Como Te Gusta Enredarme
Y se lo cuento, me llueves en abril, y el aire, el aire viaja seco
Que tu no sabes lo que es verse sola
Que tus padres se mofen lo empeora
Los ojitos inchaos' la cortisona
Doy tanto miedo más que la llorona
¿Qué tú te cres que yo quiero la corona?
Que tú te cres que quiero un jodido diploma
Estoy huyendo porque la pena se asoma
Y se que pagarias por ver mi cuello en tu soga
¿Qué tú te cres que vivo de las estrellas?
Que la via me folla y no me deja huella
Que no se lo que duele el dedo en la llaga
Y que si por mi fuera no cambiaria ni media
Y es que a estas horas incluso cuando hay joda
No te tengo a mi vera pienso en tu cara y se me hace tanta bola
Brindo por la parca tu salud y me escribo unas rolas
Tu sintonia por mi emisora
Tanta mala bajas de venas buenas
No me queda otra que ponerte a prueba
Y? Quien me saco? Y mama
Se te ha enfriao la cena tenía tantas ganas de que te relamieras
No me digas de salir que sabes que cuesta
Sabes que me cuesta, que me quiero acostar
Quieres saber de mi? No te voy a contar
Para que preguntar, como te gusta enredarme
Hierve la sangre, tengo flow yo pa' darte y regalarte
Sabes que me encanta que te encante
Lo que pasa nene es que no quiero acostumbrarme
Pa que me claves el visto
Y leugo te da por la calle con to' Cristo
Hablándole de yo que sé a cualquier listo
Y no me sienta bien, no me sienta bien
Pa ti no existo, y para colmo me cuestiono si desisto
Y me disculpas, me mareas, yo te insisto
Y no me sienta bien, no me sienta bien
How You Like to Tangle Me
And I tell you, you rain on me in April, and the air, the air travels dry
That you don't know what it's like to be alone
That your parents mocking you makes it worse
The swollen eyes, the cortisone
I'm scarier than the 'llorona'
What do you think I want the crown?
What do you think I want a damn diploma?
I'm running away because the sorrow is looming
And I know you'd pay to see my neck in your noose
What do you think I live off the stars?
The road fucks me and leaves no trace
That I don't know what hurts the finger in the wound
And that if it were up to me, I wouldn't change a thing
And at this hour even when there's a party
I don't have you by my side, I think of your face and it all gets so tangled
I toast to death, your health, and I write some rhymes
Your tune on my station
So much bad from good veins
I have no choice but to put you to the test
And? Who took me out? And mom
Your dinner got cold, I was so looking forward to you licking your fingers
Don't tell me to go out, you know it's hard
You know it's hard, that I want to go to bed
You want to know about me? I'm not going to tell you
Why ask, how you like to tangle me
My blood boils, I have the flow to give you and gift you
You know I love that you love
What happens, baby, is that I don't want to get used to it
For you to leave me on read
And then you go out on the street with everyone
Talking about I don't know what to any smart guy
And it doesn't sit well with me, it doesn't sit well with me
For you I don't exist, and to top it off I question if I give up
And you apologize, you confuse me, I insist
And it doesn't sit well with me, it doesn't sit well with me