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COMFORT ZONE

Fuerza Regida

ZONA DE COMFORT

Vagando en la depresión, queriendo olvidar tu cuerpo
Yo ya no creo en el amor, se me quitó lo pendejo

Me cayó un culo cabrón y me olvidé de tus besos
Que te cuide Dios
Yo no vuelvo ni de pedo

Me cayó un culo cabrón y me olvidé de tus besos
Que te cuide Dios
Yo no vuelvo ni de pedo

Ando en zona de confort, entre humo, alcohol y sexo
Disfruto la perdición, contigo era prisionero
No está guapo el amigo, pero sí porta buen verbo
Y aunque no tenga un millón, arremanga buenos cueros

Me voy y ya no vuelvo contigo, no, amor
Pero espero que extrañes mi calor
Mientras yo me refundo en el alcohol

Me cayó un culo cabrón y me olvidé de tus besos
Que te cuide Dios
Yo no vuelvo ni de pedo

Me cayó un culo cabrón y me olvidé de tus besos
Que te cuide Dios
Yo no vuelvo ni de pedo

Ando en zona de confort, entre humo, alcohol y sexo
Disfruto la perdición, contigo era prisionero
No está guapo el amigo, pero sí porta buen verbo
Y aunque no tenga un millón, arremanga buenos cueros

COMFORT ZONE

Wandering in depression, wanting to forget your body
I no longer believe in love, I stopped being stupid

A badass ass came my way and I forgot about your kisses
May God take care of you
I won't come back even if I'm drunk

A badass ass came my way and I forgot about your kisses
May God take care of you
I won't come back even if I'm drunk

I'm in my comfort zone, amidst smoke, alcohol, and sex
I enjoy the damnation, with you I was a prisoner
The friend isn't handsome, but he carries good words
And even if I don't have a million, he handles good leather

I'm leaving and not coming back to you, no, my love
But I hope you miss my warmth
While I drown myself in alcohol

A badass ass came my way and I forgot about your kisses
May God take care of you
I won't come back even if I'm drunk

A badass ass came my way and I forgot about your kisses
May God take care of you
I won't come back even if I'm drunk

I'm in my comfort zone, amidst smoke, alcohol, and sex
I enjoy the damnation, with you I was a prisoner
The friend isn't handsome, but he carries good words
And even if I don't have a million, he handles good leather

Escrita por: Jesus Ortiz Paz / Luis Ernesto Vega Carvajal