Uoh uoh solo quedan 90 minutos Más si vas yo voy Te veo bailando entre toda la gente Con un tembeleque que todo se enciende Uoh uoh dale dale que eso es tuyo Uoh uoh ay dale dale que eso es tuyo No hay tiempo que perder Pásala bien Prince Royce,

(Chicka) No! Ladies in the club like Whoa! (Whoa) Turn a nigga down like Oh Oh! (no!) We open up they mind like yo (yo) Cause, you can't touch me T-M-Royce 5

We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stomping on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it

This is not Hollywood, like I understand Is not Hollywood, like, like, like Run away, run away, is there anybody there? Get away, get away, get away Oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh oh Like, like, like, like, like, like, like, like (runaway) (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I've got a

Stand up and run (Stand up and run) Oh Oh I had a feeling Buried inside Into my arms Covered beneath your Blanket of pride Oh Oh I couldn't tell you how numb I felt inside

I got that summertime Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness oh oh oh oh Oh Oh my God, I feel it in the air Telephone wires above Are sizzlin' like a snare Honey I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere Nothin' scares me anymore

(Oh Oh oh) and it’s you I'll come for And I’m gonna see that you won't go far (oh oh oh) You better run, you better run so Did it make you feel so clever Did you wear it on your sleeve Where I was not a part so far entwined There's no other way, never run far

You, you got me stranded Ooh, I'm blown, blown, blown Hopeless, hopelessly romantic Now tell me was I ever something that you could regret I know I wasn't the one for you, but at least I tried my best Surrounded by questions like, "Why'd you two part

Condition critical Condition critical, critical I'm feeling physical Not really cynical Oh Oh the tension's mounting The pressure starts to show All the men in haunting

You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh oh I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring I can't keep this on the low Ring, ring, ring, ring Should I call first? I can't decide I want to, but a bitch got pride The