Here Today, Gone Tomorrow (Positive Remix) - Banda do Sul

A child held up in the sky But I won't live with regret Carpe Diem is the secret 'Cause it's Gone tomorrow, here today I ain't gonna waste it Ain't gonna waste it No, it's gone tomorrow But it's here today I won't let it slip away I feel the rush, it's kicking in And I wish this night would never end, no We're never coming back around Like shooting stars, we're burning out It's Gone tomorrow, here today I ain't gonna waste it Ain't gonna waste it No it's gone tomorrow But it's here today I won't let it slip away I wanna feel, wanna touch the light I look around for the friends that have gone and I'm Reminded that it's all just a fantasy But we get to choose what we wanna believe And I wanna believe that there's something more Another level to the dream, right through the door But right now's for real and it's fading fast Better live 'cause we're never gonna get it back It's gone tomorrow, here today I said, it's gone tomorrow but it's here today I won't let it slip away I won't let it slip away I won't let it slip I won't let it slip away

[Lil' Fame] We got one way of life to live and if not, flatline Here Today, gone tomorrow (huh) Gone tomorrow (naw nigga) Here today, gone tomorrow(uhuh) [Lil' Fame] Hay where the man say I was told to shoot out and lay low Keep firin, keep extra clip for extra shit Who's next to flip on the cat with the velcro slap Most shady yeah Brownsville baby, baby Dub ezzo izzim's he can you faggots bimo with a semi A you two matic Cal Colt 45 and also with my Billy D nigga [Billy Danze] And he ain't talkin bout malt liquor it's me the big O [Lil' Fame] Who was straight for the tech fake shit [Billy Danze] that was snake shit [Lil' Fame] Fuck it I reserved that crack [Billy Danze] True dat I'm In the streets I know how the scores lookin with the smallest And illest game and stadium of Brooklyn And this here thing (Gun Cocking) I here hold in my hand make a trigger Nigga the motherfuckin man [Hook] (Here Today Gone Tomorow) Damn I was just here with him somebody hit 'em (Gone tomorrow) Look what them copper chops did em, he gone (Here Today Gone Tomorow) We already made a note of it the new school is based on some cobra shit You might not make it past the top of the mornin These young nigga's be cocominnd gunnin wit no warning But Bill onon topf that we can stop rap Take two steps back and get it going in the street I do it with a papassionhen blastin on competition Over lookin cops and ququitter no matter when tomission's metal intomission's It's gheeto intwishin, heavy amunition (We all stray) The truth is we need to be ruthless They wanna look at us like animals zoo kids (All day) We gunnin down in Brooklyn Some shit that you could never overlookin

Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy, what will it be? Music can be such a revelation Dancing around, you feel the sweet sensation We might be lovers if the rhythm's right I hope this feeling never ends tonight Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night, I lock the doors, where no one else can see I'm tired of dancing here all by myself Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy, what will it be? Gonna get to know you in a special way This doesn't happen to me every day Don't try to hide it, love wears no disguise I see the fire burning in your eyes Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy, what will it be? Yeah Live out your fantasy here with me Just let the music set you free Just touch my body a million times Now I know you're mine Now I know you're mine Now I know you're mine Get into the groove Boy, you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy, what will it be? Get into the groove Get into the groove Get into the groove Get into the groove

Quanta gente, quanta pressa, quanta ambição Quantos pratos, quantos planos, quanta projeção Quanta ilha, quanta serra, quanta solidão Quanta senha, quanta regra, quanta condição E os prédios tão imensos, arranham até avião E os homens tão pequenos, vendidos em liquidação Deus que inventou a terra permitiu a dor Deus que permitiu a guerra, inventou o amor Que num pornô sincero, eu tanto espero encontrar Nas celas do colégio E nas salas da prisão do lar mental Quantos povos flutuam com o planeta azul Quanto choro, em tango em samba, em blues, oh, oh Quanto sobra pro hemisfério sul Quantos sonhos de América do Sul De América do Sul Em tango em choro em blues Por entre os corpos nus, luz De América do Sul De América do Sul De América do Sul Eu, você e o sonho americano De qual américa você está falando? Eu e você e o sonho americano De qual américa você está falando? Eu, você e o sonho americano De qual américa você está falando? Eu, você e o sonho americano