senti perdido Eres mi sol en la oscuridad Y ahora quiero volar Porque tu vuelas conmigo Ser feliz es todo mi plan Todo mi plan, todo mi plan Todo mi plan
[P.Diddy] [gunshot] Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [Intro (50 Cent)] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should
Tu, que pierdes el control Hablando en alta voz, hieres mi corazon Yo, tratando de escuchar No me puedo explicar, que extrana sensacion Tu no me quieres
No quiero llorar No quiero sufrir No quiero pensar Me hara recordar que yo te perdi Tan lejos de mi haz ido a parar ah Un poco de ti un poco de mi Dejara
Creo que esta vez Va hacer como la otra vez Tu ya olvidaste todo lo que paso ayer Quiero que esta vez No sea igual que ayer Vivo pensando en lo que quiero
?Que pasa? Julieta, aha Nelly, aha La mala, yeah Hay algo que va a suceder, no se que es Se desprende toda sensacion que no puedo ver Sera que el sol
to the Master Plan Don't care if you understand Don't care if you understand Welcome to the Master Plan Don't care if you under- Welcome to the Master Plan
I fall asleep by the telephone It's 2 o'clock and I'm waiting up alone Tell me, where have you been? I found a note with another name You blow a kiss
't by your side 'Cause I'm not easy to understand But you know me like the back of your hand I'm your girl and you're my man And we're makin' plans
I heard you're doing okay But I want you to know I'm a dick I'm addicted to you I can't pretend I don't care When you don't think about me Do you think
if you can't Find your way though the sand Sing it like you already own it [Incomprehensible] so show it Oh, oh, oh Find the torch, burn the plans
What time is it? Where you are? I miss you more than anything Back at home you feel so far Waitin' for the phone to ring It's gettin', lonely livin'
We made plans to kiss the sun at night Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types Shedding skin you show your beauty scars Don't forget me or who you are You
[Nelly Furtado :] Aire, viento y en mi Alma El fuego se ahoga Y solo queda el frio sin destino y a paso muy lento Llevo debil el peso de un tormento [
Hey dad look at me Think back and talk to me Did I grow up according to plan? Do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do? 'Cuz it hurst
Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western
force to foster no morality morals are a substitute concern in someone's ear They're basically a by-product of home, I think it clear The plan, the plan
plan to love me sometime soon First you want to ride off into the sun Then you want to shoot straight to the moon Make a plan to love me Make a plan
