De Vuelta Pa' La Vuelta (feat. Marc Anthony)

(DY)

Before you say anything, your eyes already confirm everything to me
It's true what they tell me and it's too late to deny it
I used to protect myself from people like you, but in the end, no way
I'm human and I have many more flaws than you know

You made fun of me, and I know you did it with pleasure
You're an expert at that, you aim and your hand never trembles
When you pack your suitcase, don't forget to take your pride
You'll need it when you want to come back

You are no longer welcome here
If your love was a lie, go and be happy
Don't worry about me
I'll be better off without you
Go on, go and tell people that I screwed you over
So you don't look bad here

And it's clear that you lost when you lost me
And I lost when I met you

Back for the turn
I'm going to tie down all the loose ones
Back for the turn
I'm going to rise even those who are dead
Back for the turn
Trap, little trap, it's uncovered
Back for the turn
You had the key, but I broke the door

Blame me for your pains
The victim role always has defenders
They adore the liar
They hang the one who tells the truth
Congratulations, you won an Oscar

May God light my path from your customs
For you, every day is October 31st (Halloween)
Always with the mask on
If one falls off, you have another in response

Out of sight, out of mind
Even though I didn't see you, I know your lies, eh
I thought you were perfect, now I can recognize
That your only flaw was being born

You are no longer welcome here
If your love was a lie, go and be happy
Don't worry about me
I'll be better off without you
Go on, go and tell people that I screwed you over
So you don't look bad here

It's clear that you lost when you lost me
And I lost when I met you

Back for the turn
You are not welcome, welcome here
Back for the turn
Continue on your journey and go elsewhere
Back for the turn
Go and tell people that I screwed you over
Back for the turn
But no, but no, but no, but no, but no
But no, but no, but no, but no, but no
But no, but I wasn't the one who lost here

Attack, Yankee!
What, what?
Fire!
Oops!

Yankee
Tell them, Marc
This is for the history
From here to the world, come on

Attack, Sergio!

(You are no longer welcome here)
Get out of the way, the kings are passing by, king, king, king
(You are no longer welcome here)
Kiss the ring, the pinky ring, ring, ring
(You are no longer welcome here)
Barrio Obrero City, for all the pretty girls
(You are no longer welcome here)
They call us the Clemente because we have swing