Que hayas enga+-ado a este coraz+-n breathing fire- La +Śltima raya de coca to my moms kitchen.
when you ask yourself was it right or wrong
And you ain't even gotta go to Jamaica
She wants communal, fluent flat household.
Ken balasang nataina
We'd walk behind while you would run.
(They'll talk of love)
That eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
Don't say it again
But has it been too long
You don't need no cosmic shit
Upon the bloody altar of my tears
It feels so right being with you here tonight