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Description
Programmer: Luis Lara Ayala
Vocals: Joshua Xavier Gutierrez
Vocals: Rey Quinto
Requinto Guitar: Alfredo Baltazar
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer, Atmos Sound Engineer, Vocal Producer, Producer: L Prince
Recording Engineer: Jesus Alonso Gudiño
Composer Lyricist: Mariano Alejandro Rubio Chavez
Composer Lyricist: Alvaro Enrique Farias Cabrera
Composer Lyricist: Juan Manuel Tejeda Ramirez
Composer Lyricist: Joshua Xavier Gutierrez Alonso
Composer Lyricist: Yahve Jefte Jese Jiménez Fajardo
Composer Lyricist: Jose Francisco Rios Medina
Composer Lyricist: Luis Lara Ayala
Lyrics and translation
Original
Nunca me había topado con pared hasta que te conocí.
Tú eras mi todo, tú eras mi bebé. Maldito el día que te perdí.
Luces, bengalas, noches de placer, planes que tú y yo íbamos a hacer, que no se va a hacer, mi amor.
Me di cuenta un poco tarde, ya no sale el sol.
Me dicen Mister Lonely, bien lowkey, y tú andas como si na'.
Y salgo con los homies, ando gris, tirando humo por la ventana.
¿Qué pasa conmigo cuando voy bien distraído, bien ido, bien güedo?
Ya no mamó, Mister Lonely. Compa Javi.
-Compa Rey. ¿Qué es esto? -Puro Golden, mi prince.
Y es que cuando tu cuerpo tocaba la luna volaba contigo en ese sexo sin amor.
Tus mentiras cortaron mis alas y lo que un día fuimos solo quedan restos de amor.
Me dicen Mister Lonely, bien lowkey, y tú andas como si na'.
Y salgo con los homies, ando gris, tirando humo por la ventana.
¿Qué pasa conmigo cuando voy bien distraído, bien ido, bien güedo?
English translation
I had never hit a wall until I met you.
You were my everything, you were my baby. Cursed is the day I lost you.
Lights, flares, nights of pleasure, plans that you and I were going to make, that are not going to happen, my love.
I realized a little late, the sun no longer rises.
They call me Mister Lonely, very low key, and you walk around like nothing.
And I go out with the homies, I'm gray, blowing smoke out the window.
What happens to me when I'm very distracted, very distracted, very cool?
He no longer suckled, Mister Lonely. Compa Javi.
-Compa Rey. What is this? -Pure Golden, my prince.
And when your body touched the moon it flew with you in that sex without love.
Your lies cut my wings and what we once were only remains of love.
They call me Mister Lonely, very low key, and you walk around like nothing.
And I go out with the homies, I'm gray, blowing smoke out the window.
What happens to me when I'm very distracted, very distracted, very cool?