200 Copas (feat. Banda Mix)

For her, I suffered many times too
She broke my heart very strongly
How many hours of crying are enough
To understand that it's not love? So, good luck

She tries to endure and not get angry
She gives you more love because she doesn't want to lose you
But what else, I won't beg her again
You are her friend, but today I tell you my reality

Your friend turned me into a clown
Since I distanced myself, now I feel
Like a fucking millionaire
From here, there's no level or adversary
I got tired and changed everything, even my wardrobe

And I already toasted with the 200 cups that were
On the bar, and I innocently danced with another
Who was better suited for me

That night I learned the lesson
I repeated to myself a thousand times it's not my fault
The fault here is on both of us

With Banda Mix
And Q' Lokura

(Oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)

She fails you again and says she's sorry
She already has that little trick to convince you
Routine or habit doesn't amuse
Hurting the person who loves you

I tried to forget her with someone else
And the truth wasn't enough
But, whatever, you won't cry for him anymore
Tell that jerk to leave because he's not worth anything anymore

Friend, leave this clown alone
If he got paid to make you suffer, he'd be a millionaire
From now on, he becomes an adversary
And today we go out to drink if necessary

And we'll have the 200 cups on the bar
And we'll sing Innocent together until everyone leaves
Tonight I will fulfill my mission
That you repeat: The piece of shit is him, not you

Your friend turned me into a clown
Since I distanced myself, now I feel
Like a fucking millionaire
From here, there's no level or adversary
I got tired and changed everything, even my wardrobe

And I already toasted with the 200 cups that were
On the bar, and I innocently danced with another
Who was better suited for me

That night I learned the lesson
I repeated to myself a thousand times it's not my fault
The fault here is on both of us

Friend, leave this clown alone
If he got paid to make you suffer, he'd be a millionaire
From now on, he becomes an adversary
And today we go out to drink if necessary

And we'll have the 200 cups on the bar
And we'll sing Innocent together until everyone leaves
Tonight I will fulfill my mission
That you repeat: The piece of shit is him, not you