Because the cost of living About the situation Is getting so high, high, high” It's really so high, high, high Is getting so high, high, high About everything And this is what he said He told me, “Famine, famine, famine

Lo que quieras si me dices por favor Lo hago todo si me dices por favor (por favor) De la forma en que lo dices, dime más (más, más, más) Please, vas a tener que esperar (dame un besito, mami) Please, solo quieres sanar Lo que quieras si me dices por

Came a long way from the choppa and the car (Raa!) I was kicking doors, never thought of being a star (Hey) Now I pull up in the Rolls with the baddest of them all (Bad) I pour a four, now I sittin' on Mars (Mars) I lift the doors when I'm pulling out

This is your hometown My hometown Your hometown I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man I'd sit on his lap in that big old Buick and steer as we drove through town He'd tousle my hair

I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm. I'm sitting over here on Parchman farm, Ain't never done no man no harm. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack. Well, I'm putting that cotton in a never-full sack, A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.

Sittin' on a stool, sittin' on the fence Sittin' on a stool, sitting' on the fence Tryin' to play it cool, tryin' to talk some sense Do I let her go or do I make her mine While there's still a chance Into this crazy heart, lookin' for a sign She's gotta

She only gets stoned when you ain't home And I know bro code and I ain't breakin' it But bro, you got yourself a situation, bro You better get your girl home, boy You better take yourself home, boy You better tell her you love her, you need her 'Cause if

This is not for you Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it, too Small my table, sits just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from?

¿Quién te ama como yo cosita linda? Es como un fin de una novela Nuestra historia la más bella Dime que esta ceremonia, es una pesadilla Queridos hermanos Continuemos con esta boda Si hay alguien quien se oponga de este matrimonio Que hable ahora, o

Granddaddy's gun It sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nails And it's worth a bunch of money but it damn sure ain't for sale It's just a double barrel 12 The stock is cracked and it kicks like hell It wouldn't mean what it means to me to no one I