Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Black Eyed Peas - Gone going gone featuring jack johnson ------------------------------------------ Johnny wanna be a big star Get on stage and play the guitar Make a little money, buy a fancy car Big old house and an alligator Just to match with them alligator shoes Heīs a rich man so heīs no longer singing the blues Heīs singing songs about material things And platinum rings and watches that go bling But, diamonds donīt bling in the dark He a star now, but he ainīt singing from the heart Sooner or later heīs just gonna fall apart Coz his fans canīt relate to his new found art He ainīt doing what he did from the start And thatīs ?? He decided to live his life shallow Passion is love for material [Chorus] And its gone... gone... going... Gone... everything gone... give a damn... Gone be the birds when they donīt want to sing... Gone people... up awkward with their things... gone. You see yourself in the mirror And you feel safe coz it looks familiar But you afraid to open up your soul Coz you donīt really know, donīt really know Who is, the person thatīs deep within Coz you are content with just being the naŊve brown man And you fail to see that its trivial Insignificant, you addicted to material Iīve seen your kind before Your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store Packaged up with inscent sticks With them vegetarian meals To you thatīs righteous Youīre fiction like books You need to go out to life and look Coz... what happens when they take your material You already sold your soul and its... [Chorus] You say that time is money and money is time So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind But what about... that crime that you did to get paid And what about... that bid, you canīt take it to your brain Why you on about those shoes youīll wear today Theyīll do no good on the bridges youīve walked along the way All that money that you got gonna be gone That gear that you rock gonna be gone The house up on the hill gonna be gone The gold -- on your grill gonna be gone The ice on your wrist gonna be gone That nice little Miss gonna be gone That whip that you roll gonna be gone And whatīs worst is your soul will be gone [Chorus]