Ando
¿De qué sirven los millones si ya no te tengo a ti?
¿De qué sirven las canciones si esta ya llegó a su fin?
Sigo pensando en esos días que no sabía lo que perdía
Sigo pensando en el pasado a tu lado y ahora
Ando, ando llorando y manejando el Lambo
Yo ya no la ando cagando tanto, trabajando para ser un santo
Ando, ando llorando y manejando el Lambo
Yo ya no la ando cagando tanto
Trabajando para ser un santo
Contigo aprendí a quererte hasta que te llevé a ballet
Ayer salí con otra girl, ya no siento igual las dates
Suelo pensarte, no quiero llamarte
Aprendí a soltarte, pero sueño con besarte
Ando, ando llorando y manejando el Lambo
Yo ya no la ando cagando tanto
Trabajando para ser un santo
Ando, ando llorando y manejando el Lambo
Yo ya no la ando cagando tanto
Trabajando para ser un santo
(Picus)
(Y contigo ya aprendí)
I'm Lost
What good are millions if I don't have you anymore?
What good are the songs if this one has come to an end?
I keep thinking about those days when I didn't know what I was losing
I keep thinking about the past with you and now
I'm lost, I'm crying and driving the Lambo
I'm not screwing things up as much anymore, working to be a saint
I'm lost, I'm crying and driving the Lambo
I'm not screwing things up as much anymore
Working to be a saint
With you, I learned to love you until I took you to ballet
Yesterday I went out with another girl, I don't feel the same on dates
I tend to think of you, I don't want to call you
I learned to let you go, but I dream of kissing you
I'm lost, I'm crying and driving the Lambo
I'm not screwing things up as much anymore
Working to be a saint
I'm lost, I'm crying and driving the Lambo
I'm not screwing things up as much anymore
Working to be a saint
(Picus)
(And with you, I learned)