I'm whiskey in a bottle now Put your hands to the sky (Lalalalalalalalalaa) I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now Yeah I'm a landslide I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down I'm a ready made party Still on that ass like

La lalalala la lalalala la lalalala la Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking When your feet just can't keep still I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights When Suzie wore her dresses tight And the

Y tú quisieras repetir Lo que hicimos antes Mami, si yo sé que te acuerdas de mí Dime, mami, si yo sé que te acuerdas de mí Dime, mami, uh Mami, uh, lalalalala Yo sé lo que has salido a buscar Perdámonos en la oscuridad

Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer Mister Caspian's killer told me so Heard it now on the radio Lalalala-lalala

Under the same sun Lalalala lovely as you are Under the same, under the same sun Will you be there Will you be there when the day's done With you around dear I lie in your charms Though it harms the best of me And I lie on to my friends to them

このまま (lalala) lalala Sweet sweetなフレンドシップ 風に吹かれ濡れた髪が揺れる キミの姿少し前に見える 叶わない想い。と知りながら ぐんと上がってく夏のヒート

Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Lalalalalala Lock him up real tight Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights First we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When he comes a-sniffing

Just when things are getting complicated in the eye of the storm She flicks a red-hot revelation off the tip of her tongue It does a dozen somersaults and it leaves you supercharged Makes me wanna blow her candles out just to see if you glow in the dark

Ien-cli à la puce Ien-cli dans le binks Promenade, surveillant Nourrice bienveillante Les frérots sortent du parlu, mula calé dans l'anus Et j'préfère compter mes liasses que de compter sur les gens Olalala, olalala C'est le ghetto, c'est la réelle life