Bebe (feat. 2nd Roof)

Oh, mom, mom, mom
Oh, mom, mom, mom

Baby, tell me what's going on
You'll see everything will work out, as long as we stay together

It's not good
Your father drinks a lot, I know he has a heavy hand
And you cry every evening

Baby, I want to go to the neighborhood
But I feel doomed to die among the sirens
Fuck the cops, ah

I'm sorry, babe, ah
My eyes are sad
The sun and the moon tonight eclipse
I feel you crying while I'm having crises
I pour myself some whiskey

I'm messed up like a Kandinsky painting
But I know you understand me, deep down we're the same
You cry and stare at me while I'm risking the years

It's the only way to get away from the buildings
I'll take a little time, I don't have to make false steps
Under the same sky, as a child I didn't cry
Even today you know I keep everything inside

Away from your father, a secret place
I promise you, we'll go there soon
I don't do reggaeton-ton
I want to lighten up, so I try a bit

My melancholic voice is like a music box
I talk to myself, I can't stay sober
I feel alone

Baby, tell me what's going on
You'll see everything will work out, as long as we stay together
It's not good

Your father drinks a lot, I know he has a heavy hand
And you cry every evening

Baby, I want to go to the neighborhood
But I feel doomed to die among the sirens
Fuck the cops, ah

I'm sorry, babe, ah
Baby, drinks every night
Her father in jail, her mother doesn't even see her
She puts on makeup at night, goes out alone, sidewalk
In a Panamera, sometimes in a Mercedes
Hey, hey, hey-hey
No one sees her
No one believes her if she tells what she sees
No one sees her, so no one believes

It's all about give and take, but everyone wants to have
But they don't know that you're mine and I've never been yours
Letters to Beccaria written only in a dark cell
Now that I'm free-free, I still think of you-you

We live like a movie-movie, just you and me (oh, mom, mom, mom)
Baby, tell me what's going on
You'll see everything will work out, as long as we stay together
It's not good

Your father drinks a lot, I know he has a heavy hand
And you cry every evening
Baby, I want to go to the neighborhood
But I feel doomed to die among the sirens
Fuck the cops, ah
I'm sorry, babe, ah