TAN FRÍO

Eh, eh, eh-eh
Yeh-eh
Ten grand on the table, next to a bag
Three lines of strawberry, the Gold Rose CD
For those things, I'm so cold, I'm so—

Baby, we’ll talk tomorrow, I can’t right now
I gotta catch another flight and we’re taking off, but
Even though I’m just a passenger here
You know what we have isn’t just passing, yeah

Above the money, the cars, and the leather
I miss you and I love you
The damn script of a washed-up actor
Mourning for my brother

Like a lotus, like the flower in your hair
In the end, who cares if I die?
Besides you and the gardener
That’s what I tell myself, look how much I care

I’m the last soldier on the wrong side, but whatever
I grew up in the hood
That’s what I want, chaos, chaos
Half a meter away and I can’t even read you
A swan among ugly ducklings

Ten grand on the table, a bouquet of roses
Cans of beer and a butterfly
For those things, I'm so cold, I'm so—
Ten grand on the table, next to a bag
And three lines of strawberry, the Gold Rose CD
For those things, I'm so cold, I'm so—

Ten grand on the table-a-a
Three lines of strawberry-a-a
For those things, for those things
For those things, I'm so—

So sad, sad like a bolero
Old Jorgero, panda Trupe, brown-noser
He’s turned into a crybaby and was a fucking all-terrain
Because of love for that model and the game

Ice on my neck, this and that
The nightmare, the hustle, the dealer
Living a dream; living without a master
Is something I learned since I was little

Good among the bad, handsome among the ugly
So numb, from that poison
I’m feeling possessed
You’re an angel fallen from heaven
And I want another bite to see if it tastes like the ground

Mmmm
Your face is a candy
Because it’s sugar burnt by fire
Like a gift with a new ribbon
Cut me off, like a bullfighter

Ten grand on the table, a bouquet of roses
Cans of beer and a butterfly
For those things, I'm so cold, I'm so—
Ten grand on the table, next to a bag
And three lines of strawberry, the Gold Rose CD
For those things, I'm so cold, I'm so—

Ten grand on the table-a-a
Three lines of strawberry-a-a
For those things, for those things
For those things, I'm so—

Ten grand on the table-a-a
Three lines of strawberry, the Gold Ro—
For those things, for those things
For those things, I'm so—