Tú y Yo

(Crazy, crazy, listen well, look back)
What's up, is that the girl?
(That's her)
That's the one who-
I'm going over there, let's go
(No, dude)
Yes
(No, dude, you're kind of crazy)
Oh shh I'm leaving (hey!)
I'm leaving (hey!)
Hey (damn!)
Hey (hey!)
Little friend (hey!)

My finger hurts from giving you so many likes (hey)
If I were a tennis shoe, I know I'd be all-star
What are you going to do tonight to invite you out
A street food dish and a rum to get us in the mood

I'm sorry I can't invite you to eat something expensive
So pretty and without a boyfriend, that's rare
Many things about us they say around the neighborhood
But let them suck on an egg (hey, uh)

I prayed to God at night
To send someone like you
And your gaze gave color to my blue sky
Hey hey hey
Even though you're beautiful and your body is perfect
You have a heavy attitude without faults, it's respect
You seem like an actress but without the script
I'll give everything I have if I get to be with you

I prayed to God at night
To send someone like you
And your gaze gave color to my blue sky
And let them keep talking, let them keep commenting
While you and I, baby, we're healing
Let all the crazy ones from the block die of envy
And a cool photo to make them suffocate

That ass in leggings is a crime
I would like to become your favorite rapper
To dedicate 100 songs to you every day, I know you like it
And even then it's not enough to describe how much I like you
You

Your skin is softer than a teddy bear's
I reject everyone for you and I'm not even William Levy
I like to set your photo as my wallpaper
Because I remember I have the most beautiful thing in the galaxy

I prayed to God at night
To send someone like you
And your gaze gave color to my blue sky

I know I'm not perfect and I look like a priest
But I'll be your perfect man, I swear it
I want your heart and not just your ass
My love is like a cigar, pure
(Understood why there are cigars called pure)

I prayed to God at night
To send someone like you
And your gaze gave color to my blue sky
And let them keep talking, let them keep commenting
While you and I, baby, we're healing
Let all the crazy ones from the block die of envy
And a cool photo to make them suffocate

My finger hurts from giving you so many likes
If I were a tennis shoe, I know I'd be all-star
What are you going to do tonight to invite you out
A street food dish and a rum to get us in the mood
(Crazy point)

My finger hurts from giving you so many likes (yei 808)
If I were a tennis shoe, I know I'd be all-star (yah)
What are you going to do tonight to invite you out (antisocial studio)
A street food dish and a rum to get us in the mood