POR ATRÁS Lyrics (English Translation) – Quevedo

Read the full POR ATRÁS (English Translation) lyrics by Quevedo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Quevedo’s music, you can also explore LA 125 and HALO, two other songs by Quevedo.

[Chorus]
Your parents don’t want to hear my name
M*mmy, don’t lie to them, just tell them the truth
Even if they get mad and rude
When they fall asleep I’m going to enter from behind (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
And once inside I’m going to enter from behind (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
And in my hand the click-clack just in case
Your parents don’t want to hear my name
M*mmy, don’t lie to them, just tell them the truth
Even if they get mad and rude
When they fall asleep I’m going to enter from behind (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
And once inside I’m going to enter from behind (Ah-ah, ah-ah)

And in my hand the click-clack just in case

[Verse 1]
It doesn’t turn, but it does bend
You’re a popi from Pobla
It’s not my birthday, but Blow
And make a wish, because here it’s been paid for a while
You set the rules, I’ll put my fingers in you and cover your mouth
If he doesn’t want it at home, I’ll put it in your truck
Your dad doesn’t want to see me, no
And I stop playing the bad guy to stick it in you
And that’s even though it’s obvious that he doesn’t know that I’m carrying it
And if it’s not for you
And you get wet if you notice it at the gym
I know that your dad hates me like Yamil’s
And that’s why I’m going to give it to you harder

[Chorus]
Even though your parents don’t want to hear my name
M*mmy, don’t lie to them, just tell them the truth
Even though they get angry and rude
When they fall asleep I’m going to enter from behind (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
And once inside I’m going to enter from behind (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
And in my hand the click-clack just in case maybe

[Verse 2]
If they don’t let me in, give me phone s*x
Your mom met your dad twerking exotically, how ironic
It seems like he likes me to talk loud and mean
That I dim the lights, put on Ñengo and take out the liquor
And that’s where I don’t want to go
Your reflection on the ceiling, your disheveled hair
If I hear the keys my chest stands up
I left half-heartedly, but satisfied
Baby, what unites us can’t be touched, it’s sensorial
That’s why I end up drunk in your doorway
They were right, I don’t know how to behave
But I carry the click-clack just in case

[Chorus]
Even though your parents don’t want to hear my name
M*mmy, don’t lie to them, just tell them the truth
Even though they get angry and rude
When they fall asleep I’m going to come in from behind (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
And once inside you I’m going to go in from behind (Ah-ah, ah-ah)
And in my hand the click-clack just in case