1942

Be real, don't be a fan normally
These women here come and go
Mami, you look better than Carelli and Serian
But you don't know who they are and won't understand

Let's talk a little (a little)
I fucked three times this week, I admit it
I have an angel and a little devil on my shoulders
But you are my favorite little ass

I look for you in the two R's in PR
And if a cop stops us
What's up, damn guard? The grass is medicinal
When I lose control and I'm drinking, that's the real me
Now I know why they say the drunk speaks the truth

Love me alive, don't love me dead
I lost my mind and still haven't found it
Honestly
The drunk doesn't lie

Do you believe in love? Because I truly don't (seriously, I don't)
I don't know who the hell your ex is, but he knows who I am (he knows)
I promised to always be the same, but something changed me
Money and power demonized me

I go down to PR and they say the kid arrived
Put on the movie on a weekday or weekend
I would do all that with you, but in a mix
You only want to find me when you're not God

And you call me to fuck, I even had to laugh
And we started to argue
Don't wait for me to die tomorrow
To prove that you really love me

No, oh-oh-oh
I need you, and every day to God
I don't even fall in love anymore
With you, it will be the exception

Let's have another shot of 1942
And if you feel something hard when I hug you, baby, that's the twenty-two

Love me alive, don't love me dead
I lost my mind and still haven't found it
Honestly
The drunk doesn't lie

Real until death
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