Ella

I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her
I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her

I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her
that without her I die of sorrow
but as my money ran out
if her lips opened it was to tell me
I don't love you anymore, sincere love only in your dreams I felt that my life was lost in a deep and dark abyss like my luck trying to stop you would be simple
if there was a big check in my wallet I wanted to find forgetfulness in Jalisco style but I turned out to be more regal than the damn kid
I don't know if I explain myself when the money runs out
the women fly away like little birds.

I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her
I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her

I got tired of begging her with tears in my eyes I raised my beer and toasted for her for the opportunist because someone else wants her buried many meters under the ground if a damn coin couldn't make me forget that girl it was the last toast of a rapper for a bitch the saddest thing is that it wasn't worth it from now on cold blood runs through my veins the MC's fell silent, my hand fell without strength my guava without me realizing (Hey bring me the bill) she wanted to stay when she saw my wallet but it was already written that the bitch had to go.

I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her
I got tired of begging her
I got tired of telling her