El Cultivador

35 música You was caught up in the rush, and you was caught up in the thrill of it You was with me way before I hit a quarter mill' in it Put you in the crib and you ain't never pay a bill in it I was killin' it, man, you got me poppin' pills in it I told Baby hit you, I said this nigga buggin' 'Cause I was doing it for us, I told 'em fuck the public Couldn't believe that I was home alone, contemplating Overdosin', no more coastin', no more toastin' over oceans They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn But there was something that I should've asked all along I'ma ask on the song Do you ever think of me when you lie? […] I just figured if you saw me, if you looked in my eyes You'd remember our connection and be freed from the lies I just figured I was something that you couldn't replace But there was just a blank stare and I couldn't relate I just couldn't understand and I couldn't defend What we had, what we shared, and I couldn't pretend When the tears roll down it's like you ain't even notice 'em If you had a heart, I was hoping that you would show it some What the fuck you really telling me? What you telling me? I could tell you lying, get the fuck out, don't yell at me I ain't mean to cut you, I ain't wanna catch a felony This ain't How To Be A Player, you ain't Bill Bellamy They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn But there was something that I should've asked, all along I'ma ask on the song So does she know I've been in that bed before? A thousand count, and not a single thread of truth If I was just another girl Then I'm ashamed to say that I'm not over you There's one thing I need to know So call me when you're not so busy just thinking of yourself Do you ever think of me when you lie? […]” “¿Alguna vez piensas en mí cuando mientes? Acuéstate en tu cama, tu cama de mentiras Y sabía que no debía mirarte a los ojos Ellos solo fingen que serías mío Y oh, cómo me hiciste creer Que me tenías atrapada en cada telaraña que tejiste Pero, ¿alguna vez piensas en mí cuando mientes? Acuéstate en tu cama, tu cama de mentiras Nunca podías establecer contacto visual Todo lo conseguiste se basó en mis contactos Eres un fraude, pero yo sigo siendo un icono Balenciagas en mis botas con correa de pitón Fuiste atrapado por la prisa, y fuiste atrapado por su emoción Estuviste conmigo mucho antes de que llegara al cuarto de millón Te metí en la cuna y nunca pagarás una factura por ello Lo estaba matando (entiéndase como “lo estaba petando”), hombre, me hiciste meter pastillas en ello Le dije a mi chico que te pegase, le dije “este niggaestá molestando” Porque yo lo hacía por nosotros, les dije “que le den al público” No podía creer que estuviera sola en casa, contemplando Sobredosificando, no más avances sin esfuerzo, no más brindis sobre los océanos Dicen que tu hora más oscura viene antes de tu amanecer Pero había algo que debía haber preguntado desde el principio Preguntaré en la canción ¿Alguna vez piensas en mí cuando mientes? […] Solo imagine que si me veías, si me mirabas a los ojos Recordarías nuestra conexión y serías liberado de las mentiras Solo imaginé que yo era algo que no podías reemplazar Tove Lo en el Melt!2015en Alemania (S. Bollmann, CC BY-SA 4.0, Wikipedia) Tove Lo en el Lolapallooza, en Chicago 2017 (swimfinfan, CC BY- SA 2.0, Wikipedia)

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