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I thought about it before, Mommy, it's not like it's a disaster
It's just that artists are always late
Leave your tantrum that there's no one to put up with you
Herreño heart, wandering heart
And nothing is like it used to be, Mommy, it's not like it's a disaster
It's just that artists never get here soon
Leave your tantrum that you look silly
Herreño heart, rightly the amount
I don't need speech therapist
You're the one who doesn't know
Pa to look where it's not left
Pa you give it more spin if that's how the pod is good
Stop hitting the crank
Light the candle
I know you miss me taking away your petticoat
I'll pick you up on a jet ski
Leave the guagua
We left guatepeor pa nicaragua
They talk a lot but move less than the statue
I've got a flow you shit
That's why I get paid now
That's why on stage they throw panties at us
I've got the rhyme fresh
But not frozen
Now on the posters my name appears big
I'm no longer the opening act for the orchestra like I used to
Pa lante bustamante as walkers
Heart heresy wandering heart
The time we spent together knew Caribbean
Mine didn't fit you in the hole
Mine doesn't go with that
Listen to your thing is to accept it
And without frowning
I do one, I fuck two, I'll take care of it
That someone other than me won't take it
I'll take it myself, Eyo rode the foyon
God save you baby, God save you
Never say never, that I say mommy
I say baby, because this goes like this
Sometimes it's hard to get others easy
Sometimes they don't give more than if, if
To keep the balance
I take it semi-untied
I'm fallow to sow
With the corner the eye I look at another lao
How am I going to complain if I've already enjoyed this
Don patricio
You recognized me and crazy
We're doing it for the moco rock
A lot of summer but it knows me little by little
If neither you nor this nor the other me either
What do you want, motherfucker?
If I already have a toas, the granddaughters knowing male
They say if I'm a stay
Patrick, now he's a delivery man
I've got the fruit ready Mommy starts the truck
Carajito, they often say melon
I've been putting out his outson since he was younger
A little moustate inadvertently came out
I felt like an artist I'm painting you in the living room
Birdie came and told me
That I'm now more Italian I sound beautiful molto
I thought about it before, Mommy, it's not like it's a disaster
It's just that artists are always late
Leave your tantrum that there's no one to put up with you
Herreño heart, wandering heart
And nothing is like it used to be, Mommy, it's not like it's a disaster
It's just that artists never get here soon
Leave your tantrum that you look silly
Herreño heart, rightly the amount
