Tekst :

You ve got to trust your enstinct,
and let go of regret,
you ve got to bet on yourself,now star,
cause that s your best bet,
watch me now with the wicked and wild,
And i said come with the funky style that get s us on for theshow,
And we ll fix the hip-hop reggae if we say it is so,
fuck the naysayers, cuz they don t mean a thing,
this is what style we bring.
Now it s morning,but last night s on my mind,
ther s something i need to gett off my chest,
but no matter what may come to shine,
the dream will always be mine.
all mixed up don t know what to do,
next thing you turn around and find the person is you,
thought a freak might be the thing,
but the first could be that last,
so just get off of your ass.
all mixed up don t know what to do,
next thing you turn around and find the person is you,
thought a freak might be the thing,
but you know this will pass, so just get off of your ass.
keep me coming, that is a gal that ll kill them stunning,
oh, oh,
keep me coming that is a gal that ll kill them stunning,
hey,
keep me coming that is a gal that ll kill them stunning,
oh, oh,
keep my coming that is a gal thatt ll kill them stunning.
hey,
you make me nervous,
throat dry,
my brain is empty,
don t know why,
but i saw you doing something,
which is really truly nothing,
and you could bust me out all day!

Back to the future.
Back to the future.

It s a sad emotion. Think about the days gone by.
My head is turning as I surrender.
My heart is burning when i remember you.
A touch in the dark. A kiss in the night.
How I wanna be by your side. Let s go!

Back...

Come calm my anger

Our love is like a perfect sky
Deep blue and the sun is shining
But it seems that sometimes
There have to be some clouds

And suddenly I feel this destructive anger
Deep inside
And suddenly I feel this destructive anger
Is about...

Dyskretny blask ekranu,
Cyfrowy opis stanu,
Wszystko się zgadza z planem.
Czy ja to ja?

Te sztuczne komplikacje,
Przeklęte kombinacje,
Bezduszne są te abstrakcje.
Czy ja to ja?

Władać chcesz czyjąś wolą,
Myśli mieć pod kontrolą,
Miłość policzyć...

Alone walkyng, in thought planning,
And sore sighing, all desolate.
Me remembering, of my livyng,
My dethe wishyng,
Bother erly and late.
Infortunate, is so my fate,
That vote ye what? out of
Measure.
My life I hate, thus desperate
In soche pore eslate doe I endure.
Of othir cure am I not sure
Thus to endure is hard certain.
Such is...

Take back that photograph it breaks my heart
And I will wait by the telephone
While the silence pressures my eardrum
I found a black and white with a person smiling sad at me
Now I know can t get back that photograph once it s been seen

Promise you won t let me fall...