Looks like you've been doing well Looks like you found someone else How's your family? How've you been? I'm doing good, I guess Looks like God is on your side Looks I've been off your mind I'll give you one more pretty smile And wish you all the best But the truth is I hope you're not happy without me I hope that it's hard to get out of bed I hope you get angry about me I hope you're not happy ever again (Ever, ever, ever, ever) Ever again (Ever, ever, ever, ever) I still think of sunny days Lightning flashes on my face Rain reminds me you were mine not so long ago Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm I want you to know That the truth is I hope you're not happy without me I hope that it's hard to get out of bed I hope you get angry about me I hope you're not happy ever again (Ever, ever, ever, ever) Ever again (Ever, ever, ever, ever) Ever again (Ever, ever, ever, ever) Ever again I hope you're not happy ever again

Welcome home How's your summer been? I heard you moved in with your boyfriend in New York What's his name? I heard he works downtown in finance Is he just as good at romance as we were? Okay, enough P.S. I hope you're happy I started acting out when you moved on I tried to call you To eliminate the distance I cared about you once and always will And I tried my best Cross my fingers for the rest And I will find a way somehow To be more than photos to you now I blame myself For when I was someone else I might not get over this But I won't be sad for the sake of it But I won't be sad for the sake of it But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) (P.S. I hope you're) What the hell? I couldn't help but check your phone Who the fuck is Drew from home, anyway? This vacation You said going home was boring Left out that part of the story on your way I might deserve it But I can't take it Maybe I should keep this to myself 'Cause if I'm honest My record's less than flawless You know that I get lonely when you're gone And I tried my best Cross my fingers for the rest And I will find a way somehow To be more than photos to you now I blame myself For when I was someone else I might not get over this But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) (P.S. I hope you're) But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) (P.S. I hope you're) But I won't be sad for the sake of it (P.S. I hope you're) (P.S. I hope you're) (P.S. I hope you're) (P.S. I hope you're)

Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Vesti'o de Gucci con to'os los metales El AP cabrón tú sabes cuánto vale Te los vamos a dar en la cara y en los abdominales Un kilo que entra y otro que sale La tarima con fuegos artificiales Haciendo partys semanales On fire como Jordan en las finales El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) (Bryant Myers, Bryant Myers) La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Negra la careta y la camiseta Negra la fourty y la camioneta Un paso en falso y grabamos tu muerte como los Z Lo que fumamos son moñas crunchies como galleta Cada vez que entramos a la disco las babys se ponen inquietas El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os El party prendi'o Los phillies prendi'os El botelleo prendi'o Los culos prendi'os (Alex Ki) (Alex Killer) (Bryant Ma') (Bryant Myers) (La Oscuridad) (El que pegó el trap) (Ustedes lo saben) La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters La Combi picante El cuello brillante Un culo gigante Los partys de gánsters Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso? Gracias a Dios todo va bien, todo se dio El dinero se multiplicó, la pauta también Papi, ¿qué paso?

I don't mind work and I love to fish I been known as a son of a bitch When life gets tough I roll my sleeves up Yeah, I get it done it's always enough I toil real hard with nothing to show I owe it all to the savings and loan So break our backs and make us slaves All for the love of the USA Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Ain't nothing much to do in this town The industry's gone and the mill has closed down And up on the hill lives a Jezebel She's got some sin and some pills to sell So no need to lie with your opium eyes When you got a script there's no need to hide Bitch and moan and dance in the street We would rather have bombs then food to eat Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline And you think that you're really gonna make a change Maybe you and I are the ones to blame Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Times get harder give me a fire starter Drench my self up in holy water Spiritual things the heartland bleeds I need a Bible, a gun and gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline Gasoline