I be thinking about you
I wonder if you still like me...

I didnt have a mom growing up
My grandparents had to raise me...

You look at me
Do you see something wrong...

I think of the way you kiss me
The way you act when ur mad...

Ever since i met you
I wanted to be with you...

De que vale que me llores
De que vale que me mandes flores...

Cuando vas a parar
de sufrir por alguien que no lo merese...

Grillin and eye rolling make me
wanna pull her weave...