I nah mek dem carry me go shell me out, no No back door deal come to me real Life is so short and life is so sweet I will always have God beside me And every time me see the hypocrites Getting closer I take weh myself neatly Because dem see me on a

You done fucked up, you done fucked up Lame nigga better know his luck up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, yeah Aye, fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, who, hey Fucked up, fucked up, fucked up, you, hey Pussy

I wanna go one on one with you You a one of one Back to the front with you You, you my only one You my number one One on one, and I want you to want me too You, you a one of one Don't let 'em make you regret it

And back down I don't want to waste my time Become another casualty of society I'll never fall in line Become another victim of your conformity Waste my time with a Strollin' to the party like my name is El Nino Well I'm hangin' out drinking in the back

Memories I will never find All of the love we left behind Watching our flash backs intertwine I think our lives have just begun And I'll feel my world crumbling down Feel my life crumbling now Feel my soul crumbling away Falling away with you Making the

Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored I can't feel the way I did before Time won't heal this damage anymore So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do But I'll be here 'cause you're

Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oh-oooh Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me

What I'd give just to get a little bit back now Yeah, we fell in just as fast as we fell out We were too young to settle down and a big love in a small town In a small town, yeah We had big love in a small town In a small town Yeah, we were sixteen and

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit

No mais estou indo embora! Eu vou te jogar Num pano de guardar confetes Nem vou lhe beijar Gastando assim o meu batom Eu desço dessa solidão Espalho coisas sobre Um chão de giz Há meros devaneios tolos