Thanks to NJ for sharing it...I just loved it...
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
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
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 look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah
Wrong
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
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
The wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong eyes on the wrong prize
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 look
With the wrong moon, every wrong night
With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah
Wrong
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
posted by !! at
2:51 PM
2 Comments:
hey i have a few more notes, wrong or right whatever:
1- as long as i can remember since i have come to existance, i have always dealt with wrong and right being showered by the ideas of wrong and right be it imposed, agreed, convinced by self or or others... there seem to be this constant evaluation again by self or others on the issue which is nothing but an endless debate
2- look at the power music and style can give to a totally depressing lyrics. imagine you put the same lyrics into the mouth and style of some other singer/music composer!
3- though it makes reference to all the shit that might have happened in anyone's life, it doesn't leave me at least with a helpless feeling. to the contrary, it feels like ok-so-what-the-hell-i-was-wrong?
the feeling regardless of being right or wrong is absoloutly healing.....forget how fucking wrong it is...
and more wrong,more tempting....
if it's wrong,let it be....i love it! i love to be wrong...I've born wrong as u know!!!!!
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