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I was lying alone
With my hand on the phone
Hoping that you would call
You ran out the door
Saying we were no more
But your picture still hangs on the wall
I want you to know
That where ever you go
You’ll always be there in my eyes
You were the one so I wrote this song
. . .
A whistling girl on Broadway and Fifth,
Is waving and whistling, and not to tease.
Don’t honk and gaze - just go fast through,
She is a police officer, and that’s true.
Refrain.
Oh, police girl! Of charm and beauty!
I love the movement of your arms,
I love the melody of your whistle,
It is a song of love,
Oh, charming beauty on Broadway and Fifth.
. . .
I found myself in troubled times
Made one too many mistakes
I guess I couldn't see the signs
Life gives some, then it takes
Then I heard His Voice
So softly
He asked me, "Why couldn't I see?"
"That you should put your trust in me"
(Chorus)
Put your trust in the Lord
. . .
Got bars for days, I'm the one they love
My flow so sick, it's contagious
Got haters on my back, but I'm still outrageous
Chorus:
I'm the baddest in the game, can't nobody touch me
Got rhymes for days, they can't even judge me
I'm living my best life, ain't no one gonna stop me
I'm the one and only, they can't even copy
Verse 2:
I came from the bottom, now I'm on top
. . .
Get up, get dressed, let the light drift through.
Shower, shave, sip the same old tea,
The bleep and buzz don't bother me.
Rinse, repeat, routine’s my ride,
I don’t flinch when the clocks collide.
Is it sunny? Is it stormy? Do I care?
Rain or rays—I’m already there.
Go out, stay in, either option’s okay,
It’s just another perfectly plain kind of day.
. . .
YEAH I MUST ADMIT IT.
I STAY WRITING BARS.
I DO IT FOR TICKETS.
I'LL NEVER FORGET IT.
I PRAY DAT YOU GET IT.
BEFORE ITZ TOO LATE I ALREADY DID IT.
SHOW ME DA MONEY I'M GRINDING TO GET IT.
. . .
Nos fuimos sin pensarlo, directo pa las vegas
Apostando lo que queda, aunque el amor se quiebra
Tú con vestido negro, y yo con la copa en mano
Buscando en sus labios lo que ya no encontramos
Las luces no mostraban lo que estaba pasando
Sonreías por fuera, pero por dentro llorando
Las fotos en la suite, promesas que se rompen
Y aunque estamos tan cerca lo nuestro no se compone
PRECORO:
Y no sé si fue el orgullo o tal vez fue el destino
. . .
Iz me
Mister Accus
From Accustumatisation
I have been sent here today
To teach sum about my nation
See the glory of the story
Yeah you have in every page book
But see life is full of hooks
Like a fishermans playbook
Sir?
. . .
I just flew from K-2
I’m a fxxxing chased dog
Got my fxxxing K glued
To my side,
While yo bitch, suck my dick
Tossie slide, ain’t yo bride,
What the lips of yo honey-bae do?
Hey you,
Hey you,
What would 4-4 Jay do,
. . .
I only realize it now, and since are gone
What a nightmare it must have been, to live with me
I am so sorry for everything, and honestly.
(Chorus)(×4)
I now pray for one more chance
And sing for an eternal dance
Obsessive, compulsive, destructive, that was me
Skating borderline of, reality and insanity
Everyday the same, and failing time after time
If there was a golden ticket, it surely didn't shine
. . .
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