Keeping up appearances, keeping up with the Jones' Fooling my selfish heart, going through the motions But I'm fooling myself, I'm fooling myself 'Cause
Violator girl she's the queen of the world She stops traffic with a spin and a twirl Works all day but she lives for the night She got a thing for the
Words like violence break the silence Come crashing in into my little world Painful to me, pierce right through me Can't you understand, oh my little
Clean The cleanest I've been An end to the tears An' the in between years And the troubles I've seen Now that I'm clean You know what I mean I've broken
{The more Jesus Christ himself} Feeling unknown and you're all alone Flesh and bone by the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer Take
You had something to hide Should have hidden it, shouldn't you? Now you're not satisfied With what you're being put through It's just time to pay the
Put it on And don't say a word Put it on The one that I prefer Put it on And stand before my eyes Put it on Please don't question why Can you believe
The sweetest perfection to call my own The slightest correction couldn't finely hone The sweetest infection of body and mind Sweetest injection of any
Let me take you on a trip Let me take you on a trip Let me take you on a trip Let me take you on a trip Around the world and back Let me take you on
You wear guilt like shackles on your feet Like a halo in reverse I can feel the discomfort in your seat And in your head it's worse There's a pain, a
Transgressor I am The one Force of the future Control The new ways are stronger Obey (your) Weakness is (my) power Downfall I'm the transgressor - Predecessor
That was just for you now who's telling who? What ever step you take do you feel yourself falling? Grasping for that handrail that's leading you nowhere
ooh.... ooooh.. tengo ganas de verte muy cerca y te vine a buscar ya se bien que perdia perdida y se bien que olvidaste mi amor pero tuve ganas de verte
Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal This here's a place where all our minds get spent Self-destruction
This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back With the type of stuff they bumpin' six-duce's and Cadillac
Es la vida quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got the whole
[Ives] Somebody said that there was bud here I'm kinda broke so I hope they're spreadin love here You know that if I had some herbals you know that I
I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance