Текст песни
Ya no escribo
Tiro las ideas mias, que ya no están
Sigo vivo, no soy el de ayer
I don’t fuck with that shit
I’m trying my best to fall in,
to fah ah ah in love with that life, yeah
I’m working to death and no one’s got my back, yeah
Feeling the same every day of the week
Waking up looking at the same thing
Do I look fine?
Ain’t I a creep?
Locked down
At home, it is deep
