Higher (feat. Travie McCoy) - Taio Cruz

Let the kids sing Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I still wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I still wish I was a kid again Uh huh Thinking back when things were so easy Got me laughing out loud, for no reason I use to take them cans back and collect them nickels Trading Garbage Pail Kids cards for Sweet Pickles The whole block used to have G.I. Joe battles Yeah ya boy had the original Storm Shadow And as of lately things have been slow So I reminisce on when we use to break them windows Yeah, til I got snatched by the cops With a Wiffle Ball bat and a hand full of rocks (Wasn't me) Consider this song a throw back Cause all I wanna do is go back Ya'll sing it with me Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I still wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I still wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I still wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I still wish I was a kid again Tell em! And this was way before PlayStation Rushing home to watch Video Vibrations Man I tell you Sherry Carter coulda got the business And I can't forget Rachel from Caribbean Rhythms This was back when Rap City used to play the jams This is how I first heard about the Wu-Tang Clan Banged 36 Chambers all summer long And to this day Can It Be's my favorite summer song And I can drop names for days Of all my favorite artists who helped to pave the way But, we probably need a lot more then just four minutes So this is how I'm gonna end it Everybody sing Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I still wish I was a kid again Back in the days when wish I was young, I'm not a kid anymore (C'mon) But some days I still wish I was a kid again (Everybody sing) Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore (Yeah) But some days I still wish I was a kid again (It's Travie) Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore (Nappy Boy) But some days I still wish I was a kid again Yeah, I'm on the bus in the back lounge Sweaty, cold confused in another unfamiliar town Another sold out show Spilling my soul to a ton of people I don't know And I can feel my skin wearing thinner Fourth night no appetite for dinner Shit goddamn well ain't life grand Getting paid to stand on stage with yer heart in ya hand Sometimes I squeeze it til they get worried If this is Groundhog's Day I guess I'm Bill Murray And I swear I'm not complaining at all I love each and everyone of ya'll All I'm really sayin' is... Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore (C'mon) But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again (Everybody sing) Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore (C'mon) But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again (Everybody sing) Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore (C'mon) But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again (Yeah) Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again (Everybody sing) Back in the days when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore (C'mon) But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again (Nappy Boy, it's Travie)

A las cinco se cierra la barra del 33 Pero Mario no sale hasta las seis Y si encima le toca hacer caja, despídete Casi siempre se le hace de día Mientras María ya se ha puesto en pie Ha hecho la casa, ha hecho hasta café Y le espera medio desnuda Mario llega cansado y saluda, sin mucho afán Quiere cama, pero otra variedad Y María se moja las canas en el café Magdalenas del sexo convexo Luego al trabajo en un gran almacén Cuando regresa no hay más que un somier Taciturno que usar por turnos Cruz de navajas por una mujer Brillos mortales despuntan al alba Sangres que tiñen de malva el amanecer Pero hoy como ha habido redada en el 33 Mario vuelve a las cinco menos diez (que temprano Por su calle vacía, a lo lejos, sólo se ve A unos novios comiéndose a besos El pobre Mario se quiere morir Cuando se acerca para descubrir Es María con compañía Cruz de navajas por una mujer Brillos mortales despuntan al alba Sangres que tiñen de malva el amanecer Sobre Mario de bruces, tres cruces Una en la frente, la que más dolió Otra en el pecho, la que le mató Y otra miente en el noticiero Dos drogadictos en plena ansiedad Roban y matan a Mario Postigo Mientras su esposa es testigo desde el portal En vez de cruz de navajas por una mujer Brillos mortales despuntan al alba Sangres que tiñen de malva el amanecer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer La de Mario Postigo tenía que ser Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer Esa mujer era María con compañía porque Mario no la supo atender Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer No había droga ni delincuencia, la inexperiencia de Mario la hizo perder su mujer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por esa mujer Cruz de navajas a vida o muerte por una mujer