Tres Calos

One day, one of the kids from the neighborhood
Accompanied my mother home
To help her with the groceries
(Do you know why?) Ah
(Out of respect)

Don't play with fire or you'll get burned
Don't ask if you won't give later
You and I fit together but you keep objecting
You come, I get involved, mess things up, and you leave

Nights pass on my balcony smoking alone
Days go by, I miss you and have too much of everything
We bring our own style like Guardiola

Here, we smoke weed and drink from any carton
Vice consumes me and routine kills me
Fed up with the neighbor and the neighbor's wife
Sitting on the couch, there's no work or way out

Mom and dad won't be around forever
True to myself, like a Christian to God
I spend more than I have
You get three calos, if you're my two

I don't want a happy ending, girl, stop with the stories
Before it was kisses and affection, now it's kisses and condoms
The goodnight is the dealer, before it was the mom
Like a monkey hanging from the branches
A whore is a whore, even if she boasts of being a lady

Life isn't how you want it to be
Here we forget, get caught, pay, and fly away
Like Jesé, promises in the wallet
The grinder empties and the glass fills up

The problem is there's always a problem
You act like you're broke but you don't know what that means
Cousin, I give my all, if not, I give nothing
I don't live in ruin, all thanks to my parents (parents)

Matasvandals GDB, no tricks
Here there are no posh people, no candles, just L's and disturbances
I'm clumsy, because I break everything I touch
Hit after hit, like a riot police
I don't get what I want, okay

But neither do you
I have red eyes from the green
Why fix it if it's broken
I light up amnesia head and forget everything for a while, ah
Ah
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