Yo mariana
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I am limping the panorama
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And those dreads you walk around with are people that don't fool me
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You were a great lady, big ass, big mama
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You look like a drama
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I feel you losing the flame
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from day to day
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From week to week
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You lost almost 10 kilos, vegetarian type
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Yo dama stop, everyone notices
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That you have a bad face, it's dark circles that don't heal
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I know you are young
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It's the devil putting you to the test
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The fun that's in fashion
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It's hallucination and drugs
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You were always responsible, polite, kind
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Sweet sweet friendly, pretty strong and healthy
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You surprised me with what seemed unthinkable
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You ended up with three years of a stable relationship
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Your damo was smart, with the job he has
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I had paid down payment for a house and for a car too
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Your daughter went for a walk, went shopping with your mother
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I respected and loved you like no one else
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Did or will do, go see how he is doing
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You should pay more attention, you should talk to the guy
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You have life ahead of you, what's on your mind
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You were a teenage mother, tough and surviving
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And now suddenly it seems like you've given up |
At least think about your daughter. |
I'm fed up with this!
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Bazas she is alone, at home with her grandmother
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You should pay more attention and make some geeks out of it
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She was always happy, talking loudly and screaming
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Today, the lightest smile has to be pulled with irons
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Because she realizes, the bad environment
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Seven years old, the girl is smart
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Your ex-boyfriend was a real father to her
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I think this new one now doesn't even know her name
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He never worked, nor guided himself
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Head always on the ground like a robot
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Never did nothin' for a living, night dope beat
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Head fucked up, don't say two in a row
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A lot of things I know, your poor mother
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When you go to the grocery store, you cry on my mother's shoulder
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When we met, I remember you saying
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What you gain in the night, you will lose in the night
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What has changed in you, what's going on
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Even the job you had, you left just like that
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Consecutive absences, tantrums with colleagues
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And towards the end you were already there, under the effect of that shit
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You were very different, smiling in a good mood
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And seeing you go out at night rarely happened |
But today is almost always, the days don't matter
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Always a different car, coming to pick you up at the door
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If you were an old woman, always pure and spun
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Drinking and smoking chamon and then buried himself
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But not on the contrary, you even made comments
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How could anyone nowadays be such a sucker
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After all, today you play the same scales and notes
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Who you made fun of, you don't talk about notes
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The pill brings the high, the acceleration causes
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And what shocks me the most is tares buried in coke
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And your company that I see you these days
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They are dreads that you said you would never talk to
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Nobody gives anything here, much less in this life
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I smell coke every day, I already know the beat
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Yo mariana
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What is the drama, change the panorama
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You change the panorama... |