Autor: Letras de Canciones – Lyrics

Mi mujer me estaba llamando Estaba contigo perreando Mi mujer me estaba llamando pero yo no contesté Porque yo estaba contigo perreando y de ella me olvidé Dios mío perdóname, no sé por qué yo le fallé Yo estaba en

I love it when you call me Señorita I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya But every touch is ooh-la-la-la It’s true, la-la-la Ooh, I should be runnin’ Ooh, you keep me coming for ya Land in Miami

I been hoping, I been praying Someone else could feel this pain and Save me from the fear, it linger Only has me falling quicker Look me in my eye, tell me that we fine (Ah, ah) ‘Cause right now

I’m just a Judas, looking for a silver line And tomorrow is still a step behind Hey, hey, drama, I’d love to be a waste of your time Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine, so hear me out

Hallelujah, holy lion, word to Judas How I’m supposed to (Hey), trust what you say is the truest? (Right) Haile Selassie (Uh), insha’Allah if I gotta (Woo) Spin my words around as if you wanted a mandala for Nirvana Singin’

So tired of comparisons Tryin’ to learn the lesson in Fallin’ every time that I do The chemicals inside my brain Never let me feel the pain Pushing me to see the truth My heart is like a hand grenade

Eeepa Esa carita que me llevas Me sigo haciendo el remolón, bien te gusta vacilar Siempre me pones a prueba Tú te viniste al botellón, te aparcaste al la’o del mar Dime si vas y me llevas (Uh) Que a

All my life Ini was Ooh, mine was a lover of a wrong kind Keepin’ what you tellin’ me I know mine− Living in a lonesome way Had me looking other ways (‘Cause I am, I am…) (I am lost

(Yeah) Ella ya se cansó de se’ la víctima Ahora su corazón ya no lo lastiman Se le acabaron la’ lágrima-as Ya no está pa’ que le mientan Puso su cuerpo en venta, ah Dice que el amor no existe

I’m just a Judas, looking for a silver line And tomorrow is still a step behind Hey, hey, drama, I’d love to be a waste of your time Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine, so hear me out

E o tamborsão rola A mulherada, a mulherada, a mulherada gosta E o DJ solta A mulherada gosta A mulherada gosta E o DJ solta E o tamborsão rola A mulherada, a mulherada, a mulherada gosta E o DJ solta

White shirt now red, my bloody nose Sleepin’, you’re on your tippy toes Creepin’ around like no one knows Think you’re so criminal Bruises on both my knees for you Don’t say thank you or please I do what I

I’m done hating myself for feeling I’m done crying myself away I’ve gotta leave and start the healing But when you move like that, I just want to stay What have I become now? Looking through your phone now, oh

All my life Ini was Ooh, mine was a lover of a wrong kind Keepin’ what you tellin’ me I know mine− Living in a lonesome way Had me looking other ways (‘Cause I am, I am…) (I am lost