Crown Posada - Smoove & Turrell

Acaso no te da remordimiento, Es que no ves mi dolorosa angustia, Tiene tu entraña un corazón tan negro, Que hace sufrir y eso es lo que te gusta, Yo te saque del insondable abismo, Donde tus gritos de clamor morían, Y al verte a salvo de tu cruel suplicio, Quisiste en pago destruir mi vida, Si no pudiste aquella ves matarme, Con el letal veneno que escondías, La misma pócima de tu brebaje, De amor sedienta beberás un día. Oveja mansa yo era en tu rebaño, A tus placeres jamás protestaba, Calladamente chupaba el bagazo, De impuras mieles que otros saboreaban, Cuando retornes al pasado triste, Ya sin en cantos que ofrecerle al mundo, Pasaras lento por donde estuviste, Y entre recuerdos seguirás tu rumbo.

Anydays goes by . Winter come and go, So that love Even how strong we keep our love Its can be broke into the pisces You arent coming back are you? If we keep this We never found that we re still young and Stupid

Sure nuff got nothing left, well nothing in my hand Turn out my pockets I don't feel no hidden grand There's a hole in the wall well it spits in my face Disgrace, now give me something! Turn on the TV its media hysteria Mortgage coming out and if can't afford to be with y' Girl the discos in but the drinks there not get your own Global melt down Yeah, yeah I really feel the crunch Yeah, yeah Get to the beggermans disco It's a northern soul disco, cause we can't afford the lights We got a 40 watt bulb making every thing look all right We got turn tables and speakers and duty free Now give me something Back to the old school live and in your ears It's a bring your own party so mines a pack of beers Don't let the bad times get you down Those good times will come back around So bring it on baby Yeah, yeah I really feel the crunch Yeah, yeah Get to the beggermans disco Yeah, yeah I really feel the crunch Yeah, yeah Get to the beggermans disco Back to reality cause we can afford the cab So were walking and were dancing and sharing on a tab The discos gone but we won't have long till next week Now bring it on baby Yeah, yeah I really feel the crunch Yeah, yeah Get to the beggermans disco Yeah, yeah I really feel the crunch Yeah, yeah Get to the beggermans disco

Your patter doesn't really matter Do you think that you own this crowd? You got your little grown look Plastic talk to boot Been everywhere that is your sound Behind your little red robe Trying hard to gloat but you can't With your so call friends and their empty hands Phone full of numbers but nobody wants to call you, come one Cause you're higher than yourself, oh yeah You think that all of this matters, they're total backstabbers Look around at who you've become You're getting higher to protect yourself, oh yeah And it don't mean nothing, silly fools they'll all be laughing to the same, to the same old hell A personality broker Suck them in so they can choke ya Do you think that you can fool this crowd? You're killing all imagination Man it's your own creation Worts of all you're smug and proud Behind your little glass screen Trying hard to breath but you can't Cause things come around the corner, better watch your back stalker Got a phone full of numbers But you've been cut off by all your brothers, come on Cause you're higher than yourself, oh yeah You think that all of this matters, they're total backstabbers, look around at who you became You're getting higher to protect yourself, oh yeah And it don't mean, nothing silly fools they'll all be laughing to the same, to the same old hell Higher than yourself (higher than yourself), higher to protect yourself (higher to protect yourself)