I just want for you to keep it real, baby I fell in love with my bih from the field, baby Said she from Miami, from the crib, baby Yeah, when the link up and they ask me questions You ever killed somebody before? (Hahaha) I don't play like that, you

Yes I'm your blessing ma Mama I know I know Sometimes I act crazy but I'm still your baby The projects made me like this you can't blame me Mama I'm still your baby but the streets corrupt me I'm sorry I fell in love with guns, I fell in love with

I'm comin' back to you, back to you And I know that I shouldn't and I wouldn't if I could And you know that this drink got me talkin', late night callin', yeah I thought that you'd never leave the city Fell in love with a girl from PR, kept up online

You were just one of my phases, ah yeah We got too drunk, we got too high On the night we graduated We got locked up in my bedroom And I swear I didn't fake it Fell in love when we were faded Don't make this complicated I'm sorry if I hurt you

Oh no I fell in love with my rock god You see I fell in love my rock rock god I can't stop my feet from dancin' to the sound of his drum I can't keep my hips from swayin' to his sweet melody Preacher man, preacher man Preacher man walked into the club

And I feel so all alone I feel so all alone No one's gonna fix me when I'm broke How do you cry with inanimate eyes? You're never gonna smile with the way that you are I fell in love with a wind-up souvenir I bought it downtown as I was on my way to meet

What I'd give just to get a little bit back now Yeah, we fell in just as fast as we fell out We were too young to settle down and a big love in a small town In a small town, yeah We had big love in a small town In a small town Yeah, we were sixteen and

I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in the click (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if

That just don't happen twice One bottle of wine, two Dixie cups At three a.m. I fell in love For the first time in my life And that's somethin' We sang 'Bobby McGee' on the hood of my car Made a wish on every star In that clear September sky I haven't

When a fellow loves a maiden And that maiden doesn't love him, It's the same as when a bald man Finds a comb upon the highway. The cucaracha, the cucaracha, Doesn't want to travel on Because she hasn't, Oh no, she hasn't Marihuana for to smoke.