Dañar El Jangueo (feat. Manny Montes)
Alex Zurdo
Damage The Hangout (feat. Manny Montes)
I'm going to pray for you, I'm going to damage your hangout
So you no longer desire the streets
So that Fridays are boring and the GPS is lost
I'm going to pray for you, I'm going to damage your hangout
I'm going to pray for you, I'm going to damage your hangout
So you no longer desire the streets
So that Fridays are boring and the GPS is lost
I'm going to pray for you, I'm going to damage your hangout
May the night be dull, with just a guitar solo
That when you go to drink, they close the bar right in your face
That when you go to the spot eager to fill the void
They can't sell you the deal because some brothers started a cult
May there be no Wifi and the data runs out
May there be no alcohol in bottles or cans
That when you call for what you snatch
You end up with nothing, the plants are gone
That when you go out with the intention of another victim for your bed
They hand you a paper, not with their phone but with 'Christ loves you'
That you call an Uber and it's a Christian who preaches
Who sings nothing worldly and plays church hymns
I'm going to pray for you, I'm going to damage your hangout
So you no longer desire the streets
So that Fridays are boring and the GPS is lost
I'm going to pray for you, I'm going to damage your hangout
I'm going to pray that whoever comes to pick you up doesn't know how to get there
And when they try to call you, their phone dies
That the girl you planned to touch calls you and says she no longer wants to
Because she recently heard a song by Alex Zurdo telling her to wait
And that the party is ending when you arrive
And you go to a Farru concert
And you arrive when they're preaching, yes
I'm going to pray that a cross appears wherever you are
And in the club, in the middle of the party, the lights go out every night, yeah-yeah
I'm going to pray so that wherever you stop
You find the same message everywhere (Christ is coming)
I'm going to pray for you, I'm going to damage your hangout
So you no longer desire the streets
So that Fridays are boring and the GPS is lost
I'm going to pray for you, I'm going to damage your hangout