Así quién no te perdona Si mi cama te añora Cualquiera se enamora (Auuh-uh-uh) Si paso una noche contigo Y le haces lo que haces conmigo Con la misma historia Cuando te veo se me olvida todo No quiero hablar, prefiero hacerme el loco Aullando como loba

You'd see you shine, you shine But if only you could see yourself in my eyes I know you'd never leave me behind But I am lost this time I could have told you ‘bout the long nights How no one loves the birds that don't rise So you can tell the heroes go

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I

Dream over, grieve no more And I breathe one last time Now I lay thee down Was it lost? Was it murdered? Within the eye of the beholder Oh, I want to know How it feels when we die Can you take me under? Oh, she watched me leave

Y se formó la gozadera, Miami me lo confirmo Y la tambora merenguera, Dominicana ya repicó Con México, Colombia y Venezuela y del caribe somos tú y yo Y el arroz con habichuela, Puerto Rico me lo regaló Ay el arroz con habichuela, Puerto Rico me lo

Damn country music The strum of strings on a flat top The hum of wheels on the blacktop It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer I packed it all on a whim Threw an old Hank cassette tape in Dad's '84 rusty Ford He swore we'd never make it I quit my

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

My momma called, seen you on TV, son Said shit done changed ever since we was on They said I wouldn't be nothing I dreamed it all ever since I was young Now they always say, "congratulations" (uh) Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation (uh-huh) They

Two dopeboys in a Cadillac Stayed real, struck it rich, how can you hate on that? Weed clouds in the air, diamonds in the back By the code, the game a decade old I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl I don't watch soccer, but I like

Mogul and they know that Logo on my floor mat Courtside Chamberlain throwback match my Rolex Everywhere I go, flex Vallet park on some loc shit Whole lot of smoke in that 'Rari, that thing potent Burning rubber, wearing cameras, they was undercovers