This Is Not America Lyrics in english translation From This Is Not America Song Is Latest English Song Sung By Residente With Music Also Given By Residente. This Is Not America Song Lyrics Are Written By Residente.
SONG DETAILS :
Song Title:- This Is Not America
Artist:- Residente
Director By:- Greg Ohrel
DP By:- Lluis Martí
Editor By:- Arianna Tomasettig
Producers By:- Jason Cole, Danielle Hinde, Corinna Martinez, Barbarella Pardo
Production Company At:- Doomsday Entertainment
Post By:- Residente
Released Date:- 18 Mar 2022
This Is Not America Lyrics in English (Translation) – Residente
A While Ago
When You Arrived
The Footprints Of Our Shoes Were Already There
They Even Stole The Cat’s Food
And They’re Still Licking The Plate
Well Pissed Off With These Ungrateful
Today I Hit The Drums Hard Until They Accuse Me Of Mistreatment
If You Don’t Understand The Data
Well, I’ll Throw It At You In Cumbia
Bossanova, Tango Or Vallenato
A Calabó And Bamboo, Well Frontú.
With Hot Blood Like Timbuktu
We Are Inside The Menu
Tupac Is Called Tupac After Tupac Amaru From Peru
America Is Not Just USA Dad
This Is From Tierra Del Fuego To Canada
You Have To Be Very Rough, Very Hollow
It’s Like Saying That
Africa Is Only Morocco
To These Scoundrels
They Forgot That
The Calendar That
Usan Was Invented By The Mayans
With The Pre-Columbian Valdivia
For A Long Time This Continent Has Walked
But Not Even With The Whole Navy
Can Take Out Of The Cabinet
The Peasant Plague
This Goes To The Foreman Of The Company
The Machete Not Only
It’s For Cutting Cane Too
It’s Pa’ To Cut Heads
Here We Are
We Always Are
We Didn’t Leave
We Will Not Leave
Here We Are For What
You Remember
If You Want My Machete Bites You
Here We Are
We Always Are
We Didn’t Leave
We Will Not Leave
We Are Here To Remind You
If You Want My Machete Bites You
If You Want My Machete Bites You
If You Want My Machete Bites You
If You Want My Machete Bites You
It Bites You
It Bites You
The Paramilitaries, The Guerrilla
The Children Of The Conflict, The Gangs
Blacklists, False Positives
The Murdered Journalists, The Disappeared
The Narcos Governments, Everything They Stole
Those Who Manifest And Those Who Were Forgotten
Persecutions, Coups
The Bankrupt Country, The Exiles, The Devalued Peso
Drug Trafficking, Cartels
The Invasions, The Immigrants Without Papers
Five Presidents In Eleven Days
Shot At Close Range By The Police
More Than A Hundred Years Of Torture,
The Nova Trova Singing In Full Dictatorship.
We Are The Blood That The Atmospheric Pressure Blows.
Gambino, My Brother… This Is America.
Here We Are, We Are Always
We Didn’t Go, We Didn’t Go
We Are Here To Remind You
If You Want My Machete Bites You
If You Want My Machete Bites You
If You Want My Machete Bites You
If You Want My Machete Bites You
It Bites You
It Bites You
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