DE MADRUGADA (part. Recycled J)

In the early hours
When no one knows who’s who
It hurts that you’re not here, because
In the early hours
Where the gazes can’t be seen
Come, follow me

Stirring the hornet's nest, you can't buy me with cash
We’re the ones who can and don’t want to, bandits, Omar and Tego
Cup in the air and drink on the ground, for my dead ones, for Jero
For the souls that left and now watch over us from the sky
And it’s gonna hurt, those good times won’t come back

Everything has a last time
The gold in my teeth shines, on my wrist a President
From shackles to bills, from the seven docks to the one
City rats coming out of an alley
What you see is what you get, no tricks or cardboard

And I want to
Get it inside you, take it slow and stop time
Let’s not leave room for regrets
This is the place and now is the moment

In the early hours
When no one knows who’s who
It hurts that you’re not here, because
In the early hours
Where the gazes can’t be seen
Come, follow me

It doesn’t matter how many years pass, doesn’t matter one boyfriend or two (wow)
It’s impossible to forget the first love
Who was really important and who’s just paper
Baby, you know gangsters cry too

Co-Co-Con 12 I lost my faith, for you I swore it would be forever
And now playing in another continent because I preferred the cake
To taking off your thong and you talking behind my back
But lie to me one last time

In the early hours
When no one knows who’s who
It hurts that you’re not here, because
In the early hours
Where the gazes can’t be seen
Come, follow me

In the early ho-ho-hours–
In the early hours without your light
In the early ho-ho-hours–
In the early hours without your–, without your li-ight (light, light, light, light, light, light)
In the early ho-ho-hours–
In the early hours without your–, without your light

I’m back at the crime scene, yeah
They don’t give much for all that they ask (uh)
If you miss me, write to me
I’ve got your ticket to the Caribbean

Watching the sunrise in a cove (cove)
Taking puffs from a candle (uh)
If you want, we can go to bed
And if not, we’ll do it in the sand

Chill, baby, don’t cry for me
I’m an OG, for real, huh
Give me a night by your side, Scheherezade
I’ll take care of the other thousand

Fucking with me is like blocking Shaquille
Put another kilo or there’s no deal
With my whole body tattooed like Scofield
If I hear sirens, I’m Copperfield

Black sheep making wool
No end of the month, just the weekend
Lowkey like Loro Piana
Our life looks like a gypsy wedding

I keep everything but the desire
And I’ll make love to you until tomorrow-na-na
Nothing separates us when time stops
My Almodóvar girl, your Amenábar guy

In the early hours
When no one knows who’s who
It hurts that you’re not here, because
In the early hours
Where the gazes can’t be seen
Come, follow me

In the early ho-ho-hours–
In the early hours without your light
In the early ho-ho-hours–
In the early hours without your–, without your li-ight (light, light, light, light, light)
In the early ho-ho-hours–
In the early hours without your–, without your light (light, light, light, light, light)

Ah