'd agree After all we've been through No, I wouldn't change a thing If a leper said to No, I wouldn't change a thing Because I don't take chances With something
Tradução: Algo Azul Profundo. No cambiaría nada.
from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you! Well a picture can express a thousand words
Hypothetically, I say that I don't go Would it open your eyes? Would it leave me alone? If I say that I won't go I memorize lines on things I wouldn't
eyes And he is on a horse a horse a horse With a train of smoke behind its hooves And I must say from my depths I have seen a story emerge from a cloud
in the day From a teenager trying to make it, rapping this way Ever since I was a kid, I had something to say Rocking Mic's was a dream, I didn't care
extremes Tomorrow I will change and today won't mean a thing I'm a bitch, I'm a lover I'm a child, I'm a mother I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel
for years, and understand why she can't explain to her parents strange things from beggining was going on in her home Mammie, years just don't know what she's gone a
when I try to sleep? Why can't I seem to count all the leaping sheep? I'm knee deep in distribution, retail, paperwork, and E-mail Why can't I afford a
have a good time BRIDGE: The best thing about being a woman Is the prerogative to have a little fun and... CHORUS: Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy--forget
would be cool Said I wouldn't always feel blue How come I feel like a wreck How come the skies are all gray How come my eyes are all red Why am I alone
Ro He ain't never been a bitch he ain't never been no hoe Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark I put the rubbers on cause it just
for years, and understand why she can?t explain to her parents strange things from beggining was going on in her home Mammie, years just don?t know what she?s gone a
I try to sleep? Why can't I seem to count all the leaping sheep? I'm knee deep in distribution, retail, paperwork, and e-mail Why can't I afford a secretary
they trap us, all bitches they models dj got ego, put it in a bottle, damn ?I'm a mean cause I look up, I'm a real nigger, can't have me, or buy me, but
along a dirt road into a house. I can't see any other houses and it looks like a farm. The screen door bangs behind me and I feel a deep, deep pressure
day From a teenager trying to make a rap in this way Ever since I was a kid I had something to say Rocking mics was a dream I didn't care about pay I
