ALV Cupido

And if it hadn't been for you
I would never, ever have written this letter

A lot of asses and a fair
I party, I get high all week long
My body asks for rest
But my head asks to forget it

I have a fucking lost look
And I feel anxiety is killing me
Several days that I don't eat anything
Pure whiskey is what I carry in my belly

You made the good boy into a bandit
Fuck Cupid
To hell with you

If you want to know about me
Call your friend
Here it is above me
Let her tell you
The thing is like this
It's okay, dude

I like to dress clean
With exclusive clothing
Dolce, Christian Louis Vuitton
With an Argentina
I'm going to Madrid
I detonated it in Paris

And you made the tender child a little bandit, my dear
Oh, oh, oh
And pure you know

For you I was going to leave the fucking madness
But you preferred a few
Besides, my mother-in-law didn't like me
And honestly, I'm not that much either

You had a good time with me
Listening to corridos on the car
And now the little idiot you killed
He doesn't bring a fair and uploads dancing TikToks

You made the tender child a bandit
Fuck Cupid
To hell with you

If you want to know about me
Call your friend
Here it is above me
Let her tell you
The thing is like this
It's okay, dude

I like to dress clean
With exclusive clothing
Dolce, Christian Louis Vuitton
With an Argentina
I'm going to Madrid
I detonated it in Paris

(Fuck you)

(If you want to know about me)
(Call your friend)
(Here it is above me)
(Let her tell you)
(It's like this)
(It's okay, dude)

(I like to dress clean)
(With exclusive clothing)
(Dolce, Louis Vuitton)
(With an Argentina)
(I'm going to Madrid)
(I detonated it in Paris)