Heybela Session _ 002 Ft Pete Rango

This is #HeybelaSessions 2/4 FT Pete Rango

A musical movement spearheaded by HeyBela, aimed at forging powerful collaborations with producers who bring their unique sound to challenge her to rap in different rhythms.

This project is more than just about creating amazing music. Bela intends to use her share of the proceeds to finance the creation of her first album as an artist. This is her chance to make her mark on the world of music, and she's inviting you to join her on this exciting journey.

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About the song:

In this second freestyle, Colombian American producer Pete Rango wanted to challenge Heybela to rap over this upbeat experimental rhythm that combines the energy and colors of reggaeton, and the result was an overflow of rhymes in the best Latin style.

The song attempts to transmit the vibe of Latin discos, where all people are there to let loose and allow themselves to be carried away by the sensuality of the music.

The song achieves a perfect balance by addressing two themes in parallel: First, it reflects how music is a means of catharsis, where we become a single energy and let go of our worries and burdens.
Secondly, it is a criticism of the unbridled rhythm that we have adopted as a society, where we do not have time to process our emotions and we try to escape from our reality with excesses.

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English Lyrics

I arrive at the club and everyone is wearing worn-out jeans,
Those who don't dance are forced to go home,
Sweating the things, we don't overthink,
Go all the way down, we've reached the bottom.
The cure is always reggaeton,
Cold inside and I warm up with some rum.
Don’t let the vibe go down, the pain comes back anyways,
If emptiness doesn't die, we kill it with alcohol.
Keep going, don't stop, let's see that tattoo,
The art of the party is erasing that makeup,
Outside we're serious, in here we're animals,
The street is a concrete jungle like Atari.
Rolling around the club,
Smiles filled with routine,
Trying to quench the thirst.

Creating a sea of pleasure,
Pupils tired of pretending,
Trying to quench the thirst.

Here we like everything fast,
Automatic pilot,
Stopping was never valid.
Silence is a maniac,
Today I'll spend even the per diem,
All those basics,
Only cause traffic.
I stole a kiss from that handsome boy,
Give me your contact,
Come to my room,
I don't know what I'm looking for,
There's no time to think about it,
He has a badass flow,
I would marry him

Llego a la disco y todo el mundo tiene el jean desgastado,
el que no baile pa´ la casa obligao´,
sudando las vueltas no sobre pensamos,
dale hasta abajo, que fondo ya tocamos.
oh, yeah,
la cura siempre reggaeton,
bien fría por dentro y me caliento con el ron.
la nota no se baja, porque regresa el dolor,
si el vacío no se muere, lo matamos con alcohol.
dale no pares, que se vea ese tatuaje,
que el arte de la party, es borrar ese maquillaje,
afuera somos serios, aquí adentro somos animales,
la calle es una selva de cemento como Atari.

rodando por la discotec,
sonrisas llenas de rutina,
tratan de calmar la sed.

hacen un mar de placer,
pupilas hartas de fingir,
tratan de calmar la sed.

Aquí todo nos gusta rapido,
piloto automático,
parar nunca fue válido.
el silencio es un maniático,
hoy me gasto hasta lo viaticos,
todos esos básicos,
solamente hacen tráfico.
Yo le robe un pico a ese muchacho estaba guapo,
dame el contacto,
ven pa´ mi cuarto,
no se que busco,
no hay tiempo pa´ pensarlo,
tiene un flow cabrón,
yo con ese me caso.

rodando por la discotec,
sonrisas llenas de rutina,
tratan de calmar la sed.

devolviendonos el placer,
pupilas hartas de mentir,
tratan de calmar la sed.