Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

Ta dow, what can I do? Ta dow, how ya like me now? (What can I do, what can I do?) {In any country, prison is where society sends it's failures But in this country, society itself is failing} Hell yeah uh Tadow, how ya like me now I'm in the mix It's

Oh, but it's okay to be different Do you ever feel like a misfit? Everything inside you is dark and twisted 'Cause baby, so am I (So am I, so am I, so am I-I-I-I-I) 'Cause baby, so am I (So am I, so am I, so am I) Do you ever feel like an outcast? You

What's happenin', man This T.I.P., you know I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three You know what I'm saying? I

Súbeme la radio que esta es mi canción Siente el bajo que va subiendo Tráeme el alcohol que quita el dolor Hoy vamos a juntar la luna y el sol Súbeme la radio Ya no aguanto más Yo no te miento (oh oh oh) Todavía te espero (oh oh oh) Sabes bien que te

That's money, honey When I'm your lover and your mistress When you touch me it's so delicious Baby, when you tear me to pieces When you give me k-kisses That's M O N E Y, so sexy, I It's good to live expensive you know it But my knees get weak, intensive

So we love how she fit inna the clothes With the fat piece of twingy twanga exposed (God Knows) Gal model and gal no stop pose Cause you naw drop off like Mikey J's nose (It shows) Top gal and me well want a doe so come on Baby girl it's time to get

Crazy, beautiful, sexy You got that real thing, that good-vibing feel thing Crazy, beautiful, sexy, unusual Innocent, provocative, so classic, you're rocking it Gives me that hard rush, I can't help but wanna touch And I just can't get enough, baby, just

She's working on a tan Working on a tan Soaking up the sun Getting next to nothing done Chilling in a chair Flower in her hair Margarita in her hand She's sitting in the sand, She's got the focus

And no shoes, no shirt, no problems Blues what blues hey I forgot them The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom I've been up to my neck workin' six days a week Wearin' holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet Been dreamin' of gettin'