BUENOS AIRES (part. Mora, Zion)

Uoh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

She got tired of them controlling her
Fighting over everything, always calling her
And she once again rolling around
In my bed watching the sunrise
Those coffee-colored eyes
I melt if they see me
Let them screw themselves if they see us

And it's getting late, so don't be late
The clock is our enemy
You know where I live
Just come over
To do that little trick that takes your breath away
Let's go first class to Buenos Aires

She said: They're going to see us
And I said: So what?
Did you think this was going to happen? I predicted it
I approached her and didn't even explain

It was a Thursday and the whole weekend stayed
Asking for it all, I was a true gentleman
Out of courtesy, I took off my hat to enter
Mami, lero, lero, if I'm honest with you
I don't give a damn what others think

It's getting late, so don't be late
The clock is our enemy
You know where I live

Just come over
To do that trick that takes your breath away
Let's go first class to Buenos Aires

Asking for it all, I was a true gentleman
Out of courtesy, I took off my hat to enter
Mami
Zion, baby