[Hook]
Que será, será
Que será, será
Que será, será
Que será, será, whatever will be
[Verse 1: Jonathan Sosa]
Please humble Father, forgive me
I'm praying that these words gone take me farther than 50
Never sell my soul with the Devil bargaining with me
I'm witnessing nights when n***as steady bargaining with me
Form tipsy to the grave, kinda tipsy and afraid
That I played the game
With thoughts of being clipped before I'm saved
Life quarters continue
Cause I'm repressing all the darkest corners I've been to
I live by the pencil and die by the pen, dust in the wind
But the paper blows money to spend, hundreds of yen
From a place where these fake a** n***as love to pretend
Reminiscing over the fallen solders guzzling gin
Again, twenties in the wind
I try to take them to church but I‘m in the city of sin
Dope sh** in your será though
Que será, será, but what the f** do I know?
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tsu Surf]
I sign, seal it and stamp it, just take a look at the canvas
Paint a few picture then vanish
And life is full of sh**, never been one to be Pamper'd
Don't panic, understand it
I just use what I have been handed
Dealt a few cards and made flames
I think that make me Gambit
Pretty petite Panamanian
Don't quote me, she could be Spanish
She say, "What's wrong? You seem tense"
Then it always lead to me getting head, she let me vent
And papi always good with the six, I make 10
But que será, será though
I'm thinking all black with a devils cap if I gotta go
I hate I still dream about them nights
And the bangs and the screams, tires screeching & them lights
But que será, será though
Flashbacks when I'm high though
Back in mama crib, writing raps, damn, where the time go?
Favorite sh** was old Eminem featuring Dido
That's how you say it, right?
We was trappin' all morning, go out and play late at night
Laser tag when it's dark
Just hope and pray that we see the light
Morning ain't promised, sh**, that's a known fact
sh**, you might need a GPS to make it home, scrap
[Hook]