Whoa, whoa. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. (Whoa) Make it stop. I plan to go on living Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever.

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. And that's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa. No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore. It's your turn, so take a seat we're settling the final score. And why do we like to

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Hit you point blank range and fire Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit Nigga trip I'll go for your

Whoa oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh It must be true love True love, true love No one else can break my heart like you Nothin' else can break my heart like At the same time, I wanna hug you I wanna wrap my hands around your neck You're an

Whoa, whoa, whoa yeah. Is there a place I can go? Is there a way to get me there? If I've forgotten what to say It's because all words are dust. If this is really what you think, How come you won't look me in the eye? All this crying in your sleep As I

Heard they tryna steal the wave, cut it out, cut it out Spicy mamis on the way, bust it down, bust it down Saw my watch, she love the way I flood it out, ayy Talk to me nice, show you what these Bentley 'bout, whoa Pipe down, throwin' up shots First we

Whoa oh wow, whoa oh wow She did what she came to do Saw what she came to see Took a good look around Made her some memories Never been there before She crossed it off the map Pedal down to the floor Now she ain't comin' back

Yuck Daddy! Yuck! Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch Two big chain, one big chopper Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all before The bitch got a man, but she schemin' on the low How it go? It go, fuck them

Tú tienes el control Es que me matas bailando así (bailando así) La habitación uh whoa Te juro que huele a ti (Yo te juro que huele a ti) Puedo llegar al sol No pienses dime que sí Chris Brown Por fin estamos solitos los dos