I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul Move along, nothing to see I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they

Don't come for me today I'm feeling good But no baby, no baby, not today I'mma savor it I remember when You came to take me away So close I was to heaven's gates

You got me runnin', you got me runnin' Oh no no never thought I'd feel so low But I ain't gonna hide And yesterday everything seemed okay Yeah you better run and hide away Oh you better hide Let me through don't spoil my view I gotta get away, away from

El man que te vuelve loca Estás pasa', todo está normal Me encantas como el coffee por la mañana Sabes bien que te tengo ganas Que te tengo ganas Who's this? Hasta en inglés preguntó Quería saber quién era yo Algo nos debemos

I wanna be that guy (G. U.Y.) I'm gonna wear the towel, the power to leave you I'm aiming for full control of this love (of this love) Touch me, touch me, don't be sweet Love me, love me, please retreat Let me be the girl under you that makes you cry The

I will love you till the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that your mine Baby can you see through the tears Love you more Than those bitches before Say you'll remember oh baby say you'll remember Oh baby ooh

Swing me way down south Sing me something brave from your mouth And I'll bring you Pearls of water on my hips And the love in my lips All the love from my lips You don't like the sound of the truth Coming from my mouth

Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together, Keeps rainin' all the time Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky Life is bare, gloom and mis'ry everywhere Just can't get my poorself together, I'm weary all the time So weary all the time When he

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas Issa Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street I can show

I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa