Mango

I love you, girl!
My Tupperwares are your Tupperwares
I feel bad about talking to you about the ones who came before
I feel all the bad vibes, I feel that I know how to love
As my parents taught me

My sneakers and my cash
I asked for time off to look for you
And there was no one there, just lipstick
Drawings and locks
Your locks, my locks, your ass
My Pigalle bathrobe, our spiral blouse

Go shawty
It's your birthday
Sip Bacardi like you won't see me again
Shit happens, I know you have it
Do what you must, honn

But you have it
No, it's not for you
I don't want another Billie Jean
No, it's not for you
But you have it because you're here
Fiolo, you smooth, the neighborhood remains the same
But the kids are older
Tomorrow I open later and I get closer earlier
To pray for you, for my uncle, and for Olivares

Aaw shit!
Amen and back to the way it was
To make coffee and the habit of looking for you
To put away the groceries and see the fridge empty
To fill up with gas and the tank not getting full
I don't usually go on Sundays anymore
It's been a while since it lost its meaning
But damn, I think that love is the strongest

It makes sense
I no longer believe in destiny
Although sometimes I find meaning in it
Nah, fuck destiny, but damn,
My girl leaves me and my buddy scores widow?

AAAW SHIT!
Amen and back to the way it was
To make coffee and the habit of looking for you
To put away the groceries and see the fridge empty
To fill up with gas and the tank not getting full
To live this Toska with mojito and my sneakers
To make holes in my sister and my parents
A dessert with two spoons in case I break the bracelet
She appears and I'm still broke for the subway.