To's los míos están bien, 'tamos bien, hey Joda, que se joda, que se joda, hey, hey No hay nada mal, estamos bien, 'tá to' bien, hey Yeah, yeah (yeah) 'Tamos bien (wuh), yeh Sobran los billetes de cien, yeah No te preocupes, estamos bien (wuh-uh), hey

Making memory lane out of old back roads That spot in the woods where the cops don't go Live for a while, for whatever feels good In the moment, on the river, rock the chain When they roll up Main Street in this town We hook up and we roll out All

I wanna dream Leave me to dream But life ain’t what it seems Oh everything’s a mess And all these sorrows I have seen They lead me to believe That everything’s a mess But I wanna dream We all are living in a dream,

Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

The only thing that's worse than one is none The things I want to say to you get lost before they come Let me apologize to begin with Let me apologize for what I'm about to say And somehow I got caught up in between Between my lies and how the truth gets

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still

They put their trust in us They're gonna be like us Sunday morning, I heard the preacher say Thou shall not kill I don't wanna hear nothing else about killing And that it's God's will 'Cause our children are watching us So let's learn from our history

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