Ayyo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Na, fuck it get the beef and
Was I wrong about the world It's a beautiful new place Where else could a creep like me Meet such a pretty face Meetin' every day with the risin' sun
You try to get over You're gonna go under You try to get over You're gonna go under Literally it's 3030 I don't got time To be wasting time on you Slow
You found me here, waiting for your chance You would reach inside and take all of me You watch your lies smother me again But now you can't! Don't
And we're rolling down the windows for this ride And there's not much time to take things slow We will turn our heads into the sunrise As the storms rage
Here in some stranger's room It's late in the afternoon What am I doing here at all? There ain't no doubt about it I'm losing you, I'm losing you Somehow
Baby, look here at me Have you ever seen me this way? I've been fumblin' for words Through the tears and the hurt and the pain I'm gonna lay it all out
I'm losin' things That's what old fashioned love brings Lost the key to the house The feelin' in my mouth I'm losin' things I'm forgettin' things That
If it's games you want, I've played a few Let me say up front, I'll lose to you, I can see you're a beginner Well beginner's luck runs out, you think
The snow is in the north The icy wind is blowing In seas that I don't know You're losing me, babe My eyes are filled with crying For seven days now If
Summer in winter Winter in springtime You heard the birds sing Everything will be fine I spent the summer wasting The time was passed so easily But if
Well, it happened up in detroit It was my kind of town We heard the audience screaming When they brought the houselights down Blind anticipation was felt
LOSING YOUR LOVE (Don Gibson) Losing your love that was mine brings hurt and lonely time Losing your love I fall through brings tears and heartaches
Cacheite en bragas no portal Quixen sair pero sen marchar Sacaches do bolso un vibrador Enrareceuse a situacion Fozaches nas pilas e non arrancou Tirachesmo
Esto no es una pipa de crack ni una pipa de kif ni una pipa de la paz esto no es ni siquiera una pipa tampoco es un cuadro: es una estampita Espana
Dime con quien andas y si esta buena me la mandas. Te dire quien eres: un oscuro bar con patas. Dos dedos del cielo y medio telediario: haz que no
El opio es la religion de los pueblos que te pasas Y la opcion que le queda a la cultura de las masas La sobreexposicion a la que someten nuestras casas
Soy un hombre objeto y eres mi chica boomerang te tiro a la basura y siempre vuelves para atras eres mi mujer objeto y yo soy tu chico boomerang me