I Am a Star
M-4 Sers Lyrics
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Tengo dentro un malestar
Quisieron quitarme a mi yo
But I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star ye
I am a fucking starI am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star ye
I am a fucking star
Pick up the phone
Quiero saber tu intención
A tu boca le pongo atención
Le volví a hacer una canción
Pero es que nunca la saco yo
Como Excálibur, mi perdición
Escapé del reino de Camelot
Solía venir, she used to come a lot
Al caminar, caminar, caminar
Se me parte el pecho en láminas
Esa pompa se hace muy familiar
Mi boca to' agua si la hace bailar
Mis manos resbalan si la ven pasar
Mi cabeza dice no mires atrás (Wait, wait)
Pero parto el cuello cuando ella anda
Hace tiempo q no brillo
Tengo dentro un malestar
Quisieron quitarme a mi yo
But I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star yeI am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star ye
I am a fucking star
God, bless
Me han dicho porai que ese culo bien, flex
Y yo amen, amen, amen, amen a
Just amen, amen, amen, amen a
Y tú, como lo ves?
Tengo los códigos quien tú te crees
Esas putas tiran y callan después
No me conocen no saben quien es
MLK
No sé si me explico pero es la que hay
A tu coro no lo veo puto, I'm so high ye
Im always right
Tu novia nos mira, estamos todos guay
Tu amigo me tira pero ahora estoy light
No quiero más lios, no soy Bandokay.
Yay, estamos all right
Vamos en parejas como Bonnie and Clyde
Le metemos bien duro hacemos strike
No quiero mas líos pero llego en un fly
Hace tiempo q no brillo
Tengo dentro un malestar
Quisieron quitarme a mi yo but
(MLK)
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star ye
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star
I am a fucking star ye
I am a fucking star
The song "I Am a Star" by M-4 Sers deals with the struggles and pressures of life, especially those faced by young people. The lyrics depict the artist in a state of anxiety and despair as he struggles to cope with the challenges thrown at him by life. The song begins with him not being able to get out of bed by one o'clock as he feels everything has gone wrong and he does not see the point of trying anymore. He talks about being in a state of constant anxiety, with no one really understanding what he is going through. He resorts to smoking and hitting his stomach as a form of self-punishment. The artist then goes on to express his frustration with society, the racism that he sees around him, and his sense of being left behind. The last lines of the song express a sense of determination, indicating that the artist is willing to fight back against the forces that are holding him down.
Line by Line Meaning
Le tredici e ancora non mi alzo
It's 1pm and I'm still in bed
Se va male domani non mangio
If things go badly tomorrow, I won't eat
E non so che cazzo mi succede
And I don't know what the hell is happening to me
Sbatto le mani alla mia parete
I slam my hands against the wall
Cerco solo un contatto audio
I only seek an audio connection
Con qualcosa di aulico
With something lofty
Calmati, mi dico calmati
Calm down, I tell myself to calm down
Fumo e mi sbatto i pugni nello stomaco
I smoke and punch myself in the stomach
Questo periodo di merda non passa
This shitty period doesn't pass
Ho l'ansia, e cosa ti aspetti
I have anxiety, what do you expect
Che me la calmi
That you calm me down
Se mi tocchi le braccia? Scansati
If you touch my arms? Back off
Vivo da solo alla maniera
I live alone in my own way
Mi chiedo che cosa mi perdo
I wonder what I'm missing out on
L'indifferenza è la cena dei ricchi
Indifference is the dinner of the rich
Poveri i vizi, pesano il tempo
Poor are the vices, they weigh on time
Io sono
I am
Nella mia spirale il vento
In my spiral, the wind
Riesco a respirare a stento
I can barely breathe
Di cambiarmi non c'è verso
There's no way to change me
Sono pronto! Dai facciamo la guerra
I'm ready! Let's go to war
Con i testi decoro la stanza
I decorate the room with my lyrics
Non lo dico ma schifo l'Italia
I don't say it aloud, but I hate Italy
E tutto questo razzismo
And all this racism
Che c'è in giro, di me sanno poco
That's around, they know little about me
Rime a contagocce, mica un coprifuoco
Rhymes drop by drop, not a curfew
Sono, le tredici e ancora non mi alzo
I am, it's 1pm and I'm still in bed
Se va male domani non mangio
If things go badly tomorrow, I won't eat
Sono pronto! Dai facciamo la guerra
I'm ready! Let's go to war
Con i testi decoro la stanza
I decorate the room with my lyrics
Non lo dico ma schifo l'Italia
I don't say it aloud, but I hate Italy
E tutto questo razzismo
And all this racism
Che c'è in giro, di me sanno poco
That's around, they know little about me
Rime a contagocce, mica un coprifuoco
Rhymes drop by drop, not a curfew
Sono, le tredici e ancora non mi alzo
I am, it's 1pm and I'm still in bed
Se va male domani non mangio
If things go badly tomorrow, I won't eat
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Written by: Borja Queiruga
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