PAROLES
[Intro]
I forgot you
(Kaleen)
[Chorus]
It’s too late to you to call me
I lost interest
Cut it out please, I ain’t on the right track
Death is fifteen feet away from me
I don’t have the face to talk, even if you call me
I have nothing to talk to you, it’s too late for you
Cut it out please
Cut it out please
[Verse 1]
Babe, like there’s no tomorrow, like there’s no death
Looks like your stomach is full but your flowers seem to have faded
If my words move you to tears
Control your hatred, I’m the one you’ll come back to
Being alone is the permanent solution in my life
I don’t need no money right now
Our lives are like series, so which episode is this?
Point your gun at them bastards
[Refrain]
It’s really hard to face and run from the one on mirror, go madder
Like I’m alienated, I let it to the fate, I believe, she’ll come back
I’m so tired, you be show up one night
[Chorus]
It’s too late to you to call me
I lost interest
Cut it out please, I ain’t on the right track
Death is fifteen feet away from me
I don’t have the face to talk, even if you call me
I have nothing to talk to you, it’s too late for you
Cut it out please
[Verse 2]
Don’t come, don’t let me have what I want
An end for our jerry-built dreams
I live in the days when we were happy
If we’re goona be like this, do not trust me at all
I fell for you, I may run away once again
If fate asks you where I am, don’t tell it, I can’t become notorious
I’ve grown up, I just watch and laugh as I get new trouble
I was shy, I said “Stop it, Chavo, you’ve grown up” to myself
I hope I’ll see you in a white dress
Then you’ll my dead body that you want to see
Y’all worship to money, my livers full of smoke, my livers are black
I wasn’t mistaken because I didn’t trust you
I don’t want hope, give me a gun
I’m hell bent on it
[Refrain]
It’s really hard to face and run from the one on mirror, go madder
Like I’m alienated, I let it to the fate, I believe, she’ll come back
I’m so tired, you be show up one night
[Chorus]
It’s too late to you to call me
I lost interest
Cut it out please, I ain’t on the right track
Death is fifteen feet away from me
I don’t have the face to talk, even if you call me
I have nothing to talk to you, it’s too late for you
Cut it out please
(Cut it out please, ay)
[Outro]
It’s really hard to face and run from the one on mirror, go madder
Will come back, you be show up one night
