922 & Heartbreak - Finesse, BNMP, Jesse Baez

These days, oh negra these days

These days, negrita these days

Echo de menos cuando matabas por mi

Y yo daba por ti

No había más fiolos que yo

Tanto fue así que elegí por los dos, y me fui

No vas a volver, no vas a volver

No voy a volver, no voy a volver

No vas a volver, no vas a volver

No voy a volver, no voy a…

Cruz (Cruz), Cafuné aka «Rankiao Bridgeburna»

Sus (Sus), caderas Rihanna, su cara gitana

Su (Su), ropa regada por toda mi cama

No era mi mina

Era mi oasis, mi muro

Busco lo que está para uno y nada

A lo mejor si nos reencontramos dentro de unos años (Años)

A lo mejor aún me quiere aún estando gordo y medio calvo (Calvo)

A lo mejor ya hay alguien y solo está allí de paso (Paso)

O a lo peor no, pero me llama «Cibi» en vez de Carlos

These days, oh negra these days

These days, negrita these days

Echo de menos cuando matabas por mi

Y yo daba por ti

No había más fiolos que yo

Tanto fue así que elegí por los dos, y me fui

No vas a volver, no vas a volver (Oh, la, la, la, y me fui)

No voy a volver, no voy a volver, no (Vas a volver)

These days, oh black these days

These days, bold these days

I miss when you killed for me

And I gave for you

There were no more fools than me

So much so that I chose for both, and I left

You're not coming back, you're not coming back

I'm not going back, I'm not going back

You're not coming back, you're not coming back

I'm not going back, I'm not going...

Cruz (Cross), Cafuné aka "Rankiao Bridgeburna"

Hers (His hers), Rihanna hips, her gypsy face

Hers (His) hers, clothes scattered all over my bed

it was not my mine

It was my oasis, my wall

I look for what is for one and nothing

Maybe if we meet again in a few years (Years)

Maybe he still loves me even when I'm fat and bald (Bald)

Maybe there is already someone and they are only there passing through (Passing)

Or maybe not, but he calls me "Cibi" instead of Carlos

These days, oh black these days

These days, bold these days

I miss when you killed for me

And I gave for you

There were no more fools than me

So much so that I chose for both, and I left

You're not coming back, you're not coming back (Oh, la, la, la, and I'm gone)

I'm not going back, I'm not going back, no (You're going back)