No Puedo Parar

Locked me in her room and I don't think I'll get out
Argued with my woman, unless the pain is worth it
So rich, so slutty, and so white
She sweet-talked me, but she's a bitter whore

I want one more lay and she tells me to leave
Takes my money and asks me to kill myself
She doesn't have a phone and sometimes goes dancing
And I pick her up even though she's hard to find

We share her with the gang, she's a pig
She has a big ass, broke 100 scales
She's smart, knows the president
She left with another scammer and I hooked up with another hustler

This is for you, my love, my white whore
Pure like no one and no one can handle her
I want Branca and only reach Tetra
And if you come back, I'll kill myself tomorrow

She was Colombian, made up in Argentina
I have no memories of yesterday's tour
I wake up and remember she wasn't a woman
And that when I was younger, I called her cocaine

Line after, line after, line after, line after
(I wake up a mess)
Line after, line after
Can't stop, drinking myself, time to find another track
Line after, line after, line after, line after
(I wake up a mess)
Line after, line after
Can't stop, drinking myself, time to find another track (You)

The driest mouth, like eating a Turimar
It's not the first time I say, this is the last
Back to the fantasy
To wet the nose in the reason that makes you the most desired

The bed, my folder
A lady who challenges you
To keep up with the rhythm of a restless woman
How long has it been since I saw the sunlight?

It's not something that affects me, but it's not right
Like a fat woman with no tits
There won't be rough maneuvers after the game
Not even a fly flies because they can't anymore

She's sexy, like they parade
Dogs look with a rage that not even Cesar Millan approaches
When was it that the heat left us, baby?
When was it that love escaped us?

Maybe when I imagined myself with wide horns
Maybe when I forgot my ring inside my cheating woman
Like a bloodied decapitated, in libertine verses
More wrapped up in the mess than Julio Argentino

They call me out of place, father of shame
They're wrong, I'm more in place than a Jew in the oven
I deal the lines of power and vice versa
I learned by force, to climb inversely

Words locked in full bloom
That like a prisoner beat the bars with a cup
I am, but in alarm mode
You saw me tender, but today I'm a hunter
Don't ask your saints to ring my bell, please
It's just that hell seems charming to me

Line after, line after, line after, line after
(I wake up a mess)
Line after, line after
Can't stop, drinking myself, time to find another track

Line after, line after, line after, line after
(I wake up a mess)
Line after, line after
Can't stop, drinking myself, time to find another track
(Na)

Line after, line after
Line after, line after
Line after-line after-line after-line after
Line-line-line-line
Line-Line after-after-after

Who has the pen?
Me, me
What's this? For signing autographs? Get the thing out of the way
Okay, dude, you take it off
It's not for writing... Dude, it's for taking the pen
Take it, dude

The first ball is thrown, the first pass, come on
Health and money, man
Health
And? What's up?
Rich, man, rich
Let me see
Rich as a virgin's pussy, huh