Te Lo Dije

It's raining
You switch sides
You walk in looking
For something to ease the pain.

She looks at you with a sad face, with a stoned look
Give me a little kiss, don’t touch my
As soon as I get the henna, you shove it where you shit
Your ass face rings a bell, don’t try to sneak in.

Juan, I told you.
Juan, I told you.

Try this shit
Gross! It’s cream
You’re lying, where the hell did this crap come from?

She gets up, looks in the mirror, the crust stuck
The tracksuit, the needle, the clam, out on the street to hustle
The Chichos blasting in the background, they’re gonna score
Cologne, oil, trash, what can you do!

Juan, I told you.
Juan, I told you.

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