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Hoy jame diosito
Quiero explicarle
Quiero que me digas
Como le haré

Para que me entienda
Esta muchacha
Quiere ser mi amiga
Pero yo no quiero ser

Es muy difícil
Estando yo con ella
Oliendo su perfume
Quiero acariciar su piel

Luego me abraza
Me siento muy contento
Me dices tu eres mi amigo
Se me acaba la fe

Como le haré
Para decirle que la quiero
Como le haré
Ay diosito tengo miedo

Como le haré
Ser su amigo ya no puedo

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Come Home Johnny Bridie

I'm full of pride and my heart feels good
Got news from my family up in the woods
At last I can go back where I belong
Sweated it all out for nine long years
Couldn't believe the voice in my ears
With the man saying 'No hiding ,son'

So I left the only folks I had known
I was fifteen then, hardly grown
When they found me in the swamp, face down in the mud
Couldn't get back and I couldn't go far
Said to myself 'Stay right where you are'
Done found yourself to Ma and Pa
Everybody said 'The kid's no good'

Come home, Johnny Bridie, come home
Johnny Bridie, come home
We're all wrong without you
How did we ever doubt you
He confessed to the killing
It's his role we had you filling
We didn't really mean to make you sad
But when you ran you made us think
That you were twice as bad

I left the only folks I had known
I was fifteen then, hardly grown
When they found me in the swamp, face down in the mud
Couldn't get back and I couldn't go far
Said to myself 'Stay right where you are'
Done found yourself to Ma and Pa
Everybody said 'The kid's no good'

Come home, Johnny Bridie, come home
Johnny Bridie, come home
We're all wrong without you
How did we ever doubt you
He confessed to the killing
It's his role we had you filling
We didn't really mean to make you sad
But when you ran you made us think
That you were twice as bad

Come home, Johnny Bridie, come home
Johnny Bridie, come home
We're all wrong without you
How did we ever doubt you...

Hearts On Fire

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
 
Strangers in my head
Keep making me forget
Where I came from
Where I came from
There's madness in our eyes
Too blind to realise
Just what we've done
Just what we've done
 
I feel it taking a hold
I feel a rush in my bones
For you....
I think we're caught in a fight
Can we make it alright?
With all these shadows on our backs
How can we take it back and
 
How can we love with our hearts on fire?
Is this enough or are we just burning?
Ashes to dust like a funeral pyre
Can we love with our hearts on fire?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
How can we love with our hearts on fire?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
How can we love with our hearts on fire?
 
Alone between the sheets
Down on these dirty streets
I lost my soul, I lost my soul
Such a losing game again
Between angels and demons
And I feel cold
I feel cold
 
I think we're caught in a fight
Can we make it alright?
With all these shadows on our backs
How can we take it back… ooooohhh
 
How can we love with our hearts on fire?
Is this enough or are we just burning?
Ashes to dust like a funeral pyre
Can we love with our hearts on fire?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
How can we love with our hearts on fire?
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
How can we love with our hearts on fire?
Is this enough or can we go higher?
How can we love with our hearts on fire?
Is this enough or can we go higher?
How can we live if the world turns upside down?
It's too late to turn it back around?
Can we love with our hearts on fire?
How can we love with our hearts on fire
 
How can we love with our hearts on fire
Is this enough or are we just burning
Ashes to dust like a funeral pyre
Can we love with our hearts on fire
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
How can we live if the world turns upside down
It's too late to turn it back around
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Can we love with our hearts on fire
How can we love with our hearts on fire
 

Can't Be That Bad

Only for a moment I thought
I thought a saw a ghost
You were walking down
On that freeway
With your necklace and a dying rose
And it tends to be, how you endlessly
Really have a grip on my mind
And it runs with me, it never leaves me
Have some faith and waste your time
 
No it can’t be that bad to feel that good
Lady you know now it’s understood
When we can’t make a change
’Cause you know I would
Over the river and through the woods
Tonight, when the wrongs are right
 
Once I saw your visions fail
I knew I had a chance
You were looking out
For your freedom
But your paradise was surely here
 
When it rains it pours
And you knew it took
A bit more than just our love
And you run with me, you’ll never leave me
Have some faith and waste your time
 
You wouldn’t stand a chance
If I would break your heart in this cold cold world
Cold cold world
I will not stand here as I’m sure to be the one who will say
Have some faith and waste your time
 
No it can’t be that bad to feel that good
Lady you know now it’s understood
When we can’t make a change
’Cause you know I would
Over the river and through the woods
Tonight… when the wrongs are right
It is time
 

Bang

[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang
 
[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Why so serious? I'm never fuckin' around
These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin' the ground
Plane Jane Patek I'm never bustin' it down
Flagrant as fuck, I'm never toning it down (Yeah)
Oh, you big mad?
Why you chasin' a chick that I been had?
Took your dream girl down, yeah, I did that
Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that
Believe me, my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches (Yee)
 
[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game (Winners win)
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang
 
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up (Yeah)
Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up (Woo)
It's game time, put me in, I'm suited up
Bitch, I'm good enough (Yeah), I don't need the luck (Yeah)
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
Make her bob, open mouth like a scary movie (Ah)
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi (Yeah)
The proof's in the income, I ain't gotta prove it (No)
She got a man, nigga, I ain't stupid
But the way you work that body, you gon' have to lose it
And that pussy good, show me how you use it (Yeah)
Step by step, baby, go through it (Ayy)
 
[Chorus: Tyga]
I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game (Ayy)
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains (Big dog)
And I need a super freak like Rick James (Ayy)
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang (Come on)
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang
 
[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Yeah, talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain, oh my god, I'm so pricey
Mami, she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
When she throw it back, she like, 'Papi, don't bite me'
Yeah, make her bend down
She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town
Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
10k a month, Hell's Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)
L.A. to New York, Bicoastal
I'm international, not local
A band for these vintage Chanel bifocals
If you ain't talkin' bags, then I'm antisocial, be gone
 
[Chorus: Tyga]
Ayy, I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang
Make that shit bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby, make that shit bang