AEROBICO (remix) (part. DUKI, MILO J y LIT killah) BHAVI (English Translation) Lyrics

Woah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Woah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let’s go, ah

I look in the mirror, I’m fine, we’re great, I have everything
I hardly feel my feet, faithful fan, many events
Elevated to Eden, they don’t see me anymore, touching the sky
Winning over my ex, the flexible kid, I don’t stop

One, two, three, zero stress, I’ll solve it for you
I climb without a harness, we’re blessed from the beginning
Meditating, we’re zen, I go on stage and light it up
Cooking in the pan, the chef’s sauce, I don’t sell it to you

From the airport to the hotel and from the hotel to the concert
I started playing for a hundred, and now there are a hundred without seats
All the shows sold out, jumping leaving them knocked-out
Watching the line, it reaches the avenue, the girls parade and I stay amazed

I left my comfort zone, I was low-cost
Now I wear a Tom Ford perfume on my shoulders
I swear I’m not surprised
I’ve been through bad times but I didn’t get used to it

Now, when the phone rings, I don’t answer
I’m outside with the group
And if I hide, it’s to lower the stress
I don’t want to hear from you

I’m doing well, well, well
How much time has passed? I don’t know
But with faith we manage, we count the money
People mosh at the party when we arrive, yeah, yeah

I look in the mirror, I’m fine, we’re great, I have everything
I hardly feel my feet, faithful fan, many events
Elevated to Eden, they don’t see me anymore, touching the sky
Winning over my ex, the flexible kid, I don’t stop

One, two, three, zero stress, I’ll solve it for you
I climb without a harness, we’re blessed from the beginning
Meditating, we’re zen, I go on stage and light it up
Cooking in the pan, the chef’s sauce, I don’t sell it to you

I haven’t been to a party in a while, workin’ for the mami, look at my feet
I have high confidence, and we’re going to take out these gummies, I look at the tsunami and hold on
And the fake ones are dropping, the real ones are working, I never forget it
I miss my friends, sometimes I’m lonely, but I didn’t give up

Fuck that, my soul wears out, tires
I think, I see those who are missing, trauma
I feel a knot in my throat, enough
Pause, I love this shit, yeah

I’m cooking, I have gold in the pot, a star wins the Michelin star
Making more obvious things that are obvious, I want them to know the worst of me
Getting all my demons out, I’ve been rapping for a whole decade
The themes are so many that they don’t fit
And you don’t even know all that I’ve been through (Duko!)

I have a .40, it’s called Auto-Tune
With Bhavi I do magic, antisocial blood
Bibidi-babidi-boo
I turn enemies into voodoo dolls

Talk to me about flow, talk to me about groove
Devil mode is the only mood
Since the end of the world, the light in the south
I steal from the big ones like Robin Hood

My flows are so many that I’m acrobatic
I have my people crossing the Atlantic
Rockstar life, I don’t care, this is illogical
Pure profit, a lot of crossfit, aerobic

I look in the mirror, I’m fine, we’re great, I have everything
I hardly feel my feet, faithful fan, many events
Elevated to Eden, they don’t see me anymore, touching the sky
Winning over my ex, the flexible kid, I don’t stop

One, two, three, zero stress, I’ll solve it for you
I climb without a harness, we’re blessed from the beginning
Meditating, we’re zen, I leave the show, I light it up
Cooking in the pan, the chef’s sauce, I don’t sell it to you

Ever, ever
Uy, uy, uy