Nobody controls her, she says she's better off alone (Lanalizer got the fire)

As a young girl, she was a good student, first place
Now as an adult, she's completely the opposite
With strict parents who don't know what she hides
Their little girl now does adult things

Now she takes a long time to come back
I call her and she's still up at three in the morning
And if her parents don't let her go out
Without thinking, quietly, she escapes through the window

And what she does is go out to drink
So that the wound that doesn't heal stops hurting
And since she goes out every day
She turned Mondays into weekends too

She looks like a model, she could be a miss
She tells me she has my song "Gris" on repeat
With him she fakes orgasms without casting, she looks like an actress
Her boyfriends last fifteen seconds like a reel

She loves the bad
Drinking and smoking until late
So much ego that she can't even stand herself
Gold chains but she's looking for silver, the girl is looking for silver

Now she's got it for herself, blunts and bottles
If she wants, she kills the league without playing in it
She teaches the new ones, she owns the club
She neither sings nor dances and she's a superstar

Now she takes a long time to come back
I call her and she's still up at three in the morning
And if her parents don't let her go out
Without thinking, quietly, she escapes through the window

And what she does is go out to drink
So that the wound that doesn't heal stops hurting
And since she goes out every day
She turned Mondays into weekends too (Juseph, baby)

Hello, what's up? What's up, baby?
She starts thinking about me when she starts drinking
I give her a booty call and she doesn't take long to respond
You know that with alcohol anything can happen

And she has fire in her soul, it's reflected in her eyes
Because she smokes weed, that's why she paints them red
She wants long nights like her eyeliner
She hardly ever lets herself be seen but, man, if you see her

It's better that you stay away, she doesn't want drama
The pawns don't mix with the ladies
She spent the night in the club and woke up in my bed (in my bed)
Because I deciphered her like a crossword puzzle

Now she takes a long time to come back
I call her and she's still up at three in the morning
And if her parents don't let her go out
Without thinking, quietly, she escapes through the window

And what she does is go out to drink
So that the wound that doesn't heal stops hurting
And since she goes out every day
She turned Mondays into weekends too

Quevedo with the Lin-, Quevedo with the Linton
Juseph, baby
Lanalizer, yeah, Lanalizer, yeah

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