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

Bésame en la boca así y así Quítate la ropa encima de mí Después intercambiamos, yo arriba de ti Haciéndote el amor como te gusta a ti Sé, lo sé qué estás loca loca por tenerme Yo lo sé, te digo que Que yo también estoy loco por tenerte Para irnos lejos

(Born again, born again) Born again, born again It always looks like you I won't stop fighting But not fighting with you I'll be fighting for you like I'm And I'll keep believing 'Til my heart stops beating 'Cause you got me feeling like I'm

That's how you like it I ain't gonna lie That's how I like it Estamos cuerpo a cuerpo It's only me and you (yeh) It's only me and you Yeh yeh yeh yeh

Necromancer Death's his guiding lights Stealing afterlife Feeding from the host Black unholy ghost Born out of hell from the depths of Gomorrah Purging new graves and defiling the souls He satiates with such vile and dark horror Omens of dread on this

Rock me real slowly Put a bib on me I'm just like a baby, drooling over you The things you do That's cuttin' all into my time with you Are we still good? Are we still good? These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me The things I can't change

Look at her go, yeah she know what she doing Go go, go, do it girl She walked, wobble-dy wobble-dy Drop, drop it like it's hot Come on baby, keep on doing what you doing Wobble-dy wobble-dy drop, drop it like it's hot Yellow Nuvo got me wobbling back to

Lookin' through the eyes of a stranger Lookin' through the eyes of danger Lookin' at the all-night dancer Never takin' all the chances On a cold and windy morning Said goodbye to my old friends They were hangin' around the corner They were stayin' till

Gonna try, gonna try, gonna try, gonna try Oh oh oh, gonna try and love again When you're out there on your own Where your memories can find you Like a circle goes around You were lost until you found out What it all comes down to

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my