Such a long time ago If I found you with another There's one thing you should know Got to give it up or let me go Well I told you pretty baby Well I'd walk right out your door Woah you might call me crazy Oh honey if you want me to love you I know

Woah oh oh oh Vámonos lejos, vámonos ya Oh oh, oh oh Con tu boquita aquí junto a mi sobra pa' vivir Qué mas puedo pedir Vámonos lejos, lejos de aquí Oh oh oh oh oh No importa el precio tu pon el lugar Woah oh oh oh (woah oh woah oh woah)

Gotta flex hard, yeah, ooh Gotta shine hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 35 chain 40 stacked chain, yeah Gotta stunt hard, gotta shine hard 20 on a chain, 30 stacked chain Woah, oh, city to city and skrr (skrr) Woah, oh, I'm lookin' like a merchant

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

Off-White, alright Pop a Xan, goodnight (ooh) Off-White, alright (ooh) Off-White, alright (alright) She kept lookin' at my ice (yeah) Off-White, alright (woah) Off-White, alright (yeah) She kept lookin' at my ice (bang) Off-White, alright (bang bang)

Up on the mountain I see down below Woah-oah-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oah-oh-oahh It's easy to lose yourself I know Can't hear what you're shouting, I'm deaf to your show It's easy to lose your self control Everybody gets high, everybody gets low Life can be

Woah, ah, oh, you're my clean white love Woah, ah, oh, you're too clean white love What are you doing? What you doing? What ya doing to me? What are you doing to my head? I give my heart on the morning of November 6th Oh, everybody's looking for a fix I

Wherever you go, I'll go wherever you go It wasn't 'til I met you Oh woah, you're the music in the dark And you're the sound of my guitar You're the high that I was chasing You're the song inside my head That I understood the sky And the way the moon

Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she

Oh, woah, oh, oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Tonight, I'ma fight 'Til we see the sunlight But the party don't stop, no Tick tok, on the clock Yeah, you got me DJ, you build me up