Perdóname (part. DT BILARDO)

Forgive me for being this way
Honestly, I don’t know what’s wrong with me
I don’t know if I messed up, but I definitely lost, and
Thinking it over, I feel like I’m hurting you
Even though I bear the pain and you don’t see me cry
What do you think of me? Is there something you want to say?
What’s happening to me has no explanation, I don’t know how to say it
I live for the Moon and you live for the Sun
When I start thinking about you, I drown in alcohol searching for the reason behind the reason

And maybe we’ve already been through the worst, babe
My heart dedicates a song to you
My room is waiting for one more song
Your name is tattooed on my soul

Eh, and if time doesn’t respond, I keep staring at the clock
And if the Moon doesn’t shine and leaves early
I remember you again
And if my friend doesn’t come or even text, I just pass, literally don’t jump
And if I smoke two Phillies and get really high, maybe that’s for the best
I’m not the same as before
I’m still Elian, but L-Gante is consuming me
I wish I could give you a whole day and make your dreams come true
And now popping the champagne
I’m feeling great, but without her
Everything’s spinning around
Bring the bottle, we’re in for it

It was

I start dancing drunk
On a train that’s already packed
She takes off her bra, pouring down a bottle of Chandon, dude
I got some tussi, come on, take a big line
I have a VIP all the way inside the hall
Gypsy girl, do you want my chain?
How many fools can’t handle the pressure?

I’ll give you the goods if you’re my girl
She doesn’t want fame, she just wants some fun
I have an after-party, a house, a villa, a pool
If it’s hot, she stays in her little panties
Gypsy style, chilling real cool
With a Ziploc and a scoop in hand
If they talk about me, tell them we don’t buy it
They thought I was gone, but here we are
I’m feeling wild, we’re really partying
Frozen drink, I always end up at the after-party crossed

I start dancing drunk
On a train that’s already packed
She takes off her bra, pouring down a bottle of Chandon
Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude
I have a VIP all the way inside the hall
How many fools can’t handle the pressure?
Now we’re good, bro