Текст и перевод песни Pupil·les - Cita previa

Cita previa

Esto pa' tu ego para que se arrugue,
He llegao custiodada entre sol i nubes.
Soy tu pesadilla, soy tu lunes.
Poca pleitesía rey del atotune.
Presumes de mujeres, drogas y dinero,
Vuelvo a darle al play, el amor es ciego.
Nos llamas putas, crees que te seguimos el juego,
Somos dos lobas, nuestra astucia te pega fuego.

I pa' hablar conmigo pide cita previa
Guarda el vacileo que te quedas fuera,
Ya me estás cansando cállate o abrevia
La cabeza alta hasta que yo muera-

Aburrida de tu discursito,
Ya sabemos todas que eres muy machito.
Cuentas los billetes mientras yo me río.
Eres un pringao y un maldito crío
Tus hoteles, tus cochazos no nos impresionan,
Ni la oratoria con la que te adornas.
Palique de oro sigues sin corona
Nos volvemos pa'l Olimpo mientras besas lona.

I pa' hablar conmigo pide cita previa
Guarda el vacileo que te quedas fuera,
Ya me estás cansando cállate o abrevia
La cabeza alta hasta que yo muera

Yo compito pa' verte perder,
Lo estás viendo venir te voy a doler,
Empiezas a caer, empiezas a caer.
Tu en el abismo y yo en trono...
Haces ruido con toda tu promo, nosotras te ignoramos nadas en el lodo.
Vacílame y te como
Te quedas con el bronce pa'las mendas el oro

I pa' hablar conmigo pide cita previa
Guarda el vacileo que te quedas fuera,
Ya me estás cansando cállate o abrevia
La cabeza alta hasta que yo muera

Appointment Needed

This is for your ego, let it crumble,
I have arrived surrounded by sun and clouds.
I am your nightmare, your Monday.
Not much respect, king of lies.
You brag about women, drugs and money,
I hit play again, love is blind.
You call us whores, and you think we're playing your game,
We're two wolves, our cunning will burn you.

To speak to me, please schedule an appointment,
Put away your arrogance, you're not getting past this,
You're starting to bore me, shut up or stop,
I'll keep my head high until I die.

I'm tired of your little speeches,
We all know that you're very macho.
You count your bills while I laugh.
You're a tool and a damn child,
Your hotels and your fancy cars don't impress us,
Your silver tongue doesn't give you a crown.
A golden mouth but no crown
We'll return to Olympus as you face defeat.

To speak to me, please schedule an appointment,
Put away your arrogance, you're not getting past this,
You're starting to bore me, shut up or stop,
I'll keep my head high until I die.

I compete to watch you lose,
You see it coming, I'll hurt you,
You're starting to fall, you're starting to fall.
You're in the abyss and I'm on the throne...
You make noise with all your promo, we ignore you, you're just dirt.
Belittle me and I'll devour you,
You'll get the bronze while the gold belongs to the ladies.

To speak to me, please schedule an appointment,
Put away your arrogance, you're not getting past this,
You're starting to bore me, shut up or stop,
I'll keep my head high until I die.