PERRA MADRE (part. Gabito Ballesteros)

Thank God, I’m not feeling low
Spending cash, smoking weed
I know they’re watching over me from up high
But nothing fills me up, I miss your skin

Woke up, I’m drinking tequila
I don’t know how the hell you came into my life
With another girl, I healed the wound
I’m not looking for excuses to see you again

To get you out of my heart
I’m looking for other girls, but no one’s like your lips
F***ing mom, nothing’s better
Since that night, my mind’s been all messed up

Moon, tell me if it’s tough
Tell me in secret if she misses me, if she cries for me
You’re so sweet and I’m such a mess
Anyway, girl, I hope you’re doing much better alone

Uh!
Yeah-yeah
A-a-ayo
Much better alone
Come on, buddy Armenta
Your buddy Gabito, old man
Little one
Because we’re the ones who are here
Behave yourself
Ar-men-ta

Feeling good, got the pill
F***ing anxiety, sometimes it takes over
Wearing Cartier, asses, my medicine
Sex in the City, a pleasure addict

Lines of powder give me dopamine
They come and go heading up
I’ll keep being a badass for life
Sad loqueron, an addict, baby

To get you out of my heart
I’m looking for other girls, but no one’s like your lips
F***ing mom, nothing’s better
Since that night, my mind’s been all messed up

Moon, tell me if it’s tough
Tell me in secret if she misses me, if she cries for me
You’re so sweet and I’m such a mess
Anyway, girl, I hope you’re doing much better alone

Oh, little one
It’s Gabito, old man