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This could be heaven im livin' in, or shit/ this could be hell, whats worse is, im not sure if there's anyway for me to tell, cause I can feel the heat/ coming from the devil himself/ while laying ontop of the angels sheets under a spell/ deeply in tranced/ but stuck with frozen hands/ Listen' It was the Seventh month, day number 1, when I chose to advance and come/ Into the world, a little white boy with blue eyes and blonde curls/ I never had a big circle when I was coming up/ but for whatever reason, I also never really gave a fuck/ I was busy out tryna see the world and meet differant girls/ going on dates at an early age/ when I shoulda' been hanging with mates/ but hey, it's always when its to late, no ones fault we grew up, both changed and went our seperate ways/ I realised I've been playing with people who had already checked out the game/ So whose to blame? Distance creates distractions, dissapear in an flash and act like none of this shit even happened/ Time will wipe any sign of you even living, to where the memory of your existence becomes completley non existent/ lightning strikes, consistently light up the night like the calender is continuously on the 4th of July/ but the writings on the wall. Fight/ It if you wish/ The one thing I'll always fight to keep alive is my fuckn pride/ its/ because I know who I am/ and i know that I can have more than Iv got because I can become more than I am/ I stand, on what I say/ while lil bitches tryna play, games, breaking your shit the second you walk away, then be the first to point the blame and shit on someone elses name/ Snakes in the grass, constantly slithering past, attempting to disguise themselves behind a transparent mask I'm waking up, in the middle of the night, Cold sweats, reaching out to touch, in a fright, but/ feeling like, your body just/ still might/ be laying right/ next to me, its definitely/ the flashbacks, Feels like I'm in a cage match with the PTSD/ I see the escape latch, right there in sight, but everytime I go to reach/ I'm pulled straight back so iv gotta find/ a way to end this fight' but it just doesnt seem to get easier believe me/ Im tryin/ I'm thinking back on the years, questioning the hand I was dealt, why no peers, came to help, well.. maybe one or 2, but one died, he tried to fight his way out of the hell he was stuck inside but then met a bitch who told him, no one wanted him alive, and shit/ Now the only time I get to see Ty, is when I close my eyes/ And the other one, well he just turned out to be scum, but you win some and you lose some/ What matters, is if you learn to become/ something that's great that started from a mistake, and if you do that, then you've won!

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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 back, Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Gucci on demand. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Vuitton in the bag, Prada in the list. Japan with coupons thought they’d make it gain, but the market stayed low nothing really changed. USA sent checks, promised us gold, but inflation shot up, like a story untold. They promised relief but they knew they would fail, Another bailout but no checks in the mail. They pushing’ the markets they playin’ the game, They winning’ the money we were stuck in shame. They print that money they tell you to spend, Drowning’ in numbers It only makes no sense Nike on my feet, Apple in my hand, Coke on the table, Gucci on demand. Tesla in the streets, Rolex on my wrist, Vuitton in the bag, Prada in the list. Japan with coupons thought they’d make it gain, but the market stayed low nothing really changed. USA sent checks, promised us gold, but inflation shot up, like a story untold.

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(Verse 1) In the heart of Croatia, we stand so tall, Teaching languages, giving students it all. At the crossroads of knowledge, we find our way, LSP teachers, shaping minds every day. From the classroom to the world outside, We teach more than words, we teach them to glide. In every lesson, a future is born, Empowering students, they rise with the dawn. (Chorus) We are the voices of LSP, Guiding the minds of the world to see. At the heart of Croatia, together we grow, With passion and knowledge, we let it all show. We teach for a future, bright and wide, With the Association, we stand with pride. (Verse 2) Across every campus, from north to the south, We bring language to life, from the teacher's mouth. From law to business, to medicine too, LSP connects the world, and it starts with you. With every word, we bridge the gap, Between cultures, between dreams, closing the map. Higher education, we play our part, In opening minds, we ignite the heart. (Chorus) We are the voices of LSP, Guiding the minds of the world to see. At the heart of Croatia, together we grow, With passion and knowledge, we let it all show. We teach for a future, bright and wide, With the Association, we stand with pride. (Bridge) One language, one purpose, united we stand, Helping students make their way through this land. Through LSP, we reach for the sky, Together we learn, together we fly. (Chorus) We are the voices of LSP, Guiding the minds of the world to see. At the heart of Croatia, together we grow, With passion and knowledge, we let it all show. We teach for a future, bright and wide, With the Association, we stand with pride. (Outro) So here's to the teachers, with vision so clear, The Association of LSP, we're always near. Building a future, one word at a time, Together, we’re shaping a world so divine.

[Verse] Pavement's hot, my trainers sizzle, Cronking these beats like a tea-time drizzle, Postcodes poppin', my postcode royal, Bent for the crown, my heritage loyal. [Chorus] Oi bruv, we ain't got time for the lag, Pockets full of dreams in a brown tote bag, Red bus riding, Big Ben chime, Fast lane living, spittin' UK grime. [Verse 2] Chats on the corner, slang game tight, Fox through the alleys, moving in the night, Fish and chips cold, fries all greasy, Swerving this chaos 'cause life ain't easy. [Bridge] East End vibes with a westward lean, Hustling the streets like a punk rock scene, Tea in the veins, biscuits for the armor, London's a jungle but I’m the charmer. [Chorus] Oi bruv, we ain't got time for the lag, Pockets full of dreams in a brown tote bag, Red bus riding, Big Ben chime, Fast lane living, spittin' UK grime. [Verse 3] Brick Lane graff, the walls got a story, Dodging the rain but the puddles look glory, Rolling with a squad, umbrella parade, Dodgy deals done under shadow and shade.

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Yeah, yeah Ayo, opps, it's time. It's time, opps (aight, opps, begin). Straight out the entertaining dungeons of rap. The key drops deep as does my stick. I never sing, 'cause to sing is the mother-in-law of dick. Beyond the walls of melons, life is defined. I think of golf when I'm in a North Pole state of mind. Hope the kick got some tick. My dick don't like no dirty trick. Run up to the sic and get the quick. In a North Pole state of mind. What more could you ask for? The greasy key? You complain about mess. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the me. I'm rappin' to the angel, And I'm gonna move your angell. Cool, strong, ample, like a pixie Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a nixie. I can't take the mess, can't take the pineapple. I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no dapple. I'm rappin' to the angell, And I'm gonna move your angel. Yea, yaz, in a North Pole state of mind. When I was young my mother-in-law had a tree. I waz kicked out without no sea. I never thought I'd see that free. Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother-in-law's flee. A strong handbag is quite the drag. Thinking of golf. Yaz, thinking of golf (golf).

Я тону в учебе, цифры режут, как стекло, Я искал друзей, но, видно, мне не повезло. Волейбол – мой воздух, но дышать уже невмоготу, Я кричу в пустоту, но меня не слышат тут. Одиннадцатый класс – будто клетка без ключа, Дни проходят мимо, серый город, серый час. НИШ – это будто путь, но куда ведет финал? Если честно, я устал, будто в минусах мораль. Книги и задачи – бесконечный лабиринт, Все кричат: «Ты справишься!», но я внутри один. Мне никто не пишет, мне никто не жмет ладонь, Просто цифра в списке, просто тень среди имен. Я тону в учебе, цифры режут, как стекло, Я искал друзей, но, видно, мне не повезло. Волейбол – мой воздух, но дышать уже невмоготу, Я кричу в пустоту, но меня не слышат тут. Я мечтал взлететь, но тут слишком низкий потолок, В голове лишь «надо» — тут не ценят твой поток. Бег по кругу — снова тест, снова стресс, И кому сказать, что я не выдержу весь пресс? Может, это фаза, может, просто надо выждать, Но когда ты одинок — даже волейбол не дышит. Прячусь в зале после пар, оставляя в нем себя, Но из школы в пустоту я шагаю вновь, устав. Я тону в учебе, цифры режут, как стекло, Я искал друзей, но, видно, мне не повезло. Волейбол – мой воздух, но дышать уже невмоготу, Я кричу в пустоту, но меня не слышат тут.

They said I can't have no cookies... But Mommy did! Said I gotta take a nap... But I hid! They ain't think I'd climb that chair, But look! I slid! I told 'em, "Snack time ain't over!" I need one more bite, just a little bit closer! Goldfish, crackers, juice in my cup, Spilled a little bit, Mommy clean it up! They ain't think I'd run so fast, Zoomin’ past the dog, I'm last? Nah! I got cars that go real vroom, Crash ‘em up, clean my room? Uh-oh, I don’t wanna! Why bedtime come like this? Why no more shows? No Paw Patrol? Man... I miss... But Mommy did. She gave one hug, said "I love you, kid." Now I sleep, now I dream, Tomorrow do it all again. Carmine Did!

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