Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh But we just keep holding on For the brighter days I can see the brighter days I can see the sun breaking through those clouds Heaven knows we're all afraid Tell me where I'm going wrong We don't have to be alone Woah-oh-oh-oh

Woah, oh-oh-oh In your snapback Those stars need to be wished on Your skin needs to be kissed on My eyes, baby, they're fixed on you in your snapback T-shirt of your favorite rock band Checkin' your make-up in my Ray Bans Strictly outta curiosity What

Do you think about us? Woah-oh-oh-oh Do you think about us, us? (Think about us, are you thinkin' 'bout us?) (Are you—, thinkin' 'bout us, are you thinkin' 'bout us?) (Are you—, thinkin' 'bout us, thinkin' 'bout us) Oh-na-na-na-na, do you think about us?

Oh, I got some party favors for you Party favors for you I’ve been tripping, high off blue dream Breathe into me, you know Inhale, exhale, I'm so dizzy They can't see me, I'm gone Woah, oh, they don't go as hard as I do, oh I brought some to the party

Oh oh oh oh oh woah oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie? I don't wanna hear about the bad blood anymore I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore We were young and drinking

Let the dominos fall, woah oh oh Watch it all crash, come tumbling down (Watch it all crash, come tumbling down) Watch it all crash, come tumbling down (tumbling down) 'Cause we've gone too far, no place to hide We set the world alight There's still so

Whoa whoa, whoa Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss) Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth) Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me) Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh VVS them diamonds in my necklace

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Yo soy del barrio un famoso Yo soy de es quina del barrio soy Yo sé que soy soy Yo soy de esquina del barrio soy Es que mi esquina es saoco Que si caigo vuelvo y me levanto Woah oh oh oh Woah oh oh oh oh