Soy el mismo Soy aquel, el mismo de ayer El que escribía sus canciones en el tren Soy aquel, el que nunca se fue El que pintaba tu carita en un papel Ni el dinero, han podido Sigo siendo ese que da la vida Y aunque la vida, tal vez

(Dreaming) Dreaming in the U.S.A. Don’t stop dreaming Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming in the U.S.A. (Dreaming) Dreaming in the United States I was a boy, I was dreaming of the U.S.A. All the movies I see are from the same place All the music I love is from

I put that on the bible boy, count your blessings Put that on the bible boy, count your blessings Have you ever seen a MAC-11? New TEC-9 with the extension Mayday, man down, call the reverend Niggas in Missou ain't changed Make ya have to let loose

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

I love it when you eat it I love it, I love it You come around No one can do ya the way that I do Boy I wa-a-ant (You) Suck my cockiness Lick my persuasion Eat my words and then Swallow your pride down, down

Just a boy and a girl underneath these stars shining It feels like it was meant to be yea No, I don’t think it’s coincidence Running into you here like this Sparks flying, see you smiling Girl we got some good timing Baby ain’t it crazy? We got... good

Tutti frutti, oh rootie Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom! Tutti frutti, oh rootie, ooh I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do Boy you don't know what she do to me Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba! She rock to the East, she rock to the West She is

Mi parte insegura Bajo una luna hostil Uniendo fisuras Figuras sin definir No hay un modo No hay un punto exacto Te doy todo

Pneumatic destroyer, pathetic seducer Distortion sufficient Some day, one day, we'll live our lives again Mother nature is a coward (mother nature is a whore) No more presence, no more power (I pray for death, by the hour) Cut another smile into me (into

For my brothers with daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less important For my brothers with daughters I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not