Copiloto (part. KICKCOMBO)

I was the co-pilot of the car, I don't know how to drive
Trying to get the song right without knowing how to choose, to choose
I wanted you to think it was for you

As if one song was enough to predict
An entire relationship
Kept, waiting in the glove compartment
I stayed with the song that played
To continue, like this

But you haven't seen the same movies as me
You don't want to fall in love
So why do I want your number?
If you have nothing to tell me?
What makes me angry is having rehearsed enough to be a co-pilot -pilot -pilot

I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot

One hand on the wheel, the other ends on my knee, mhh
I don't know if it's love or nerves, but I feel the tickles, mhh
I smile contained, thinking about flirting, I liked you
You park at an exit to finish what you started

Because you haven't seen the same movies as me
You don't want to fall in love
So why do I want your number?
If you have nothing to tell me?
What makes me angry is having rehearsed enough to be a co-pilot-pilot -pilot

I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot

What makes me angry is having rehearsed enough
Having looked at your photos from before
Having listened to interesting music
To be a co-pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot

I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was the co-pilot of the car, I don't know how to drive