Y Que Carola

I don't want to
I don't want to wait for you anymore
If you're moving so slow
I'm coming in hot
Just how I like it, I mix it up
I set the tempo, ah
Two or three tones
Raw chorus with a shine
I make you a mirror
Old reflection
What burns you more and condemns you
And I'm not dead again

Said more alone
Play me a track and what about Carola
I marked the floor
And stomped it down
I reach the extreme, possessed
And I have no ground

And a bad vibe lifts me
Regulating like a camshaft
All messy
And sets the pace
And between her lips, she holds a glass and
And a thousand sighs again