Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song T1Ro, artist - AcruDate of issue: 05.03.2019
Song language: Spanish
T1Ro(original) |
| I don’t wanna live no more |
| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
| I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle |
| Another day, another struggle |
| I don’t wanna live no more |
| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
| I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle |
| Another day, another struggle |
| A mis nietos quiero contarles, ansioso, deseoso de más |
| Me gana la ansiedad, primero hay que ser padre |
| Siempre tendí a adelantarme |
| Esas tardes y días, de vías donde el beat lo hacía el hambre |
| Las cosas simples me hacen alguien |
| Se me hizo más fácil rimar que enamorarme |
| Aprendí a estructurar cuando deje de pensar |
| Y al jugar dije: «Que el amor arme» |
| Que interesante |
| Esto no lo habia vivido antes |
| Antes que ese ejemplo con un micro venga a liberarme |
| Bendiciones para el tipo |
| Ese que te hace poner el tema de vuelta pa' saber que dijo |
| Pueden juzgar o no entender mi forma de vida |
| Pero son ellos quienes se privan del ritual de la rima |
| Encontrarme entre líneas es abrazar al éxito |
| No creo en la suerte, le rezo al mérito |
| Sé que unos auriculares son el escape de este mundo |
| Me acercan más a él, todavía lo dudo |
| Me voy de casa y dejo letras en el suelo de papel |
| Para no perder el rumbo |
| Las cosas simples me hacen alguien |
| Se me hizo más fácil rimar que enamorarme |
| Aprendí a estructurar cuando deje de pensar |
| Y al jugar dije: «Que el amor arme» |
| Que interesante |
| I don’t wanna live no more |
| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
| I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle |
| Another day, another struggle |
| I don’t wanna live no more |
| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
| I’m living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle |
| Another day, another struggle |
| (translation) |
| I don't wanna live no more |
| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
| I'm living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle |
| Another day, another struggle |
| I don't wanna live no more |
| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
| I'm living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle |
| Another day, another struggle |
| I want to tell my grandchildren, anxious, desiring more |
| Anxiety wins me, first you have to be a father |
| I always tended to get ahead |
| Those afternoons and days, of tracks where the beat was made by hunger |
| Simple things make me someone |
| It was easier for me to rhyme than to fall in love |
| I learned to structure when I stop thinking |
| And when playing I said: "Let love arm" |
| Interesting |
| I had not experienced this before |
| Before that example with a mic comes to set me free |
| Blessings to the guy |
| The one that makes you put the topic back to know what he said |
| They can judge or not understand my way of life |
| But it is they who deprive themselves of the ritual of rhyme |
| Finding myself between the lines is embracing success |
| I don't believe in luck, I pray to merit |
| I know that headphones are the escape from this world |
| They bring me closer to him, I still doubt it |
| I'm leaving home and I leave letters on the paper floor |
| In order not to lose the course |
| Simple things make me someone |
| It was easier for me to rhyme than to fall in love |
| I learned to structure when I stop thinking |
| And when playing I said: "Let love arm" |
| Interesting |
| I don't wanna live no more |
| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
| I'm living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle |
| Another day, another struggle |
| I don't wanna live no more |
| Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door |
| I'm living everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle |
| Another day, another struggle |