Triste Verano (part. Anuel AA)

(Money Wayy)
(Oh-oh)

Here comes the damn sad summer
Blunt rolled up, has ten grams
Today, we treat each other like strangers, brr

Damn it, another one hits me
Summer without you, has me here
From June to August
Crazy because you don't come back

Another summer without you, I hate Valentine's Day
You're cold as Boston
Asking myself: Who the hell are you kissing?

Don't look at me badly
We didn't spend much time together
But you don't know what you mean to me
What do you have someone else? If we broke up recently
Mami, that doesn't make sense to me
In summer, with the Sun outside
But, anyway, I feel everything gray

Since you're not here, since you're not here
To avoid thinking about you, I use drugs and take naps
I call and call with balls and you don't answer
You don't want to know about love, you're protesting
Before, you liked everything, now, everything bothers

And it's summer, but I feel like winter
Stop the bullshit, baby, let's eat each other
I'm without my drug, all night, sick
I'm breaking the habit until we can see each other

Here comes the damn sad summer
Blunt rolled up, has ten grams
Today we treat each other like strangers

Damn it, another one hits me
Summer without you, has me here
From June to August
Crazy because you don't come back

Another summer without you, I hate Valentine's Day
You're cold as Boston
Asking myself: Who the hell are you kissing?

If the song is crying, I don't even record it
I did it for Luian who's messing around and for Eladio
All the songs on the radio remind me of you
Fucking in the stadium dressing room at your concert
I keep myself busy so I don't think about you all the time
Pretending the damage you caused doesn't affect me, I put on the son of a bitch face I have

Come back, the crazy one needs you
You hit me up when you're alone
Come back, give me a really good night
Forever, you'll be the baby girl

Remember that the real doesn't forget
You hit me up when you're feeling naughty
Come back, give me a really good night
Forever, the baby girl

Here comes the damn sad summer
Blunt rolled up, has ten grams
Today we treat each other like strangers

Damn it, another one hits me
Summer without you, has me here
From June to August
Crazy because you don't come back

Another summer without you, I hate Valentine's Day
You're cold as Boston
Asking myself: Who the hell are you kissing?

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(Money Wayy)