LA ÚLTIMA Lyrics English Translation by Quevedo
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
A tattoo protects me from all the bad vibes
I got it at eighteen, and I’ve never taken it off
God had plans for me, knew I’d be great
And I always feel Him close, though I never speak with Him
When I started in LPGC, it was impossible for music to feed you
I think while entering a Michelin star restaurant
Money changed me, but
Sometimes I can’t stop crying, remembering all the nights I cried
Remembering why I cried, and I wrote and recorded
I stayed up all night
Everything was so pure that where I wanted to be was where I was
When I had nothing
(Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight)
When “leisure” and “business” were two separate words
I can’t go back anymore
And I have so much money, I don’t even know what I want it for
Spend it all, I just want to see myself back to zero
The first paychecks, the first zeros, the first leather
Of my generation, I was the first
I don’t even sleep anymore, if I’m not on the island, I’m in Miami making zeros
And when I’m not, I’m making a cruise album
I need to lose everything to go back to square one
And remember what it took to get out of the hole
Goosebumps while recording “Piel de Cordero” (Lamb Skin)
I need to fall in love with all this *** again
And I can’t do it without necessity
If it’s not out of necessity, I won’t move
I need to go to Los Brezos and see my clothes on the floor
See myself playing at being a rapper and reggaeton artist
Empty beer cans, the lights cut off, and the construction helmet
Now I expect everything that happens
And I’m the same with thirty million as with zero
And it doesn’t surprise me, that’s why they call me arrogant
Because I don’t care if they see me as vulnerable
I don’t care about what others say
And the more messed up I am, the more unstable I feel
The more untouchable I feel, I was born blessed
I want to stay at zero because with zero, I’m still the chosen one
I feel fleeting, on the island, I’m the protected one
God guides me every time I’m lost
And Gonza, I love you, but I don’t even want the Grammy
I sing because it hurts, not for an award
Fame and all that ***, that’s temporary
This is LPGC, from La Isleta to El Calero
Going around in two-door cars, my soul empty
With the LVs that haven’t been released, they look fake
Just arrived from Mexico, bro, for real
I no longer have goals, I’m going to sell my lyrics
Filled all the arenas, bought ten chains
But neither sold-out shows nor VVS in white gold complete me
Not the red carpets, not the fancy suits
They can’t look at me discreetly
They don’t see the *** on my left side
Everyone sees that it hurts me, but they still squeeze me
Almost no one likes me, they want my notebook
Almost no one likes me, they want my card