Yes

Ah, Yeh-yeh-yeh
Kill me-me
Kill me, dance again
Nobody-nobody solves my problems, boy
Hell feels small to me
I keep relaxing, keep rolling shorty, yeah
There's a lot left to sell
There's a lot left to sell, hey baby
I only do it for pleasure
I only want to have you, hey baby
There I am, sitting
Thinking about the love you never gave me
And there you are, sitting
Thinking about the love you never received
But what do you want? (What do you want)
If I'm a marginal signing with the street
Boys from the neighborhood, works of art
Cold beer and marijuana in the park

Oh
That I'm still lost in you
That this shit consumes me, yeah
That I keep this delay
I haven't seen the sun for days, but I want to stay
Phew, hey
There's no hunger, no pause
I pass by the corner to see if you were there
No chance, no calm
Euphoria between bills and puffs
That I kill for you
I have shit too
Watch, leave that rum, okay
Not even if I leave and come back
And return after months with a face of It's over, okay
I did it for both of us, okay
I don't even know what day it is today, I don't know
Looking to compensate for the weight of all these troubles
Looking for excesses to let fall, yeah