QUÉ ASCO DE TODO
Jajaja, me hizo mucha risa ese ruido
Bombísima, bombísima, de locos, de locos, de locos
¿Grabaste eso, Javi?
Qué asco de todo, no hay nadie alrededor
Qué asco de todo, no me puede ir peor
Qué asco de todo, de todo
Qué asco de todo, de todo
Ey, otra mañana, me levanto de la cama con la izquierda
Con el pensamiento de que todo es una—
Ayer, la vi en una historia y salía contenta
Agarrada de otra mano, en otra city y otra letra que me sale del pecho
Sabiendo que, si me sale del pecho, no va a sonar en la radio
Escuchando a Alvarito, paseando al perro por el barrio encapucha'o
Si piden foto', no quiero salir llorando
Y bajo al parque, pero ya no están los muchacho'
Le han hecho un par de cambio', me pauso un momento y enciendo un cigarro
Intento sacarme una foto, pero tengo el pelo largo
No hay manera de que hoy me vea guapo
Vuelvo a casa, pero me dejé las llave' dentro
Estoy por hablarte, mami, a ver si devuelve' tu copia
Pero, realmente, mami, yo no quiero hacerlo
Por si un día me das una sorpresa y aparece' como si no te hubiera' ido
Y reaviva' mis latido'
Escuchando música bajita pa' no hacer ruido
Estoy harto de que me echen la bronca mis vecino'
Nadie me entiendo cuando yo les digo
Qué asco de todo, no hay nadie alrededor
Qué asco de todo, no me puede ir peor
Qué asco de todo, de todo
Qué asco de todo, de todo
(De todo, de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo)
(De todo, de todo, ah-ah-ah-ah)
(De todo, de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo)
(De todo, de todo, de todo, de todo, de todo)
(De todo, hum)
(De todo, ah)
DISGUSTED WITH EVERYTHING
Hahaha, that sound really made me laugh
Bombastic, Bombastic, crazy, crazy, crazy
Did you record that, Javi?
Disgusted with everything, there is no one around
Disgusted with everything, things can't be worse
Disgusted with everything, with everything
Disgusted with everything, with everything
Hey, another morning, I get out of bed with my left foot
With the thought that everything is a—
Yesterday I saw her in a story and she was happy
Holding on to another man in another city, and another lyric coming out of my chest
Knowing that if it comes out of my chest it won't play on the radio
Listening to Alvarito, walking the dog through the neighborhood hooded
If they ask for a photo, I don't want to come out crying under
I get to the park but the boys are no longer there
They made a couple of changes, I pause for a moment and light a cigarette
I'm trying to take a picture, but I have long hair
There's no way I'm looking handsome today
I'm coming home, but I left my keys inside
I was about to talk to you, mommy, to see if you return your copy
But really, mommy, I don't want to do it
In case one day you give me a surprise and appear as if you had never left
And revive my heartbeat
Listening to soft music to not make noise
I'm fed up with my neighbors scolding me
Nobody understands me when I tell them
Disgusted with everything, there is no one around
Disgusted with everything, things can't be worse
Disgusted with everything, with everything
Disgusted with everything, with everything
(With everything, with everything, with everything, with everything, with everything)
(With everything, with everything, ah-ah-ah-ah)
(With everything, with everything, with everything, with everything, with everything)
(With everything, with everything, with everything, with everything, with everything)
(With everything, hum)
(With everything, ah)
Escrita por: Quevedo / Alex Granero / GARABATTO / KIDDO / BlueFire / Gio Producer