4.3.09

W R O N G



Wrong, wrong, wrong!

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong
Wrong

There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies

Wrong
Wrong

I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeah

Wrong, wrong
(Too long)
Wrong (Too long)
Wrong (Too long)
Wrong (Too long)
Wrong (Too long)

I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique

Wrong!

4 comentarios:

pinyol dijo...

you're wrong

EngelAtreyu dijo...

you are wrong
with the wrong man
in the wrong place
in the wrong time

and worse of all

with the wrong ideas of me

as i live under wrong feelings for you

this is wrong, fucked up and sinister
this is wrong, damaged and it's time ain't long
and that's why it is so good

La Falsa Alicia dijo...

jaja, pero que es esto??????
concenso que yo estoy mal?????

pues si, i´m wrong....
pero no en tanto, o si?

querido engel, puede empezar por actualizarse de mi vida, sé que naci torcida y probablemente no enderece del todo, pero hay cosas que han cambiado. al menos, las que usted menos piensa.

Anónimo dijo...

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