Copiloto (part. KICKCOMBO)
Yo era copiloto del coche, no sé conducir
Intentando acertar con la canción sin saber elegir, elegir
Quería que pensaras que era para ti
Como si una canción bastara para predecir
Una relación entera
Guardada, esperando en la guantera
Me quedé con la canción que pusiera
Seguir, así
Pero tú no has visto las mismas películas que yo
Tú no quieres enamorarte
¿Entonces para qué quiero tu número
Si no tienes nada que contarme?
Lo que me da rabia es haber ensayado bastante para ser copiloto -to -to
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Una mano en el volante, la otra acaba en mi rodilla, mhh
No sé si es amor o nervios, pero siento las cosquillas, mhh
Sonrío contenida, pienso en ligar, me has gusta’o
Aparcas en una salida para acabar lo que has empeza’o
Porque tú no has visto las mismas películas que yo
Tú no quieres enamorarte
¿Entonces para qué quiero tu número
Si no tienes nada que contarme?
Lo que me da rabia es haber ensayado bastante para ser copiloto-to -to -to
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Lo que me da rabia es haber ensayado bastante
Haberme mirado tus fotos de antes
Haberme escuchado música interesante
Para ser copiloto -to -to -to -to- to -to -to -to
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto
Yo era copiloto del coche, no sé conducir
Co-pilot (feat. KICKCOMBO)
I was the co-pilot of the car, I don't know how to drive
Trying to get the song right without knowing how to choose, to choose
I wanted you to think it was for you
As if one song was enough to predict
An entire relationship
Kept, waiting in the glove compartment
I stayed with the song that played
To continue, like this
But you haven't seen the same movies as me
You don't want to fall in love
So why do I want your number?
If you have nothing to tell me?
What makes me angry is having rehearsed enough to be a co-pilot -pilot -pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
One hand on the wheel, the other ends on my knee, mhh
I don't know if it's love or nerves, but I feel the tickles, mhh
I smile contained, thinking about flirting, I liked you
You park at an exit to finish what you started
Because you haven't seen the same movies as me
You don't want to fall in love
So why do I want your number?
If you have nothing to tell me?
What makes me angry is having rehearsed enough to be a co-pilot-pilot -pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
What makes me angry is having rehearsed enough
Having looked at your photos from before
Having listened to interesting music
To be a co-pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot -pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was a co-pilot
I was the co-pilot of the car, I don't know how to drive