Fuiste (Lo Mejor del Verano) (part. DT.Bilardo)

You were the best of summer, but you were, you never loved me
Grab your things now and don't come back, I have the recipe to stop spinning around

Booze, booze, booze, booze, booze
Booze, booze, booze, to forget
Now more wicks are long-lasting
I go out loose with all the swagger
I play some tunes to make you shake your hips
She doesn't forget about me, the chick tells me

Both dancing, sweating, sticking our bodies
Getting heated up, the ship scraping

I remember everything, everything, everything
I remember your everything, everything, going down
Both under the moon, always having fun
Summer, smoking, burning the cash

I used to take you to the best motels
I wanted to give you the whole world
I gave you the moon