Bla, Bla, Bla
Le da un re asco que yo sea esto, un negro del ghetto, caravana
Si va por ahí, perro
Un hueco, que—, na-na-na-na-na
Está perfecto, es tu—, na-na-na-na-na
Sí, perro, eh, esa es
A ver, dale play
Le da un re asco que yo sea esto, un negro del ghetto, caravana
Que soy un hueco, que esto, que aquello, y bla-bla-bla-bla
Está perfecto, es tu pensamiento, ya allá, mama
Que ayer tus besos no decían eso, bacán-bacán
Cara de culo y superada, una burguesita de mi hood, nariz parada
Paseando su perrito de esa marca super cara, el mismo que susana, vale un ojo de la cara
Arranca la mañana, con el Sol sale a correr
Yo en pedo con mi pana, de bajón, nada que ver
Nos mira con asquito, pero bueno, igual saluda
Yo todo amanecido: Hola reina, preciosura
Sé que somos vecinos, pero nada en común
Yo le compro en los chinos, ella compra en carrefour
Anduvo por París, por alemania y estambul
Yo fui a mundo marino, a la plata y a dock sud
Me acuerdo que con ella tome mi primer Uber
Yo re de la botella, perdí hasta la sube
Me la crucé re puesta y quería que la ayude
Que le abra la puerta y me dijo: ¿Usted no sube?
Yo me quedé careta, igual le dije: Bueno
Me cruzó una pierna, me tocaba el pelo
Me dio un beso en la jeta, me dijo: Mi villero
Que yo estaba re bueno, y ahí quedó y nos vemo'
Le da un re asco que yo sea esto, un negro del ghetto, caravana
Que soy un hueco, que esto, que aquello, y bla-bla-bla-bla
Está perfecto, es tu pensamiento, ya allá, mama
Que ayer tus besos no decían eso, bacán-bacán
Esa noche la mejor, ¿bajamos a tu casa? , dijo así, con voz de amor
Sus besos de champagne y mi sabor a termidor hicieron empañar los vidrio del automotor
¿Cómo abro el portón? , preguntó, ¿es eléctrico?
Me reí, le dije: No, es algo más técnico, tiene un pasador
Y un ganchito más estético hecho de un alambresito, más villerico
Increíble ese minón en mi cama, esa piel color arena mojada
Nos hicimos re pelota, re en llamas, pero fue solo esa noche y más nada, ah
Sus amigas del country no van a permitir que ande con este ladri, muerto de hungry bird
¿Y a los pibe' en la esquina qué les voy a decir?, no van a creer ni ahí, corte re salchigil
Pero bueno, que pasó, pasó
Y que entre todos los chetitos, este negro te gustó
El caverna ese de un veinte de junio
El que te llevo hasta tu casa, ahí en el manubrio
Le da un re asco que yo sea esto, un negro del ghetto, caravana
Que soy un hueco, que esto, que aquello, y bla-bla-bla-bla
Está perfecto, es tu pensamiento, ya llama, mama
Que ayer tus besos no decian eso bacán-bacán
Blah, Blah, Blah
It disgusts him that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
If you go there, dog
A hole, that—, na-na-na-na-na
It's perfect, it's your—, na-na-na-na-na
Yeah, dog, eh, that's it
Let's see, press play
It disgusts him that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, that's your thought, already there, mom
Yesterday your kisses didn't say that, cool, cool
Ass-faced and overwhelmed, a little bourgeois from my hood, nose stopped up
Walking his dog of that super expensive brand, the same as Susana, it costs an arm and a leg
The morning begins, with the Sun it goes out to run
Me drunk with my friend, feeling down, nothing to do with it
He looks at us with disgust, but hey, he says hello anyway
Me all awake: Hello queen, preciousness
I know we are neighbors, but nothing in common
I buy from the Chinese, she buys from Carrefour
He went through Paris, Germany and Istanbul
I went to Mundo Marino, to La Plata and to Dock Sud
I remember that I took my first Uber with her
I laughed at the bottle, I even lost the rise
I saw her very upset and she wanted me to help her
He opened the door for me and said: Aren't you coming up?
I remained silent, I told him anyway: Okay
He crossed my leg, he touched my hair
He gave me a kiss on the cheek and said: My slum dweller
I was really good, and that's it, and we'll see each other again
It disgusts him that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, that's your thought, already there, mom
Yesterday your kisses didn't say that, cool, cool
That night was the best, should we go down to your house? he said that way, with a loving voice
Her champagne kisses and my Thermidor flavor made the car windows fog up
How do I open the gate? he asked, is it electric?
I laughed and said, No, it's more technical, it has a pin
And a more aesthetic hook made of a little wire, more villerico
That hottie in my bed is incredible, that wet sand-colored skin
We got really into each other's hands, really on fire, but it was just that night and nothing else, ah
Her country friends are not going to let her hang out with this thief, dead from hungry bird
And what am I going to say to the kids on the corner? They won't believe anything, cut like sausage
But well, what happened, happened
And that among all the chetitos, you liked this black guy
That cavern of June 20th
The one that took you home, there on the handlebars
It disgusts him that I am this, a black man from the ghetto, caravan
That I am a hole, that this, that that, and blah-blah-blah-blah
It's perfect, it's your thought, call now, mom
That yesterday your kisses didn't say that cool-cool