Lirieke:
Cólera

: Cafre, frio y sin sentimientos, produce sucio dinero, el arrasa y se apodera de todo lo que sean beneficios. Nada, nada puede controlarlo, nadie logra

Cafre, frio y sin sentimientos, produce sucio dinero, el arrasa y se apodera de todo lo que sean beneficios. Nada, nada puede controlarlo, nadie logra

Some see life as a broken promise Some see life as an endless fight They think they live in the age of darkness They think they live in the age of Light

It creeps all over you like a dull ache Think of all the things your hands could make It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet gloves The change in

Verse 1 Your tear drops fade and then I saw your hands in the pocket. ?Cuz you were always made to want it all but now you got to make it on your own

So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache You're hanging on the memory, you need most You still want love, love's ugly, smooth and delicate But not

Don't justify For what you are And where you've been For who you are tonight So lonesome tonight Make believe Just hanging on You're crazy That's who

My mellow Latee was kicking flavor The R.E. posse said, "Yo Latifah we can do this" So I paused in the thought and in my brilliance I caught And I agreed

My sex-change operation got botched My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch Now all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotch I got an angry itch Six inches forward