In the ashtray, I found a cigarette butt with your lipstick
And a thong at the bottom of the closet
We lived in a ground floor, and our salaries were low
And you praying to God that I wouldn’t become a hitman
So I wouldn’t end up inside, baby
And now it’s someone else who’s inside you, baby
Although I wish I were inside, baby, inside
If I’d known, I swear, I would’ve stayed inside
You didn’t want me in the streets, didn’t want me without money
How did it cost me so much that you were so cheap?
I’ve been a cashier, and you wanted an astronaut
I even saw you with soccer players, spending salaries, looking for exposure
What did I do wrong? Why did I push you away?
You saw me with the metal, and invented that I got you pregnant
You made me feel so bad, I even pawned my gun
And bought diapers, bottles, and a baby stroller
All that, I gave away, but I kept the copy of your key
Just in case you decide to come back
But I’m so vengeful, that if you return, I’ll go back to the streets
I’ll buy that gun I pawned
In the ashtray, I found a cigarette butt with your lipstick
And a thong at the bottom of the closet
We lived in a ground floor, and our salaries were low
And you praying to God that I wouldn’t become a hitman
So I wouldn’t end up inside, baby
And now it’s someone else who’s inside you, baby
Although I wish I were inside, baby, inside
If I’d known, I swear, I would’ve stayed inside
You wanted the Cybertruck while riding in my 206
I’ve stained my Crocs and my neck is green from the chain
In the end, your gay friend turned out not to be gay
And that hurt like the bullet shot in Lil Wayne’s belly
Today we celebrate, even though there’s nothing to celebrate
Bring rum, bring pills, and someone who can credit it
Bring snow, it’s the closest I’ll get to skiing
Hide the keys, I won’t be able to drive
To hell with it all, woh
To hell with everything, woh
I’m just a poor devil like Don
To find you, you have to look on chapiadoras.com
To forget you, I smoked the leftover joint with your lipstick
And put the thong that was in the closet on another crazy girl
I’m living in the basement and my salary still doesn’t stretch
Because I didn’t become an atheist and ended up being a hitman
Even though I would’ve ended up inside, baby
I’m sure I would’ve been better off inside, baby
Happy and content, happy and content
And even knowing all that, I would’ve gone inside
GOOD NIGHT
GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT
GOOD NIGHT, GOOD NIGHT