If I'm lucky, There will be a time and a place, You'll kiss me, we'll embrace; In that moment, Every wishful dream I ever knew Will come true; I will go through the years with you. You will tell me that you care, That we'll never be apart.

Nigga why you actin' like a ho? Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go Damn my nigga why you actin' like a bitch If you scared to take a chance, how the fuck we gon' get rich? Come here baby why you always insecure? Hold on tight to a nigga and be

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started" "Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?" "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here, your father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride, Margaret, time to go!

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

We don't care what time it is No one here is fightin' this If the DJ keeps on finding hits We could keep this going for days Oh oh oh oh oh oh Keep it up, keep it up, oh With our feet in the sand and sea in our hands we don't stop We remember to drink in

Bulldozer feeds upon the weaker as they fall Bulldozer crushes all This is the bulldozer Into the battles, making cages rattle There's a pain that's inside us and we're letting it out Charge right in, we dare to fail No one is giving in, always we live

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Make the Yuletide gay From now on, our troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who

What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go? Step on the glass, staple your tongue (ahh) Bury a friend, try to

Are we all we are We are the people that you'll never get the best of Not forget the rest of (Rest of) We've had our fill We've had enough We've had it up to here Just sing it loud until the kids will sing it right back

And he would play, In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town, Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from miles around. And all the girls from there to Austin, Were slipping away from home and putting jewelery in hock. To take the trip, to