متن و پخش آهنگ Can't Stop از Red Hot Chili Peppers

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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 East side lovers living on the west end 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 White heat is screaming in the jungle Complete the motion if you stumble Go ask the dust for any answers Come back strong with fifty belly dancers The world I love The tears I drop 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 snow cone 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 This chapter's going to be a close one Smoke rings, I know your going to blow one All on a spaceship persevering Use my hands for everything but steering Can't stop the spirits when they need you Mop tops are happy when they feed you J. Butterfly is in the treetop Birds that blow the meaning into bebop The world I love The tears I drop 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 shocking Than anything I ever knew How about you? Ten more reasons Why I need somebody new just like you Far more shocking 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 Defunct the pistol that you pay for This punk, the feeling that you stay for In time I want to be your best friend East side lovers living on the west end 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? Coming 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 through