Cruella (feat. BCN)

I’m praying to Grandma’s picture
While I roll another one, I love you Graciela
I love you mama, I loved where it hurts

I want to take you through Paris and Brussels
Shout it in your face, even if it stings
You left me broken, the best school (yeah)
There’s still some formaldehyde on the flannel
And a heart all shattered that’s melting away

There’s magic in my beans
And even though you’re a diva, I remember you toothless
I believe in red strings and soulmates
Love me for 5 minutes to pretend you’re comforting me

Tonight I’m wide awake between kisses, Nutella
On TV, it’s prime time
I turned the saint upside down, lit a candle
I’ve got my hair halfway like Cruella (like Cruella)

The girl you brag about doesn’t even model anymore
Stay away from the stain, I came to kick the penalty
I don’t know if it’s my trips or if it’s a sign
I had to escape when you wanted to own me

I’m not here for deals, or bad times
Manuel is Miclo, Carlos Paco, the fat guy and the skinny one
The cold and the heat, messing with the vibe
The flows I drop, beers and tacos, look how cool

I don’t have a degree to frame it
Another chapter in San Carlos, I’ve got gifts
Check the bag, dance this mambo from sea to land
I kept the title, came in as a sub

I don’t have change, Madrid in Champions
Doing cardio, I feel like a champ, came to school them
Without medicating them, they call me Carlos
Damn the day you have to leave us

I just believe that the one above has a plan
The captain’s number 10 fits me well
A northerner in the capital
I light another one after smoking

I just believe that the one above has a plan
The captain’s number 10 fits me well
A northerner in the capital
I light another one after smoking