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Tell her she doesn't deserve you
Even if she says she misses you
She's done it a couple of times
Filling the cloth with tears

But now she's for alcohol
The party instead of the pain
She's not for anyone and

I found out you left, that now you're all about yourself
That you don't bother anymore and that I'm already out there
That you're not in your feelings, in the car at two hundred
Smoke, drink, and when she calls you, tell her: I'm sorry

I found out you left, that now you're all about yourself
That you don't bother anymore, that you're happy when you sleep
That you're not in your feelings, in the car at two hundred
Smoke, drink, wet all the seats

Baby, if she calls, don't answer
Tell her she was replaced by a weak one
That now you have everything you desire
And to the bartender, another shot of Tito, and I'm not talking about Roja

Tell her to rest in peace
Dead stick flow, romance died
I'll do it to you until you get tired
And even on the same day it used to happen

That the nights are now about sex and wine
I'm going to make a couple of nephews with your sister
He played, but lost like in the casino
You called me and I'm on my way

Wait for me in your room in underwear
To eat you as if it were a dining room
I made you believe even in the Lord
He did it well, but I did it better

And now that you're richer, I started looking for you
Tell her she broke like a glass
And every time she touches you, she can cut
Me without asking

I found out you left, that now you're all about yourself
That you don't bother anymore and I'm out there
That you're not in your feelings, in the car at two hundred
Smoke, drink, and when she calls you, tell her: I'm sorry

I found out you left, that now you're all about yourself
That you don't bother anymore, that you're happy when you sleep
That you're not in your feelings, in the car at two hundred
Smoke, drink, wet all the seats

And tell her it's yesterday's news
A message was sent and you won't read it
You're not a girl anymore, you're a woman
You're not for that, don't come to mess around

You dress as you want and you do as you please
You have malice, baby, you're not so innocent anymore
And if this were a novel, you'd be the villain
And if you were Eve, I'd eat the apple

Private networks, don't ask for much
Just that in bed we don't sing
You know I'm your devil and your saint, without talking so much

I found out you left, that now you're all about yourself
That you don't bother anymore, that you're happy when you sleep
That you're not in your feelings, in the car at two hundred
Smoke, drink, wet all the seats