RUMBO FIJO Lyrics English Translation by FERNANDOCOSTA
I no longer know what I’m going to do
If you’re not here
I no longer know what I’m going to do
If you’re not here
Hey, hey, brother Blasphemy, take away that shit
I want to get better, you son of a bitch
Fernando, you’re not who you used to be
You don’t sing like in Malamanera anymore
You don’t remember Zerdos and Diamonds anymore
I liked the songs from before better
The bosses arrived
The toughest in Spain
They hooked onto my rhymes
Like with cocaine
I have a couple of angels
Not talking about LA
Like CJ:
“Here we go again”
I have a couple of buddies
Who turned out to be toads
Started with alcohol
And marijuana
First with the fafa
Then with the XANAX
Sold their mom for a bit of scale
Kids in the club selling pills
We grew up with the party, ruin, and deals
Let’s go to the hill for the after-party
When you were making 100, we were making 1,000
How can I explain that I’m an islander
That the world turns when I light the joint
Everyone wonders why I win the prize
Because I’ve been blessed since I was little
So baby, tonight there’s a vibe
Uncork the bottles and light the joints
Blondies of weed and stacks of thousands
Kids on bikes doing wheelies
There are a couple of things I need to explain
It’s not the same to shoot
As to see them arrive
I was working in Ibiza, broke
While they criticized me, they smelled like coke
They only boast about material things
The chain shines, but it’s made of metal
The car they drive is a rental
I bought my grandmother a hospital bed
I cry in the neighborhood, not in the limo
The street already knows where we come from
Mine are pit bulls, yours are Carlins
Mine are real, yours are from the Chinese
It’s like putting Cristiano on the playground
Everyone knows I beat him, but it looks bad
That’s why I cover my eyes and pretend not to see
I’ll let them rap while I don’t rap
I don’t want any of them to get too smart
Anyone who gets too cocky, we’ll leave cross-eyed
I’m warning you, it’s not unexpected
Because next year we’re dropping an album
Fuck that shit
Fernando, you’re not who you used to be
You don’t sing like in Malamanera anymore
A few years ago, I had no clear direction
Now I’m considering having a child
It’s hard to find balance
Seeing family behind the glass
If it weren’t for music, I’d be in prison
Rapping saved me from suicide
For real