That pride is the hardest thing to swallow, you can't help it That pride shit a motherfucker, that pride shit be deadly I know you 'bout that stressin' 'cause your daughter 'bout to be seven Even though the streets don't love nobody we stay true to the

Girls, girls, girls, girls I've been looking at girls, girls, girls, girls I've been looking at girls Oh-ooh-uh-uh There's a million things I should have done, but I can't help it Oh-ooh-uh-uh, oh-ooh-uh Going up and down, and spinning round and round, I

Can’t hold your hand through this shit I help you with all of your problems but (but) You’re becoming one for me too (for me too) Tired of hearin’ about the bills you gotta pay (pay) ‘Cause I got 'em too (I got them too, yeah I got them too) I got real

And we're not blind We are listening This is your life, this is your time Show me now Show me the arms aloft This my chick This is your time It's like we just can't help ourselves Cause we don't know how to back down

Then she'll leave you with a smile At first she's gonna come on strong Like she'll love you all night long Like it's going out of style Well, you can't help but wonder Why you can't help but love her But you can't help love her And all that hurtin' was

Sometimes I feel like giving up It isn't in my blood But I just can't Help me, it's like the walls are caving in No medicine is strong enough Someone help me I'm crawling in my skin Eu vou acreditar Que vamos conquistar

I know that you can't walk across a bridge that's already burned, so What am I supposed to do, I can't help that they chose To breathe it in, but I don't wanna choke On that secondhand smoke Sometimes you could hear a pin drop Or the ticking of the clock

Got it like aye Got it like aye boom da da I can’t help myself I could be your drummer girl Move it like this Loving how you put it down with me Move to the beat of my drum

Stone in love Those summer nights are callin' Can't help myself, I'm fallin' Burnin' love comes once in a lifetime Those crazy nights, I do remember in my youth I do recall, those were the best times, most of all In the heat with a blue-jean girl She

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests 'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest And I don't got the energy to dress myself And I can't walk without help I can't remember why I joined this war And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for I guess