Tekst :

I’m a taste test, at the beast fest,
Got your crest on my breast
Take one look at your cook
Feed yourself, I m on a hook

(At this feast of ours)

The feast taste, you could say
Paints my taste on his face
(I’m in disguise, at this feast of ours, hours of devours)

Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I’m a harm healer
Such a weak feeder
What a gut teaser on a hook
I’m on a hook, I m on a hook
Smell that cook
No more ditch dealer
I’m your dream digger

At this feast of ours,
I’m the beast of honor, Honor

Fall into the arms
Of a souvenir of healing
What a weak feeder, oh oh oh

I’m in disguise,
At this feast of ours

Como tú, nadie como tú
No hay nadie como tú
Como tú

Crucé por el firmamento
De mis sentimientos una y otra vez sentí
Que te llevo dentro
Y en todo momento sólo pienso en ti
Como tú, nadie como tú
No hay nadie como tú
Como tú

Te ví...

Oh you finally woke up
Just realized I m here
Oh ye I m alive
Been waitin for u so long

I m so sorry it s too late now
what more can I see now
My heart say no, my heart say no

Call me, talk to me...

It s too late to say goodbye
maybe things could work out right. no need to cry
and l won t let go
and you said you know
l remember times l had
some were happy some were absolutely sad
but l believed in...

Bodie came from the hills
to see the world
looking for different thrills
he found a girl
showed him the city sights
opened his eyes wide
no he finds
Bodie had changed his mind
changed his mind

Came from the heart of town
she was no fool
keeping him...

Alway, used to hang out with me
same crew, jammin to the beats of the
old school, we all knew
deep down inside
we d be, depending on each other in the
city, ain t no pity on the
cold streets so we
kept it alive

Time keeps on...