LYRICS GAME

Latino gang, gang

Ra-Rauw

I know that you're doing fine

Honestly, I know that you're doing f*cking great

But I don't want to accept this one hundred percent

On Instagram you look happy, your sky isn't gray anymore

Babe, tell me who you're spending the hours with

Tell me who devours you

My heart hurts, and for real

I miss the taste of your mouth

Yeah-yeah

I miss the taste of your mouth

Baby

I miss the taste of your mouth

I miss your scent in the house

And your good coffee in my cup

I miss the breeze, when you used to open the windows

But I don't have anyone to open them anymore

I don't have my sun anymore, not even if I go to the beach

And even if it's a hundred degrees, it always rains on the terrace

All I do is look for you

Babe, everywhere, trying to fill what you took away

And now who saves me?

Tell me who takes away my gray days

There isn't an angel that lands from the sky

You wanted to fix it, but I never wanted, baby, oh-oh-eh

I know that you're doing fine

Honestly, I know that you're doing f*cking great

But I don't want to accept this one hundred percent

Over there you look happy, your sky isn't gray anymore

Babe, tell me who you're spending the hours with

Tell me who devours you

My heart hurts, and for real

I miss the taste of your mouth

I miss savoring you

I call your body Picasso because you're art

They make me think about you

When mom happens to mention you

I live in a soap opera, Titi and Catalina

But I cry my sorrows behind the curtain

In the mornings I don't see you in the kitchen anymore

And for coffee I have to call the neighbor

Babe, you're not Juliana, but you were bad

You left me empty and took my wings

Now what do I do without you?

The same thing you do without me

I know that you're doing fine

Honestly, I know that you're doing f*cking great

But I don't want to accept this one hundred percent

Over there you look happy, your sky isn't gray anymore

Babe, tell me who you're spending the hours with

Tell me who devours you

My heart hurts, and for real

I miss the taste of your mouth, yeah-yeah

I miss the taste of your mouth, baby

I miss the taste of your mouth, baby

Ra-Rauw, Rauw

J Balvin, man, Rauw Alejandro

Latino gang, gang

J Balvin, we're the family

Calloway

Mo-Mo-Mosty, tell me, Colla

J Balvin, man, Rauw Alejandro

Kenobi, Latino gang, gang

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