Tú Tienes El Son

Hm

It's 12:30, I still haven't gotten up
I still have no desire to do it
Seeing how the debt increases
Yesterday I spent money I shouldn't have in the account
Although it was worth shit that I realized it

Yesterday I gueli, yesterday I smoked, yesterday I drank
And apparently how is it today too?
The house is a mess that I don't want to clean up
It is a physical reflection of how my being is
But what can you do if there is nothing to lose?
See the rosy panorama, see it fall
God, he doesn't ask me for anything because there is only body
Easier to find a coconut in the desert, right?
He tells me to go out, but I don't feel like it
I'm screwed, they would say in Zapopan
Not even money, money makes my days sunny, sunny anymore
Without you, mommy, mommy (ah)

And you have the sound that makes sunny days
I'm not encouraged anymore if you take the pony
They ask me what happens if I go with my homies
They don't see me happy anymore, my face has lost a hue and looks gray

(Says something like, woop)
I just wanted to write you a topic and it came out the other way around
Damn galaxy, in your brown eyes, has me at your feet
I romanticized my bad times
I don't forget the bad, that's why I started
I hit him two, three, and what else can I do?
Everything is already screwed
I saw it in his eyes all broken, he didn't even say goodbye
I'm all sore and dry on the couch
And you, you're so good at modeling on television
What a bad decision
Sometimes I screw up
I woke up with the late mission of having avoided you
Neither everything in favor nor everything complicated
Like PSG, what luck, I left in the round of 16 (Bro)
I am bent, no doubt, but half broken
My risotto was a bit bland
I always bet on my music along with your photos
And the memory of your kisses will always be with us

And you have the sound that makes sunny days
I'm not encouraged anymore if you take the pony
They ask me what happens if I go with my homies
They don't see me happy anymore, my face has lost a hue and looks gray

(Woop)
And even though sometimes the dawn continues to be grey
It's Mexico, it's Colombia
They are the skinny guy's flows
It is the Penya
The Bcn
Tell me Alka
Ye-yeh
Yes, yes, you know
Wo-oh
Yes, yes, you know
Yes, yes, you know
Yes, yes, you know
Yes, yes, you know