It is almost impossible to catch up And no one knows what the next day will bring It's time to get to work I challenge you to work After you've missed a day's work A day like this will come A day like the will go There's no secret about this You reap

And that's the way I loved you And it's two a.m. and I'm cursing your name Breakin' down and coming undone It's a roller coaster kinda rush And I never knew I could feel that much But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain You're so in

It's the simple things in life Like the kids at home and a loving wife That you miss the most when you lose control Everything you love starts to disappear The devil takes your hand and says, no fear Have another shot, just one more beer I've been there,

You're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out I crashed your Corvette Remember back when I told ya That I'm a loca Colombiana (Yo te lo dije) Roses and whiskey I bet that you'll miss me, no doubt Alright, it's on

Uh-uh-uh-eh-eh Cecilia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily Uh-uh-uh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn my radio up and it's just my luck Why are you following me? It's like a 'missing you' sign Is written on my face

If you see him, tell him I wish him well Well, sometimes it's hard to tell I still miss him more than ever But please don't say a word If you see her, tell her I'm doing fine And if you want to

I'm just a fool (Yeah yeah yeah) Waited and waited so long For someone who'd never come home It's my fault to think you'll be true (yeah yeah) I know what I'm missing But nothing else hurts like you do Who knew that love was so cruel

I'm gonna clean the house The drastic steps I've taken Are just an act of desperation I knew no one would miss me, so what the hell? I fought, and lied, I drank too much Hurt everyone I've ever touched And just how much I've hurt you, it's hard to tell

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream