Quiero Ser Baladista Lyrics (English Translation) – Residente

July 27, 2023

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Quiero Ser Baladista Song Detail

Song Title Quiero Ser Baladista
Singer(s) Residente
Musician(s) Residente
Lyricist(s) Residente

[Lyrics of Quiero Ser Baladista by Residente]

I have spent a lot of money on diapers and a bottle
Because in this genre I have more son’ than the milkman
When they mess with the mere mere I take out the bomber and accelerate
And their level drops without them drinking coca-cola zero
I make a hole and enter when I want under the goalkeeper
This gentleman kicking as a striker breaks their
I am the wolf that turns the chicken coop upside down nor do I die with a silver bullet

Always new as first of january
Mine never expires
I no longer shoot punchlines I shoot with a bazooka
My bars throw more smoke than a hookah room
With half a cassava I break their necks
And like farruko their wig flies
Since my childhood I have lucidity
I don’t believe in two I don’t believe in three
I believe in one and zero you see? that’s why I’m ten
I bite them
These pigs can’t beat me not even fighting with only the left eye
Not even if drake bets in my favor do I lose
I ate all of the hors d’oeuvres
In this fishbowl I no longer see fish
Without being interested like when I talk and eat the ese’
They call me “cesar millán” sometimes’
Because when the resident speaks these dogs obey
I am unstoppable not even if they pray a thousand times every month
I’m like messi nailing the french’
Because from calle 13
Rap and I live together like siamese
My handwriting is accurate when it goes fast
I am like a breeze that tears them apart
With the edge of my chalk like the swiss army knife
Not even if the beaches of ibiza throw me on top

This volcano is paralyzed I make them ash’
Chito vera giving him a beating
But I swear I get tired of hitting them hard
I know I am immature to have fun I torture them
I disfigure the days of the sun so that their future is dark
I don’t want to shoot anymore
I want to walk my dog on the sidewalk
Have group s*x until he dies
Make crafts to sell in the spring
Watering the garden plants with the hose
Advocate for world peace on earth whenever there is war
Always in the center never to the extreme
Without assuming a position on any subject
Because I don’t want a problem
Everyone likes me like a cream pie
I want to be a humanist I want to stop riddling artists’
And that the heads no longer roll down the track
I want to pronounce the s’s in all interviews
From today I want to be a balladeer

I am the love that loves you loving you
I want to want to want you wanting you
And if I am here and you are there
I want you to come here and get out of there
You lack what I have here I lack what you have there
And if you can’t get here well close your eyes there
Imagine that you are here with me

Since I was little I admit that when I shake myself and recite
For the beat to infinity I no longer see lyrics’ in my manuscript
Now I only see numbers
I’m calculating like a serial killer when I behead
I quantify each head of each little rapper
I’m sick because the more I give it I get turned on
Even the planet earth asks me to shout’
“no! better let a meteor fall”
They say I’m cursed because without a magic wand and without a hat I turn them into a little bird’
I only recite my writing’
And they fly to hell like the cell phones that benito throws away
They live less than a mosquito
His movies’ don’t last because I edit them for him
They call me “almodóvar” without having a written script
Because I don’t live for rap rap lives in the skin I live in
Excuse me for bragging
But they know that the resident is dangerous with the pen
Black ribbon with puma ink
Like snoop dogg he smokes it
Not even asking for world peace saved maluma
I am in the mist hanging out with moctezuma
They do not reach me even if they are an accountant they do not give them the sum
I’m throwing so much stench that not even with a bubble bath this track is perfumed
I go hunting with my mounted artillery in the cavalry’
From lyrics to choreography with a master’s degree in poetry with engineering
The harpies see me go by with my verbiage
And shh they go silent like in a bookstore
These scumbags fall asleep in the goal even if it’s daytime
That is why with great joy I pass through the route and goal from di maría
Not even psychology would understand
How do I have so much energy in a beat without a battery
And so many questions’ that defijo
I’m like socrates and plato have a son
With the midlife crisis I’m not the same
I feel like I have another person inside my body

I am the love that loves you loving you
I want to want to want you wanting you
And if I am here and you are there
I want you to come here and get out of there
You lack what I have here (Here) I lack what you have there (There)
And if you can’t get here well close your eyes there
Imagine that you are here with me


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