Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye Tell these fuck niggas, how you been? You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko Jodye Who the jiggy

Baby, come give me something new (Ooh) 'Cause I can't stop loving (Oh yeah) Since I got a taste of your love (Oh yeah) Baby, come give me something new (Ooh, woah) Right now, I'm down I be with the Hitmaker Goddamn, you know who I am Try to be on the

Déjame entrar Quiero contarte No te das cuenta que Todas esas noches Llevo pensándote Nunca preguntaste Tus labios una vez Un poco acercaste Desde entonces no paro de pensarte

Yo soy tuyo y de nadie Logro entender Tal vez me alimentaba el ego y fue mi error No sé en pocas palabras desubicación A pesar de las noches mil aventuras pude curarte Me tienes amor, entero, todito, espíritu y carne Tuyo y de nadie más Y este salvaje no

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

Once you're there You can't come back Nothing lives Nothing grows Inside the dead meadow All alone at last Years roll by so fast Twisted and insane The house you built

Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes Truly rude boy, truly rude Hold up, wait one minute We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes Percocets and molly's make you touch your toe Been in this bitch

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke

Caía a tarde feito um viaduto E um bêbado trajando luto me lembrou Carlitos A lua, tal qual a dona de um bordel Pedia a cada estrela fria um brilho de aluguel E nuvens, lá no mata-borrão do céu Chupavam manchas torturadas, que sufoco Louco, o bêbado com

Step out, step out of the sun When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? On the outside, always looking in Will I ever be more than I've always been? 'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass