¿Será El Alcohol? Lyrics (English Translation) – Óscar Maydon, Omar Camacho

Read the full ¿Será El Alcohol? (English Translation) lyrics by Óscar Maydon and Omar Camacho along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1]
At night she sneaks away with me
Her boyfriend thinks that I’m her friend
I wear vests to keep me warm
She asks for weed and I get it for her (Ay, ay, ay)

[Chorus]
Is it the d!ck, is it the weed, is it the alcohol?
I feel you close and I can smell you
Little baby in your babydoll
High on coke and pills, on Tramadol
She asks me for a syringe, gets sick every day, I’m her doctor

She gets on her knees and calls me “Pastor”
They call me “The Chameleon”
‘Cause I bring sweets in every color

[Verse 2]
Ey, the state police are chasing me, now I’m international
Just let yourself be loved, girl, we’re a perfect match
Like Duracell, I’ll keep you going, with my mic you’ll sing
She came, she left, she came again, and I even served her to go
They’ve been following me and you don’t even answer
I’ll pick you up later, ’cause right now I’m running some errands
That little body of yours, you just won’t let me go
If I steal a little kiss, you beg me to put it in (Ey, ey)
My songs make her shake her body
And she doesn’t act crazy when I pull out the pistol
Damn obsessed ones, stop sending her “Hello”
Stop buying her drinks, she pays for them herself

[Chorus]
Is it the d!ck, is it the weed, is it the alcohol?
I feel you close and I can smell you
Little baby in your babydoll
High on coke and pills, on Tramadol
She asks me for a syringe, gets sick every day, I’m her doctor
She gets on her knees and calls me “Pastor”

They call me “The Chameleon”
‘Cause I bring sweets in any color

[Verse 3]
I spent too much time parked up, covered in dust in the garage
With the chain around my neck, like a dog up on the rooftop
I spent too much time parked up, covered in dust in the garage
With the chain around my neck, like a dog up on the rooftop
And as soon as they saw me doing well, all that talking made them cough
Asking who I put my faith in, if I pray to the saints
Just to let them know, I’ve already been cured of my fears
What you see is what you see, unlike you damn fools

[Chorus]
Is it the d!ck, is it the weed, is it the alcohol?
I feel you close and I can smell you
Little baby in your babydoll
High on coke and pills, on Tramadol
She asks me for a syringe, gets sick every day, I’m her doctor
She gets on her knees and calls me “Pastor”
They call me “The Chameleon”
‘Cause I bring sweets in any color

[Outro]
Let’s go to the perreo, let’s go to the perreo, ey, ey
(Pure Rico or Death)
It’s time for the perreo
(Your little homie, Omar)
Let’s go to the perreo, let’s go to the perreo, ey, ey
It’s time for the perreo
Give me more perreo
Baby, baby, baby, give me more perreo
Ay, give me more perreo
Let’s go to the perreo, let’s go to the perreo
Baby, baby, baby, give me more perreo
One wants to enjoy, one wants to lose control
One wants to suffer, one wants to cry