Oh, ok. Dance now.

 Ese sample vive rent free en mi mente, de verdad. Y qué forma de descubrir música, de verdad.

Qué vicio más tonto a señores grupazos de metalcore y hardcore discutiendo que si dubstep o phonk.

Total, para acabar cantando siempre el mimo sample de rap. JID tiene la culpa de esto, pero no es mala culpa. Para nada.

Nigga say that I can't, damn lie

Ain’t dappin' no hand, sanitize

We gon' slide on your man, landslide

There's a nine in my pants, hand cocked

You gon' try to recant, you can't now

I could step on a ant, ant pile

I'ma shoot at the ground, dance now

Que a todo esto, creo que hoy a sido lo más normal del mundo. Dos horas de teléfono hablando de crypto y recuerdos de universidad mientras yo escuchaba narcocorridos mexicanos, porque los Tigres del Norte siempre en mi corazón y en mi Spotify, haciendo la práctica a entregar de hoy.

Oh, by the way. You know that everyone says that I sound happier lately? Like, since when you and I started to see each other?

Yeah.

I talk about you as ma girl now. I mean, you kinda are.

Okay, so?

Nothing, just that. You're my girl, that's all.

     Yeah, pretty much that. It's true, it looked like that for a bit.

I know. It was just the realization.

Oh. Okay, then. (Kiss)

(Kiss)

Y ya estaría. Para qué vamos a seguir negándolo.

Si está todo dicho.

Oh, what a handsome gift (Yeah!)

To live in the land of sin (Uh!)

Ridin' with bags and bricks (Uh!)

And my lil' nasty chick (Yeah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!)

That's what I asked of Him (Uh!)

Told me He'd grant my wish (Yeah!)

You dance with the devil (Oh-Oh!)

You'll never dance again (Oh-Oh!)