[Makala - McENROE/ English Translation]
[Intro]
Hey
Ouh ouh
Ouah
Ouuuh
Huh
Hey hey hey
Hey
[Verse 1]
¡No hablas mucho!
The tracks we make are all hot
Bastard, don't come gleaning
I told you the tracks are all hot
I applaud, handshake myself, good job
Rare are those taking the same road
Not much chance to form a bottleneck
No message for the youth
I got RS for them to be reborn
In Geneva like the jet of water
In Bériz like Gaucho
Your girl handshakes us you had a scare
You crush the hand of your gadji
Your self confidence is wеak
The buzz it's all good, but after all
To have sеlf-respect first and foremost
There's a lot of vampires
Wanting me in their vibes
I can't chill they must feel it
I can pretend out of respect
But I won't be at ease
I'm keeping my jacket and my sneakers
Anyway I'm not gonna stay
Move move move move
[Chorus: Makala]
Oh I wasn't, in the back of the class
Too predictable, the teachers watch out too much over there
Horrible boy, with an angel face
The one parents find sweet
[Verse 2]
Rebel from the earliest days
But it doesn't prevent me from being a gentleman
You're tense and you want to change
You feel free like me when you sing on the track
Don't worry, me I know where I'm going
If you freak out for me, it's a waste of time
Young for eternity
I don't give a fuck, me, of being the big boy
Honestly I'ma tell ya' something
All this talent makes me anti-sociable
To shine and go down in history
It means it's not only money that drives me
I'm ending the live, I'm not staying
It's not time to party yet
Even if you're my dad, you talk to me you show respect, okay?
[Pont : Varnish]
Oh I wasn't, in the back of the class (I've chosen my way forward)
Too predictable, the teachers watch out too much over there
Horrible boy, with an angel face (I've chosen my way forward)
The one parents find sweet
[Chorus: Makala]
Oh I wasn't, in the back of the class
Too predictable, the teachers watch out too much there
Horrible boy, with an angel face
The one parents find sweet
Oh I wasn't, in the back of the class
Too predictable, the teachers watch out too much there
Horrible boy, with an angel face
The one parents find sweet