AGRIDULCE (part. Duki)

I have a bittersweet taste in my mouth, and I don't know why
Between forgetting you and seeing you again
Between yawns and the dawn
Between cursing you and taking off your bra

Between a song and a conversation
I'm not looking for friends anymore, life gave them to me
I want a firm ass that will lift me up and make me feel better
I'm not insensitive, I'm honest, I'm honest (yes)

I bother you (what?), I hate myself (what?)
I answer you, then I don't answer
I was working, otherwise I won't grow
That idiot recording (yeah), nobody's perfect

I quit smoking weed and you came along
Either it's one or it will be the other
Either it's one or it will be both
You make me crazy like Van Gogh

I feel amazing, then worse
In a BMW like Miss Daisy
I never said this is love
Then I tell her my love

She gets mad because I confuse her
A day goes by, she forgave me
I'm like this, I'm much better
Fate found us

I threw everything at this nonsense
That for sure He forgot us
Headache, it seems like tamil
And to relax, we go to the mall, and (uh, baby)

I have this bittersweet feeling, and I don't know why
Between trying to be perfect and failing you again
Between seeing you in photos or touching your skin
Between seeing you every day or once a month

I said I was going to smoke less, I'm smoking more than ever
I am your artificial intelligence, I answer your questions (you know)
Only in your arms is there so much calm together
I look at her at night and the stars point at her

Mommy, I'm committed, it hurts them
I wrote, it's okay, with three ellipses
We're always taking each other to court, and we're the witnesses
No rapper writes to you like I write to you

I have this bittersweet feeling, and I don't know why
Between trying to be perfect and failing you again
Between seeing you in photos or touching your skin
Between seeing you every day or once a month

I bother you, I hate myself
You I answer, then I don't answer
I was working, otherwise I won't grow
That guy recording, nobody's perfect

I bother you (what?), I hate myself (what?)
I answer, then I don't answer
I was working, otherwise I won't grow
That guy recording, nobody's perfect

(Nobody's perfec-fec-fect)
(No-No-Nobody's perfec-fec-fec-fec—)
Yesan, where are you?