Princesa

Eh, eh
How, how, how does it go
This is Swit Eme cousin, 2024

Who draws those low clouds?
And who makes those brown eyes shine?
You see everything clearer when you step back
Just because you don’t always guarantee a catch
I don’t live in a bubble
But when the day hits me, I soak it all up like a sponge
Whiskey and smoke, and I think Marce, take it easy
But the rage doesn’t ease up, it pushes

Look me in the eyes
The day I wrote that song feels far away
I’m getting old, but at least I travel
And if something goes wrong, I fix it, I don’t complain

We don’t spin on the same axis
She says no, but tomorrow she’ll come down and grab it
And I don’t think she’ll quit, eh, eh
It’s not her fault, the habit makes the monk

With a hell of a cold
I drag a thousand shit like a beetle
She tells me it’s the last time and I’ll quit
And then for the mother who brought me here

One Friday night I told her
My sapphire eyes, yours, the jungle (why?)
Because they’re brown and green (no one ever told me that)
I want to see my reflection in your eyes
And I also want a penthouse, but I live in a basement
We go to the same place like the Duero and the Tajo
I want to be with you, but we’re better off apart

Your lace lingerie
That makes my jaw drop
Drugs and fines in the same drawer
Love and hate in the same message
I don’t give a damn about the profession, I show up in sweats to the meeting, and there are seven guys in suits
I know I’m not lying when I say that time heals the wound, not the bandage

I wasn’t born with an advantage
I’ll end up in a box or behind bars
I’d rather die than be another sheep
I’d rather be a needle in the hay

I swear on my mom
That a buddy advises and doesn’t talk shit
I know because I have real friends
And now you know I know that the one next to you isn’t a friend

If I have to get down in the mud, I will, eh
If I have to get wet, I’ll get wet
But I’ll tell you straight, princess
It’s not worth the storm that makes your eyes rain

Who draws those low clouds?
And who makes those brown eyes shine?
You see everything clearer when you step back
Just because you don’t always guarantee a catch
I don’t live in a bubble
But when the day hits me, I soak it all up like a sponge

Whiskey and smoke, and I think Marce, take it easy.