Fuerza Regida joins Edgar Ivan Barrera, Jesus Ortiz Paz, Jorge Jiménez and seven other co-music writers to draft the corrido ballad ‘tristón’. The track lists coffee dates, missed kisses and TikTok memes that become ghosts inside a lonely room. The lyricist crew lets every bar tell why a crush that never bloomed still stings like a breakup.
Released: January 29, 2026
tristón
Fuerza Regida
Lyricist
Edgar Ivan Barrera, Jesus Ortiz Paz, Jorge Jiménez
Composer
Edgar Ivan Barrera, Jesus Ortiz Paz, Jorge Jiménez, Moises Lopez, Lenchostyle, Meñostyle, Alanstyle, Cristian Primera, Toptear, Carlos “Chapis” Romero, Dino Did Dat
tristón Meaning & Lyrics (Fuerza Regida)
Ortiz asks in plain sight, ‘Why does it hurt if you were never my ex?’ His voice lines up parties, dyed hair and the moon he still calls the girl. One echoing line, ‘I would have settled for so little,’ slides like a bent string under the norteno beat. Fuerza keeps the microphone close to the chest of regret and laughs through the ache.
Me Quedé Con Las Ganas De Robarte Varios BesosI was left wanting to steal a few kisses from you,
Con Las Ganas De Invitarte Hasta Un Caféwanting to even invite you out for coffee.
Me Dejaste Al Chile Bien PicadoYou honestly left me completely hooked,
Y Qué Bruto Pues Nomás Yo Me Enculéand how stupid of me, since I was the only one who fell so hard.
De Peda En Peda Me La Llevo De EncicladoI go from one party to the next, stuck in a cycle.
Con Nuestra Historia A Mis Panas Ya Los HartéI’ve already worn out my friends with the story of us.
Te Imagino Hasta Te Veo Por Todos LadosI imagine you, I even see you everywhere,
Y Ni Siquiera Un Pinchi Beso Te Robéand I didn’t even steal a single damn kiss from you.
Pues Si No Fuimos NadaWell, if we were nothing,
Entonces ¿Por Qué Duele Todothen why does it all hurt?
Ya Se Acabó La Racha Que Teníamos De Meme’The streak of memes we had is over now.
Ya No Me Mandas Indirectas Por TiktokYou don’t send me indirects on TikTok anymore.
Pa’ Ti No Fui NadaFor you, I was nothing.
Me Hubiera Conformado Con Tan PocoI would’ve settled for so little.
Que Te Pintaste El Pelo Para Verte DiferenteYou even dyed your hair to look different.
Yo Soy El Mismo Pero Solo Más TristónI’m the same, but just a little sadder.
Woh-ohWoh-oh.
La Luna Sigue Siendo Tuya BebéThe moon is still yours, baby.
Woh-ohWoh-oh.
¿Por Qué Me Duele Si Tú Nunca Fuiste Mi ExWhy does it hurt if you were never my ex?
¿Pa’ Qué Me Agüito Si No Eras Pa’ TantoWhy do I get so down if you weren’t even all that?
Pa’ Pretendiente La Neta Sí Daba El AnchoHonestly, as a potential boyfriend, I had what it takes.
Yo Sí Hubiera Aguantado Tus PanchosI really would’ve put up with your drama,
Pero Creo Que Buscabas Un Buen Muchachobut I think you were looking for a ‘good boy’.
Qué Gacho Se SienteIt feels so awful,
Andar De Pinchi Loco Y No Está Mi Locato be going damn crazy and not have my crazy girl with me.
Ay Mamita No Se Armó La CosaOh, baby, it just didn’t work out.
Chale Me Pegué Una IlusionadotaDamn, I really got my hopes up.
Si No Fuimos NadaIf we were nothing,
Entonces Dime Por Qué Duele Todothen tell me why it all hurts?
Ya Se Acabó La Racha Que Teníamos De Meme’The streak of memes we had is over now.
Ya No Me Mandas Indirectas Por TiktokYou don’t send me indirects on TikTok anymore.
Pa’ Ti No Fui NadaFor you, I was nothing.
Me Hubiera Conformado Con Tan PocoI would’ve settled for so little.
Que Te Pintaste El Pelo Para Verte DiferenteYou even dyed your hair to look different.
Yo Soy El Mismo Pero Solo Más TristónI’m the same, but just a little sadder.
Woh-ohWoh-oh.
La Luna Sigue Siendo Tuya BebéThe moon is still yours, baby.
Woh-ohWoh-oh.
¿Por Qué Me Duele Si Tú Nunca Fuiste Mi ExWhy does it hurt if you were never my ex?
Oh My GodOh my God.
He Knows About YouHe knows about you.
It’s Not That Easy I Have A FamilyIt’s not that easy, I have a family.
If you want to understand ‘tristón’, the lyrics offer a late-night text that will not send. The chemistry between the band and these everyday details makes the corrido perfect for anyone nursing a crush. Fuerza Regida turns the almost-love story into a shoulder-bumping anthem for the chronically ghosted.
