Vete Pal Carajo (feat. Yan Block y Jay Wheeler)

Dronik on the beat
Oh, and all the wasted time

In this love thing, I was truly blinded
The money, the flowers, the chocolates, and all the wasted time
I keep thinking, regretting in my bed
All the effort, all my heart, how much has it cost you?

But it's not to throw it in your face
But it's that I paid dearly for it
I gave you a plane to lift you up
I gave you my heart to hurt it
I gave you letters to throw them away
I gave you flowers to burn them
I gave you the fifty that will never give
I gave you everything so I could stay

And the blame is on you
Now I have ten who are not like you (you)
Now I have ten, they fuck better than you (than you; baby)
Now I have ten, they compose better than you, uh, you, uh
Now to all my gang, let's go
Someone called me yesterday
I didn't even read the name, I knew it was you

Go to hell, go to hell
Go to hell, go to hell
Go to hell, oh (go to hell)
Girl, go to hell, go to hell, oh (oh)
Girl, go to hell, go to hell
Go to hell, go to hell, oh

You killed the emotions
You left without giving me reasons
In the street you paint yourself as a saint, but yours is breaking hearts
Now I have more options
Cupid went on vacation
As Ñengo says, fake love and love with a condom
I hope you cry when you mention me
Your friend tells me she wants to come back, huh
Look at that, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't believe in relationships
I light up a couple of blunts in your name
My dad told me not to get my hopes up
Now I dedicate myself to writing songs to you

And go to hell, go to hell
Go to hell, go to hell, oh
Girl, go to hell, go to hell, oh
Girl, go to hell, go to hell
Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell (yeah)