You act like You're my father You try to Stay bother I'm crazy to forget what I did wrong I know I spent too much time inside your home But I need something to dig in my soul Something makes me feel away this fucking hole No deal on my hands, let the power on you Just think we need a bed and another point of view That's the best way I can do it to forget Got whiskey in my veins, I can't deal with this game Need something harder to try to mask my pain I know is not that easy but still gotta taste this M Still gotta taste this M Fat Trouble Fat Trouble Fat Trouble Fat Trouble Sales a la calle te duele el sol en la cara Tienes que dar tiempo a esas pupilas dilatadas El camino de la vergüenza te toca ahora hasta a casa Con un tacón a cuestas y las pestañas despegadas. Más carreras en tus medias muy usadas Quisiste correr and you did pero en su cama Ya no hay manera de lidiar la culpabilidad Por lo menos te has llevado el polvo y una coloquera más. You act like You're my father You try to Stay bother