Groovin', on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of Groovin', down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do

Busca por dentro Busca por dentro amor No sé decir te quiero pero me entrego Pocas palabras al hablar pero sincero Uno que otro defecto eso lo acepto Quizás no el indicado pero me ofrezco No soy el sol que quema pero caliento No sé de poesías pro

Why don't you tell him that I'm leavin' never looking back again You found somebody who does it better than he can No more making you cry, no more them gray skies Girl we flying on the G5 And I'm leavin' never looking back again? So call you shawty and

I'm smoking everywhere I go (No sticks, no seeds, just Al Green) I always gotta keep one rolled (I keep that, need that, got that) I'm blowin' every gram I own (That purp, that bomb, that kush) Don't gotta understand, they know I smoke that, fire that,

Rise up to the shining Live long live now Don't be blind by fools again Fools again There's a man who sees all there is to see What the future holds for all As the days grow dark with the grim and final warning Beware of the ones with invisible friends

Lightning bolt! You’ve got to know you’ll never let her go Never let her go She comes on like a stone But you don’t know where from she was thrown Like a burning meteor from miles high Shes looking for a place to land She said you got yourself some sand

The monster in me loves the monster in you What can I say, baby, what can I do? Why don't we kill each other slowly? Every night we fight and it's hot like hell Monster in me, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, ayy, ayy Wanting me, haunting you Beautiful creatures, you

The richest man in Babylon There is no guidance in your kingdom Your wicked walk in Babylon There is no wisdom to your freedom Your beggars sleep outside your doorway Your prophets leave to wonder on You fall asleep at night with worry The saddest man in

Flagging down all of these flashy cars Fancy girls on Long Beach Blvd And Lord knows she's beautiful Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat Lord knows the usuals, leaving a body sore Lord knows the usuals leaving a body sore She take the little

I stick with real things Usually facts and figures When information's in its place I minimize the guessing game Guess what? (What?) I don't like guessing games Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate