I'm heading to the end
My people are waiting for me
They haven't stopped ringing
The alerts on my radio
Little girls, don't get upset
I'll be arriving soon

The Vultures

Like a fish in water
Happy and carefree
Here I stroll calmly
This is my second ranch
Involved with the big ones
I don't need the saints
And there remains the vulture gang, mate
Komander and let it be heard
The racket from Culiacán to
Phoenix, listen, here goes my mate

Old women to throw up
And plenty of friends, people of their word
The corridos sound, the band thunders
The wine and the weed bring the panic
My name is Tamarindo
My last name is Sleepless!

Again I'm really high
As the corrido says
And among so much smoke
I think I've lost my senses
I don't know how much I've drunk
Or how much I've gotten into

Women of selection
I'm getting crafty
I take advantage of my luck
God has been generous
Without shame I don't deny it
I think I'm very capricious

Old women to throw up
And plenty of friends, people of their word
The corridos sound, the band thunders
The wine and the weed bring the panic
My name is Tamarindo
My last name is Sleepless!

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