Yeah, when I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfuckers need to get off the dick,

My sister, my friend Hey girl, it's me, just called to tell you hi Call me when you get this Haven't talked lately, so hard to find the time Give the boys a big kiss Tell them that I miss them By the way, I miss you too I was thinking just today About

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like Tryna make a living Come to my hood Everybody get it And for that paper all the wrong things sound right Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money Just a bittersweet symphony I'm from

Ah, I've been waiting Girl, you've been gone away a real long time Now I really went out of my mind I miss your lovin' when you left, baby you did Ah baby, come here, let me caress you Ah ah baby your letters, ah tell me what you missed Come here, sugar,

Tu tiempo ya paso Oh, oh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh , oh, oh, oh Hoy te digo adiós Oh, oh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh, eh, oh , oh, oh, oh (la mentira volvió) De nada me sirvió amarte (oh, oh) Y ahora vuelves a buscarme (se acabo tu tiempo) Tu tiempo paso Tu

Quererte a mi, me hare feliz Si el cielo se torna gris why el 'tino llegue a su fin No quiero jamas sentir que de mi vida te vuelves a ir Cuando cuente tres, vuelve a salir Preguntando por ti Caminando por ti Esperando por ti Navegando por ti Volando por

Baby, please, don't go Turn your lamp down low You got me way down here Baby, please, don't go back to New Orleans Because I love you so Turn your lamp down low; my heart is beating so So, baby, please, don't go Made me weep and moan You made me weep and

Just friends, lovers no more Just friends, but not like before To think of what we've been and not to kiss again Seems like pretending it isn't the ending Two friends drifting apart Two friends, but one broken heart We loved, we laughed, we cried, and

Hallelujah, hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major

Tired of the runnin' Runnin' from the law Said I'm tired of the runnin' Baby you gotta believe me Baby ya gotta believe me I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law As they ride past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to