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(Verse 1) Didn’t see you coming, but now I can’t look away, Coffee stains on my fingers, but you’re the mess in my brain. Tried to play it cool, but I tripped on my own words, Now I’m stuck here replaying every line you ever heard. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, you’re fire wrapped in silence, A storm behind your eyes, A hurricane in waiting, But damn, it feels so right. (Chorus) Sharp tongue, soft hands, you’re pulling me in, Didn’t think I’d fall this fast, but here I go again. You’re a shot of espresso, straight to my veins, A rush I can’t handle, a spark in the rain. One taste, one glance, and I’m already burned, Tell me, babe—should I crash, should I learn? Or should I stay right here, lost in your world? (Verse 2) Got me kicking my feet like a fool in the dark, Reading your words like they’re written in stars. You call me cute, now I’m losing my mind, Damn, I think I’d let you waste all my time. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, you’re fire wrapped in silence, A storm behind your eyes, A hurricane in waiting, But damn, it feels so right. (Chorus) Sharp tongue, soft hands, you’re pulling me in, Didn’t think I’d fall this fast, but here I go again. You’re a shot of espresso, straight to my veins, A rush I can’t handle, a spark in the rain. One taste, one glance, and I’m already burned, Tell me, babe—should I crash, should I learn? Or should I stay right here, lost in your world? (Bridge) Maybe I’m reckless, maybe I’m blind, But there’s something in you that feels just like light. Like late-night laughter, like ink on my skin, Like a song I keep writing but never quite ends. (Outro) So tell me, are we just passing through? Or am I meant to crash straight into you? No warning, no brakes, no way to pretend, Guess I’ll play this on repeat until I see you again.

(Verse 1) Didn’t see you coming, but now I can’t look away, Coffee stains on my fingers, but you’re the mess in my brain. Tried to play it cool, but I tripped on my own words, Now I’m stuck here replaying every line you ever heard. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, you’re fire wrapped in silence, A storm behind your eyes, A hurricane in waiting, But damn, it feels so right. (Chorus) Sharp tongue, soft hands, you’re pulling me in, Didn’t think I’d fall this fast, but here I go again. You’re a shot of espresso, straight to my veins, A rush I can’t handle, a spark in the rain. One taste, one glance, and I’m already burned, Tell me, babe—should I crash, should I learn? Or should I stay right here, lost in your world? (Verse 2) Got me kicking my feet like a fool in the dark, Reading your words like they’re written in stars. You call me cute, now I’m losing my mind, Damn, I think I’d let you waste all my time. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, you’re fire wrapped in silence, A storm behind your eyes, A hurricane in waiting, But damn, it feels so right. (Chorus) Sharp tongue, soft hands, you’re pulling me in, Didn’t think I’d fall this fast, but here I go again. You’re a shot of espresso, straight to my veins, A rush I can’t handle, a spark in the rain. One taste, one glance, and I’m already burned, Tell me, babe—should I crash, should I learn? Or should I stay right here, lost in your world? (Bridge) Maybe I’m reckless, maybe I’m blind, But there’s something in you that feels just like light. Like late-night laughter, like ink on my skin, Like a song I keep writing but never quite ends. (Outro) So tell me, are we just passing through? Or am I meant to crash straight into you? No warning, no brakes, no way to pretend, Guess I’ll play this on repeat until I see you again.

(Verse 1) Didn’t see you coming, but now I can’t look away, Coffee stains on my fingers, but you’re the mess in my brain. Tried to play it cool, but I tripped on my own words, Now I’m stuck here replaying every line you ever heard. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, you’re fire wrapped in silence, A storm behind your eyes, A hurricane in waiting, But damn, it feels so right. (Chorus) Sharp tongue, soft hands, you’re pulling me in, Didn’t think I’d fall this fast, but here I go again. You’re a shot of espresso, straight to my veins, A rush I can’t handle, a spark in the rain. One taste, one glance, and I’m already burned, Tell me, babe—should I crash, should I learn? Or should I stay right here, lost in your world? (Verse 2) Got me kicking my feet like a fool in the dark, Reading your words like they’re written in stars. You call me cute, now I’m losing my mind, Damn, I think I’d let you waste all my time. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, you’re fire wrapped in silence, A storm behind your eyes, A hurricane in waiting, But damn, it feels so right. (Chorus) Sharp tongue, soft hands, you’re pulling me in, Didn’t think I’d fall this fast, but here I go again. You’re a shot of espresso, straight to my veins, A rush I can’t handle, a spark in the rain. One taste, one glance, and I’m already burned, Tell me, babe—should I crash, should I learn? Or should I stay right here, lost in your world? (Bridge) Maybe I’m reckless, maybe I’m blind, But there’s something in you that feels just like light. Like late-night laughter, like ink on my skin, Like a song I keep writing but never quite ends. (Outro) So tell me, are we just passing through? Or am I meant to crash straight into you? No warning, no brakes, no way to pretend, Guess I’ll play this on repeat until I see you again.

"It’s lonely at the top, huh? When you built the whole house on lies. No foundation, no bricks, no spine. This the eulogy, this the wake… Welcome to your funeral, Aubrey." You talk like a boss, but you read from a script, No ink in your pen, but your pockets still thick. Quentin gave you lines, you ain't edit a bit, Now you flexin’ like the goat? Man, get off that trip. Boy, your image too clean, gotta hide the dirt, No scars, no wounds, where’s the pain in your verse? I bled for this, every bar I spit, You let the label dress you up and hand you hits. All that money in the bank, but you bankrupt still, A rented legacy, no classic feel. You play the long game, tryna dodge the real, But I see through the smoke, I know what’s concealed. No pen, no pain, no truth, no gain, Platinum plaques but your soul still stained. Top spot but you lost in the game, Charts can’t measure when the streets don’t bang. Numbers don’t lie, but they don’t mean much, When the art ain't real and the love ain't trust. Singing to the women just to dodge that smoke, How you rap like a wolf but you move like a ghost? Every album sound the same, ain't no range in your aim, Take the same old flow, put a new name, Boy, you industry-built, not a king in this reign, A prince with a crown that was bought, not gained. A popstar’s heart with a rapper’s disguise, You dance ‘round the truth while you monetize lies. I see through the Act, I ain't talkin' no play, You the main character in the fakest parade. No pen, no pain, no truth, no gain, Platinum plaques but your soul still stained. Top spot but you lost in the game, Charts can’t measure when the streets don’t bang. Meek aired you out, you just laughed on cue, Pusha pulled your card, had you callin' your crew. A son in the dark, till the light exposed, Man, the truth hit hard when the mask unfolds. You run from the real, boy, stay in your lane, You got shooters online, I got shooters with aim. You play the victim, then switch up the frame, It’s a game to you, but to us it’s your grave. You duckin’ that smoke, you scared of the fade, You buy your respect, but the debt ain't paid. Your name in the books, but your soul ain't saved, This the last supper—now bow to your grave. "I hear the whispers, the crying, the doubt… This what happens when you build your house on the sand. No pen, no pain, no legacy… no more."

Rylan, Rylan, so quik to agree, He's got no opinions, just echoes to see. He borrows thoughts like a library book, And claims them as his own, with a crooked hook! His mind's a mirror, reflecting what's said, No original ideas, just a borrowed thread. He's a parrot of opinions, squawking with glee, But when asked to think deep, he's as dry as can be! So here's to Rylan, the king of the band, A follower of thoughts, never taking a stand. May his echoes be loud, and his opinions be bright, But until he thinks for himself, he'll just be a copycat in flight!

Listen Doc, can we talk? I’ve got a lot on my mind. Got a minute? Your next patient? Oh, no doc, he’s fine. Look, I’ll make it quick, as long as you don’t mind. You’ve got a whole five minutes before you’re running behind. Looking in the mirror scares me, I can’t feel my soul, I’m empty. Can you lose your soul? Is that possible? Help me out here, Doc, I’m losing control. It’s like my identity dissolved, Up and left me with jack. That’s why I came to you, You’ll help me find my way back. I wasn’t always in such a bad place, Genetics, that’s who to blame. It was a matter of time, Doc, But it’d always end just the same. I miss the old me, remember her? She’s gone, I don’t know how, Yeah she left in a hurry. When was that? A year ago now. I wish she were here, cause, She’d know just what to do But she’s not here, is she Doc? So I guess we’re both screwed. But you can fix me, right? Of course you can! Give it to me straight Doc, what’s the game plan? A trial drug? Tell me, Doc, have any test users died? Seventy-one? Man, I don’t know Doc, luck’s really not on my side. Is that what this is? You want to admit me to some bed? Lose the condescending tone you use to mess with my head. You’re just some self-righteous shrink who thinks he’s my savior, But I’m not some fucking checklist of textbook behaviors Yes, Doc, I’m aware you’re an expert in mental health, No, Doc, I’ve never harmed others or myself. Maybe I don’t have your fancy degrees, Your silver-spoon, Harvard-grad P.H.D.s Geniuses don’t exactly come from my family tree, And I’m just a crazy bitch who calls it like she sees. But if you pull your head from your ass, I think you’ll agree. The reverse-psychology shit you pull won’t work on me. I know I’m insane, you diagnosed me months ago! Your notes? I’ve gotta place to stick ‘em, you won’t like it tho.

Villarreal on the game, Burroni got the flame, We expose the system, remember our names! They told you buy, buy, buy Now your money’s all gone, Working nine to five Just to barely hold on. They printing that cash while you breaking your ass Working all night, don't see day-light Trapped in the game, at the end, you wont like." Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Ray-ban on their eyes. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Money in their arms, money in their hands. We all want to buy, but not not all want to act right. government wants our cash, now I’m in the ash They, promised us wealth, but inflation destroyed our health The leaders are planning they're making the rules, They promised relief but they knew they would fail, Rich people get the money while we're treated like fools. Raise the rates, force that spend, Then blame inflation when it doesn't end. Another bailout but no checks in the mail. They pushing the markets they playing the game, They winning the money we were stuck in shame. They print that money they tell you to spend Buy, own, show it off Happiness is granted, it is all you need A hollow joy, a broken mind, the only thing your missing is the latest phone. Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Ray-ban on their eyes. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Money in their arms, money in their hands. We all want to buy, but not not all want to act right. government wants our cash, now I’m in the ash They, promised us wealth, but inflation destroyed our health

Tu falou foi do Cartier Mais não sabe que o Cartier te amassa no beat Seja trap seja rap as tuas rimas só me aquece Tu tá pior que o tempo de acréscimos Espero só o dia que tu venha aqui Vou te fazer sumir Tu vai ver oq significa abrir E não é abril Tu apanhou e ficou vazio Não fala de trap nem rap Pq tu nem sabe oq é Ciao em Italiano O Cartier te destrói nessa base E tua mina acha isso insano Ei im Fly Sono sempre in para Aspetto solo il mio ft con marra Voglio stare bene ma anche fare del bene Ora fammi spazio che sto per decolare Attento boy che sto per arrivare Sto pensando al mio cane Si mi fa ancora male Non so più come farmi aiutare E mi fanno sbagliare Tu falou foi do Cartier Mais não sabe que o Cartier te amassa no beat Seja trap seja rap as tuas rimas só me aquece Tu tá pior que o tempo de acréscimos Espero só o dia que tu venha aqui Vou te fazer sumir Tu vai ver oq significa abrir E não é abril Tu apanhou e ficou vazio Não fala de trap nem rap Pq tu nem sabe oq é Ciao em Italiano O Cartier te destrói nessa base E tua mina acha isso insano

(Verse 1) Load it up, press the start, Sounds like thunder, broke apart. Spinnin’ slow, then it stops, What’s this error? Man, I’m lost! (Pre-Chorus) Suds lock, unbalanced load, Shakin’ walls, ‘bout to explode! Ain’t no cycle, ain’t no spin, Guess it’s time to rage again! (Chorus) **F*** this washer, throw it out,** **Kicking, screaming, twist and shout!** **Unbalanced? I don’t care,** **This junk machine is past repair!** (Verse 2) Too much soap, flood the floor, Neighbors knockin’ at my door. Tub is slappin’, bearings fried, Ain’t no fix, this thing just died! (Pre-Chorus) Suds lock, unbalanced load, Shakin’ walls, ‘bout to explode! Ain’t no cycle, ain’t no spin, Guess it’s time to rage again! (Chorus) **F*** this washer, throw it out,** **Kicking, screaming, twist and shout!** **Unbalanced? I don’t care,** **This junk machine is past repair!** (Bridge) Tilt it back, drop it down, Let it bounce right off the ground! Drum is loose, wires fried, Guess this washer just complied! (Outro) Ain’t no cycle, ain't no beep, Ain’t no washer left to keep. Ain’t no spin, ain’t no drain, Guess I’ll never wash again!

Look—fuck bein’ broke, rather choke on a shell, Bury me deep ‘fore I rot in this hell. Livin’ off crumbs, ain't a goddamn option, So I’m cockin’ this Glock, leave ‘em red like a toxin. Came from the sewer where the rats run laps, Where the fiends sell dreams just to relapse fast. Law don’t exist when your stomach’s on E, Put the piece to his teeth, make ‘em talk with the heat. See, I ain’t got patience, I ain't got time, All I got’s rage and a fucked-up mind. Pull up on fate like “run me my shit,” Got blood in my eyes and a blade on my hip. Fuck a favor, I ain’t askin’ for help, I’ma make ‘em all pay, let ‘em bask in the shells. This ain't no sob story—this is war, If money’s the motive, then open that door!

[Verse 1] Từng dòng tin nhắn bây giờ cũng vơi đi nhiều, Chẳng còn những câu hẹn ước ta viết mỗi chiều... Em bận công việc, anh cũng quay cuồng trong guồng quay, Khoảng cách chẳng chỉ là địa lý, mà nó nằm trong tim này. Ngày xưa ta nói không gì có thể chia xa, Giờ đây bao lý do khiến ta dần lạ, Câu "nhớ em" anh gõ rồi lại xóa, Vì sợ em cũng chẳng còn mong chờ như ngày đầu ta. [Pre-Hook] Dần dần… ta chỉ còn lại những tin nhắn nhạt, Dần dần… chẳng còn ai chủ động để hỏi han, Dần dần… khoảng cách vô hình đẩy hai ta xa, Dần dần… hay là chúng ta chỉ đang diễn cho qua? [Hook] Có phải ta vẫn yêu nhưng không còn đủ kiên nhẫn? Có phải ta vẫn nhớ nhưng chẳng biết phải nói sao? Có phải ta vẫn muốn giữ nhưng tay chẳng còn chặt? Hay do tình yêu này… đã nhạt đi từ lâu rồi sao? [Verse 2] Anh đã từng thức trắng đợi tin nhắn từ em, Giờ đây nhìn điện thoại cũng chẳng buồn xem… Lời hứa "mãi mãi" giờ như cơn gió, Bay theo những bộn bề, anh cố giữ mà chẳng được đâu… Anh không trách em, chỉ trách khoảng cách, Trách thế giới này cuốn ta theo nhịp sống quá nhanh, Trách những deadline khiến ta chẳng thể quan tâm, Trách thời gian làm phai nhòa những điều từng rất quan trọng... [Bridge] Có lẽ anh đã sai khi nghĩ tình yêu đủ lớn, Có lẽ em đã quên khoảnh khắc từng rất thân thuộc, Có lẽ cả hai đã quên cách yêu như ngày đầu, Có lẽ ta nên dừng… trước khi chẳng còn phép màu… [Hook] Có phải ta vẫn yêu nhưng không còn đủ kiên nhẫn? Có phải ta vẫn nhớ nhưng chẳng biết phải nói sao? Có phải ta vẫn muốn giữ nhưng tay chẳng còn chặt? Hay do tình yêu này… đã nhạt đi từ lâu rồi sao? [Outro] "Em à… có những thứ ta không muốn mất, nhưng vẫn cứ trôi đi… Chỉ mong một ngày nào đó, ta không phải gọi nhau là người cũ… Chỉ mong, khi gặp lại… ta vẫn có thể mỉm cười."

[Verse] I walk this road where the whispers grow loud Skin like the stars wearing it proud They see my strength they call it a fight But it’s just me living my life tonight [Chorus] I’m black I shine what they won’t say They reach for my glow but can’t take away Rhythm in my soul let the beats spill raw Unfold my story break every law [Verse 2] They frame my joy like it’s a surprise Turn my beauty into their disguise Take the culture but can’t take the pain Yet my roots grow stronger in the rain [Chorus] I’m black I shine what they won’t say They reach for my glow but can’t take away Rhythm in my soul let the beats spill raw Unfold my story break every law [Bridge] I know what they want but it’s not for free They crave my magic but they can’t be me My scars are loud my love’s even more Still I rise and I soar [Chorus] I’m black I shine what they won’t say They reach for my glow but can’t take away Rhythm in my soul let the beats spill raw Unfold my story break every law