Ya mañana es too late Si mañana es too late Ven, bailemos en la luna Antes de perseguir el sol Y para hacerlo vale la pena Nos podemos aprovechar Si la noche ya estaba buena No tiene que terminar ¿Qué estamos haciendo ahora?

You're gonna find that the future Sure beats the hell outta the past Now he ain't no good I guess he's good as gone The day you stop lookin' back, girl yeah Is the day you start movin' on Stop starin' at the rear view You ain't checkin' your hair There

Oh, living in the spotlight I think I'm gonna take flight Let me live 'til I die But I'ma be alright, I'ma be alright Oh, if it's too hot, too hot tonight Yeah, I used to care so much what people thought about me Now I really could give a fuck Now when I

Now I'm living in a dream (Ah-ah) And I don't think I'm ever going to wake up (Ah-ah) Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah No more time to get to know you Should have tried to get to know you Momma, it's a jailbreak Momma, it's a jailbreak, it's a, it's a jailbreak

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, babe Yeah, I said it (ooh yeah) I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pop it uh And I think I kinda like ya

Bust it, down, bust it, down Jumped in the 'What the fuck is that?' Took a shot of Henny out the back Girl you know it's real, I ain't tryna brag I just wanna take you to the back while you let a nigga Bust it, down, oh yeah Bust it, down, oh yeah, yeah

C'mon I got something for ya (GUNSHOT) Always around when you call Always around leave the fun Turn around shit's enough Believe me 'dey won't get funk C'mon I got something for ya Cho! Must be Kardinal! Yo! J.A. (Yeah!) T Dot (Ho!) New York (Yeah!)

Baby baby ooh baby baby Get you going like ah ah-ooh Ah Ah-ooh baby baby ooh baby If you wanna scream, yeah Let me know and I'll take you there If you wanna turn right Hope you're ready to go all night If you wanna scream I get you like ooh baby baby

If you know, then you know I say, we no say no names, if you know, then you know Used to run around with them hoes you must know Now I mess with bitches that I don't even know Rollin' with my G's, screamin' fuck how you feel We no say no names, if you

Sorry, I ain't sorry I ain't thinking 'bout you I ain't sorry, nigga, nah I ain't sorry Middle fingers up, put them hands high Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye No no, hell nah He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up Headed to the club, I ain't