Papelito
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela)
Papelito (Uh, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
I don't even wanna tell me
I flip sides to spare me
When I realize I'm a paper in the sky
Flying high doing what the wind tells me
Yeah, I'm a paper, good-bye
I fly away (Papelito)
Echando filo por el aire, como diente de caimán
Flexiblemente, observando los cometas contigo
Flotando por el aire te doy, besos en el ombligo
No escucho los tiros, pero contigo yo tiro
Tú tienes sazón, pateando la razón
No escuchas tu la mente, solo escuchas la pasión
No pones atención lo que te sube la presión
I don't even wanna tell me
I flip sides to spare me
When I realize I'm a paper in the sky
Flying high doing what the wind tells me
Yeah, I'm a paper, good-bye (I fly away)
Como sigo en el aire
Como sigue on my mind
Toda la vista all the time
Y todo sale super fine
Probar todos los sabores
Conocer a mil amores
Todo la vida por la via
Estar pendiente que es la mía
Watch me shake 'em off
Push it to the limit
Back from the dead
Catch me severed limbing
I'm out here limpin' with Divino Niño
Buried alive, catch us out in Reno
Makin' nothin' but a skull and crossbones
Screamin' down the highway
Should've gone home
There's a figure on the highway
I guess it is was it is
I guess it is was it is
I lose the grip of the wheel
So I can see what's real
Papelito (Vuela)
Papelito (Uh, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
Papelito (Vuela, Vuela)
I don't even wanna tell me
I flip sides to spare me
When I realize I'm a paper in the sky
Flying high doing what the wind tells me
Yeah, I'm a paper, good-bye
I fly away (Papelito)
Echando filo por el aire, como diente de caimán
Flexiblemente, observando los cometas contigo
Flotando por el aire te doy, besos en el ombligo
No escucho los tiros, pero contigo yo tiro
Tú tienes sazón, pateando la razón
No escuchas tu la mente, solo escuchas la pasión
No pones atención lo que te sube la presión
I don't even wanna tell me
I flip sides to spare me
When I realize I'm a paper in the sky
Flying high doing what the wind tells me
Yeah, I'm a paper, good-bye (I fly away)
Como sigo en el aire
Como sigue on my mind
Toda la vista all the time
Y todo sale super fine
Probar todos los sabores
Conocer a mil amores
Todo la vida por la via
Estar pendiente que es la mía
Watch me shake 'em off
Push it to the limit
Back from the dead
Catch me severed limbing
I'm out here limpin' with Divino Niño
Buried alive, catch us out in Reno
Makin' nothin' but a skull and crossbones
Screamin' down the highway
Should've gone home
There's a figure on the highway
I guess it is was it is
I guess it is was it is
I lose the grip of the wheel
So I can see what's real
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Hernandez, Justin Vittori, Francisco Codina, Camilo Medina, Javier Forero, Guillermo Rodriguez Torres, Wyatt Shears
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