LOVE Lyrics – Clarent | from “NO VUELVE A SUCEDER”

Clarent’s NO VUELVE A SUCEDER rolls up like a lowrider on a San Juan backstreet next week—January 8 via De Baller Inc./Warner Music Latina—and “LOVE” is that raw, ride-or-die vow, where trap kings promise clean slates over dirty money and switchblade nights.

This cut, out as a single back in October ’25, drips with Clarent’s unfiltered edge: booming 808s and skittering hi-hats that trap you in the haze, laced with reggaeton sway and those urgent, half-sung refrains that hit like a burner phone buzz. It’s puro Latin trap—urban grit meets melodic confession—produced by Artur Mukhametzyanov, Jonniel, and Turbo G, who layer in wood-tucked problems and Mercedes halts without missing a beat.

Thematically, it’s love as a high-stakes gamble: swearing fidelity to a ride-or-die (“Baby, tranquila, no pasa na’”) while owning the slips (“Perdona lo de aquella vez con tu amiga”), all against a backdrop of block loyalty and that itch for something real amid the hustle. No features here, just Clarent’s voice—Fabián Cartagena Torres to the feds—spitting truths from Caparra Terrace shadows, where the phone explodes with her calls and the chain VVS lights up the disco. Fans went wild on his TikToks, stitching the chorus to late-night drives, turning it into a soundtrack for those “what if we don’t fold” moments.

The album? It’s a tight 10-track gut-punch clocking under 30 minutes, a manifesto on breaking cycles—“No vuelve a suceder” translating to “It won’t happen again”—pulling from Clarent’s vault of street sermons and second chances. Opener “BIENVENIDA” sets the welcome mat, “BURROS” flexes the come-up, then it dives deep with unreleased heat like “ESTA VIDA” ft. Morad, the Omar Courtz-assisted “Scatpack,” and closers “OTRO MOMENTO” and “COMUNICADO” that tease more unrepentant fire. It’s his major-label debut swing, blending trap thunder with broader urbano flavors—no overblown concept, just Puerto Rican realness stacked for replay, proving he’s not chasing trends but owning the block’s echo.

At 20-something, Clarent’s exploding from indie mixtapes to Warner signee status since that December ’24 ink, the San Juan kid who flipped TikTok clips into trap anthems now touring smoke-filled clubs from PR to Miami. Post-signing buzz had him linking with heavyweights, but NO VUELVE A SUCEDER feels like home turf reclaimed—raw evolution from bedroom beats to global stages, where he’s the rockstar keeping it 100, one sucio dollar at a time.

Dive into the LOVE lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other NO VUELVE A SUCEDER tracks for more of Clarent’s gritty trap tales.