Like father, like son
Same Barranquilla luck
He’s crying, he’s burning,
He’s saying, God damnit.
My dad breathes down my neck
I learn alone anyway
Dude, I kill to eat and get by
I pack it, and roll it nice and tight
Don't feel like a star
Like father, like son
Come in, man, apple from the same tree
Unlucky but free
Which one is my flag
The pretty one or the ugly one
Which one is my friend
Which one is with you
Which one is a brother
You’re a random guy
Don't yell at me, don't bother me
I don't like your jokes anymore
He’s partying, he’s stoned
He’s escaping, he’s crazy
My dad breathes down my neck
I learn alone anyway
Dude, I kill to eat and get by
I pack it, and roll it nice and tight
Don't fuck with people
because everybody is mental
because everybody is back-alley
because it is all full of murderers