Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down Could you? I got too much on my mind right now Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart

Who’s that chick? Who’s that chick? Beating like a disco drum Baby, I just wanna dance I don’t really care I just wanna dance I don’t really care care care (Feel it in the air yeah) Too cold for you to keep her. Too hot for you to leave her Feel the

Show me yours, I'll show you mine Tell me anything you want me to believe And I'll be anyone that you want me to be Liar, liar, set my heart on fire I got skeletons in my closet, too So go ahead, I won't judge it, girl Dime, mami chula show me what you

I'm a songwriter My only weapon is my pen And the frame of mind I'm in And the things I flash on everyday They all reflect in what I say Oh yeah, a poet

Too tired for anythin' I laid down last night, too tired to wake I had a chill this mornin', too tired to shake I got a good poker hand, too tired to win I can hear my baby knockin', too tired to let her in Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tired, woo

Get your money, black man (black man) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Don't catch you slippin' up Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Girl, you got me dancin' (yeah, girl, you got me dancin') Look what I'm

Go ahead and jump I got my back against the record machine I ain't the worst that you've seen Ah, can't you see what I mean? Ah, might as well jump Might as well jump (jump) I get up, and nothin' gets me down

Yo te recitare aquel poema que no existe todavía Mas no puedo desde acá Feliz cumpleaños, no puedo estar ahí En cuerpo pero en espíritu si Mi lugar ocupado esta ahora ¡No importa, tendrás muchos cumples mas! Hasta ser ancianos te celebrare No me iré de

Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie