Autor: Letras de Canciones – Lyrics

What goes up Must come down Spinning wheel Got to go around Talkin’ ‘bout your troubles It’s a cryin’ sin Ride a painted pony Let the spinning wheel spin You got no money You got no home Spinning wheel All

Amor Pero si yo sé que te traigo loco Papacito No quiero enchularme, tampoco envolverme En tus brazos perderme Yeh, yeh, yeh Pero tú me besas, mi mente se expande Y es que ese booty es muy grande Yeh, yeh,

I warned myself that I shouldn’t play with fire But I can tell that I’ll do it one more time Don’t trust in myself (mmm), no good for my health (mmm) You messed with my heart, now you’re the reason

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! It’s Monday morning and we’ve only got a thousand of them left Well I know it feels pointless and you don’t have Any money but we’re all just gonna try our fucking best Well

So sorry So sorry But you’re going down Under the lights and thunder We come to life You roll the bones and wonder What fate decides The screams, the frenzy Reveals the worst As hearts of many Hunger to be

Fuck you, and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too I’m through, I’m through, I’m through This that hot girl bummer anthem Turn it up and throw a tantrum This that hot girl bummer anthem

I like to see everything in neon Drink lime green, stay up ‘til dawn Maybe the way that I’m living is killing me I like to light up the stage with a song Do shit to keep me turned on

In a restless search for new opportunities and new ways of living The mystery and the promise of distant horizons Always have called men forward We are the lost and the silent We are the shackled and small We’re looking

Wanna lie to you Say I’m doing so well Show you photos too To prove that I’ve been doing so well Wanna hide the truth Wanna dress up hell and heaven like we all try to do I’m scared to

I know you want me Every day, tell me when you’re lonely, yeah You see, you think you know me But you don’t even know nothing about me, yeah You see my thick thighs Lost when you look into my

Yo por ti, tú por mí, yo por ti, tú por mí Yo por ti, tú por mí, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm Yo por ti, tú por mí, yo por ti, tú por mí Yo por ti, tú por mí (Woh, oh,

What time was it when you were only 18 years old? You crossed the street, you crossed your legs You came across a little cold And it was all, it was all Falling apart (Falling apart) What time, what time

Jabari, me paddy! Ayy, everybody ask me how I deal with my depression Man, look (man, look), I don’t got the answer to your question If I did, you would probably never hear from me again That’s a promise, not

Turn you to a dancer Yeah Internet Money bitch I got black, I got white, what you want? Hop outside a ghost and hop up in a Phantom I know I’m boutta blow-oh-woah-oh, I ain’t dumb They try to take