No Besos

*[Mariachi trumpets flare — vihuela strum — 808 slides underneath]* **[INTRO]** Ay, mi amor... Qué bonito hablas. Now show me something. *[Trumpet stab]* **[VERSE 1]** You pull up with roses, **qué detalle**, But flowers don’t cover what’s due on Friday. Talking “mi reina,” like that’ll persuade me, Baby, that charm getting **menos impressive lately**. You swear you’ll change, **otra promesa**, Same little speech, different cerveza. You want my love? **Pon algo en la mesa.** No empty pockets with expensive gestures. “Te bajo la luna”—boy, qué ternura. Keep me the moon, **paga la factura.** I need consistency, not literatura, You write me novels—I need estructura. **[PRE-CHORUS]** No besos, more **pesos**, Less “te quiero,” more **esfuerzo**. No cuentos, show **movements**, Love sounds cute—I need improvement. **Ponte las pilas,** Don’t make me repeat it. If I gotta carry you, Baby, I don’t need it. **[CHORUS]** Mi amor, mi amor— **miss me with the cuento.** You talk real pretty, Pero lento con el esfuerzo. No besos, more **pesos**, Step up, **haz progreso**. If you wanna stand beside me, Come correct with some respeto. Mi amor, mi amor— Don’t come crying at my puerta. I’m not here to raise a man, **ya tu mamá hizo la vuelta.** Mi amor, mi amor— You can miss me with it. If loving you’s another job, Then baby, **I quit it.** *[Violins climb — 808 drop]* **[VERSE 2 — RAP]** Mira— I don’t need rich, I need **responsable**, Something dependable, stable, capable. You say “mañana”—that word getting laughable, Your future look bright but your present ain’t practical. Fresh new kicks, but your phone getting cut, Big-boy talk, but your gas tank stuck. You wanna be jefe? **Entonces actúa.** Don’t call yourself king if your reina funds you. No soy banco, No soy tu mamá, No soy GPS saying, “Baby, por acá.” I can hold my own, **eso ya lo sé.** Question ain’t what I can do— **¿tú qué vas a hacer?** You want a mujer with ambition and fuego? Then bring something real— **no solamente ego.** **[PRE-CHORUS]** No besos, more **pesos**, Less “perdóname,” more **progreso**. No drama, no novela, Handle your shit before you call me **bella**. **[CHORUS]** Mi amor, mi amor— **miss me with the cuento.** You talk real pretty, Pero lento con el esfuerzo. No besos, more **pesos**, Step up, **haz progreso**. If you wanna stand beside me, Come correct with some respeto. Mi amor, mi amor— Don’t come crying at my puerta. I’m not here to raise a man, **ya tu mamá hizo la vuelta.** Mi amor, mi amor— You can miss me with it. If loving you’s another job, Then baby, **I quit it.** **[MARIACHI BREAKDOWN]** *[Full trumpets, guitarrón, violin run, handclaps]* Ay, pobrecito... He bought flowers. **¿Y el trabajo?** *[Silence]* Eso pensé. *[808 SMASHES BACK IN]* **[FINAL RAP]** No soy banco, no soy babysitter, No soy your therapist, life coach, or fixer. You want this mujer? **Pues ponte más listo.** I’m looking for partner, not another hijo. **Échale ganas,** Get up, make moves. Don’t bring me problems Then ask me to soothe. You got excuses? **Tengo salida.** I got one life— **y esta es mi vida.** So save the “mi amor,” Save “mamacita,” If your whole game plan Is “maybe she’ll fix ya.” Mucho cariño, But cariño ain’t credit. You want a place in my life? **Come ready to get it.** **[FINAL CHORUS]** Mi amor, mi amor— **miss me with the cuento.** Sweet words are cheap, I’m expensive with my tiempo. No besos, more **pesos**, Step up, **haz progreso**. Bring me love, bring me effort, Bring me something con respeto. Mi amor, mi amor— No more knocking at my puerta. You can call me “corazón,” But **mi paciencia está muerta.** Mi amor, mi amor— *[Trumpets blast]* **Con cariño...** Get your shit together.