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Sunflower

Rose girls in glass vases
Perfect bodies, perfect faces
They all belong in magazines
 
Those girls the boys are chasing
Winning all the games they're playing
They're always in a different league
 
Stretching toward the sky like I don't care
Wishing you could see me standing there
 
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me
 
If I could, I'd change overnight
I'd turn into something you'd like
 
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd pick me
 
But I know you don't have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you, waiting for you
 
No thorns in this dimension
Hiding this fear of rejection
This high I've never felt so small
 
Not used to this attention
Permanently in suspension
I wish I didn't care at all
 
Stretching toward the sky like I don't care
Wishing you could see me standing there
 
But I'm a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you'd want me
 
If I could, I'd change overnight
I'd turn into something you'd like
 
But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you’d pick me
 
But I know you don’t have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you, waiting for you
 
But I’m a sunflower, a little funny
If I were a rose, maybe you’d pick me
 
But I know you don’t have a clue
This sunflower's waiting for you, waiting for you
 

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Bellona ja Rodrigo

Helmi Espanjan on Barcelona.
Asui kaunotar siellä Bellona,
Graciosa, Preciosa,
Nimitettiinkin vain 'Bella rosa'.
 
Lempi häntä se uljas Rodrigo,
Josta ylpeili koko Madrido,
Toreadore, Matadore,
Oli hän ensi mies in amore.
 
Puku häll’ oli pelkkää sameta,
Taskut ain’ oli täynnä moneta,
Häll’ bareta Ol’ purpureta
Ja hän käyttäytyi kuin atleta.
 
Lempi myöskin Bellonaa Fernande,
Kansan suosikki a Circo Grande
Acrobato Ben pagato.
Paikkakunnalla varsin marcato.
 
Kavaljeeri hän siis oli hieno,
Tytön rakkaus vain tutto pieno.
Sacramento! – Con accento
Huus’ Fernande ja ol’ non contento.
 
Sitten suututti hän sen Rodrigon,
Sanoi näin lemmikille Madridon:
'Olet blasco, Ja patrasco,
Vedä miekkas, tai muuten teet fiasco'
 
Syntyi tappelu, kaatui Rodrigo.
Ja Bellona, hän itki sen viikon,
Mut andante Ja cantante
Se Fernande läks al Alicante.
 
Häll’ ol’ ystävä siellä Fredrico,
Luo sen saapui hän virkkoi: 'amico
Pergalese, Miss’ on W. C? '
– 'Ei oo lainkaan, mee puistoon ja tee se'.
 
Mut Fernande, hän nous’ al altano
Itsens’ ampui siell’ keskelle plano.
Teko huono Ja guano
Pian näin oli tää italiano.
 
Mut Bellona hän kuihtui kuin kukka,
Itki suotta ja vihdoin se rukka
Etsi morte a Rio Norte
Toisten soittaissa pianoforte.
 

So Lonely

I still remember that kiss
And the flame that I saw in your eyes
It was like a moment of bliss
It felt just like in paradise
 
Under the moonlight we danced
I still remember your touch
Everything was like in a perfect romance
I didn't know I would miss you so much
 
(Chorus)
I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely
Like a broken guitar, like an old movie star
I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely
Wonder what should I do, I'm still in love with you
 
Sometimes I whisper your name
Imagine that I hold you tight
The feeling is always the same
Just like you are by my side
 
I still remember your lips
And the things that you liked to do
I still remember the blush of your cheeks
And every night I still long for you
 
(Chorus)
 

False Prophets

[Hook]
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this

[Verse 1]
Yeah, life is a balance
You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt, you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away due to the days that he caught our hearts
He's fallin' apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half ass shit he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he
The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizin' niggas
Based off the words they be rappin'
But come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite this shit
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop it
Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it
False prophets

[Hook]
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets

[Verse 2]
I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's been had
By all the legends, so every time I see him, he stressin'
Talkin' 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him, this shit is depressin'
And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans, nigga
And a platform to make a classic rap song
To change a nigga's life, but you too anxious livin' life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fuckin' did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fuckin' with it
But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up late
Writin' words, hopin' people observe the dedication
That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the music or is there more to me?
Do I want these niggas to worship me?
False prophets

[Hook]
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets

[Verse 3]
These rappers insecure
They talk about being a man so much
I finally understand that they ain't even sure
'Bout who they are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in that category as a nigga who done had the glory
My highest moments come from tellin' all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to write
Songs that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came from tryin' too hard
To impress some niggas that couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' 'bout opinions
I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish
This is dedicated to the ones that listen to me on some faithful shit
I'm on some thankful shit
But the real God is in you, not the music you coppin'
I hear my old shit and know I can top it
False prophets

[Hook]
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets

monster

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
 
[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Feelin' so good, might smoke somethin' (Ayy)
Hit it so good, might choke somethin' (Ayy)
Might pull out, the game so weak
Fuck it, you can go and have both of 'em
Zone 6 nigga, I come from
Neighborhood soundin' like, 'Pop, pop' (Pop, pop)
Pick 'em up, roll 'em out
All of that drip drip there got young boy drop drop (Drop drop)
Ayy ayy (Ayy ayy), oh (Oh)
Where that money go? (Go)
I was livin' fast (Fast)
They gon' watch 'em slow ('Em slow)
All these niggas got six figures, they won't miss an O (O)
I'm gon' shoot they baby mama if I got the pole, oh, ayy (Ayy)
Bodyguards goin' through customs (Customs)
Both of them boys got handguns
'Cause most of your friends, can't trust 'em
Clout chasin' (Clout chasin')
Let me truth on the verse (Yeah)
If they paid you to do it, you don't gotta ask what you worth
Me and Savage, we came from the dirt
If you rappin' for money, you silly
This shit ain't a milli', this shit is a hundred
The industry savage and most of you average
Ain't 'fraid of no static, I'm bustin', I'm bustin'
He might be an addict, he drinkin' that 'Tussin
He know where you live, where you work, do you trust him? (Nope)
 
[Chorus: Childish Gambino & 21 Savage]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster (Low blow)
 
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
She below the belt, that's a low blow (Low blow)
She gon' try and blame it on YOLO (YOLO)
Niggas out here tryna rap beef (Rap beef)
I ain't givin' no free promo (No no)
He cuffin', he a cop like Robo (Robo)
I'ma pass her to the gang like Romo (Romo)
Brand new 'Rari, I'm solo (Solo)
Finna go shoppin' in SoHo (21)
You could dump me in the middle of the ocean
I'm still comin' out dry (Dry)
You can leave me in the jungle with bears and tigers
I'm comin' out fly (Fly)
I'll take the stand for my brother
Put my hand on the Bible, I'm still gon' lie (On God)
You can have all the fame in the world
All the money in the world, won't stop no cry (Straight up)
Pain and the hunger made a savage (Savage)
Came from the bottom, disadvantaged ('Vantaged)
Then I started livin' my dreams (My dreams)
That shit turned me to an addict (An addict)
It ain't 'bout the money, you can have it (You can have it)
Shawty got a booty, I'ma grab it (I'ma grab it)
In the fast lane, tryna dodge traffic (Skrrt skrrt)
But I ain't never dodged no static (On God)
War wounds, I got scars (21)
Teachers told me I wouldn't be nothin' but I went far (21)
I could pay your salary for ten years with one car (21)
All the pain and all the struggle made a superstar (21, 21, 21)
 
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster
Power
The money and the fame make a monster
A monster