8,000 KM (part. Belinda)

Beli, warrior

If being with me ain't that easy
Then what the hell are we doing here?
The party gets tough when I think of you

And at 8,000 km, 3 a.m., I don’t know why it still hurts
No Blue Label can make me forget you
At 8,000 km, 6 a.m., you just keep me awake
And when I sleep, it’s to dream you here

Woah, no-no, I’m not crying for you anymore
I drank up all my tears too
Woah, no-no, I’m not crying for you anymore
Fuck you for having me like this

So messed up, Maximo Grado
And so messed up, my Beli, warrior
Hey, chill out

Hours, days, and minutes pass by
And I’m here waiting, but you don’t come back
So what do I do now that the piece that mattered most is missing from my puzzle?
Because of you, I lost myself, not even the green can take away the gray

I rolled up and then burned your picture and regretted it
If being with me ain't that easy
Then what the hell are we doing here?
The party gets tough when I think of you

And at 8,000 km, 3 a.m., I don’t know why it still hurts
No Blue Label can make me forget you
At 8,000 km, 6 a.m., you just keep me awake
And when I sleep, it’s to dream you

Woah, no-no, I’m not crying for you anymore
I drank up all my tears too
Woah, no-no, I’m not crying for you anymore
Fuck you for having me like this
Fuck you for having me like this