I need some more time to fix this problem Fuck I can't let this kill me, let go I need some more time to fix this Do you still feel the same way Cut the skin to the bone Fall asleep all alone Hear your voice in the dark Lose myself in your eyes Choke my

They say what's happenin'? We say the facts and if, they lie We comin' back for them They might say, but they don't know! (they say, they say) They don't know They say a nigga lost his mind But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme The thin line

I can make it up, I can make it up Seek the surface Can we get anywhere? Paper thin paperweight Are we close enough? I can make it up Close enough? By not being perfect

Enamorado, buscándote en todos lados Sin señal, sin un recado Abandonado, viviendo al filo de tu amor Enamorado, dispuesto y apasionado Buscando para el mercado Desempleado y pasando filo por tu amor No quisiste contestarme nada Ni siquiera hiciste una

Comin' down that railroad track And get some sand in my shoes She's the fastest train on the line Look a-yonder comin' Hey, look a-yonder comin' It's the Orange Blossom Special Bringin' my baby back Well, I'm going down to Florida Or maybe Californy

Quiere mambo azotalo Quiere mambo agárralo Quiere mambo suenalo Quiere mambo suéltalo Pegajoso, peligroso Suena un campo con un corte mafioso Mi soldados con mi glock guerilloso En prueba de fuego

Da da ddy ddy yan yan kee kee Los dos seguiremos viajando Alerta alerta Tu mirada me tiene en descontrol oh oh oh Ahi la presion va llegando En descontrol oh oh Descontrol oh oh oh (por ahí viene el castigo) Tu mirada me tiene en descontrol (mundial) oh

From the satellite mind Lost where I forgot to hold it Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare out at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sick sense of calling I heard you fuck through the wall

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Doing it for the money We're gonna run this light We live our lives Yeah, we're not wasting time Baby, we lost our minds We're gonna get, gonna get Get what we can We're not doing it for the money I said it doesn't matter where I go