Regálame un poco de azúcar Caramelo duro, deja que te vuelva loca Muy limpio que puro, no te dejaré sola Running through your candy lane Muy limpio que puro, no te dejaré sola Azúcar, sudo Sí, tiene buen gusto Jawbreaker to my demise (oh la la la la la)

Way down we go And way down we go Say way down we go Father tell me, we get what we deserve Oh we get what we deserve You let your feet run wild Time has come as we all oh, go down Yeah but for the fall oh, my Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?

Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby, Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they'll like this song? Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls? Mother should I build the wall? Mother should I run for President? Mother should I

I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll

Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a

She likes it my way, my way, My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it Ooh, Ooh, Hey Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing

If you want to get out alive Oh oh run for your life If you want to get out alive (if you want to get out alive) If I stay, it won't be long Till I'm burning on the inside Burning on the inside Run for your life If I go, I can only hope That I make it to

When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow We keep it ghetto, you should know Gettin' crunk off in the club we gets low, oh Oh (oh), all my ladies to the flo' Handle it ladies back it up Getting crunk up in the club we gets low, oh They got that southern cookin'

Burning like smoke and fire Oh, oh, our love is running into a burning building Oh, oh, our love is scattered ash with a burnt up feeling Feel the heat so we started running You know you saw it coming But the memories are still in my mind Smoke and fire