Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill time It ain't yo fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here no For you to go I'ma gon' spill Everybody wants to be a showman Yeah they all got another one Everybody

And all of the nights and all of the days Yeah we’re watching them fading away And oh what a life when you’re rolling the dice When I’m gambling all of the time And oh oh oh oh oh I’m leaving now Sweet escape I just need you now Cold light wakes me in

When times get hard Yeah the good thing is we might be falling apart But we're falling apart together We're falling apart together We just shake us on a little more salt and pepper Well it's another flash light dinner in the dark mm hm My baby's sweet

Yeah, yeah, que no pare la fiesta Don't stop the party I said, y'all having a good time out there? They can't, they won't, they never will, stop the party I'mma give it to ya, ah ah Now give it to me, ah ah You don't get the world loose loose You don't

Here we stand or here we fall History won't care at all Make the bed, light the light Lady Mercy won't be home tonight You don't waste no time at all Don't hear the bell but you answer the call It comes to you as to us all Yeah, we're just waiting for

No we don’t need no introduction No we don’t need no instructions Yeah we’ve already paved the way And we don’t got no time to play Call my lawyer Call my girls up I thought I told ya

Best summer ever Wheels and waves, surf and shades Rocking every night and day Like shakes and fries, wet and dry It all adds up to feel like The best summer ever, yeah It's been the best summer ever Sad to say our time's come to an end But it's just

Tell me where am I now (oh-o) Why, where and how All this time Show me the road back home (oh-yeah) Show me the road back home, back home You never sympathize I can't find my way back inside What you give is what you get But you drew the line on me baby

Them summer days, those summer days Freddie: Out of school, yeah Larry: County fair in the country sun Sly: And everything, it's true, ooh yeah All: Hot fun in the summertime x 4 All: End of the spring and

We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby And you better bring your whole crew Yes any time you want to All this money got my mind gone Yeah! This that '63 AMG Ghost music This that Ace of Spade, Belair, let's toast music Nigga let's