Bla, Bla, Bla

It disgusts him that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
If you go there, dog
A hole, that—, na-na-na-na-na
It's perfect, it's your—, na-na-na-na-na
Yeah, dog, eh, that's it
Let's see, press play

It disgusts him that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, that's your thought, already there, mom
Yesterday your kisses didn't say that, cool, cool

Ass-faced and overwhelmed, a little bourgeois from my hood, nose stopped up
Walking his dog of that super expensive brand, the same as Susana, it costs an arm and a leg
The morning begins, with the Sun it goes out to run
Me drunk with my friend, feeling down, nothing to do with it
He looks at us with disgust, but hey, he says hello anyway
Me all awake: Hello queen, preciousness
I know we are neighbors, but nothing in common
I buy from the Chinese, she buys from Carrefour
He went through Paris, Germany and Istanbul
I went to Mundo Marino, to La Plata and to Dock Sud
I remember that I took my first Uber with her
I laughed at the bottle, I even lost the rise
I saw her very upset and she wanted me to help her
He opened the door for me and said: Aren't you coming up?
I remained silent, I told him anyway: Okay
He crossed my leg, he touched my hair
He gave me a kiss on the cheek and said: My slum dweller
I was really good, and that's it, and we'll see each other again

It disgusts him that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, that's your thought, already there, mom
Yesterday your kisses didn't say that, cool, cool

That night was the best, should we go down to your house? he said that way, with a loving voice
Her champagne kisses and my Thermidor flavor made the car windows fog up
How do I open the gate? he asked, is it electric?
I laughed and said, No, it's more technical, it has a pin
And a more aesthetic hook made of a little wire, more villerico
That hottie in my bed is incredible, that wet sand-colored skin
We got really into each other's hands, really on fire, but it was just that night and nothing else, ah
Her country friends are not going to let her hang out with this thief, dead from hungry bird
And what am I going to say to the kids on the corner? They won't believe anything, cut like sausage
But well, what happened, happened
And that among all the chetitos, you liked this black guy
That cavern of June 20th
The one that took you home, there on the handlebars

It disgusts him that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, it's your thought, call now, mom
That yesterday your kisses didn't say that cool-cool