La la la la Oh how I'm sinking in But I gotta lean back Give it some time So that I can relax I'm outta my mind I'm 'bout to have a relapse I said I wanna roll over He dropped the bait

Oh, the guns of Brixton You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun Shot down on the pavement

Only fools go through Jokers in the pack, shot me in the back Well how about that? I just wanna hold you, hold on tight Walking through the darkness I hear the host trumpets cry Oh I thought we'd live forever (Only fools go through) Now I'm in a few

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

Baby, no te vaya' Tú ere' una diabla Y tú ere' mala Tú en mi cama Real Hasta La Muerte, baby Oh oh oh oh

Draw me a smile and save me tonight Paint me a heart, let me be your art I am a blank page waiting for life to start I was scared, I was unprepared Oh, for the things you said If I could undo that I hurt you I would do anything for us to make it through

Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it) Don't play, we go drummin' for that bag (boh-boh) I slap her ass then I dab Runnin' to that bag (woah-woah) We be goin' for that bag (oh-oh) I smack her ass like that (that) Only want the head if she

If the pussy good, hit it two times Don't be talkin' 'bout me or my bitch, right Keep it 100 with my clique, right Came fresh cold out the strip, right Ciroc shots in the air Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie then Oh-la-la-la, la-la-la, make a movie

Want to whole lotta love Ah-keep it cooling baby I'm gonna give you my love A-way, way down inside Whole lotta love I'm gonna give ya my love My, my, my, my Hey, oh, hey, oh A-keep it cooling baby

Gettin' high, chillin' with my bros Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros And you know I got a gang of pre-rolls Talkin' 'bout these hoes, yeah Tryna dodge these hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh, woah It's gon' be your favorite song