Latino Gang, Gang
Ra’ Rauw
I know you're doing well
I truly know you're doing fucking well
But I don't want to accept this at 1001
In Instagram you look hapoy
And your sky is not gray anymore
Babe, tell me with who
are you passing the hours
Tell me, who devours you?
My heart2hurts
And from the heart
I miss the taste of your mouth, yeah, yeah
I miss the taste of your mouth, eeeh
I miss the taste of your mouth...
Ra’ Rauw
I miss your smeel in the house, ye...
And your good coffee in my cup
I miss the breeze
When you would open the windows,
But now I don't have no one to open them
I don't have my sun anymore
Not even if I go to the beach
And even if it's at one hundred degrees,
It's always raining in the terrace
What I do is to look for you
Babe everywhere
Trying to fill what you took with you
And now, who saves me?
Tell me, who takes away from me the gray days?
Thereś not an angel landing from the sky
You wanted to fix it, but I never wanted, baby
J Balvin, man
Let go! Let go!
I know you're doing well
I truly know you're doing fucking well
But I don't want to accept this at 100
Over there you look hapoy
And your sky is not gray anymore
Babe, tell me with who
are you passing the hours
Tell me, who devours you?
My heart hurts
And from the heart
I miss the taste of your mouth
I miss savoring you
I call your body Picasso,
'Cause you're art
I'm forced to think about you
When mom3feels like mentioning you
I live in a novel4
Titi and Catalina,
But I drown my sorrows,
Behind the curtain
Now in the mornings
I don't see you in the kitchen
And at coffee time I have
to call the neighbor
Babe you're not Juliana,
But you indeed were bad
You left me empty
And took away my wings
Now, what I do without you?
Oh, oh, oh, oh…
The same you do without me...
Oh, oh, oh, oh…
Let go!
I know you're doing well
I truly know you're doing fucking well
But I don't want to accept this at 100
In Instagram you look hapoy
And your sky is not gray anymore
Babe, tell me with who
are you passing the hours
Tell me, who devours you?
My heart hurts
And from the heart
I miss the taste of your mouth, yeah, yeah
I miss the taste of your mouth, eeeh
I miss the taste of your mouth...
Ra’ Rauw
Rauw, hey
J Balvin, men
Rauw Alejandro
Latino Gang, Gang
J Balvin
We are the Familia
Calloway
Mo’ Mo’ Mosty
Say it to me Colla
J Balvin, men
Rauw Alejandro
Kenobi
Latino Gang Gang
Duars Entertainment
With the Sensei5
Oh yeah…
1. %2. 'cora' is the apocope of "corazón"3. ?4. soap opera5. plural