With my Spanish girl, playing FIFA I might phone Genita Mas tequila? Sí señorita Whatsapp only, I'm overseas, I'm in Beverley Hills My new girl got my old girl hurting The last ex that I had was a lighty but the next X that I get is a German That's a X5

Beneath the curse of these lovers eyes But do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage Tame the ghosts in my head That run wild and wish me dead Should you shake my ash to the wind Lord forget all of my sins And let me die where I lie I

I'm the hit-n-run lover Run for cover tonight You better get yourself runnin' I got hurricane comin' No warning surprise I'm gonna take my leave I wanna plant my seed Don't let it shock you hold tight, hold tight You better run for cover

After all, I'm just a man I'm a blue collar man had a hammer in my hand For the last few years of my life Working double overtime While you sleep alone at night Baby I know it's been a long hard ride Sometimes I forget to say I love you But baby please

Let her take over, or just get to know her Be everything you can be Juanita will unchain your heart Her name's Juanita (She's gonna be ridin' through) (She's gonna be ridin' free) Oh, go with her flow with her Dream with her scream with her

I’m comin' over Runnin' every red light To Hell with the closure Save it for another time Try not to think about you But it ain’t workin' Why put out a fire when it’s still burnin' Just when I think movin' on is gettin' closer So I’m comin' over

I hate everything." I hate my job And I hate my life And if it weren't for my two kids I'd hate my ex wife. I know I should move on and try to start again, But I just can't get over her leaving me for him. Then he shook his head, looked down at his ring,

I will pawn you my watch I will pawn you my chain I will pawn you these gold and diamond rings 'Cause I need it so bad I would give you everything Just so I could start my life over again Get on up (hey), get on up (hey) Get on up (hey)

Ain't no closing time, ain't no cover charge Just country boys and girls getting down on the farm It's just country boys and girls getting down on the farm You can have a lot of fun in a New York minute Every Friday night there's a steady cloud of dust

Get over yourselves, fucker Get over yourselves, sucker We made it, we made it, we made it But we did it our way, our way, our way Though it took some time but we finally made it Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way Rap rap niggas We them