Yo No Sé, Pero Sé Lyrics English Translation by Residente
I started to rap to see if I fit into hip-hop
In the end, everyone can go to hell
Idiots stress me out
Even the lowest survives
Ask the shit that floats
Rub my balls
I prefer to write relaxed and try to get Sabina to take notes
Sweating verse by verse, drop by drop
Even if there are no fish in the water, I make seagulls fly
While the afternoon lashes, looking at the world from the roof
With beer, Zatu with weed
With the account frozen like Minnesota
In my family, there are so many that money runs out
Happy, but bankrupt
I’ve won so many Grammys that now I enjoy defeats
The punches life has given me leave scars
Giving myself a Chinese massage with a happy ending
Forgive the beat that’s horny
But the landscape is for writing without background music
I live in the city, no garden
Although I can’t balance, I always skate
If I fall, don’t start playing the violin
The ground for me is a trampoline
After falling, getting up from the ring
It’s as tough as hooking up with a Colombian in Medellin
I know there’s nothing more to life (I know)
But what if I don’t want it? (no, no)
I know there’s nothing more to life (ah)
But in the end, I want it (how?)
But in the end, I want it
Crazy, I tie it up and don’t run
While I take this joint
From this round, I splurge horror
What a waste of a turn
I’m in Manhattan, my love
Between Chanel, Michael Kors
And the smell of Christian Dior
I couldn’t care less about it all
I levitate and see life from above
But I feel like I’m inside and need an exit
How beautiful that little house with a balcony
That shares its vision with the one sleeping on cardboard on the avenue
I’m going to climb higher where no one sees me
But I feel like there’s no time and this tide won’t stop
I meet Rene and we pee from the rooftop
And he tells me that even Brooklyn, crazy, has Ikea
I have such a unique style that it scares
And you saw what the influencer you like sells
My rap shoots [?] talks to me like Zaratustra
Another twist
But this time rougher
It’s not what I want to sell you
It’s that I don’t know what to buy that can convince me
I know that even if I deny it, I’m afraid of getting old
And I don’t cry for an award because you have more cachet
Maybe my music is mere ideology
And I don’t care about the result, I enjoy the company
My heart beats and draws this melody
And my lyrics are the photos and memories of this day
I know there’s nothing more to life (I know)
But what if I don’t want it? (no)
I know there’s nothing more to life (ah)
But in the end, I want it (how?)
But in the end, I want it (oh)
There are many places to visit in Andalusia
There is a lot of sun where someone told us they saw it one day
And not to the beach but to the Virgin Mary
We are over forty, allow me to laugh
There is little left, and I feel it in my gums
I don’t sing, I bleed and then offer my sangria
I finish the flight and return to my infamous land
Among the cruel police and the politician Instagrammers
I love adventures
But with this, I can go if I’m afraid of heights
Sometimes I suffer from premature ejaculation
And since we’re on that topic, I’m afraid of priests
A priest who messes with talkative children
I fill his mouth with urine
And strangle him with a sock
While I recite the parable in Latin
So that later Saint Martin forgives me
I remember my ex when she looks at me
Fighting with the wallet I bought with my tour money
I lose attention deficit
When the track starts rolling, and Sanchez shouts: action
I feel like I’m talking to the smoke
With the grass, Saturnino is traveling to Neptune
In the end, I’m a champion like no other
I’m over forty, and my girlfriend is twenty-one
I know there’s nothing more to life (I know)
But what if I don’t want it? (how?)
If I don’t want it?
And I know there’s nothing more to life (ah)
But in the end, I want it
But in the end, I want it
I know there’s nothing more to life (I know)
But what if I don’t want it?
If I don’t want it?
And I know there’s nothing more to life (I know)
But in the end, I want it
In the end, I want it