Mentiras

It's just that deep down she doesn't care
If I'm sad she doesn't care
I'm tired of lies
She doesn't know how it affects
Little things affect me
Her actions affect me
I suffer from lack of affection
It's just that deep down I don't care
If I'm sad I don't care
She's tired of lies
I don't know how I affect you
Big things affect me
My actions affect you
I'm tired of this shit
I'm tired of my problems
More talk

Mean girls don't care about anything
Just want to know if there's smoke in the paper
Just want to know the good of the night
Using BL from Santa Teresa
In heels, shorts with nails done
Holding a big cup 700
With the greatest delicacy
I wish she treated me like that
If she looked at me like that
If she desired me like that
What's in this whiskey that I don't have?
What do you see in these drugs that I don't have?
I'm tired of humiliating myself like this

But deep down you don't care
If I'm sad you don't care
If I call you, you hang up
I'm tired of lies
I'm tired of bitches
Seasons in my life
Don't cry for hoes, no time for bitches
No time for hoes
I don't waste my time with bitch ye

Brazilian plug, gang-gang
Hey bro, don't cry for a hoe, bro
This is all temporary, you know?
You gotta be a player, I've already told you

I deny my bitch, she lied to me
In her mind, I can't sleep
I have a collection of bitches that can make me happy
With more than five sluts
For each one a PCX
Using these drugs, man
To pass the time
My old bitch, she wants a relationship
Don't ask me her name, I don't even remember
Orders are arriving
There are whores in the apartment
Never cry for hoes, man, this is real
One day I know they'll come back, man
It's become normal
She lost me and will never find me again
I'm very busy
I'll never go back