And Ever Lyrics English Translation by Alex Rose
(feat. Reality)
It’s six in the morning, the sun in the window
Another night, another morning without you here in my bed
Your name on my phone doesn’t pop up anymore ’cause you don’t call me no more
You were my rose but it withered from my coldness
It fucks with my ego when you leave the message on read
Your name on my phone doesn’t pop up anymore, on yours mine does
And I’m still here
Thinking ’bout you, missing that pussy
What I got left of you
Are your memories and a couple of little photos
Look me in the face and tell me you don’t need me
No matter how much you don’t want to, thinking ’bout me, your pussy throbs
Hey, ah
My love, don’t think I don’t notice you watch my stories from another profile
And that you delete everything you write me when you get drunk and remember me
I want a woman by my side that’s from PR and not an RPP
I ain’t Alex but I wanna eat you whole and I ain’t talking ’bout the remix, baby, eh
Baby, forgive me for insisting
But I think about that ass and I stop acting like an artist
I drop the streets and the girls on my list
And I go make you a baby that conquers all of them
If you tell me yes, I’ll go; I’ll be there in five
And if she’s got a new boyfriend I’ll go at him full force
I don’t care if it’s for you, in PR or in Madrid
And I’m still here
Thinking ’bout you, missing that pussy
What I got left of you
Are your memories and a couple of little photos
Look me in the face and tell me you don’t need me
No matter how much you don’t want to, thinking ’bout me, your pussy throbs
To me you were the best, mami that’s obvious
Matter fact, to me you were my drug now I’m sober
You ignoring me has got me fucked up
(But honestly even so I still miss you and)
That’s why if you call I’ll be there
My heart says I already forgot you
No matter how much I try to fuck someone else
And to get dolled up I didn’t get over you
I remember those romantic fucks
In the background, listening to Franco de Vita
Of all the roses in my garden
Ma, you’re still the favorite
Baby, forgive me for insisting
But I think about that ass and I stop acting like an artist
I drop the streets and the girls on my list
And I go make you a baby that conquers all of them
If you tell me yes, I’ll go and I’ll be there in five
And if she’s got a new boyfriend I’ll go at him full force
I don’t care if it’s for you, in PR or in Madrid
‘Cause I’m still here
Thinking ’bout you, missing that pussy
What I got left of you
Are your memories and a couple of little photos
Look me in the face and tell me you don’t need me
No matter how much you don’t want to, thinking ’bout me, your pussy throbs