Chamaquita (feat. Juseph)

(No one controls her, she says she's better off alone)
From little girl good grades first place
Now as an adult she's completely the opposite
With strict parents who don't know what she hides
Their little girl now does adult things

Now she takes longer to come back
I call her and she's still up at 3 in the morning
And if her parents don't let her go out
Without thinking quietly she escapes through the window

And what she does is go out to drink
So that the wound that doesn't heal stops hurting
And since she goes out every day
She turned Mondays into weekends too

She looks like a model, could be a Miss
She tells me my song 'Gris' is on repeat
With him she fakes orgasms
Without casting she seems like an actress
Boyfriends last 15 seconds like a Reels

She loves the bad
Drinking and smoking until late
So much ego she can't stand herself
Gold chains but looking for silver
The girl looks for silver

Now she's all about herself
Blondes and bottles
If she wants she kills the league without even playing
She teaches the new ones
Owner of the club
She doesn't sing or dance and she's a superstar

Now she takes longer to come back
I call her and she's still up at 3 in the morning
And if her parents don't let her go out
Without thinking quietly she escapes through the window

And what she does is go out to drink
So that the wound that doesn't heal stops hurting
And since she goes out every day
She turned Mondays into weekends too

(Juseph beibee')
Hello! What's up, baby
She keeps thinking about me when she starts drinking
I make the bootycall and she doesn't take long to respond
You know that with alcohol anything can happen

And she has fire in her soul
It reflects in her eyes
That's why she smokes in the bush that paints them red
She wants long nights like her eyeliner

She's hardly ever seen
But bro, if you see her, it's better to stay away
She doesn't want drama
Pawns don't hang out with ladies
She spent the night at the club and woke up in my bed
Because I figured her out like a crossword puzzle

Now she takes longer to come back
I call her and she's still up at 3 in the morning
And if her parents don't let her go out
Without thinking quietly she escapes through the window

And what she does is go out to drink
So that the wound that doesn't heal stops hurting
And since she goes out every day
She turned Mondays into weekends too