Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,

No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on to life By the skin o'my teeth I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck Wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run

Keep dancing on me I'm off the earth, on the stars I ain't worried about tomorrow

Y es que duele mas y mucho mas Y duele mas y mucho mas Y duele mas y un poco mas Y te causa un gran dolor y mas dolor Y un gran dolor y mas dolor Y un gran dolor Aunque el sol brilla El dia es frio

Can't keep my hands to myself My hands to myself Keep making love to each other All of the downs and the uppers You're metaphorical gin and juice And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, trying And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I I want it all, no,

Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love Love, what've you done with my tongue? Maybe this could be the kind of one Where I sit on the words Or talking through each style Everything is overheard See

Pursue happiness with diligence

Busca por dentro Busca por dentro amor No sé decir te quiero pero me entrego Pocas palabras al hablar pero sincero Uno que otro defecto eso lo acepto Quizás no el indicado pero me ofrezco No soy el sol que quema pero caliento No sé de poesías pro

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

Quando o segundo sol chegar Fala em maneira de cura Quem fala, confirma o poder da palavra Para realinhar as órbitas dos planetas Derrubando com assombro exemplar O que os astrônomos diriam se tratar De um outro cometa É maneira de cura É poder da palavra