Letra de Can't Stop
(Lyric and music by Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Flea, John Frusciante)
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Can't stop, addicted to the shindig
Chop top, he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation.
Defunct, the pistol that you pay for
This punk, the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend.
(oh) Knocked out, but boy you better come to
Don't die, you know the truth as some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant
(oh) White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with 50 belly dancers.
The world I love the tears I've dropped
To be part of the wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love the trains I hop
To be part of the wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to.
Sweetheart is bleeding in the snowcone
So smart, she's leading me to ozone
Music, the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I'll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight, the gold of meditation
(oh) This chapter's going to be a close one
Smoke rings, I know you're going to blow one
All on a spaceship, persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
(oh) Can't stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
Jay butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop.
The world I love the tears I've dropped
To be part of the wave can't stop
Ever wonder if it's all for you
The world I love the trains I hop
To be part of the wave can't stop
Come and tell me when it's time to.
Wait a minute, I'm passing out, win or lose, just like you
Far more shockin' than anything I ever knew, how 'bout you
Ten more reasons why I need somebody new, just like you
Far more shockin' than anything I ever knew, right on cue.
Can't stop, addicted to the shindig
Chop top, he says I'm gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
(ah) Defunct, the pistol that you pay for
This punk, the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the westend
(ah) Knocked out, but boy you better come to
Don't die, you know the truth as some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burn so bright, I wonder what the wave meant.
Kick start the golden generator
Sweet talk but don't intimidate her
Can't stop the Gods from engineering
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get two, maybe even three of these?
Comin' from space to teach you of the Pleiades.
Can't stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read-thru.
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