| The benches like a private room
|
| Cans like a Moet
|
| Two maps and the castle burns dreaming of being king
|
| With some grass for breakfast, brother, the painting is almost a Manet
|
| But it just makes us feel like waking up and being you
|
| When a glance is enough to understand each other, it does not remain
|
| What to pack because the head is the same
|
| The last desk at school, "Excuse me, teacher
|
| Can I go to the bathroom that doesn't interest me so much? "
|
| Then in three on a Tigra, in the area wandering around
|
| Whistling to every pussy, Illmatic in the background
|
| We wanted to take it all
|
| Everything is to see the world
|
| That text says it's ours
|
| So either you are with or you are against
|
| But you learn that it turns wrong and goes off axis
|
| I've seen monsters take out the champions as well
|
| I said it won't be me out of the box
|
| But at home I talked about it to God as if he were listening to me
|
| Without fear, without pause
|
| Without measure ad nauseam
|
| We came up, rebels without a cause
|
| We came up, rebels without a cause
|
| Without fear, without pause
|
| Without measure ad nauseam
|
| Come on rebels without cause
|
| Learning for yourself how to stay here
|
| Without fear, without pause
|
| Without measure ad nauseam
|
| Come on rebels without cause
|
| Learning for yourself how to stay here
|
| I remember the suburbs, the companies like an army
|
| Lost in these streets, between the factory and the Decepticon
|
| Desert climate, summer and winter, hell remains the same
|
| Like the north, bro, I don't forget
|
| I remember more than one in bad shape
|
| But we grew up the same
|
| Each with the plays of him locked in a garage
|
| To smoke late
|
| And imagine us as adults
|
| And now that we are grown up tell me what to do
|
| That everyone goes their own way
|
| Who the children and the wife at home with the mortgage and the paycheck
|
| Those who have not found it and still treat life as a slut
|
| So he interpreted it, that if everything fits together it's boredom
|
| I vindicated by respect, by affirmation
|
| From representing these people and making them proud
|
| It could have been a lot worse, she wasn't bad
|
| 'This life wanted me dead and made me immortal
|
| Without fear, without pause
|
| Without measure ad nauseam
|
| We came up, rebels without a cause
|
| We came up, rebels without a cause
|
| Without fear, without pause
|
| Without measure ad nauseam
|
| Come on rebels without cause
|
| Learning for yourself how to stay here
|
| Without fear, without pause
|
| Without measure ad nauseam
|
| Come on rebels without cause
|
| Learning for yourself how to stay here
|
| Learning for yourself how to stay here |