Llego La Hora (I Don't Give A Fuck)

No, I didn't come to write you a sad verse
I didn't come to talk about love or what you told me
And tell them about me if you met me one day
And if we're good today, that's all that exists

Hey, inspiration behind a mic
I always stuck to my tastes, dude, nowadays I compete
And yes, my muse is my favorite co-pilot
And it's my audience that has me blessed

And you know, I never cared what they said
I swallowed several words without knowing they hurt
I accepted complaints but not being spat on
And if I heard their things, then I went to touch wood

You know, the future is uncertain
I'm eaten up by anxiety, not crowds
And even if the fire goes out in a slip-up
Today I plan to light it up as is my custom

My bipolar state might kill me
This is mental f*ck, yours is jerking off
And damn, you can do this without crying and without complaining
Because one day you leave without taking anything, you know

It's time to drink beer and let our heads spin
The clock marks the hour, the calendar the day
Woman, save the complaints for another life

It's time to drink beer and let our heads spin
The clock marks the hour, the calendar the day
Woman, save the complaints for another life

Hey! It's the same tasteless morbid curiosity
I'm just burning it to increase my libido
It was never a scientific fact
That being with your people
Will sound magnificent

Hey! It's the same tasteless morbid curiosity
I'm just burning it to increase my libido
It was never a scientific fact
That being with your people
Will sound magnificent

No, I didn't come to write you a sad verse
I didn't come to talk about love or what you told me
And tell them about me if you met me one day
And if we're good today, that's all that exists

No, I didn't come to write you a sad verse
I didn't come to talk about love or what you told me
And tell them about me if you met me one day
And if we're good today, that's all that exists

It's time to drink beer and let our heads spin
The clock marks the hour, the calendar the day
Woman, save the complaints for another life

It's time to drink beer and let our heads spin
The clock marks the hour, the calendar the day
Woman, save the complaints for another life