Tú Tienes El Son

Hm

It's 12:30, still can't get out of bed
Still feeling dead inside
Watching my debt just pile up
Yesterday I spent money I shouldn't have on my account
Though it didn't matter that I realized it

Yesterday I chilled, yesterday I smoked, yesterday I drank
And apparently, I'm doing it again today
The house is a mess that I don't want to clean
It's a physical reflection of how I feel
But what can I do? There's nothing left to lose
Seeing the bright side, watching it all fall
God, don't ask me for anything because there's just this body
Easier to find a coconut in the desert, right?
You tell me to go out, but I just don't feel like it
I'm so over it, as they'd say in Zapopan
Not even the money makes my days sunny anymore
Without you, babe, babe (Ah)

And it's you who brings the vibe that makes the days sunny
Nothing lifts me up if you ride the pony
They ask me what's wrong when I'm with my homies
They don't see me happy, my face lost its color and looks gray

(Something like, woop)
I just wanted to write you a song and it came out all wrong
Damn galaxy, in your brown eyes, it has me at your feet
I romanticized my bad times
I don't forget the bad, that's why I started
I took a couple hits, and what else can I do?
Everything's messed up
I saw it in her eyes, all broken, she didn't even say goodbye
I'm all hurt and dry on the couch
And you, breaking hearts, modeling on TV
What a bad decision
Sometimes I screw up
I woke up with the late mission of avoiding you
Neither everything's in my favor nor is it all complicated
Like PSG, what luck, I got knocked out in the round of 16 (Bro)
I'm bent, no doubt, but kinda broken
The risotto turned out bland
I always bet on my music along with your photos
And the memory of your kisses will always be for us

And it's you who brings the vibe that makes the days sunny
Nothing lifts me up if you ride the pony
They ask me what's wrong when I'm with my homies
They don't see me happy, my face lost its color and looks gray

(Woop)
And even if some days still start off gray
It's Mexico, it's Colombia
It's the flows of the skinny guy
It's Penya
The Bcn
Tell me Alka
Yeah-yeah
You know it, you know it
Wo-oh
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it
You know it, you know it