I blame it on your love I blame it on your love, I do Every time I fuck it up I can't help it, I can't stop Sorry, I blame it on your love, yeah Every time you get too close I run, I run away And every time you say the words, I don't know what to say

Hey mama, hey mama, hey mama, hey ma' Girl, it's getting hotter I can't take much more Dale, sin miedo, arriésgate y sígueme el juego Sola, creo di a tus amigas hasta luego No des explicaciones, solo vente Que tu mente es malvada, eso yo lo sé En tu

You better cheat-cheat No reason to play fair Cheat-cheat or don't get anywhere Cheat-cheat if you can't win I get violent when I'm fucked up I get silent when I'm drugged up Want excitement, don't get none, I go wild I don't know what can be done about

She said, when I be in the club Posted with my thugs, that I be so elegant She can't get enough I'm looking at your body, yeah and I can't get enough Just know, it ain't fuckin' love I'm getting to the money and the money come alive She can't get enough

Everybody knows Stepping out, everyone can see my face All the things I can't erase from my life Standing out so you won't forget my name That's the way we play this game of life Tell me now, if you came sneaking up behind Would you know me and see

And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Needle and the thread You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm tripping over myself Gotta get you out of my head Gonna wind up dead Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll

I just want a life that seems a little better than a dream But I just can't seem to get on my feet So I gotta let go, gotta let go, gotta let go I'll hope someday that you will know I hope someday you'll understand (So I gotta let go) no one knows what

I know I can't get you home No I, I can't feel the heat So I can treat you better (Keep together, stand on together) Bring the heat Doing all that I can for you To be a woman and man, Yet don't let it catch you,

Run up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if