Y Que Les Digo? (part. Angel Ureta)

Oh, oh, oh, little one
Oswaldo_NR
Here it comes, girl

And today I told my grandma that you’re no longer here
That you’ve gone away, not with me

At family dinners, you won’t be there
My aunt keeps nagging about you
And what do I say?
Lost in the fame, lost in the excess
But being in your bed is what I desire most
Tell me, what do I do to see you?
I don’t want this forever, I’ve looked for a way and maybe high I can see you
Empty bottles, I’ve been at it for days
I pray to God to give me a way out
If I had known that loving you would hurt, I would’ve asked to be a kid for life, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Hey
[?]
Ha, bitch
Uh
Angel Ureta

The damn anxiety is slowly killing me from overthinking
About what we were, there’s no reason left

And at family dinners, you won’t be there
My aunt keeps nagging about you
And what do I say?
Lost in the fame, lost in the excess
But being in your bed is what I desire most
Tell me, what do I do to see you?
I don’t want this forever, I’ve looked for a way and maybe high I can see you
Empty bottles, I’ve been at it for days
I pray to God to give me a way out
If I had known that loving you would hurt, I would’ve asked to be a kid for life, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah (NR, hey)