Too much, too fast maybe I don't know where my destiny's taking me So I'll go wherever it leads me Too high, too low baby I wanna know where my destiny
Hace tanto que te miro Se que no eres mi destino Y que tienes otro amor Por mi parte no hay problema Aunque rompas mis esquemas Aunque cada vez que te
Oh, come on, here it goes He was an underdog, a no threat A NASCAR jockey, a rookie, a wannabe Still wet behind the ears, a red-line revver Just a-jammin
* background vocals [Intro: Killah Priest] Up and down Didn't I say niggas gotta come ready for more? Father forgive us for we know not what we do Ain
Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant Always seem pleasant, happy to be present Said he past
West, West y'all William Holla with the S, y'all, y'all know what time it is Woof, can't spell the West without the 'E S' DJ Clue, beyotch, Kurupt, oh
It's the gangsta Mexican, back with the rhyme That'll blow your mind that you wanna hear again Because you can't get enough of the brown crowd That is
Before all of this ever went down In another place, another town You were just a face in the crowd You were just a face in the crowd Out in the street
In the year three thousand and thirty Everybody wants to be an MC In the year three thousand and thirty Everybody want to be a DJ In the year three thousand
I look for the sun in the dire need of someone, somewhere I look for the sun in the dire need of someone, somewhere Words lost in the past of memories
Somewhere there should be for all the world to see A statue of a fool made of gold An image of a man who let love slip through his hands Then let it sit
This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her When she smiles
You could be waiting for a day that won't come And you could be so much more than you've become And I have found my feet 257 weeks But you could be waiting
In my heart sent My confession, my condolence You're indefinite, you're incompetent, inconsiderate You're so childish I will push you out of what is
Bobby's in the basement Making his movie He paints a little picture But not to be cheesy He wants this little girl To believe in him easy Bristles to
I'll drive in the rain With the window open But it's not the same When everything has changed But while you're still near I'll try anything And I'll