Yeah little things they make me so happy You point the finger at me but I don't believe In my mind there is no time All I want to do is live by the sea But it's good yes it's good it's good to be free Head like a rock spinning round and round I found it

I'm falling for you baby Yellin' from the rooftop Tellin' the whole world You got me yellin' from the rooftop So everybody knows I'm screaming from the mountain Gonna sing it everywhere YeahYeah, you can call me crazy Baby I don't care

And nothing else matters like love And I don't really care about nothing else (Nothing else matters) Yeah, no, nothing else I don't wanna fight, not tonight 'Cause we're having fun now And nothing else matters like us You just gotta believe, if it leaves

This is how we roll We hanging round singing out everything on the radio We light it up with our hands up Yeah this is how we roll And this is how we do We're burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon baby The mix tape's got a little Hank,

I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid YeahYeah, the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill Bad bitches and they want the real thing All my boss bitches know I got the bill, paid Fell

(Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Wheezy outta here! I got big racks in my jeans (Big racks in my jeans) I'ma mix some dirty with this clean (Dirty with this clean) Almost all my bitches bald and no leukem' 21, I'm 'bout to stunt on all your

Anymore, anymore I still don't have the reason And you don't have the time And it really makes me wonder Give me something to believe in 'Cause I don't believe in you So this is goodbye, yeah If I ever gave a fuck about you I wonder if it even makes a

Pero tú también conmigo Sueños que no volverán Y sé que yo me equivoqué contigo, yeah Yo sé que yo me enredé contigo, yeah Pasamos rico, pasamos rico, yeah Y sufrimos un poquito Lo hicimos rico, lo hicimos rico, yeah Pero se acabó el ratico Cielo azul,

No, I can't be the on-only one Ooh ooh ooh, give me a sign That you feel it too Baby, cross the line YeahYeah, ooh-ooh-ooh, I need more When we're making this up Say it isn't so 'Cause I'm so desperate for you I can taste your skin on my tongue (my tongue)

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it YeahYeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy