More songs by Blake
Description
Producer: Blake
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tú no lo recuerdas, pero a mí ya me abandonó Dios.
Creciste con mis temas en el Black Ops 2.
Le puse altavoz a un corazón, faltaban pétalos en esa flor, aprendí a escribir cuando faltaba amor.
Lloré tanta tinta como veinte calamares en el Niágara, se te rompe el alma y luego pégala.
Ya no quedan lágrimas, libéralas y ya verás, la vida pasa rápido, pregúntale a tu abuela.
Infravalorado, pero bien recordado, no lo cambio, una puta leyenda, dale tiempo.
Mira tú, Van Gogh murió sin vender un cuadro y ahora valen cuánto, ya sabes cómo acaba el cuento.
La soledad mata, pero inspira, o lo que es lo mismo, acabas entendiendo todo, pero muerto en vida.
Sigan apuntando arriba, pero mirando pa' abajo, por culpa de las redes lo hacéis todo al revés, carajo.
No me encuentras, yo tampoco busco, nadie aquí es un astro, porque brillamos solo el tiempo justo.
Te quedas con la realidad, la mama de los sustos, creer no se puede hacer aposta, no te culpo.
Van Gogh, infravalorado, no lo cambio.
Van Gogh, aprovecha ahora que nunca habrá recambio.
Van Gogh, mejor recordado, no lo cambio.
Van Gogh, al menos te conté mis penas.
Abro el podcast y aparecen rappers, hablan de que tienen calle, quien tiene calle, calla, solo un detalle.
Quieren todo para ayer, para el pie, ¿para qué? Tienes veinte años, no te me desanimes, eh.
Escúchame, tú, rimas, pero sin letra, me llaman Claudio Pinanfud, soy el puto meta.
No lastiman, nos subestiman, no es lo mismo, pecan de autoestima, están yendo a China con aletas.
Aterriza, te cargarás la mente buscando cariño, de repente el hombre adulto se parece a un niño.
Llora como quieras, pero siempre a solas, es normal que duela el corazón cuando se inmola.
Pintaré otro cuadro más, no le importará ni a Snoopy, me muero y seré portada en Spotify.
Así es el mundo, papi, no me aguanto el hype de que cuando muera el hater será groupie.
Escribo pa' soltar la pena, no por lana, yo vendo mis temas y te compro tres chalets en Punta Cana, pero no me llama.
Aprendí que el dinero no puede comprar el tiempo para el cáncer de la mama.
Y eso no lo mamas hasta que lo vives, pero hablan de la vida sin vivir, por eso el rap está en declive.
Si ves dentro de mis ojos, verás esa cicatriz, se te clava, ya hablo en clave, lo entienden miles.
El telón que gire, que empiece la función, esta canción será tu talón de Aquiles.
Nos dan un talón, no nos quieren hostiles, nos dan la razón solo porque nos siguen miles.
Esto es una masterpiece, pero no saldrá en la cuenta esa de promoción de rap de OGs.
Aquí, si no hay polémica, no hay na' que compartir, eso sí, lees la bio y ahí en grande, keep it real.
Uno contra uno con Snipe, BLK de fondo, sin TikTok ni streamers en el combo.
Con la MSN remontando al PSG, tú sacándote la noob, yo escribiendo en forma tres.
Aquí estamos otra vez, niño, díselo, grítalo, la mejor época del rap ha vuelto y ya tocaba, ¿no? Se queda en bucle, déjalo, ¿pa' qué cambiar lo mágico?
Llámame clérigo, te di tus mejores hábitos.
Van Gogh, infravalorado, no lo cambio. Van Gogh, aprovecha ahora que nunca habrá recambio.
Van Gogh, mejor recordado, no lo cambio. Van
Gogh, al menos te conté mis penas. Van Gogh, mejor recordado, no lo cambio.
Van Gogh, mejor recordado, no lo cambio. Van Gogh, mejor recordado, no lo cambio.
Van Gogh, al menos te conté mis penas.
Van Gogh, infravalorado, no lo cambio.
Van Gogh, infravalorado, no lo cambio.
Van Gogh, infravalorado, no lo cambio.
Van Gogh, infravalorado, no lo cambio.
English translation
You don't remember it, but God already abandoned me.
You grew up with my themes in Black Ops 2.
I put a speaker on a heart, petals were missing from that flower, I learned to write when love was missing.
I cried as much ink as twenty squids in Niagara, it breaks your soul and then it breaks.
There are no tears left, release them and you'll see, life goes by quickly, ask your grandmother.
Underrated, but well remembered, I won't change him, a fucking legend, give him time.
Look, Van Gogh died without selling a painting and now they are worth how much, you know how the story ends.
Loneliness kills, but inspires, or in other words, you end up understanding everything, but dead in life.
Keep pointing up, but looking down, because of the networks you do everything backwards, damn it.
You can't find me, I'm not looking either, no one here is a star, because we shine only for the right amount of time.
You are left with reality, the mother of scares, believing cannot be done deliberately, I don't blame you.
Van Gogh, underrated, I won't change it.
Van Gogh, take advantage now that there will never be a replacement.
Van Gogh, better remembered, I don't change it.
Van Gogh, at least I told you my sorrows.
I open the podcast and rappers appear, they talk about having a street, whoever has a street, stay silent, just one detail.
They want everything for yesterday, for the foot, for what? You're twenty years old, don't put me off, huh.
Listen to me, you rhyme, but without lyrics, they call me Claudio Pinanfud, I'm the fucking goal.
They don't hurt us, they underestimate us, it's not the same, they lack self-esteem, they are going to China with fins.
Land, you will burden your mind looking for affection, suddenly the adult man looks like a child.
Cry as you want, but always alone, it is normal for your heart to hurt when you immolate yourself.
I'll paint another picture, not even Snoopy will care, I'll die and I'll be the cover on Spotify.
That's the world, daddy, I can't stand the hype that when the hater dies he will be a groupie.
I write to release my grief, not for money, I sell my songs and buy you three chalets in Punta Cana, but he doesn't call me.
I learned that money cannot buy time for breast cancer.
And you don't know that until you live it, but they talk about life without living, that's why rap is in decline.
If you look inside my eyes, you will see that scar, it sticks to you, I speak in code, thousands understand it.
The curtain turns, the show begins, this song will be your Achilles heel.
They give us a heel, they don't want us to be hostile, they agree with us only because thousands follow us.
This is a masterpiece, but it won't count as OGs rap promotion.
Here, if there is no controversy, there is nothing to share, yes, you read the bio and there in large, keep it real.
One on one with Snipe, BLK in the background, without TikTok or streamers in the combo.
With MSN going back to PSG, you taking off your noob, me writing in form three.
Here we are again, kid, tell it, shout it, the best era of rap is back and it's time to play, right? It stays in a loop, leave it, why change the magic?
Call me clergyman, I gave you your best habits.
Van Gogh, underrated, I won't change it. Van Gogh, take advantage now that there will never be a replacement.
Van Gogh, better remembered, I don't change it. They go
Gogh, at least I told you my sorrows. Van Gogh, better remembered, I don't change it.
Van Gogh, better remembered, I don't change it. Van Gogh, better remembered, I don't change it.
Van Gogh, at least I told you my sorrows.
Van Gogh, underrated, I won't change it.
Van Gogh, underrated, I won't change it.
Van Gogh, underrated, I won't change it.
Van Gogh, underrated, I won't change it.