HOROSCOPO Lyrics English Translation by Myke Towers
Full Harmony
I couldn’t fall in love
But you told me too late (Late)
Mami, I can’t control my heart
And with that booty of yours, who wouldn’t want to tie themselves down? (Haha)
And if I can’t stop looking at you
It’s because for me, you’re art
Baby, you don’t even have to let yourself go (Oh, no)
I don’t have to be the official one; I can also be your lover
El X2 always had the güiro (Ah)
Even if I wasn’t in Chile, if she gave me alcohol, I’d go straight to her
Now she doesn’t even want to turn the page
“Let Her Fly” in the background, a shot of Patrón, and it’s not from El Bambino
I’m a bandit, and I’m not used to falling in love (Nah)
But I feel like even my chest is burning (Ah)
If I’m thinking of you, I’m always acting different
Because even the barber finds it strange that I make an appointment on a Tuesday (Haha)
Not even Walter knows what will happen to my horoscope
I’ve searched for the cure, and not even Frankie has an antidote
Seeing each other again would be tough
And screwing for the last time would classify as an epic moment (Oh-oh)
They’re smoking synthetic stuff
She wants to come smoke exotic, she’s not into cybernetic fooling around (Oh-oh)
I’m the one who supplies her cosmetics
I’ve told you several times
If I can’t stop looking at you
It’s because for me, you’re art
Baby, you don’t even have to let yourself go (Oh, no)
I don’t have to be the official one; I can also be your lover
Your lover, I can be your lover
If I lost her before, it was because I was ignorant
All her friends say I’m a flirt
I read the DMs, why did you delete them?
What’s done is done, what else can be done?
After all the nights I gave you pleasure
She left without warning over time
I swear I suspected it
It’s not the same to call her as it is to see her coming, hey
I know well that you remember me (Me)
That’s what I get for making her moan
I don’t know if you think of me
But I couldn’t fall in love
And you told me too late
Mami, I can’t control my heart
And with that booty of yours, who wouldn’t want to tie themselves down? (Who?)
And if I can’t stop looking at you
It’s because for me, you’re art
Baby, you don’t even have to let yourself go (Oh, no)
I don’t have to be the official one; I can also be your lover
I couldn’t fall in love
But you told me too late
Mami, I can’t control my heart
And with that booty of yours, who wouldn’t want to tie themselves down?