Earl on the beat Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (runnin', yeah) All the bad hoes wanna top us (yeah, yeah) Too many wild parties on the yacht (wild) Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (out the yacht club) Ayy, ayy, air it out Pull up at your

My soul is wearying Oh Lord who will comfort me? I said my soul is wearying Beating down from all of my misery yeh Gotta hold of my heart Keeps me bound where the whole wide world is free yeah My home is a wreckage a family ground Impli-ed in poverty

Arms around you Te amo mami, let me hold you Good lovin' got all around you To make sure no one could harm you Wrap me arms right around you, girl, oh yeah (Oh) Dale, mami, let me have you, oh yeah Oh-oh (ooh, ooh) (Lil Pump, Maluma, baby) Mally, Mally

Give into your dark side, your dark side I've seen the way you look at me, it feels right, ah There's no need convincing me of things you should Oh, I know you got a dark side Oh, won't you give it to me? Falling in love on the first date I don't even

Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you baby If I ain't got you baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, yeah If I ain't got you with me baby

What's mine is yours Every breathe I take, every choice I make It might sound crazy All my pain, washed away, in the blink of an eye Yeah, you saved me You got all of me and I don't need it anymore What's mine is yours (what's mine is yours) Wasn't

This time, this time I won't hold the line Been givin' you time that you do not deserve No, you're not mine, you just pretend to be Do not disturb You done really messed me up like that (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah) Came and stole my heart, oh, that's a fact (Oh

Ah ah ah ah La da da da da Soft ice cream All the lights in Miami begin to gleam Ruby, blue and green, neon too Everything looks better from above my king

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

As long as she ain't in it Don't wanna hear her name I don't wanna see her face I know it's gonna hurt If I run into her somewhere Appreciate your call, means a lot and all Yeah, I got a minute You and me can talk about anything you want