Comida Del Espacio Lyrics English Translation by Natanael Cano
Space Food
It’s WICKED OUTSIDE
Space food, always hard, never move slow
I’ll leave the madness behind, stay lean, but right now I’m still in the brawls
Got a Uzi to kill, like ISIS on attack
Imperial soldier style, with a corrido to set the track
In the Porsche GT3, the devil wears Prada, what’s good?
I say it ‘cause I know, bought him a few Lambos too
And some drops for the stress, I live life real hard, what’s up?
These are the ones that kill my stress, ‘cause millions come in every month
I chill, Marlboro style, my chains solid gold
Just watch, I make millions, two Cartiers in my pants, bold
Eyes bloodshot, solid, real wild
Party lit, the effect of the tabs
Now I’m feeling Natasha, wash it down with a cleanse
But make it double, original, like what Pablo Escobar drank
80s style, that’s how I like to roll
In a Mazda RX-7, cruising through the city, on patrol
I go too far, love to fly high in the fray (Ey)
Even when I’m wild, I stay sharp
But smooth, calm, I move simple
Even with millions, I don’t measure up, ey
I don’t play safe, my escorts ride with me
Millions in my pocket, that’s the fee
A mil or I don’t lift a damn finger
Miami’s what I mean, I float in the sky
Up high with my pleasures—women, drugs, money
Y’all are fools, we move millions
The biz keeps printing, I’m copping Porsches
Got clean money, clean powder too
Let it keep rolling, all to the right with the crew
Love the party, don’t stop ‘til the sun’s up
Hands in the air, if you’re happy, we live at full speed
Compadre Victor, pass it, the green to ride
Badass truck, nose gray from the vibe
Space food, always hard, never move slow
I’ll leave the madness behind, stay lean, but right now I’m still in the brawls
Got a Uzi to kill, like ISIS on attack
Imperial soldier style, with a corrido to set the track
Now they see me villainous, convoy of luxury whips
In Tulum I pass real smooth, but the crowd looks blurry to me
Through Italy and its pleasures, in La Perla I got two ladies
At the club, they watch me on Fridays
Whoever bets on me never loses
In Holland with the homies, all M’s like it should be
For the Afterlife raves, my music in Dubai
Do I live like a sheik? Millions hit my checks
Gold-plated houses, pants say “Valabasas”
Jet ski through Monaco, Swiss banks hold my dough
Richard Mille and Jacob & Co., old man took off in a Lambo
Don’t stop the morning, drenched in champagne
With me, nothing matters, she even started cleaning stains
A stack of blues with bands on top
Private island, yacht life, I’m at the peak
Who’s taking me down from here?
Tonight the movie’s playing loud
Phone ringing off the hook, “Ring-ring”
Don’t stop no matter who tries, had the ugliest one right in my eyes
Space food, always hard, never move slow
I’ll leave the madness behind, stay lean, but right now I’m still in the brawls
Got a Uzi to kill, like ISIS on attack
Imperial soldier style, with a corrido to set the track