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