TKM (feat. Mesita)

It's the Mesa Tra, all the asses to the back
Ro-Ro-Ro—

We're living in a dream
Since the day I broke it off
My mind's losing its reason
But my heart's screaming yes

I don't want a relationship
I just want you to be mine
Let's take advantage of this moment, babe
To get wild out there

If we're not friends, what are we?
I see your face when I’m on you
You're selling me a lie
And I only believe it when I’m drinking

We kill it at 6 A.M.
You tell me on the phone: TKM
Then in the street, you won't even look at me
And in my bed, things get heated

Can't—, can't say we're friends, it's not serious
You got a mask like the Mystery King
I know you like my kisses on your neck
And I like your vibe, Camila Cabello

I know you're selling me a lie
But it doesn't matter if I drink tequila
If you want us to be friends, chill
I got girls lined up too, mama

Maybe you're with someone else and your lips are shared like Maná
I'd give up everything for you and come find you from China to Panama
Damn fate, 'cause I can't avoid the coincidence
I gave you my heart and now you won't give me back the other half

If we're not friends, what are we?
I see your face when I’m on you
You're selling me a lie
I only believe it when I’m drinking

We kill it at 6 A.M.
You tell me on the phone: TKM
Then in the street, you won't even look at me
And in my bed, things get heated

Girl, I'm not your Prince Charming
But I got a couple of pictures saved in the trunk
Of memories, it's a sin if I remember
That in bed, I lost my mind burning with you

Tell me if we're friends
Or if we're two fakes confusing Cupid
It gets interesting if you give me what I ask for
I know her from before like a repeated story (Mesa Tra)

I don't know if I can trust you, if your heart's pure
Before it's too late, let's do it now
You call me to see you and then ignore me
I met luck for a couple of hours

If we're not friends, what are we?
I see your face when I’m on you
You're selling me a lie
And I only believe it when I’m drinking

We kill it at 6 A.M.
You tell me on the phone: TKM
Then in the street, you won't even look at me
And in my bed, things get heated

What are we?
I’m on you

Rodri Molina put it in China