Na-na-oh, na-oh Heartbreaking on the daily, can you save me? Why this bitch tryna play me? Are you crazy? Pocket rocket in my cargos, like the Navy Put this Tommy to his brain, please, like he Brady Na-na-na, na, na-na-na, na Catch a asthma attack, the

I'm not o.k. I'm just another psycho They opened up the door, to my insanity They should've slammed it shut right then And thrown away the key They stitched up my head, from my lobotomy They should've never let me out

Dame más gasolina! (Hey)(hey) Subele mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo motores (Skeet skeet skeet) (Súbele mambo pa' que mi gata prenda lo motores) Dame más gasolina! (Hey) Como le encanta la gasolina (whatcha say) Dame más gasolina! (Yeah) Dame más

Icarus is flying too close to the sun And Icarus's life, it has only just begun Your hands protect the flames From the wild winds around you This is how it feels to take a fall Icarus is flying towards an early grave Look who's digging their own grave

Far away like a radio All broke down, comin' in low Red lights flash, static and snow I was ridin' shotgun with the driver The lovers and the rounders Come along with me to L.A. Me and my bride On a Greyhound back

You don't have to call 'Cause I'ma be alright tonight It's okay girl True playa fo' real, ask my nigga Pharrell uh You were my girl Thought the world of you Gonna boogie tonight 'Cause I'm honestly too young of a guy To stay home

Ah, se essas paredes não falassem Ah, se o travesseiro não contasse Todas as noites de amor Que eu vivi com você Ah, se essa cama não lembrasse Pra eu conseguir dormir Ah, se esse espelho mostrasse você aqui Despertador tocou, cadê o meu amor Pra me dar

So long, flesh Fuck your ghost I stand alone and curse at the sky I stand alone beside you I’ve never felt so alone in my life Baby I stand alone beside you Burn the bloody house down There’s no one here standing

Que problema con Mariana El que se encontró mi pana Que lio es, chico, chico, chico Ayúdame, ayúdame Que problema caballero En el que me encuentro yo Decía Ramón Puntilla Cuando a su mamá llamó Tengo un pollo sabrosito

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by