Fíjate (part. Cheche Flores)

Look at how my hands are
Lifeless and without tears
And it's from crying so much

Look at how my hands are
Shaky and old
And it's from drinking so much

Look at that nothing matters to me anymore
'Cause all the good stuff
You took when you left

Look at that if one day you came back
And if you happened to see me
You'd start crying
I swear to God
You'd start crying

Look at how my hands are
Shaky and old
And it's from drinking so much

Look at that nothing matters to me anymore
'Cause all the good stuff
You took when you left

Look at that if one day you came back
And if you happened to see me
You'd start crying
I swear to God
You'd start crying