10:10

I have to confess to you
That pride kills me
And even though I want to talk to you
I won't call you

It can't be normal
Wanting to live in the past
In my head, the replay
Seeing what went wrong

Because I don't understand
Baby, at what moment
Our present became a memory
I have you in mind, baby, I even dream of you
How do I explain that I don't go back

I'm going to New York to forget you
Because in the streets of Miami, your memory is there
Another song I write and won't send to you
But you'll hear it, your new shorty is my fan

I'm going to New York to forget you
Because in the streets of Miami, your memory is there
Another song I write and won't send to you
But you'll hear it, your new shorty is my fan

(I'm going to New York to forget you)
(Another song I write and won't send to you)

To God, I beg
Not to have to see you again
To God, I pray
That you don't get hard
Every time I go out, I see substances on the table and I always dare
I miss you and I know I shouldn't
But if another one comes, I'll try him

My bad, but you didn't know how to do it
You returned it and now it's your turn to lose
If you check your friend's phone
There are videos of me having sex with him

I arrived in your life and you only used me as a shortcut
I gave you everything and you sent it to hell
You want to come back, I don't stoop so low
And while you're downcast

I go down to the club
And everyone who has seen me
Says: Keep moving
You keep moving

I go down to the club
And everyone who has seen me
Says: Keep moving
You keep moving

I'm going to New York to forget you
Because in the streets of Miami, your memory is there
Another song I write and won't send to you
But you'll hear it, your new shorty is my fan

I'm going to New York to forget you
Because in the streets of Miami, your memory is there
Another song I write and won't send to you
But you'll hear it, your new shorty is my fan

(I'm going to New York to forget you)
(Another song I write and won't send to you)

I have to confess to you
That pride kills me
And even though I want to talk to you
I won't call you

It can't be normal
Wanting to live in the past
In my head, the replay
Seeing what went wrong