So what we get drunk?

Ay, pass me the bag, dude

Ay, it's hard to remember
Your name when I wake up
I got high but badly
And now you're already gone

There are not broken hearts anymore
When I fuck with others
When there's drugs in my glass and a couple of powders in my bag
If morning comes, I don't even notice
And he loves me and I love him but it's not for us

There are not broken hearts anymore
He always comes back because he likes how I fuck
He doesn't look at me in the eyes anymore
And he loves me and I love him but it's not for us

Cu-Cute girl
With dope on the table
I got kilos stored in my pantry
Fifteen hoes that get mad if you kiss me
They don't love me
But they dream of me
And they think about me

Let's talk tonight
We have to start over
And if you want, we can get high again here in the car
And it starts to touch me
And I turn on
And we start playing, dude

Cu-cute girl
With dope on the table
I got kilos stored in my pantry
Fifteen hoes that get mad if you kiss me
They don't love me
But they dream of me
And they think about me