Gotdamn, that bitch lit She said, "I don't smoke, I don't sip I do blow and that's it" Do a couple drugs, have a ting slide She gon' bust it open, let me inside If I was normal, woulda been died Fight night next to Puff, sitting ringside Yeah, and this

Vamo' a ganar otra ve' (fire, fire) Fire, fire (No vamo' a perder) Fire, fire (fire) Sé que no me fallan Michael Brun J Balvin, man Tú lo sabe', leggo' Another one, heh

I don't wanna know about your new man 'Cause if it was meant to be You wouldn't be callin' me up tryin' to 'Cause I'm positive that he don't wanna know about me We'll get there eventually I know you're missin' all this kind of love But I'm positive that

Doing alright Yesterday my life was in ruin Gotta feeling, I should be doing alright Should be waiting for the sun Now today I know what I'm doing Where will I be this time tomorrow Jumped in joy or sinking in sorrow Anyway, I should be doing alright

Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat Living in a glass house Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat Once again I'm in trouble with my only friend She is papering the window panes She is putting on a smile Once again packed like frozen

You are the crutch of this disease And I've been locked in your machine Sit here and rot, or break this deal My mouth is shut, my lips are sealed Your state of mind revealed That my love for you was real They say in time wounds heal But I got nothing

They're a part of the list Things like your, funny little laugh I come up with Something new, every single time That I sit an reminisce Things that I miss, Or the way you smile or the way we kiss What I noticed is this And you'll live in my

The girl in the other room She knows by now There's something ain't know other fears Now she wears this thread bare She sits on the floor The glass press tight to the wall She hears murmurs low The paper is peeling Her eyes staring straight at the ceiling

For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses Oh, I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is And lay you down on a bed of roses And lay you down Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture

This makes as much sense as a frog on a chain A leper knocking trees down with his fist Twisting my ear like I'm a school yard churl You know I want to sit beside that long-legged girl Wearing overalls and daddy's boots and mom's old coat Let's sing one