Triste Verano (feat. Eladio Carrión)

(Money Wayy)
(Oh-oh)

Here comes the damn sad summer
Rollin' a big blunt, got ten grams
Today, we treat each other like strangers, brr

Damn it, I got another one
Summer without you, got me stuck here
From June to August
Head's messed up 'cause you ain't coming back

Another summer without you, I hate Valentine's Day
You're cold as Boston
My head's asking: Who the hell are you kissing?

Don't look at me like that
We weren't together that long
But you don't know what you mean to me
What do you have another for? We just broke up
Girl, that doesn't add up to me
In summer, with the sun shining
But still, I feel all this grief

Since you ain't here, since you ain't here
To stop thinking about you, I use drugs and take naps
I call and call like crazy, but you don't answer
You don't wanna know about love, you're on strike
Before, you liked everything, now, everything annoys you

And it's summer, but I feel like it's winter
Cut the crap, baby, let's get it on
I'm without my drugs, all night, sick
I'm breaking this habit until we can see each other again

Here comes the damn sad summer
Rollin' a big blunt, got ten grams
Today, we treat each other like strangers

Damn it, I got another one
Summer without you, got me stuck here
From June to August
Head's messed up 'cause you ain't coming back

Another summer without you, I hate Valentine's Day
You're cold as Boston
My head's asking: Who the hell are you kissing?

If the song's a tearjerker, I ain't even recording
I did it for Luian who's messing around and for Eladio
All the songs on the radio remind me of you
Fucking in the backstage of your concert
I stay high to not think about you all the time
Pretending you ain't caused me pain, I put on this damn face

Come back, the crazy one needs you
Hit me up when you're alone
Come back, give me one good night
Forever, you'll be my baby

Remember, the real stuff ain't forgotten
Hit me up when you're feeling frisky
Come back, give me one good night
Forever, my baby

Here comes the damn sad summer
Rollin' a big blunt, got ten grams
Today, we treat each other like strangers

Damn it, I got another one
Summer without you, got me stuck here
From June to August
Head's messed up 'cause you ain't coming back

Another summer without you, I hate Valentine's Day
You're cold as Boston
My head's asking: Who the hell are you kissing?

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(Money Wayy)