Amor de Contrabando (part. Magic Juan)

I wanted to have your eyes
But you’re illegal
You want everything your way
Black market, unofficial

I wanted to drive on the highway, careful and without a baby
And you wanted green paths, flying on LSD
I realized you’d rather share the steak
Than just a piece for yourself

It was a smuggled love
You called me a dog and you were barking (woof, woof)
You with me and the other guy thinking that you
Were getting with your little friend
Giving, giving a smuggled love (so good)
You called me a dog and you were barking (woof, woof)
You with me and the other guy thinking that you
Were getting with your little friend (giving, eh)
Giving, giving a smuggled love

Yeah
Take it away
A smuggled love
Magic Juan, baby
Rawayana

I saw you with your crew
The drinks flowing, a scandalous turn
One hotter than the other, but it’s clear you’re the wild one
You stand out like metal and I’m a purebred dude
I know there’s something behind that flirty look
Are you married or taken? Hot body and cold blood
Let’s get to it, we dance close and lock horns like a deer
And I, who never breaks a dish, and you want to break all the dishes
You’re pure smuggling, you’re breaking the rules and that’s illegal

I wanted to drive on the highway, careful and without a baby
And you wanted green paths, flying on LSD
I realized you’d rather share the steak
Than just a piece for yourself

It was a smuggled love
You called me a dog and you were barking (woof, woof, ay-ay-ay)
You with me and the other guy thinking that you
Were getting with your little friend
Giving, giving a smuggled love (so good)
You called me a dog and you were barking (woof, woof)
You with me and the other guy thinking that you
Were getting with your little friend (giving, eh)
Giving, giving a smuggled love–

Let’s get it going
Take it away
A smuggled love
From Venezuela to the Republic, baby
A smuggled love
Me

I’m free, you’re free, and nothing is respected
It feels so damn good, Marvin Gaye, let’s get it on
I’m free, you’re free (the tough guy), and nothing is respected (rawayana)
It feels so damn good (yeah), Marvin Gaye (yeah), let’s get it on
Hey
It feels so damn good, Marvin Gaye, let’s get it on
I’m no chatterbox
It feels so damn good, Marvin Gaye, let’s get it on (the little guy, the swing)

(Woof, woof, hey)
You know the little boats are the best
I’m making more rounds than a restaurant on the strip, for (we went)
Tell him, Mazzarri
Temptation
Eh, for Javier
It’s giving us a hard time, Mancha'o and me
Damn, I don’t know what to–
Ah, and after we ate half and one of those cookies that are in a bag
I think they’re poisoned and damn
I can’t get up from the floor here in the car
Ah, Mancha'o is gone