussy, swine
If they catch me leaving from the Prada entrance
They think they can read me because they’ve seen me on the cover
Biza, turn off the lights, leave me in the dark
Let my people turn on the flashes if I ask them to
But in the meantime, we’re on Jet Skis in Mallorca
In the meantime, counting stacks
She who can, can; and she who can’t, endures
My people are good, man, that’s what matters
And now for the baby, I’m flexing daily
So she posts stories from the Bentley
They felt the pressure, now they’re asking for mercy
This is black and white, don’t talk to me about maybe
Here’s another one
For those who have always been there
That’s hopefully (Hopefully)
You guys never let me go (Mmm)
Even if they see us with champagne that I can’t pronounce
Even if all the brands want to sponsor me
Even if all my exes want to be the official one
Now it doesn’t mean I’m going to change
No, it doesn’t mean I stop being normal
I might be antisocial
Not trusting is nothing personal
It’s just that if they change color, I don’t want to associate
If mine don’t pass, I’m not even going to enter
Don’t feel bad, you’re not that special
They say you talked about me, but you’re out of signal
And in the meantime, we’re on Jet Skis in Mallorca (Ah)
In the meantime, counting stacks
She who can, can; and she who can’t, endures
My people are good, man, that’s what matters
And for the babies, I’m flexing daily
So they post stories from the Bentley
They felt the pressure, now they’re asking for mercy
This is black and white, don’t talk to me about maybe
Bizarrap