Circus rules

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Thanksgiving morn' 4am, momma's starting the fire birds all ready, bourbon's on get outta' bed, hungover and drink some more It's thankgiving day, and sober this time

The wind do blow a mournful tune, through branches stark and bare, November's grip be tightenin', a chill hangs in the air. But hearth fires glow with warmth within, and tables creak and groan, Beneath the weight of plenty, for blessings to be sown. (Chorus) Thanksgiving comes, a solemn feast, where shadows gather deep, And memories of loved ones lost, in silent vigil keep. We raise a glass to absent friends, to those beyond the veil, And give our thanks for simple joys, lest fleeting time should fail. (Verse 2) The turkey roasted brown and crisp, a sacrifice of old, Stuffing rich with herbs and spice, a story to be told. Cranberry sauce, a ruby gleam, like blood upon the snow, A reminder of the hardships past, that hungry souls did know. (Chorus) Thanksgiving comes, a solemn feast, where shadows gather deep, And memories of loved ones lost, in silent vigil keep. We raise a glass to absent friends, to those beyond the veil, And give our thanks for simple joys, lest fleeting time should fail. (Bridge) The pumpkin pie, a golden hue, a comfort to the soul, But every bite a fleeting taste, as years begin to roll. For time, like autumn leaves, descends, and fades to winter's sleep, And all that's left are memories, the harvest we shall reap. (Chorus) Thanksgiving comes, a solemn feast, where shadows gather deep, And memories of loved ones lost, in silent vigil keep. We raise a glass to absent friends, to those beyond the veil, And give our thanks for simple joys, lest fleeting time should fail. (Outro) So gather close, ye thankful hearts, and let the fire burn, For life's a gift, a fleeting spark, a lesson to be learned. Give thanks for love, for kith and kin, for all that makes life whole, And face the coming darkness, with strength within your soul.

The wind do blow a mournful tune, through branches stark and bare, November's grip be tightenin', a chill hangs in the air. But hearth fires glow with warmth within, and tables creak and groan, Beneath the weight of plenty, for blessings to be sown. (Chorus) Thanksgiving comes, a solemn feast, where shadows gather deep, And memories of loved ones lost, in silent vigil keep. We raise a glass to absent friends, to those beyond the veil, And give our thanks for simple joys, lest fleeting time should fail.

(Refren): Ovo nije samo kafa, ovo je lifestyle, Barista Cartel – k’o Bentley u drive-by. Pjena ko snijeg, okus k’o raj, U Tuzli smo doma, vidi se da smo high. (1. Strofa): Krenem s espressom, brate, miješam s ljubavlju, Šolja se puši, sve ko da je u usporenom snu. Latte art na nivou, slika Monetove klase, U Cartelu svi znaju – kava ovdje spaja mase. Bubble tea, smoothie, šta ti treba, ti biraj, Okusi putuju svijetom, bez da uzmeš vizu, znaj. Od Dubaija do Pariza, od Tuzle do neba, Svaka šolja priča priču – k’o da vrijeme ne treba. (Refren): Ovo nije samo kafa, ovo je lifestyle, Barista Cartel – k’o Bentley u drive-by. Pjena ko snijeg, okus k’o raj, U Tuzli smo doma, vidi se da smo high. (2. Strofa): Kadaif, pistaći, aroma u zraku, Dubai latte topi brige, sve stavi na traku. Barista u bijelom, potez latte art genija, Svaki gutljaj stavi Tuzlu na mapu svemira. Granica nema, kafa svuda širi love, U šolji imaš ocean – valovi boje snova. Espresso shot, ristretto vibe, U Barista Cartelu, samo premium drive. (Bridge): Svi hoće naš recept, ali brate to je skill, Godine su iza toga, nije ovo samo chill. Barista Cartel, mi smo ekipa za sve, Kada piješ našu kafu, ti si dio naše scene. (Refren): Ovo nije samo kafa, ovo je lifestyle, Barista Cartel – k’o Bentley u drive-by. Pjena ko snijeg, okus k’o raj, U Tuzli smo doma, vidi se da smo high. (Outro): Yo, kafa je ljubav, kafa je spika, Barista Cartel – tvoja dnevna navika. Šolja nas spaja, od grada do grada, Tuzla, Sarajevo, vibe – svuda pada.

Forest Soul (Verse 1) Yo, I'm trapped in this maze, man, lost in the haze, Chasin' dreams that fade like lines on a page. Regret in my chest, monster under the bed, Dancin' with shadows, livin' life half-dead. Used to be a pawn, holdin' tears in a jar, Now I’m breakin’ free, man, I’m raisin’ the bar. (Chorus) I run my own circus, ain't no strings on me, Not a doll you can use for your sick fantasies. Fuck off with your standards, I’m carving my path, Face my demons, hear 'em howl, feel their wrath. (Verse 2) Poppin' pills ain't a thrill, just a ghost in the night, Tryna numb the pain, yeah, I'm puttin' up a fight. Suicide whispers, I can hear that call, But I stand up stronger, watch me rise and not fall. A forest soul, feel the roots in my veins, Growin' up means struggle, ain't no room for chains. (Chorus) I run my own circus, ain't no strings on me, Not a doll you can use for your sick fantasies. Fuck off with your standards, I’m carving my path, Face my demons, hear 'em howl, feel their wrath. (Bridge) Lonely nights, moonlight fights, I’m a wreck, But I’m built from the earth, man, what the heck? Motivated, elevated, I’m ready to soar, Regrets in my past, but I’m hungry for more. (Verse 3) So I’m throwin’ confetti, make my pain a parade, Run away from the dark, make the light my crusade. Chasin’ hope through the trees, with my heart in my hands, A forest soul wild, breakin' free from your plans. I'm not your doll, babe, I’m a force to be reckoned, Turn my scars into stars, yeah, I’m spittin’ that lesson. (Chorus) I run my own circus, ain't no strings on me, Not a doll you can use for your sick fantasies. Fuck off with your standards, I’m carving my path, Face my demons, hear 'em howl, feel their wrath. (Outro) So here’s to the pain and the battles I won, I’m no longer lost, man, I’m finally done. With a forest soul vibe, I’m takin’ my stand, A king in my circus, yeah, I’m livin’ so grand.

Born in the dust, never seen a throne, Struggled in silence, always on my own, No love, no friends, just the pain in my chest, Working so hard, no time to rest. No silver spoon, just dreams in my mind, Sacrificing happiness, tryna make a life find, Pain in my veins, fire in my soul, Climbing up hills, but I’m losing control. **Chorus:** Fast life, slow grind, watch me rise, Sacrifice my peace, reaching for the skies, Chasing dreams, no matter how high, Pain in my heart, but I’ll never say goodbye. **Verse 2:** Life’s a battle, every step’s a war, Pushing through pain, can’t take no more, Fell down so many times, but I won’t fall, I’m a fighter, yeah, I’m standing tall. Dreams are distant, but I’ll keep chasing, Through the struggle, no time for waiting, Family’s my fire, but I burn alone, Running so fast, but I’m far from home. **Chorus:** Fast life, slow grind, watch me rise, Sacrifice my peace, reaching for the skies, Chasing dreams, no matter how high, Pain in my heart, but I’ll never say goodbye. **Outro:** Lower class, but I’m aiming high, Every day’s a battle, but I’ll touch the sky, Pain's my fuel, hustle’s my game, From the dust, I’ll rise and make my name!

VERS 1] -Julstressen är stor nu vid jul och alla ni är ful -Men inte ludde för han är vår ice ice ice star och När ludde kastar Julkulan det blir spice spice spice dag [Refräng] - Av kulla Nathalie gråter och ni alla ser ut som råtter - Meja kalla vår tomte kines men hon luktar att hon fes Vi kommer fortsätta gö gö göra för det är kul och ni är tjejer som inte kan kö kö köra på jul [VERS 2] -Ni tjejer ni tror ni duger men på matte ni Suger -Ni kan inte släpa diss ni är inte friska det enda ni kan är att diska [Refräng] - Av kulla Nathalie gråter och ni alla ser ut som råtter - Meja kalla vår tomte kines men hon luktar att hon fes Vi kommer fortsätta gö gö göra för det är kul och ni är tjejer som inte kan kö kö köra på jul [Bridge] -Vi killar vi klappar er som en julklapp och eran IQ nivå är samma som någon som har en napp -Ni tror ni är ett snille men imagine att inte ha en kille [Refräng] - Av kulla Nathalie gråter och ni alla ser ut som råtter - Meja kalla vår tomte kines men hon luktar att hon fes Vi kommer fortsätta gö gö göra för det är kul och ni är tjejer som inte kan kö kö köra på jul [Outro] HO HO HO just GO GO GO

Verse 1: Yo, it’s Slim on the mic, let me spit some clarity, Fractional shares vs. crypto disparity. Fractional shares, you’re buyin’ a piece, Of a stock like Tesla, your slice of the beast. It’s legit, it’s tight, regulated and clear, You’re owning real equity, so have no fear. It’s a slice of a pie, like dessert in disguise, Growin’ slow, steady – Wall Street vibes. Chorus: Crypto’s wild, like a digital spree, Fractional shares? That’s the slow-cook recipe. One’s the casino, the other’s the plan, Choose your style, man – understand the scam. Verse 2: Crypto, man, it’s a digital beast, Decentralized money, the hype don’t cease. Bitcoin, Ether, memes in disguise, Price swings higher than Marshall’s rise. No stocks, no shares, no dividend payout, But blockchain tech’s got the nerds freakin’ out. It’s risky, it’s fast, like the rabbit’s race, But you could lose it all if the markets erase. Bridge: Fractional shares are the turtle, slow and steady, Crypto’s the hare, wild but unsteady. One builds wealth, one’s a gamble in disguise, But both need brains to avoid demise. Outro: So here’s Slim Shady breakin’ it down, Fractional shares wear a sensible crown. Crypto’s a rocket, but watch where it lands, Choose wisely, homie – your money’s in your hands.

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Title: Kho Gaye Hum (We’ve Lost Ourselves) --- Verse 1 (Mirsab): Teri yaadon mein kho gaya hoon, (I’m lost in your memories) Dil se juda, par tujh se juda nahi hoon. (Separate from my heart, but not separate from you) Mere khwabon mein teri hi tasveer hai, (Your image remains in my dreams) Tere bina, zindagi lagti adhuri hai. (Without you, life feels incomplete) --- Verse 2 (Maaz): Tujh se door hoke bhi, tera ehsaas hai paas, (Even though we’re apart, your presence is near) Yaadon ke silsile mein, kho gaya hai mera saath. (In the series of memories, I’ve lost my way) Woh lamhe jo the apne, bas yaadon mein jeete hain, (The moments we shared now live in memories) Dil ke raaste pe, tere nishan milte hain. (On my heart’s path, I find traces of you) --- Chorus (Both): Kahan kho gaye hum, apne raaste se bhatak gaye hum, (Where have we gone, we’ve lost our path) Yaadon ke sahaare, aaj bhi zinda hain hum. (We’re still alive, surviving on memories) Tere bina ye manzar adhoora lagta hai, (Without you, this scene feels incomplete) Dil mein bas tere saaye ka dastaan bacha hai. (In my heart, only the story of your shadow remains) --- Verse 3 (Mirsab): Bheegi palkon pe tere khayal aate hain, (Your thoughts appear on my tear-filled lashes) Tanhaayi ke lamhon mein teri yaadein bas jaati hain. (In moments of loneliness, your memories settle) Dil ke kone mein ek aakhri umeed hai, (In the corner of my heart, there’s one last hope) Tere bina, bas yeh duniya ajeeb hai. (Without you, this world just feels strange) --- Verse 4 (Maaz): Har pal mein teri kami ko mehsoos karta hoon, (Every moment, I feel your absence) Apne hi khayalon mein tujh se baatein karta hoon. (I talk to you in my thoughts) Tujhe bhoolna hai, par yaadon se darta hoon, (I want to forget you, but I’m afraid of memories) Tere bina yeh dil, bas khaamoshi mein bharta hoon. (Without you, my heart fills only with silence) --- Chorus (Repeat) (Both): Kahan kho gaye hum, apne raaste se bhatak gaye hum, Yaadon ke sahaare, aaj bhi zinda hain hum. Tere bina ye manzar adhoora lagta hai, Dil mein bas tere saaye ka dastaan bacha hai. --- Outro (Both): Mirsab: Tujh se door hokar bhi tera intezaar hai, (Even being far from you, I still wait for you) Maaz: Teri yaadon ka silsila, ab tak mere paas hai. (The series of your memories is still with me)

Titolo: “Fumo nei Pensieri” [Strofa 1] Pioggia cade sui sanpietrini, bagnano le suole, passi pesanti come storie su cartelle nuove. Roma sputa spine, tra il fumo e le rovine, un sorso d’amaro mentre il tempo ci rovina. Sotto i lampioni, la strada chiama, io rispondo, parole come tagli, cicatrici sopra il mondo. Un altro tiro per capirci qualcosa, ma qui la verità è nascosta in una busta chiusa. Sogni che affogano, vetro in una pozza, mentre un’altra notte passa e non mi accorgo della corsa. La luna è un riflesso sopra il parabrezza, sto fermo in doppia fila mentre penso alla vendetta. [Ritornello] Fumo nei pensieri, la città che grida, Roma è una lama che ti lascia senza via d’uscita. Strade che bruciano, storie di periferia, tra il cemento e i sogni, resto solo in compagnia. [Strofa 2] Gli occhi sono rossi come i semafori rotti, l’anima pesa più del peso che mi porto nei blocchi. Facce che non parlano, tra luci e vetri appannati, sto cercando un domani in sguardi disperati. Le chiavi girano, le porte restano chiuse, prigionieri in una giungla di speranze deluse. Scarto la vita come una busta di plastica, un altro giro e mi risveglio in questa giostra drastica. Il freddo sui palazzi sembra quasi una sentenza, mi copro con un sorriso, ma è solo una parvenza. Ogni passo falso pesa, lo porto sulla schiena, mentre il beat pulsa forte, la mia cura e la mia pena. [Ritornello] Fumo nei pensieri, la città che grida, Roma è una lama che ti lascia senza via d’uscita. Strade che bruciano, storie di periferia, tra il cemento e i sogni, resto solo in compagnia. [Outro] E quando tutto tace, resta solo il mio respiro, un’altra notte è andata, eppure ancora non capisco. Cenere sul tempo, polvere nei polmoni, questa vita è un attimo tra mille illusioni.