Noches de Cita (part. Octavio Cuadras)

Baby, it's messed up, don't cry anymore
I love breaking hearts
I'm scared
I can't anymore

When we counted millions
We did it on all the planes
With champagne
But I feel like your love hurts me

Put aside the excuses, there was no reason
To play with my heart
Disappointed, the passion left
Ruined by a love misfortune

And where did the date nights go?
There on the beach with the cooler
Private jet, a beer
Lost everything and nothing fixed it
And nothing fixed it

And that's how his buddy Octavio Cuadras sounds, old
And the Registered Trademark

Tomorrow I'll get used to it
And everywhere you'll see me
And you acting all important
I swear you'll miss me

Baby, it's messed up, don't cry
Better times are coming
With champagne
But I feel like your love hurts me

Put aside the excuses, there was no reason
To play with my heart
Disappointed, the passion left
Ruined by a love misfortune

Where did the date nights go?
There on the beach with the cooler
Private jet, a beer
Lost everything and nothing fixed it
And nothing fixed it