Summer night city Waiting for the sunrise, soul dancing in the dark Walking in the moonlight, love-making in a park When the night comes with the action I just know it's time to go Can't resist the strange attraction From that giant dynamo In the sun I

Baby, you're wasting my time Baby, you've been on my mind, mmm (Listen up, you got a problem) Baby, you've been on my mind, mm hmm Lotta pressure on my name Lotta worries in my head Lotta responsibilities, strife and threats All kinda lies, No I won't

Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em) Listen close, nigga, yeah Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to

Not like you hold me, hold me Baby, love never felt so good And I doubt if it ever could And the night is gonna be just fine Gotta fly, gotta see, can't believe Tell me, if you really love me It's in and out of my life, in out baby Baby, love never felt

Na voz de um cantador E virá como guerra A terceira mensagem Na cabeça do homem Aflição e coragem Afastado da terra Ele pensa na fera Que o começa a devorar Acho que os anos

Un poco de miel Te vi que llorabas Te para tres No hay nada mejor Las tazas sobre el mantel La lluvia derramada El eclipse no fue parcial Y cegó nuestras miradas

We'll spend forever unhappily married Hey hey, it's alright Everybody fusses, everybody fights With all of the baggage you and me carry Must be mistaking me with the maid we don't have Can't even wash your whiskey out your glass I gave you no loving in a

Just wanna be Wanna bewitch you in the moonlight I wanna bewitch you all night Something within your eyes Said it could be the last time 'Fore it's over! You'll soon be hearing the chime Close to midnight If I could turn back the time

I'm driftin' and driftin', like a ship out on the sea My ship ain't got no captain, my ship ain't got no crew I look around for a savior to search me from the hungry sea Nobody seems to want me Except the wide and open sea Doin' that tide dare blow me

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a