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[Funkmaster Flex] Hold up, shut this shit down It's goin down baby, Funk Flex We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee cause

If you're foolin', only foolin' All I ask is, why? And if you're playin', all I'm sayin' is Feelings sure can lie And if you're lyin', keep on lyin'

Had a sweet little girl, ran out, took the baby boy People ain't that sad? Whoa, I had a sweet little girl, never been ran out Took the baby boy, ain'

You'd sell your soul for a drink right now You've got no money so you don't know how You've lost your wife and you want her back But the bottle's got

I?m losing my head, I?m losing my mind I?m losing all the pieces of the puzzle I?m waiting for you, I?m waiting for me I?m waiting for everything I thought

WAKE UP TO ANOTHER DAY SEEMS LIKE TODAY WAS YESTERDAY LOOKIN AT YOU MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO SCREAM TO BE HEARD AGAIN I CRUMBLE

Quiero pedirte que vuelvas conmigo que olvides las cosas que han sucedido entre tu y yo ooo no Sin tu precensia me siento perdido me hace falta tu aroma

Tell me what you think I should do Cause I just cant understand you Im about to speak my mind Even if its a waste a time Cause everybody knows that

Life is hard to live always Even on the new days When you give it all you?ve got And time is far too fast to stop Each second on the clock Proves every