"Whatever" as written by Ramon L. Ortiz, Eduardo J. Paniagua, Harold E. Hopkins Miranda and Sergio Jose Curbelo....
Suena mi alarma temprano en la mañana
Y la frisa me tiene agarrao' por una pata
Me hago mi café y el azúcar ya se acabo
Me lo mando así y a huir check out the clock

Got stuck up in traffic and I was already late
I'm thinking 'bout the excuse I'm gonna use today
Looking for the one that's gonna sound better
Mira jefe es que mi carro, si si, whatever

Las doce la hora del break, me comeria un steak
Pero no way, no hay break the job deadline's today
So I'm finally done it's time to go home but I still have to collect
And then the lady said

Just mail me the bill like you guys always do
I talked to your boss he said it's all good
So I got back to the shop without a check
How come you didn't collect
El jefe said your fired ah si, whatever

Llego a casa esmallao' y no han hecho comida
No quiero tener que ir al mcdonalds de la esquina
Oye mami que paso hoy te toca cocinar
I'm sorry baby, es que me fui a recortar

Asi se van los dias en la cultura del whatever
De nada hay garantía, todo es algarete
The day I died the angel told me in heaven
We're sorry man but we can't find your file
Whatever


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"Whatever" as written by Harold E. Hopkins Miranda Eduardo J. Paniagua

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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