Corazón Roto pt. 3 (feat. Brray, Anuel AA, Chencho Corleone y Ryan Castro)

Kapital Music
The way I used to eat you up
You’re with someone, but you know you’re mine
I jumped on the remix 'cause I still think about you

Thinking like a madman
If it ain't your body, I ain't touching none
What we had was out of the ordinary, tell me if I'm wrong
And I wish I could go back, but I didn’t do much
It doesn’t work for me either
I’d rather die with a broken heart, brr
Thinking like a madman
If it ain't your body, I ain't touching none
What we had was out of the ordinary, tell me if I'm wrong
And I wish I could go back, but I didn’t do much
It doesn’t work for me either
I’d rather die with a broken heart (Real until death, you hear me, baby?)

I always think of you when I roll and light a blunt
I remember your little wet spot on my balcony
My instinct told me you were a mistake
Of all my decisions, you were the worst
I love you, but you’re not good for me
You talk all that shit on social media
But you and your boyfriend know I’m the one
I know it ain't the same when he comes around
You don’t even scream, he can’t handle this pearl
I know you miss me and I miss you even though we don’t talk
Everyone talks shit about you, but I’ll win you back
All your friends say I’m a devil
But you know me, I’m purer than a kilo of Pablo
Uah, oh-oh-oh-oh, woh-oh-oh-oh, woh-oh-oh-oh
I was looking at our photos
And thinking like a madman
I’ll lick those three broken ones again, brr
Freaky, we broke a picky
In the middle, come with me, half and half
Baby, stop playing with me
'Cause I’ll hit it like Curry in Golden State City

Thinking like a madman
If it ain't your body, I ain't touching none
What we had was out of the ordinary, tell me if I'm wrong
And I wish I could go back, but I didn’t do much
It doesn’t work for me either
I’d rather die with a broken heart

My life is flooding and I hop on the Jetski
Even the paper ones, baby, I appreciate them
All this depression, I know I deserve it
'Cause I’m always asking for more than I offer
But without you, I fell in love with life
What goes up always comes down, and if I fall, laugh at my fall
They tell me they’ve seen you with new friends
Happier waiting in line, what a lie
And I graduated a fool without a cap and gown
Maybe you were always the goat and I was the rope
On drugs, our dust falls like soda
That ass is tempting, but I’m not in a paradox
Ma, trade my broken heart for another
And tell your friend that my photo doesn’t fit her
Baby, if before I didn’t forgive, but now I’m devoted
And with some other fine one, I’ll throw the punch

It’s over, your time is up
So fuck it if this means nothing to you
You want to see me beg, and that’s never gonna happen
I want you far away, I know you’ll pay for it

Thinking like a madman
If it ain't your body, I ain't touching none
What we had was out of the ordinary, tell me if I'm wrong
And I wish I could go back, but I didn’t do much
It doesn’t work for me either
I’d rather die with a broken heart

I think we fell into a routine
The coldness froze our feelings
And if you feel alone, I’m alone too
If your heart is broken, mine is broken too
And you call it pride, but baby, that’s self-love
You say I have too many girls and I don’t copy any, yeah
If we used to hang out at the F, when I had nothing, not even a boss
If others talk shit, don’t let them
I sang to you every day and even showed you my refs
But we haven’t seen each other in months
I wish I could go back, but that doesn’t work for us
I dreamed of you watching the kids grow up
My heart wants to call you, but my mind stops me
Even people laugh and see me as a meme

Baby, pay for the burial, 'cause
If it ain't your ass, I don’t want it
What the hell do I do now on February 14th?
You’ve got me depressed, Canserbero
And my mind’s alcoholic, exotic weed
You made an OnlyFans and you’re being erotic
At night with a chronic migraine
You call me and I get there fast like Sonic
Cash in the fanny, but my heart’s empty
I see your photo and you always look tempting
Yeah, you got your body done and now you look racing
Did you learn English? Well, baby, you look amazing
When are you gonna answer me?
Baby, if I get arrested one day, at least send me a postcard
Answer my voice messages
I’ll dedicate a song to you by Prince Royce
Check your phone
You don’t want me, that’s the final point
I tweeted a few things, but it’s not to manipulate
And I know some shit has to matter to you

But thinking like a madman
If it ain't your body, I ain't touching none
What we had was out of the ordinary, tell me if I'm wrong
And I wish I could go back, but I didn’t do much
It doesn’t work for me either
I’d rather die with a broken heart

If we get more serious for the comeback
We’ll make another version until—
What a bummer, SOG
Tuny D, Tuny D, ey
Brray