Señora
Buenas noches señora
Yo lamento mucho molestarla
Pero tengo a mi lado
Algo que le puede interesar
(Algo que le puede interesar)
Y perdone la hora
Nunca llamaría de madrugada
No lo haría si su hijo
No fuera un pinche animal
Hubo fiesta en mi casa
Se pasó de verguero y de copas
Se peleó con tres compas
Y tiene rota la nariz
(Le desviaron el tabique)
Y es que no ha sido el mismo
Desde que lo dejó su morra
Pero en vez de ir a terapia
Se vino a emborrachar
Pa' ser honestos
Ya nos trae hasta la madre
No sé preocupe
No la queremos culpar
Pero si hijo ya desde hace tiempo
En un mal lugar está
Y nos empieza a preocupar
Cada fin de semana
A su hijito se le van las riendas
Yo espero sea consciente
Que no es la primera vez
(No es la primera, la segunda, la tercera)
Aunque siempre le digo
Habla conmigo de lo que sientas
Siempre me responde
Tranquilo todo bien
No sé preocupe
Ya lo estoy llevando a su casa
Es que no confiaba
En que se solito se podía regresar
(Yo no le pago el Uber)
Y es que siempre le digo
Quédate en el sofá cama
Pero no te daré asilo
Si vas a malacopear
Pa' ser honestos
Ya nos trae hasta la madre
No sé preocupe
No la queremos culpar
Pero si hijo ya desde hace tiempo
En un mal lugar está
Y nos empieza a preocupar
Sabes, ¿Para que te miento)
Ya me tiene harto
Sin conocimiento
Guacareó mi cuarto
Se volvió un experto
En sacarme un infarto
Se beso a mi perro
El maldito ingrato
Le marcó a su exnovia
Cómo a media noche
Todavía el tarado
Se quería ir en coche
Culero, culero
Culero, culero
Le digo señora
Que por más compadre
Su hijito querido
Es un perro desmadre
Culero, culero
(Culo, culo, culo, culo)
(Culo, culo, culo, culo)
Culero, culero
(Culo, culo, culo, culo)
(Culo, culo, culo, culo)
Puro blues y chingoneria
Lady
Good evening, ma'am
I'm so sorry to bother you
But I have someone by my side
Something that might interest you
(Something that might interest you)
And excuse the hour
I would never call in the early hours of the morning
I wouldn't do it if my son
I wasn't a fucking animal
There was a party at my house
He drank too much and had too many drinks
He got into a fight with three friends
And his nose is broken
(They deviated his septum)
And it hasn't been the same
Ever since his girlfriend dumped him
But instead of going to therapy
He came to get drunk
To be honest
We're fed up with her
Don't worry
We don't want to blame her
But son, it's been a long time
He's in a bad place
And we're starting to worry
Every weekend
His little boy is losing control
I hope he is aware
This is not the first time
(It's not the first, the second, the third)
Although I always tell him
Talk to me about what you're feeling
He always answers me
Everything's fine, don't worry
Don't worry
I'm taking him home now
I just didn't trust him
In which he could return on his own
(I don't pay for his Uber)
And that's because I always tell him
Stay on the sofa bed
But I will not give you asylum
If you're going to be rude
To be honest
We're fed up with her
Don't worry
We don't want to blame her
But son, it's been a long time
He's in a bad place
And we're starting to worry
You know, why would I lie to you?
I'm fed up with it
Without knowledge
My room puked
He became an expert
To give me a heart attack
He kissed my dog
The damned ingrate
He called his ex-girlfriend
Around midnight
The idiot still
He wanted to go by car
Asshole, asshole
Asshole, asshole
I'm telling you, ma'am
No matter how much my friend
Your beloved little boy
It's a crazy dog
Asshole, asshole
(Ass, ass, ass, ass)
(Ass, ass, ass, ass)
Asshole, asshole
(Ass, ass, ass, ass)
(Ass, ass, ass, ass)
Pure blues and badassery