Scoco [English translation]

Ey, Toto, LOUTA, Bhavi

Ey, oh, oh

San Martín

San Martín Scoco

San Martín

San Martín Scoco

They went overboard, man

They pinned a "fragile" sign to you

With Pablito, I'll make it easy for you

He doesn't want it anymore, he can't stand the siren anymore, that

Saint Martin Scoco, already sees it

Cries about the botox on his skin

Twenty-twenty seven

That look changes my mind

I, looking at your face, can't find a way to see myself as something decent

Saint Martin Scoco, already sees it

Cries about the botox on his skin

My eyes are sweating coconut ice cream (ah)

I saw her riding a bike (almost), I almost crash (almost)

I'm not asking you for a lot, I just want a bit (oh, oh)

Just a quick touch to leave me feeling crazy

Yes, strawberry1

Now the prey becomes the bait

The defendants at the table

He prays to his pupil, it's that one, yeah (it's that one)

The storm translates the winds with cuddles

We think everything we say (we say)

Mixed, we're better than Fanta with wine

Fate's polished me, I tend to go red, I got

Jokes that cause cravings, I got

Kind of loose fangs, I got, I got, I got (yeah), yeah

The devil's coming close, with a Dior ribbon

With worn out tires2and smelling of liquor

People flatter and praise you, but don't think that now you're God, oh

Only a shooting star can turn off the neon light

I'd build a flow palace, but I'm a city

(They straight at 'bout "Okey")

Baby, where were you? I couldn't be

I stole from fourty, like Ali Baba

Collecting some millions for my mom

Delivering riots to the fucking storm

Today was hard, but I learnt

That I'm immature and I never grew up

My heart, so pure, it doesn't have a re-fill anymore

Her dark heart speaks to me in guaraní

(Tell it to them, Pablito!)

How's it doing3

They went overboard, man

They pinned a "fragile" sign to you

With Pablito, I'll make it easy for you

He doesn't want it anymore, he can't stand the siren anymore, that

Saint Martin Scoco, already sees it

Cries about the botox on his skin

Twenty-twenty seven (seven)

That look changes my mind (mind)

I, looking at your face, can't find a way to see myself as something decent

Saint Martin Scoco, already sees it (yes)

Cries about the botox on his skin