I'm an animal Hey, what's the big deal? I am vibrating at the speed of light Hey what's the big deal? Tell me how to feel? I know where we boomeranged and fell from grace Point me to the stars I'm up for the chase I know where we fell on our face Jump

Bésame en la boca así y así Quítate la ropa encima de mí Después intercambiamos, yo arriba de ti Haciéndote el amor como te gusta a ti Sé, lo sé qué estás loca loca por tenerme Yo lo sé, te digo que Que yo también estoy loco por tenerte Para irnos lejos

Sígueme y te sigo Sígueme y te sigo mami Lo que lo que (Lo que se fue) No hace falta, falta Del mal de amor que nos han causado Del mal amor que nos han causado Bebiendo nos olvidamos

Por um gole a mais Foi nessa hora Que eu me vi ali sentado feito bobo e sem reação E você na minha frente docemente me estendeu a mão E com os olhos cheios d'água disse que foi covardia O que eu fazia E foi embora, foi levando a minha paz o meu sorriso E

On va tout donner Danse là devant moi Danse et lève tes bras Élance-toi pour que rien ne s'efface Yeah and I like it Dans ce monde-là On danse à perdre la voix On danse afin que rien ne s'efface Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Making pies To TableTalk I used to mind Now I don't care It's not far Down the block Close my eyes Make the pies all day

I got all these J’s rolled up And got all these drinks poured up I bought all these bottles up in this club Came here with all of my dawgs But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends You and your friends You

Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio You can play with me And her hair-do The only one you see All of London sings 'Cause England's swings and they sure love the tales I bring You ain't got the slang but you got the face to play the role

It be a buck-fifty, your chance of runnin is infinte Slugs that leave n****s drugged like a chick slip the Mickey I'm so on the low it'd take a Navy SEAL to get me, when I surface If not chips to Benz is the purpose On your team I'll pull the curtain, a

Oh ! Lord, I´m stuck in a Lodi again Just about a year ago I set out on the road Seekin´ my fame and fortune Lookin´ for a pot of gold Thing got bad things got worse I guess you will know the tune Oh ! Lord Stuck in Lodi again Rode in on the Greyhound