Dardos (part. Prince Royce)

Just a little more, I’ll really forget you, and I had quit drinking
The sign that keeps my bad luck going, your missed calls
I wish I could believe I can ignore you, that you don’t matter that much
My dignity is a target on the wall where you throw darts

To be more honest and precise
My Cancer sign is way too vulnerable for a Leo
Maybe it’s Venus that keeps me from
Putting out the flames, and I’m burning in your fire

Love me, just a little bit at least
Want me, just a tiny bit, I beg you
Careful, don’t take too much advantage (too much)
It’s proven, you’re a poisoned candy

Love me, just a little bit at least
Want me, just a tiny bit, I beg you
They’ve been saying: Obsessed bachatero (obsessed)
Drunk, the gossip says, I’m brain-dead

Ah, yeah, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, yeah, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, yeah, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, yeah, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya

To be more honest and precise
My Cancer sign is way too vulnerable for a Leo
Maybe it’s Venus that keeps me from
Putting out the flames, and I’m burning in your fire

Love me, just a little bit at least
Want me, just a tiny bit, I beg you
Careful, don’t take too much advantage (too much)
It’s proven, you’re a poisoned candy

Love me, just a little bit at least
Want me, just a tiny bit, I beg you
They’ve been saying: Obsessed bachatero (obsessed)
Drunk, the gossip says, I’m brain-dead

Ah, yeah, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, yeah, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya
Ah, yeah, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya (yaqui-ye, yaqui-ye, yaqui-ya)
Ah, yeah, yaqui-yaqui-yaqui-ye, yaqui-yaqui-ya

Royce
The biggest
Ah-ah, I'm not okay

I don’t want to be that joke anymore
I don’t like that you’re so cruel

Oh, oh, help, oh my God
Oh, oh, oh, I scream, you make me suffer (uh)
If you throw one more dart, I won’t hold up
You throw one more dart, you’re gonna kill me

Oh, oh, pain, heartbreak
Oh, oh, I’m gonna cry, my love (uh)
If you throw one more dart, I’m gonna bleed out
If you throw one more dart, you’re gonna kill me

Ouch
You’re killing me, babe
They’ve been saying: Obsessed bachatero
Drunk, the gossip says, I’m brain-dead