RETIRADA Lyrics English Translation – Milo j
This morning, I woke up with two bodies at dawn
A madness carried over from the night before
I keep wondering why life feels so strange now
Living this good feels unreal somehow
If I waste it, it’s ‘cause I don’t know what to do
If fame keeps chasing me
It still touches and burns, burns (Damn, bro, what a banger!)
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh
I got my show, I got my scene
The boys flexin’, the girls twerkin’
But I’m missing my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira
I just want my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvi—
I got my show, I got my scene
The boys flexin’, the girls twerkin’
But I’m missing my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira
I just want my Elvira, my Elvira, my Elvira
Bitch, now the fame is really after me
No cap, girl, I’m a symbol of respect
Money came in, I spoke it into life
Feeling great, I enjoyed every dime (Yeah-eh)
I’m a millionaire ‘cause I sold out
But I ain’t hip-hop, I don’t wear a chain
Money came in, I spoke it into life
Feeling great, I enjoyed every dime
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss’s sights
FaceTiming all across Latin America
Yeah, I hit up your girl twice, fire plan
If you like my product, then buy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss’s sights
FaceTiming all across Latin America
Yeah, I hit up your girl twice, fire plan
If you like my product, then buy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss’s sights
FaceTiming all across Latin America
Yeah, I hit up your girl twice, fire plan
If you like my product, then buy
No fake zone, fake times, in the boss’s sights
FaceTiming all across Latin America
Yeah, I hit up your girl twice, fire plan
If you like my product, then buy
It burns
It burns
(If they don’t see my name anymore)
(If they don’t see my name anymore)
I like different things, man, for real
(If they don’t see my name anymore)
A little more than just claps and hi-hats
Yeah
I got that worldwide bag, I could be one of the greatest
Got bored of trap, man, now I wanna do folklore
We out here in Santiago, La Banda, land of the singers
I’m cool with the Carabajal cousins, even La Sole
Don’t flex your records on me, much less your millions
Y’all can’t even sell out a show—sit down and listen
I’m so good I could drop the ego
And rub my money in your face the way y’all do in your songs
I got bank accounts big enough to buy three mansions
And still have cash left for a Porsche
My ego’s big as my d—, but I never showed off
I was born with different gifts, real talk, straight facts
At this point, skill, numbers, and age—there’s no competition
We’re the audiovisual authority
The game got daddy issues if they don’t see my name anymore
That’s why, bro (If they don’t see my name anymore)
Yeah
This morning, I woke up with two bodies at dawn
A madness carried over from the night before
I keep wondering why life feels so strange now
Living this good feels unreal somehow
If I waste it, it’s ‘cause I don’t know what to do
If fame keeps chasing me
It still touches and burns, burns
F* your sister**
“Do you always say the same thing?” Hahaha