Lyrics of 'Deja Vu / We Don't Talk About Bruno (Mashup)' by Heitor Mashups

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno, but

It was my wedding day (it was our wedding day)
We were getting ready and there wasn't a cloud in the sky (no clouds allowed in the sky)
Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder)
You telling this story, or am I? (I'm sorry, mi vida, go on)

Bruno says: It looks like rain (why did he tell us?)
In doing so, he floods my brain (Abuela, get the umbrellas)
Married in a hurricane
What a joyous day, but anyway

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno

Hey, grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling
I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling
I associate him with the sound of falling sand (ch-ch-ch)

It's a heavy lift with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand
Do you understand?

A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black

When she’s with you?
Do you get déjà vu? Hmm

Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams (hey)

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no
We don't talk about Bruno

Do you call her, almost say my name?
'Cause let's be honest, we kinda do sound the same
Another actress
I hate to think that I was just your type

He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine
He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine (oye, Mariano's on his way)

He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another

It's like I hear him, now (hey, sis)
I want not a sound out of you (it's like I hear him, now)
I can hear him, now

Hm, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
(Isabela, your boyfriend's here)

Do you get déjà vu? (oh)

Time for dinner

A seven-foot frame, rats along his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams
You telling this story or am I?

Oye, Mariano's on his way
Bruno says: It looks like rain
In doing so, he floods my brain
Married in a hurricane (he's here)

Strawberry ice cream in Malibu
Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too
You're tradin' jackets like we used to do
(Yeah, everything is all reused)

Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh)
That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh)
A different girl now, but there's nothing new
I know you get déjà vu

I know you get déjà vu
I know you get déjà vu

We don't talk about Bruno, no
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno