Ah ah ah ah ah America Americano, ah ah ah ah ah America Americano I don't speak your, I won't speak your Jesús Cristo (la-la-la-la-la-la-la) Don't you try to catch me, don't you try to catch me Living on the edge of the law, law, law, law I met a girl

House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy) I see you fuckin' with me, I'm catchin' on Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin' I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy I don't want no relations, you know

You don't know my name (Round and round and round we go, will you ever know) Baby, baby, baby From the day I saw you Really, really wanted to catch your eye Somethin' special 'bout you I must really like you 'Cause not a lot of guys are worth my time, ooh

I'm a goner Somebody catch my breath I wanna be known by you Don't let me be gone Though I'm weak I'll slip away Into the sound The ghost of you Is close to me

I ain't got no business catchin' feelings I don't wanna wake up Who you pullin' up on? 'Cause I ain't got no business catchin' feelings anyway Catchin' feelings Catchin' fee-fee-fee-fee Wasted times I spent with someone else She wasn't even half of you

I won't fall in Love with falling I will try to avoid I don't fall slow like I used to I fall straight down You've stolen my air catcher That kept me safe and sound

Don't mean a goddamn thing 'Cause you're all that I want Right here, right now Right here! Right now! Right here right now But I won't take that train I won't catch that flight If you're not on that plane We ain't takin' off tonight

I don't care! I don't care! It's been an awful long time since I been home, But you won't catch me goin' back down there alone. Things they said when I was young are quite enough to get me hung. They came and took my dad away to serve some time, But it

You can catch me in the whip with a fifth of pimp juice And I'm poppin' a clip, 'bout to fix this issue Ya pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you Ya gonna need an ambulance to stitch ya tissue Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy Boy, you know I get to tripping, boy, boy When your mouth about that shooting You find out that we been shooting all along You get caught without that Ruger We put hot shit through you then we gone Boy, don't let me catch you