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Still

OG Parker
Hoes that fold on me
A lot of bros that's told on me
I guess their true colors showed on me
It's the life I chose homie
 
Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist
Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six
Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick
Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth
Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap
Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood
Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could
Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip
Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal
 
I walk around in Buscemi, still got it locked in these streets
My daddy forgot I was breathing, still learned a lot from the streets
We had to trap, had to scheme, get that shit by any means
I'm having pointers on me, still make this shit winter and spring
Pull up in something, all these hoes fiend
Diamonds on me antifreeze, yeah, I might pipe up on the scene, yeah
She pull up in that new demon, her attitude mean, yeah
Had to turn nothing to something, the fuck do you mean, yeah
Niggas putting but they ain't doing shit
Fuck you putting on for if you ain't have shit?
I just want the wealth, nigga did it by myself
Can't no fuck nigga ever say they gave me shit
Only the real relate, I'm tryna fill my plate
Living every day like the sweepstakes, kinda like killing shit every day
 
Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist
Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six
Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick
Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth
Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap
Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood
Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could
Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip
Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal
 
Just take a deuce and pour a four like Kobe
I got the juice and now they act like they know me
Had to run up them bands all on my motherfuckin' lonely
Fuck what you sayin', you gotta motherfuckin' show me like
You deserve it
Treat the booth like the trap motherfucker, yeah I'm still serving
Thirsty hoes, yeah I'm just curving
Real fuck fake, this shit in you not on you
Pull up in something fast, fuck a lease, I'm the owner like
Beast mode, niggas know I go and divide my opponent
Still tryna get it 'cause I motherfuckin' want it
And I'm still out here trending while they motherfuckin' cloning like
Loyalty mean a lot to me
And these hoes, they still jocking me
I got bread so they flock to me
I might push up on her properly
Push up, push up
 
Still walking 'round like a lick, still hundred thousand my wrist
Still putting on my shit, still having hoes in the six
Still having hoes that wasn't shit, still ridin' 'round with the stick
Still ridin' 'round with the zip, still ridin' 'round with the fifth
Still ridin' 'round with the killers, still in the trap
Still in the hood where it's good, still tryna stuff a backwood
Still out up to no good, still had to do what I could
Still gon' drop my drip, still gon' pop my trip
Still gon' keep shit real, still gon' pop my seal
 

Enemmän sanat lyrics artistin: Kollision


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Enemmän sanat lyrics

sound the bugle

Sound the bugle now
Play it just for me
As the seasons change remember how I used to be
Now I can't go on I can't even start
I've got nothing left
just an empty heart

I'm a soldier
Wounded so I must give up the fight
There's nothing more for me
Lead me away
Or leave me lying here

Sound the bugle now
Tell them I don't care
There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere
Without a light I fear that I will stumble in the dark
Lay right down
Decide not to go on

Then from on high
Somewhere in the distance
There's a voice that calls remember who your are
If you lose yourself
Your courage soon will follow
So be strong tonight
Remember who you are

The Call

I saw the lightness
The point of no the return
I Felt the power
The call of silente death
I face the silence
The awe of the Earth
And I regain
I fly and I serve
 
I show the pictures
The memories the names
I hear the quietness
The empty of outer space
I met my nightmares
My memories my pain
It’s time to gain
my burning life again
 
Hollow like hallow
And follow the sorrow
 
Shadow with sorrow
And follow the hollow
 

Lost in France

I was lost in France
In the fields the birds were singing
I was lost in France
And the day was just beginning
 
As I stood there in the morning rain
I had a feeling I can't explain
I was lost in France in love
 
I was lost in France
In the streets a band was playing
And the crowd all danced
Didn't catch what they were saying
 
When I looked up, he was standing there
I knew I shouldn't, but I didn't care
I was lost in France in love
 
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
 
I was lost in France
And the vines were overflowing
I was lost in France
And a million stars were glowing
 
And I looked 'round for a telephone
To say: 'Baby, I won't be home'
I was lost in France in love
 
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
 
And I looked 'round for a telephone
To say: 'Baby, I won't be home'
I was lost in France in love
 
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
Ooh la la la, ooh la la la, dance
Ooh la la la, I'm dancing
 

A Curse For A Nation

I heard an angel speak last night,
And he said 'Write!
Write a Nation's curse for me,
And send it over the Western Sea.'
 
I faltered, taking up the word:
'Not so, my lord!
If curses must be, choose another
To send thy curse against my brother.
 
'For I am bound by gratitude,
By love and blood,
To brothers of mine across the sea,
Who stretch out kindly hands to me.'
 
'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write
My curse to-night.
From the summits of love a curse is driven,
As lightning is from the tops of heaven.'
 
'Not so,' I answered. 'Evermore
My heart is sore
For my own land's sins: for little feet
Of children bleeding along the street:
 
'For parked-up honors that gainsay
The right of way:
For almsgiving through a door that is
Not open enough for two friends to kiss:
 
'For love of freedom which abates
Beyond the Straits:
For patriot virtue starved to vice on
Self-praise, self-interest, and suspicion:
 
'For an oligarchic parliament,
And bribes well-meant.
What curse to another land assign,
When heavy-souled for the sins of mine?'
 
'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write
My curse to-night.
Because thou hast strength to see and hate
A foul thing done within thy gate.'
 
'Not so,' I answered once again.
'To curse, choose men.
For I, a woman, have only known
How the heart melts and the tears run down.'
 
'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write
My curse to-night.
Some women weep and curse, I say
(And no one marvels), night and day.
 
'And thou shalt take their part to-night,
Weep and write.
A curse from the depths of womanhood
Is very salt, and bitter, and good.'
 
So thus I wrote, and mourned indeed,
What all may read.
And thus, as was enjoined on me,
I send it over the Western Sea.
 
The Curse
 
Because ye have broken your own chain
With the strain
Of brave men climbing a Nation's height,
Yet thence bear down with brand and thong
On souls of others, -- for this wrong
This is the curse. Write.
 
Because yourselves are standing straight
In the state
Of Freedom's foremost acolyte,
Yet keep calm footing all the time
On writhing bond-slaves, -- for this crime
This is the curse. Write.
 
Because ye prosper in God's name,
With a claim
To honor in the old world's sight,
Yet do the fiend's work perfectly
In strangling martyrs, -- for this lie
This is the curse. Write.
 
Ye shall watch while kings conspire
Round the people's smouldering fire,
And, warm for your part,
Shall never dare -- O shame!
To utter the thought into flame
Which burns at your heart.
This is the curse. Write.
 
Ye shall watch while nations strive
With the bloodhounds, die or survive,
Drop faint from their jaws,
Or throttle them backward to death;
And only under your breath
Shall favor the cause.
This is the curse. Write.
 
Ye shall watch while strong men draw
The nets of feudal law
To strangle the weak;
And, counting the sin for a sin,
Your soul shall be sadder within
Than the word ye shall speak.
This is the curse. Write.
 
When good men are praying erect
That Christ may avenge His elect
And deliver the earth,
The prayer in your ears, said low,
Shall sound like the tramp of a foe
That's driving you forth.
This is the curse. Write.
 
When wise men give you their praise,
They shall praise in the heat of the phrase,
As if carried too far.
When ye boast your own charters kept true,
Ye shall blush; for the thing which ye do
Derides what ye are.
This is the curse. Write.
 
When fools cast taunts at your gate,
Your scorn ye shall somewhat abate
As ye look o'er the wall;
For your conscience, tradition, and name
Explode with a deadlier blame
Than the worst of them all.
This is the curse. Write.
 
Go, wherever ill deeds shall be done,
Go, plant your flag in the sun
Beside the ill-doers!
And recoil from clenching the curse
Of God's witnessing Universe
With a curse of yours.
This is the curse. Write.