Текст песни Mi Vida - Mile

Estoy aquí
Luchó una guerra
Contra la muerte
La música es mi vida
La música es, la música es
La música es, la música es
Mi vida-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
La música es, la música es
La música es, la música es
Mi vida-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da (Yeah, look)
Bottle and cap my feelings
Part of my life has got to disappear
To make a killing
Such an expensive house
With glass walls and ceilings
The price of fame is paid off
With any of my opinions
And don't confuse daps in person
And daps in private
Keep your eyes on the ones
That love you and try to hide it, try deny it
And you won't catch me looking past it
Those sheets are over a bed of lies
And you're the fucking mattress
But it's getting harder for them to hate
Taller than my shortcomings
Still don't overlook mistakes
Every track, set them straight -
Chalk line, yellow tape
Only one to hit a stride
The same time I set a pace
But Lord, my feet are getting weary
I said I'd ride alone
But I might need you here to steer me
This narrow road to greatness
Is looking like a mirage
The longer I keep it moving
The more that I'm feeling lost -
Am I lost?
La música es, la música es
La música es, la música es
Mi vida-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
La música es, la música es
La música es, la música es
Mi vida-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
I wish I could plug a projector in my thoughts
A montage of my memories
The special moments caught
Put together an audience screening that's therapeutic
Light a spliffy up
And show you whatever's left out the music
But I only show the past
And how we're used to living
I can't let none of them in
On the future vision
And if you getting nervous
When you see a nigga winning?
Then you know in your heart
That it's cause you ain't going with him
Nah, cause snakes don't ever come in handy
I keep a circle small enough
Make it part of the family
And the circle's gold
We huddling for our namesake
Circle still small enough
To try eat off the same plate
Cause lately I'm burning myself out
Opinions and comparisons
Enough to lose count
Told who to be and what to say
Shit I could do without
By niggas that never put in the practice
From word of mouth
I wish that I could pick my pressures
Like dealing with the kind of being next up
Over every opinionated rapper playing dress-up
These are thoughts over drinks
With my main thing when I fess up, Lord