Letras
Yeah
This ain't just a car, you know
Es una vida.. a whole life
Listen
Sunrise hits, but I ain't seen my bed
Got grease on my hands and a vision in my head
Every paycheck, every single dime
Invested in this metal, a victim of the grind
They see the clean paint, the reflection of the sun
They don't see the double shifts, the overtime I've done
They don't see the empty plates, the"no" to going out
Just to buy a single part, I know what this is all about
This ain't about the flex, the showing off the cash
This is building a legacy from a pile of rusted trash
All my lana, all my feria
Makes 'em wonder why, gives 'em that hysteria
Every weekend, every single night
Just to get the lines and the chrome to sit right
It's more than a machine, you gotta understand
This is my own story, built with my own hands
This ain't just money, it's the time that I bleed
It's the heart in the engine, the soul in the tweed
It's the sweat in the steel, the tears in the chrome
This is the only masterpiece that I can call my own
Every single detail, from the pinstripe to the stitch
Is a piece of my spirit, a response to the itch
To create something real, something they can't touch
Yeah, this car cost a fortune, but my soul cost that much
My girl knows the deal, she smells the gasoline
She knows this old Pontiac is my queen
My kids leave me notes, taped up on the dash
Like"Papi, make it shine" a memory that will last
That's the personal touch, that's the stuff you cannot buy
It's my grandpa's initial hidden from the naked eye
It's the mural on the trunk of the street where I was born
A testament of loyalty since the day that I was sworn
To this culture, this passion, this sacred work of art
More than just a lowrider, it's the beating of my heart
All my lana, all my feria
Makes 'em wonder why, gives 'em that hysteria
Every weekend, every single night