No Lord

You act like
You're my father
You try to
Stay bother

I'm crazy to forget what I did wrong
I know I spent too much time inside your home
But I need something to dig in my soul
Something makes me feel away this fucking hole

No deal on my hands, let the power on you
Just think we need a bed and another point of view

That's the best way I can do it to forget
Got whiskey in my veins, I can't deal with this game

Need something harder to try to mask my pain
I know is not that easy but still gotta taste this M
Still gotta taste this M

Fat Trouble
Fat Trouble
Fat Trouble
Fat Trouble

Sales a la calle te duele el sol en la cara
Tienes que dar tiempo a esas pupilas dilatadas
El camino de la vergüenza te toca ahora hasta a casa
Con un tacón a cuestas y las pestañas despegadas.

Más carreras en tus medias muy usadas
Quisiste correr and you did pero en su cama
Ya no hay manera de lidiar la culpabilidad
Por lo menos te has llevado el polvo y una coloquera más.

You act like
You're my father
You try to
Stay bother



Credits
Writer(s): Cristina Benavent
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