3 Am - Lane Bates

Y ahora mírate No lo puedes ni esconder Que yo ahora te hago falta No me extraña, mírame Y ahora que me ves Me hablará antes de las tres Mensajitos por el Whatsapp Que yo en visto dejaré Tururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururu rurururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururu rurururururururú Esperas que te crea cuando dices yo cambié Que sientes lo ocurrido y que me vaya todo bien Dices que me quieres y yo pienso olvídame Claro es que no puedes porque huella te dejé Sé que a mis amigas Tú les preguntas cómo me va Y les cuentas tus dramas Si te responden es por pena Y ahora mírate No lo puedes ni esconder Que yo ahora te hago falta No me extraña, mírame Y ahora que me ves Me hablará antes de las tres Mensajitos por el Whatsapp Que yo en visto dejaré Tururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururu rurururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururu rurururururururú Tanto fue lo que me dolió Que no sé pa' qué coño vuelves Otra vez pidiendo perdón Pero no, no tendrás la suerte Sé que a mis amigas Tú les preguntas cómo me va Y les cuentas tus dramas Si te responden es por pena Y ahora mírate No lo puedes ni esconder Que yo ahora te hago falta No me extraña, mírame Y ahora que me ves Me hablará antes de las tres Mensajitos por el Whatsapp Que yo en visto dejaré Tururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururu rurururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururú Tururururururu rurururururururú

Boone had a colt and a frying pan A quarter horse, American Half a heart, fully a man And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes To fill the hole and mask his pride Though his mother said that the way of life Was ever better in a poor man's mind But Boone found that he had no peace Licking the dirt and kicking the streets Till he gambled a cent and came back with three Bad bad Boone became a thief No good could be found in Boone No Robin Hood and no whistled tune To the guilt of God he was immune As that cursed greed just grew and grew He had no wife, no boundary line No cowboy code or moral sight No child that he wouldn't fight No widow safe from the cheatin' lies What hurt another, ain't hurt him He'd do anything for a pretty little gem A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim Rich in pocket, poor in love His soul went down and the money went up He died before he could fill his cup And what a pointless life that was Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back From dust he came and that's what lasts Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass The rich the poor, both withered grass Here lays Boone, so fully man Forgotten on his piece of land And buried with his frying pan And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan

I'm making it out of there, it has to be But nothing has ever been easy And here we go, around the bend I tell myself, "Get in" And if I could let it ride I'd take my time and free my mind When I can give it up So I curse your name at night, I'd rather fight than let it slide 'Cause I can't get enough I scream, turn it upstream Thinking of you, with my head underwater And you're moving through my bloodstream With every heartbeat, it's getting hard to remember to breathe I wonder if we'll ever break a spot of luck It's circular, this train of thought, I find it hard to stop So I'll try and tuck it down until I find my way around This space I'm in Turn the hourglass about and all the sand is running out The air is thin I scream, turn it upstream Thinking of you, with my head underwater And you're moving through my bloodstream With every heartbeat, it's getting hard to remember to breathe One, two, three, four, five, six, seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven One, two, three, four, five, six, seven I scream, turn it upstream Thinking of you, with my head underwater And you're moving through my bloodstream With every heartbeat, it's getting hard to remember to breathe I scream, turn it upstream Thinking of you, with my head underwater And you're moving through my bloodstream With every heartbeat, it's getting hard to remember to breathe (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven) It's getting hard to remember to breathe (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven) It's getting hard to remember to breathe (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven) It's getting hard to remember to breathe (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven)

Oh God I know it I know I shouldn't call her back She's using me and I'm fine with that Yeah, she's using me and I'm fine with that And I hear ya sighs Through your phone tonight Look deep up in my eyes And tell me why'd you call me just to tell me to Come over Come over For closure For closure For closure She's hot and cold like Shoto Todoroki I know I know I must be crazy Phone's always dry And I never get a reply And I hear ya cries Through your phone tonight Look deep up in my eyes And tell me why'd you call me just to tell me to Come over Come over For closure For closure Come over Come over For closure For closure For closure