Lately you’ve been a little unsure
Between the shows and the tours
I’m barely home anymore
Lady
You gotta trust that I’m yours
I’d give it all up and more
And I'ma tell you again
If you didn’t know before
You cry, cry, cry
So many early mornings
I've told you that I love you
And you don't believe my words
Your addiction lies
Your instinct is wrong
I'm a new man
Don't worry at all
You cry, cry, cry
You doubt me
Maybe for my past (I'm not like that anymore)
The best thing about my past
Was meeting you
Baby
The number you used to find
The panties in the truck I would hide
And a love bite on my neck
with cheap excuses
That is all my past
I was shady
That’s who I used to be
But, baby, that’s not me
Not anymore
Let me tell you again
If you didn’t know before
You cry, cry, cry
So many early mornings
I've told you that I love you
And you don't believe my words
Your addiction lies
Your instinct is wrong
I'm a new man
Don't worry at all
You cry, cry, cry
You doubt me
Maybe for my past (I'm not like that anymore)
The best thing about my past
Was meeting you
A whole man
That feels proud
To find love
That holds his partner
And without pain the shout (wooo)
And all my ladies
That made playas fall in love
And took control (control)
The ones who use to cry
But don’t cry anymore
Scream (woooo)
You cry, cry, cry
So many early mornings
I've told you that I love you
And you don't believe my words
Your addiction lies
Your instinct is wrong
I'm a new man
Don't worry at all
You cry, cry, cry
You doubt me
Maybe for my past (I'm not like that anymore)
The best thing about my past
Was meeting you
Oye
You’re the only one
My baby's mom
Yo fui un patán
Sí, more than once
I'm being good
They don't believe my story
No no
When I go to concerts
I know
Nothing
But I don't blame her
If it had of been the other way round
We wouldn't be together
Speaking clearly
Without hairs on the tongue
I'm begging to stop this war
Tell her, tell her, tell her
Your womanly instinct
Was on point before (right on)
But right now, mami
You’re way off
After every show (el negro)
Like Sylvester Stallone
Hey crazy, you get home
You invested in me and my boy
Now I'm not about parting (not about partying)
I love women
Only it detains me
To think of you leaving me
We finish and I don't try them
Chamacas cooperan
You cry, cry, cry
So many early mornings
I've told you that I love you
And you don't believe my words
Your addiction lies
Your instinct is wrong
I'm a new man
Don't worry at all
You cry, cry, cry
You doubt me
Maybe for my past (I'm not like that anymore)
The best thing about my past
Was meeting you