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40 NIGHTS (feat. Selecta)

Recycled J

40 NOCHES (part. Selecta)

Que venga a por mí la policía
Que me detengan que es culpa mía
Por ti viviría en comisaría
Chuparía cárcel con alegría

Que el mar me trague, que me ahogaría
Por ti navegaría a la deriva
40 noches, 40 días
Con tal de ver si tú al final

Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Oh-oh, yeah

Eras la media naranja que yo exprimiría
Ganas mi batalla perdida
Capturas tuyas en mi galería
Pues no había otra forma para hacerte mía (no, no)

Hasta que el tiempo nos cubra de estrías
Y no distingamos tu vida y la mía
Con cualquier otro al follar fingirías
Pa' un roto y un descosí'o te valía

Como un tattoo, para toda la vida
Yo para ti fui una calcomanía
Detrás tuyo, gritando en Gran Vía
Fui un cobarde por mi chulería

¿Cómo pretendes que no me ría?
Que normalice esas manías
Mira, en mi fondo tengo una avería
Me he puesto gordo de dormir de día (yeah)

Que venga a por mí la policía
Que me detengan que es culpa mía
Por ti viviría en comisaría
Chuparía cárcel con alegría

Que el mar me trague, que me ahogaría
Por ti navegaría a la deriva
40 noches, 40 días
Con tal de ver si tú al final

Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
(Come on)
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah

Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
(Come on)
Oh-oh, yeah

Eras la media naranja que yo exprimiría
Mi punta de lanza partida
Paso las horas fumando Gorila
Y bebiendo tequila pa' ver si me miras

La oveja negra, manzana podrida
El yerno que toda suegra querría
Eras aquello que me llevaría
A la isla desierta pa'l resto de mis días

Tú mi gata pa' gastar siete vidas
Gota a gota, tu saliba en herida
Se nos quedan frías las espinas
Como tus manitas, Catalina

Ya no hay giras, pibas, bambalinas
Aún así, nunca te fias
Yo soy el tate, y tú eres la María
Mi bate y tu toto son lead y armonía (yeah)

Que venga a por mí la policía
Que me detengan que es culpa mía
Por ti viviría en comisaría
Chuparía cárcel con alegría

Que el mar me trague, que me ahogaría
Por ti navegaría a la deriva
40 noches, 40 días
Con tal de ver si tú al final

Que venga a por mí la policía
Que ya he reza'o 100 Ave Marías
Por ti volvería a la frutería
Y esa carita a la vera mía

Que alguien me quite esta brujería
O me enredaré en tu lencería
40 noches, 40 días
40 noches y días

(Come on)
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
(Come on)

40 NIGHTS (feat. Selecta)

Let the cops come for me
Let them arrest me, it's my fault
I would live for you in the police station
I would happily suck up jail time

Let the sea swallow me, I would drown
I would drift for you
40 nights, 40 days
Just to see if you're the one in the end

Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Oh-oh, yeah

You were the half-orange I would squeeze
Win my lost battle
Your captures in my gallery
There was no other way to make you mine (no, no)

Until time covers us with stretch marks
And we can't tell your life from mine
With anyone else, you would pretend in bed
For a tear and a mend, you were enough

Like a tattoo, for a lifetime
I was a sticker for you
Behind you, shouting on Gran Vía
I was a coward because of my arrogance

How do you expect me not to laugh?
To normalize those quirks
Look, deep down I have a malfunction
I've gotten fat from sleeping during the day (yeah)

Let the cops come for me
Let them arrest me, it's my fault
I would live for you in the police station
I would happily suck up jail time

Let the sea swallow me, I would drown
I would drift for you
40 nights, 40 days
Just to see if you're the one in the end

Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
(Come on)
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah

Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
(Come on)
Oh-oh, yeah

You were the half-orange I would squeeze
My broken spearhead
I spend hours smoking Gorilla
And drinking tequila to see if you notice me

The black sheep, rotten apple
The son-in-law every mother-in-law would want
You were what would take me
To the deserted island for the rest of my days

You, my cat to spend seven lives
Drop by drop, your saliva on a wound
The thorns are left cold
Like your little hands, Catalina

No more tours, girls, curtains
Still, you never trust me
I'm the daddy, and you're the Maria
My bat and your kitty are lead and harmony (yeah)

Let the cops come for me
Let them arrest me, it's my fault
I would live for you in the police station
I would happily suck up jail time

Let the sea swallow me, I would drown
I would drift for you
40 nights, 40 days
Just to see if you're the one in the end

Let the cops come for me
I've already prayed 100 Hail Marys
I would go back to the fruit stand for you
And that face by my side

Someone rid me of this witchcraft
Or I'll get tangled in your lingerie
40 nights, 40 days
40 nights and days

(Come on)
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
Oh-oh, yeah-eah, yeah-eah
(Come on)

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