Tropical Dreams

Breathing in your poison and taking flight Leave behind the aether, bring eternal night Mysteriously untouchable, You’re beautifully inescapable! Fingers trace my skin, be my goddess Nyx Pull me deep within, come and be my fix! Pull me in your sin, let your shadows in Drown me in the night, let the pleasure begin!! Your veil surrounds me I’ll be your crowning Your shadows on my lips (Lips, lips, lips) From the moment you found me I am always drowning, But I can’t resist (I caaaannn’t resisssst!!!)

Breathing in your poison and taking flight Leave behind the aether, bring eternal night Mysteriously untouchable, You’re beautifully inescapable! Fingers trace my skin, be my goddess Nyx Pull me deep within, come and be my fix! Pull me in your sin, let your shadows in Drown me in the night, let the pleasure begin!! Your veil surrounds me I’ll be your crowning Your shadows on my lips (Lips, lips, lips) From the moment you found me I am always drowning, But I can’t resist (I caaaannn’t resisssst!!!)

Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein Türken-, Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Und ich wohne an dem Meer Das Türken Leben, das ist einfach simpel Lahmacun, Döner und paar Türke Ayran Baklava hab’ ich schon probiert, wann ich klein ware. Ich fühle mich wie Schumacher mit den schnellen Ferrari, Ich ware fünf Jahre alt mit eine Tarkan-Kassette Zehn Jahre später hab’ ich sehr schöne koteletten I-i-in der Türkei sagt man “ hallettim ben abi” Türkenjung, ich hör’ nicht gerne auf Gesetze Ich bin nur ein kleiner Türkejunge und ich wohne an dem Meer Ja Südtürkei ist ein schönes land wie Spanien und Italien Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein Türken-, Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Und ich wohne an dem Meer Ich bin kein anderes kindl, bin Türkenjunge. Sie sagt “Ege, es war wunderbar in der Türkei", Junge. Ich geh’ mit Onkel raus und wir trinken Rakı. Es wurde zwischenzeitlich hell, jetzt ist es wieder dunkel. Ja, ich sprech Deutsch, also habe ich dich verstanden. Hol’ mir türkisch-herbes rakı und dazu eine Hamsi Pfanne Spie Ege, esse türkisch essen in Griechenland Es war schlecht, ich werd’ nie wieder da landen Ich finde çay lecker Ich bin kein kenner, doch ich bin ein Teetrinker Sivas, ich grüße meine Brüder. Von Istanbul bis Ankara, wir tanzen die ganze Nacht. Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein Türken-, Türkenjung Bin ein Türkenjung, bin ein kleiner Türkenjung Und ich wohne an dem Meer

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ናፍቆቴ እንደ ከዋክብት በሰማይ በልቤ ውስጥ ትበራለች። ፍቅርሽ እንደ ውቅያኖስ በነፍሴ ውስጥ ይሞላል። ትንሽ ትንሽ እየተነሳ ናፍቆቴ ወደ ሰማይ ትዘልቃለች። ፍቅርሽ እንደ ነጠላ ብርሃን በልቤ ውስጥ ትበራለች። አንድ ቀን እንደ ንፋስ ትመጣለች በልቤ ውስጥ አንችን አስገብቻለሁ ናፍቆቴን እና ፍቅርሽን በአንድ ላይ አድርጌ አይቻለሁ።

(Verse 1) All praise to God, Lord of the skies, Peace to Muhammad, the Prophet so wise. Shout to his fam, pure and elite, Guiding the world, no sign of defeat. (Chorus) Eid al-Mab'ath, it's a day for the free, Worldwide love, can't you see? Movements rise, faith stays strong, Revolution lives on, we carry it on! (Verse 2) Bahman came, a victory ride, Faith in the path, we stay unified. Shout to the Prophet, the mission stays, We walk that road, no turning away. (Bridge) Reason and faith, tools of the wise, Open your mind, remove the disguise. Awaken the truth, set yourself free, Live with honor, that's the key. (Verse 3) Monotheism, that’s the base, A world of truth, no time to waste. Stand on faith, don’t back down, Honor in God, wear that crown. (Chorus) Eid al-Mab'ath, it's a day for the free, Worldwide love, can't you see? Movements rise, faith stays strong, Revolution lives on, we carry it on! (Verse 4) Enemies lurking, they plot and they plan, Smiling in faces but hate in their hands. Colonial games, they playing for keeps, But we woke now, no more sleep! (Verse 5) Gaza stands, no fear in their eyes, Faith and reason, power that flies. Resistance strong, ain't no joke, Truth spreads fast, now the world awoke! (Outro) So don’t be weak, don’t feel down, Faith gives strength, wear that crown. Light up the world, let it shine, With God on your side, you rise and climb!

[Intro: Birr] Yeah… Midnight in the city, sins on consignment, You asked for my heart—bitch, that’s a down payment. [Verse 1: Birr] Trust fund depleted, I’m bankrupt on feelings, Your love’s a rental car—I’m returnin’ it peeled in. You wanted the highs, but the lows got you leavin’, Now your tears on consignment, I’m resellin’ the reasons. Fair trade? You barter your soul for a headline, I write your regrets in a hook, take a cut of the airtime. Loyalty’s ghosted, left voicemails in my DMs, I’m sippin’ the silence, let the Henny drown whispers. Pray for my conscience, but the money’s my pastor, You traded your truth for a verse—should’ve cashed faster… [Chorus: Birr] Cold exchange, no receipts, just the pain in the deal, Friends fold under pressure, diamonds crack under steel. Cold exchange, sign your name, let the contracts get real, You wanted the throne—here’s the blood on the seal. [Verse 2: Lyrik Blaze] Blaze in the cut with a Glock and a grudge, They talkin’ ’bout loyalty—don’t make me laugh, fuck a hug. My brother’s in concrete, I’m buildin’ his legacy, Every brick in my chain got a eulogy recipe. You swapped out your squad for a Spotify playlist, Now you’re beggin’ for clout, but the respect’s in the basement. I don’t speak fluent—I let the Draco translate, One wrong move, and we airin’ out your whole fuckin’ estate. Tears don’t mean shit when the bodies get cold, I’m taxin’ the game, 30%, paid in soul. [Bridge: Birr & Lyrik Blaze] (Birr:) Sellin’ your truth, buyin’ your lies— (Lyrik:) I’m cashing the pain straight outta the sky. (Both:) Cold exchange, cold exchange… balance the scales in blood. [Outro: Birr & Lyrik Blaze] (Birr:) They sing my hooks like a hymn, but the pain’s in the fine print, Turned my heart to a vault—you can’t afford what’s in it. (Lyrik:) Blaze don’t negotiate, I extort or erase, Play with my legacy, get erased from the case. (Both:) Cold exchange.

[Verse 1] (Delivery: Laid-back, gravelly flow, like a late-night confession in a Crown Heights alley) Yo, these streets cold, but your touch Brooklyn summer, We skip the dice games, just us under the gunner. You the .38 Special, no safety, I’m cocked, Love’s a stick-up, you got me robbed at the block. Candle wax drips like the BQE traffic, Your laugh’s the El train—rattlin’ my attic. We ghost the fake love, no cap in our script, You my rib tips, Marcy Ave. thick. [Pre-Chorus] (Melodic, half-sung) Brownstone lullaby, we don’t die, we just slide, Pyrex love, let it simmer, no lie. J’s kicked back, puffin’ cloud nine, You the plug when the world tryna line. [Chorus] (Soulful sample chop: “You’re my cit-ay” echoes) ** [Verse 2] (Flow tightens, cadence like a prowling pitbull) Feds watchin’? Let ‘em tape how we kiss, You the getaway car, I’m the trigga you twist. Split a blunt, split the rent, split the pain, Bed-Stuy queen, yeah, you drippin’ in Reign. We don’t post, we ghost-write our vows, Late-night bodega rose—no crowd. Your ex squared up? I just chuckled, “My G…”, You already chose—why he buckin’ at me? [Bridge] (Beat drops to just piano and 808 hum) The city don’t sleep, but we pillow-talk schemes, Stash love in the ceiling, no blue beams. You my corner store—always open, always right, Kiss the scars like, “Yo, we’ll war tonight.” [Outro] (Saxophone fades as ad-libs echo) Yeah… Brooklyn love, son… It’s murky… but we clear… Ayo, light another one…

[Verse 1] Ayo, TESFU laced this shit with a pulse, Lyrik Blaze talkin’ love, but keep the glizzy in my holster. Shorty got a death stare, but her kiss resuscitate, She Brooklyn to the core—love her like I love the hate. We met where the choppas sing and the sirens cry, She ain’t scared of the drill, she the rider in my ride. Lips sweeter than AriZona, but her heart made of steel, Opps try to slide? She yell, “Babe, let’s make ’em kneel!” She don’t cap, keep it solid, got my back like a Kevlar, *Love her through the droughts, still my day-one in the vel’ car. We chase bags in the AM, vibe in the PM, Her grind got me hooked—fuck a Perc, she my medicine. [Chorus] Bed-Stuy heartbeats, we sync like sirens in the night, Love in the trenches—ain’t no heist without a fight. She my shooter, my loot, got me cuffed with no key, Blaze in love, but the streets still run through my DNA. [Verse 2] Her ex tried to jux my spot, now he ghost on the ‘Gram, She said, “Fuck that lameshit—you the king of my pyramid.” We link at the bodega, Dutch split, no 50/50, She the plug for my pain, got me laughin’ through the city gritty. Her vibe colder than February, but her touch start a fire, We crash in the Wraith, got the block in the rearview, higher. She don’t fold under pressure, call her Cici with the steel, Love her like the game—murder anybody tryna split the feel. Tattoo her name on my clavicle, right next to the scars, She the truth in a world full of snakes and fake gods. [Bridge] They ask why I’m locked in—she the code to my cage, Turn my lows into hype, got me rhymin’ through the rage. TESFU’s keys got the heavens weepin’ melodies, She my Brooklyn lullaby, fuck a fairytale, Jezebel. [Chorus] Bed-Stuy heartbeats, we sync like sirens in the night, Love in the trenches—ain’t no heist without a fight. She my shooter, my loot, got me cuffed with no key, Blaze in love, but the streets still run through my DNA. [Outro] Yeah, b!tch—it’s lyrical love, TESFU on the track, Where the roses got thorns and the heartbeats shoot back. She my downfall, my crown, my Bed-Stuy eclipse, Blaze in her atmosphere—fuck a kiss, take my clip.

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