La Realidad

Uah, uah
I want to see you tonight
Just to tell you the truth
Because I really can't stand it anymore
I can't stand it, oh
I don't know if you're in love
Or if it was me who got involved
I've been trying for a while
But I keep crashing into reality
I don't know if it's your fault
Or if I'm still to blame
Because I still like you
Even though what you're doing
You're doing it maliciously

And it's not normal
That when she climbs on top of me
I close my eyes to imagine your face
I can't handle this double life anymore
This wasn't supposed to happen
If she treats me well, irons and cooks for me
Why doesn't my heart feel anything?
But the answer is so simple
And it's that this wasn't supposed to happen

That when she climbs on top of me
I close my eyes to imagine your face
I can't handle this double life anymore
This wasn't supposed to happen
If she treats me well, irons and cooks for me
Why doesn't my heart feel anything?
But the answer is so simple
And it's that this wasn't supposed to happen

I want to erase you from my story
But when I try
I feel like the story gets longer
One must do everything they dare
And I keep being innocent even if they prove it to me
I won't lie, I'm still your man
Even though at night I'm afraid
That your name will slip away from me
In bed when I know your voice is calling me
But I know you're someone else who brought me fame
If she cooks for me, washes me, irons for me
She goes with me on Sundays on the boat
Today I come to tell you that I'm not playing on your field anymore
And I don't know what to do because you always ask for a rematch

And it's not normal
That when she climbs on top of me
I close my eyes to imagine your face
I can't handle this double life anymore
This wasn't supposed to happen
If she treats me well, irons and cooks for me
Why doesn't my heart feel anything?
But the answer is so simple
And it's that this wasn't supposed to happen

That when she climbs on top of me
I close my eyes to imagine your face
I can't handle this double life anymore
This wasn't supposed to happen
If she treats me well, irons and cooks for me
Why doesn't my heart feel anything?
But the answer is so simple
And it's that this wasn't supposed to happen

I'm no longer pleasing her whenever she wants
Restaurants, no luxuries, no red flowers
I make her happy during the day so she doesn't catch me
But at night I miss my redhead
It's a fictional love, I don't even caress her anymore
Little by little, I feel the building collapsing
You're the one who understands me when I'm out of control
And the one who rescues me when I'm on the edge

Because of you, I got caught up in your game
And now I feel nothing
I have to accept that you have me bad
And now you want me to fall again
I have the desire
I have to endure
I can't fail, baby

Whoo, whoo
Pusho, the MVP
This is Casablanca Records
Montana The Producer
Franfusion, the illusions
Baby this is The Reality
The MVP, the album