And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

Feel the chain no longer holds Finding yourself or you find that soul Reaching for answers that no one knows I've sung the blues for every broken heart in here Time to light up this joint with some boogie woogie Feelings move your hips I've too felt love

I couldn't be more in love What about these feelings I've got? We got it wrong and you said you had enough But what about these feelings I've got? At the best of times, I'm lonely in my mind But I can find something to show you If you have got the time

(Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get ya) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) (It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see ya picture) yeah One time for the homie DJ Screw Already, I'm feeling throwed in this bitch Up so

I just wanna go back, back to 1999 Take a ride to my old neighborhood Wanna go back, wanna go I just wanna go back Sing "Hit me baby, one more time" Never under pressure, oh Ooh, wish that we could go back in time, uh Got memories Ooh, maybe we could do

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit And she love it dog, yeah, yeah But these the times we gotta live through (I

What is the feelin' takin' over? Thinkin' no one could open my door Surprise, It's time To feel what's real What happened to Miss Independent? No more the need to be defensive Goodbye, old you When love is true Miss independent

Mas por dentro eu não mudo O sentimento não para, a doença não sara Seu amor ainda é tudo, tudo Daquele momento até hoje esperei você Daquele maldito momento até hoje, só você Eu sei que o culpado de não ter você sou eu E esse medo terrível de amar outra

I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, make some noise Caught in

You are in love, true love You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You're in love One look, dark room Men just for you Time moved too fast You played it