LOCA (part. Adriel Favela)

Hey, baby!
The C, the 2, and the 4, man
That's right!
What do you say?

Another night of partying and girls are waiting for me
They have a good time with me, weed in my face and angel dust to feel alive (what do you say?)
I don’t miss you as much as I wish I did, I forgot the days of yesterday
When you jumped in the Mini, soaking me in Chanel
Don’t deny the hotel days while you lit up a joint with a smile
That made us all giggly and I shared my dreams with you

Crazy
I won’t lie, I really miss the taste of your lips
Now you even dyed your hair, saying you’re someone new
Here I am, getting lost in pasta, beers, and weed
Look at what you cause

You’ve got me caught up in all these vices, little one, haha
That’s how it goes, man
That’s how the ONDEADO$ sound, baby
We’re rolling with the crew, bro, haha
That’s right!

Yesterday I hopped on the jet
Touching the stars, I lit up another joint
Remembering the moments
Baby, now they’re no longer dreams

Crazy
Among so many women, no one touches me like you do
You used to come with me, and now you don’t even see me
Here I am, getting lost in pasta, beers, and weed
Look at what you cause

Look at what you cause.