Just Like Fred Astaire - James

We never run before Everybody be body-body to body, to body Oluwa-Burna tí de o You was the truth when I was lyin' Don't forget, don't forget You were the judge for my crimes, and you took my life Don't forget, don't forget But now, you're just like me (Metro) Now, you're just like me, ooh Now, you're just like me Now, you're just like- Just like me, just like me, man, you just like me In my feelings, I can't text, right? (21) You got all the bosses wonderin' what your sex like (on God) Hit the gym, keep her stomach and her chest tight (yeah) If I ain't told you yet, you know that you're the best, right? (On God) Do you still feel the same? I just wanna know (21) Roses on the floor (floor) I put Van Cleef from your head to your toe (on God) Buy you brand-new cars and I park 'em at your door (straight up) Double-tap and I put heart eyes under every post (21) Ten Kelly bags, back to back, I do the most (on God) Are you givin' up on me? You 'posed to be my ho' (21) Now you tryna act like me, I just go with the flow (21) You want me to cut off feelings that I don't control (on God) You was the truth when I was lyin' Don't forget, don't forget You were the judge for my crimes, and you took my life Don't forget, don't forget But now, you're just like me Now, you're just like me, ooh Now, you're just like me Now, you're just like- Just like me, just like me, man, you just like me (woah, woah) You be actin' like a man, play your role (21) I need a woman, baby, I don't need a bro (on God) I asked her body count, she sent the GIF of me and Cole (what?) Seen her text, it had me speechless, yeah, that was bold (21) I guess bein' in the mix ain't gettin' old to you (21) You're just livin' in a dream that was sold to you (on God) Seein' purses on the 'Gram and now you tryna get 'em (21) Any man provide that lifestyle, you gon' be with 'em (21) You got accounts, but you don't hold yourself accountable (never) I bend you over, you be grabbin' on your banister (facts) Girl, the way you eat that meat, you're a cannibal (21) No love handles, but she love the way I handle her (21) You was the truth when I was lyin' Don't forget, don't forget You were the judge for my crimes, and you took my life Don't forget, don't forget But now, you're just like me Now, you're just like me, ooh Now, you're just like me Now, you're just like- (just like...)

Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby puttin' on for the city Baby, he the realest, Baby probably got a couple million Baby hang with four or five killers Baby got children, Baby probably still drug dealin' Baby ain't a trapper, he a rapper Baby makin' classics, Baby in the hood gettin' active Baby keep it real with his people Baby like a preacher, Baby probably still sell reefer Baby like a- Baby ain't- Baby makin'- On for the- Baby like a- Baby ain't- Baby makin'- On for the- Baby like a- Baby ain't- Baby makin'-

An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day, Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way, When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw, A ploughin' through the ragged skies And up a cloudy draw. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, The ghost herd in the sky. Their brands were still on fire and their hooves was made of steel, Their horns wuz black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel, A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky, For he saw the riders comin' hard And he heard their mournful cry. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, Ghost riders in the sky. Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked With sweat, They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky, On horses snortin' fire As they ride on, hear their cry. Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, Ghost riders in the sky. As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name, "If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range, Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride A-try'ng to catch the devil's herd Across these endless skies." Yippee-yi-ay, yippee-yi-o, The ghost herd in the sky. Ghost riders in the sky.

Te vi, me viste, al principio fue una broma Luego la verdad se asoma Intercambiamos sonrisas Pasó algún tiempo, poco menos de una hora Y por debajo de la mesa Tu tacón tocó mi bota Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana Después de eso nos veíamos casi a diario Nuestro amigo el calendario Nos dio 400 citas De tanto amarnos nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano Ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Fue más sencillo que hacer la tabla del uno y a la hora del desayuno Ya sabía que te amaba A las semanas de iniciar con la aventura Se nos hizo miel la luna y un concierto pa Tijuana Era prohibido, era imposible, pero hicimos lo que se nos dio la gana, yeh-hey Pasando el tiempo, analizando la ruptura, la versión que tiene el lobo No es la de Caperucita De tanto amarnos, nos volvimos dos extraños No sé quién toma hoy tu mano, ni tú, dónde estoy ahorita Seguramente pa la otra que nos veamos repitamos Lo de la primera cita, yeah, eh-eh-eh-eh Uh, mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh

Miras con tanta dulzura, hermosa criatura Tú mi bello ángel que cayó del cielo Soy un simple pobre diablo que corrió con suerte Que logró obtenerte por obra divina Pues en cada esquina te busqué Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Viniste a reconformarme, a rehabilitarme Tú mi bello ángel, yo estaba perdido Siento que después de ti yo soy otra persona Ya no me conozco, ¿qué paso conmigo? Por eso te digo que tú Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti Solo tú eres la persona La que me ilusiona, la que me emociona Por ti pierdo el rumbo y en cada segundo Me voy de este mundo con sentirte a ti Entre el cielo y el infierno Solo hay un espacio, solo hay un abismo Es que yo pierdo el ritmo cuando me abandonas Y me quedo solo, solo sin ti

Compa ¿Qué le parece esa morra? La que anda bailando sola Me gusta pa' mí Bella Ella sabe que está buena Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila Me acerco Y le tiro todo un verbo Tomamos tragos sin peros solo tentación Le dije "Voy a conquistar tu familia" Que en unos días, vas a ser mía Me dijo Que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta Que ningún vato como yo actúa Ahí te va mija Y pura doble P viejo Así no más compa Pedro puro Eslabón Armado A las plebitas (cha-chau) No soy Un vato que tiene varo Pero hablando del corazón Te cumplo todo Me agarro Pegadito de su mano Mi compa ni se la creyó Que al pasar fui yo Su cuerpo Juro por Dios, que era tan perfecta Su cintura como modelo Sus ojos Desde el principio me enamoraron A ella le gusto Y a mí me gusta