Husnain Gujjar

Remember once I told you ’boutHow before I heard it from your mouthMy name would always hit my earsAs such […]

Wanna be a baller, shot callerTwenty inch blades on the ImpalaA caller gettin’ laid tonightSwisher rolled tight, gotta sprayed by

Sweet love yeahI didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t love you soI should have held on tight, I

I know you so well, so wellI mean, I can do anything that he canI’ve been pretty I know you’re

The moon is highLike your friends were the night that we first metWent home and tried to stalk you on

Pick you up at home, quarter to threeAsk you if you want somethin’ to eatDrive around, get drunk, do it

Open the eyes of my heart, LordOpen the eyes of my heartI want to see YouI want to see You

Pick you up at home, quarter to threeAsk you if you want somethin’ to eatDrive around, get drunk, do it

Now here you go againYou say you want your freedomWell, who am I to keep you down?It’s only right that

Tan fácil que es enamorarmeY tan difícil olvidartePorque la vida me jurasteY hoy te busco y tú no estás Aunque