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[Verso] Ciudades caídas desgastadas por el tiempo Al despertar en este mundo tan letal Los muertos se levantan y te quieren devorar Corre lejos o quédate a luchar [Estribillo] Ohhhhh oooohhh no hay lugar seguro Bajo el sol rojo todo es impuro Corre libre o enfrenta el apuro En esta tierra todo es oscuro [Verso 2] Calles vacías llenas de sombras y miedo Los edificios tiemblan con cada paso que das Mirada perdida buscando un destello Pero solo encuentras más y más almas en paz [Estribillo] Ohhhhh oooohhh no hay lugar seguro Bajo el sol rojo todo es impuro Corre libre o enfrenta el apuro En esta tierra todo es oscuro [Puente] Gritos lejanos que te hielan el alma Susurros que rompen la calma Sigues caminando sin poder hallar Un rincón donde el mal no pueda llegar [Estribillo] Ohhhhh oooohhh no hay lugar seguro Bajo el sol rojo todo es impuro Corre libre o enfrenta el apuro En esta tierra todo es oscuro

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before his third bowel move. (needs a doctor) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em in (click to receive) Hybrew’s got a million songs More jams than college kids smoke bongs Guitar’s on fire, drums keep the time Flooding your phone with another rhyme (look in the mirror and whine, saggy boobs is a crime) Family group chat’s blowin up again (never included) New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, most say insane you know You click that the thing replay it again and again (share and subscribe) Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. (nobody ever replies) He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real (I thought I had talent) One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs (throw noodles on the wall see what sticks) One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night. Mosquitos get raid and maybe I"ll get paid. Like old school mafia maybe I"ll get made.

Al filo de la noche, camino sin temor, mi vida se disuelve en destellos de color. La sombra del adiós murmura en mi interior, pero en cada latido renace un nuevo fulgo Entre luces y penumbras, se enciende un reflejo, tu sonrisa es el faro que alumbra mi viejo trayecto. El miedo a la soledad se esfuma en un flash, en el eco del silencio, tu amor vuelve a brillar. En mi último acto, vuelvo a renacer, en un cine de emociones donde el alma puede ver la magia de un reencuentro en cada parpadeo; tu amor es mi destino, mi eterno deseo. En la penumbra del tiempo se oculta la verdad, cada recuerdo es un faro que me impulsa a volar. No temo a la oscuridad, porque en ella se enlaza la fuerza de tu abrazo con mi esencia que abraza. Luces que desfilan, escenas de un sueño fugaz, donde el final se convierte en un nuevo empezar. Un viaje sin límites, entre estrellas y pasión, cada nota de este vuelo revela tu vibración. En mi último acto, vuelvo a renacer, en un cine de emociones donde el alma puede ver la magia de un reencuentro en cada parpadeo; tu amor es mi destino, mi eterno deseo. Cuando el telón caiga y la noche se vuelva paz, mi alma se eleva al cielo en un lazo que no se deshace jamás. El adiós es solo un susurro, un breve instante sutil, para encontrarnos de nuevo en un ciclo sin fin.

[Verse] Calle caliente, sin calma en los caseríos Tumban puertas, buscando los desvíos Malianteo abierto, pistolas en la cintura Donde el respeto se gana con bravura [Chorus] En el caserío, se siente la presión Donde el ruido de balas marca el son Droga y calle, siendo la lección Sobreviviendo al ritmo del cañón [Verse 2] Lampos azules rompen la noche muda Correteando sombras, la calma se esfuma En cada esquina, el negocio próspera Maliante con máscara, la ley desespera [Chorus] En el caserío, se siente la presión Donde el ruido de balas marca el son Droga y calle, siendo la lección Sobreviviendo al ritmo del cañón [Verse 3] Manos marcadas con el olor al perico En el barrio, el narco se vuelve rico Jovencitos en la esquina, vida de vicio Cuánto vale tu vida, depende del juicio [Bridge] Miradas frías, desconfianza en la acera Una traición, y te miden la carrera Respiras miedo, noches sin luna llena Sobreviviendo al caos de esta condena

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before he even moves Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em all Hybrew’s got a million songs Every day, another one’s gone Guitar’s on fire, drums keep time Flooding your phone with another rhyme Family group chat’s blowin’ up again New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, some say insane But you know you’re gonna click that play again Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before he even moves Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em all Hybrew’s got a million songs Every day, another one’s gone Guitar’s on fire, drums keep time Flooding your phone with another rhyme Family group chat’s blowin’ up again New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, some say insane But you know you’re gonna click that play again Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night

Wakes up early with a tune in his head Picks up his guitar, lets the riff spread Switches to drums, lays down the groove Got a hundred ideas before he even moves Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From metal to blues, funk to the soul Hybrew won’t stop ‘til he’s sent ‘em all Hybrew’s got a million songs Every day, another one’s gone Guitar’s on fire, drums keep time Flooding your phone with another rhyme Family group chat’s blowin’ up again New demo sent to every friend Some say genius, some say insane But you know you’re gonna click that play again Emails fly, texts roll in Another track, man, where do we begin From country to jazz, doom to punk Hybrew won’t stop. there"s a jam called thunk"d (Soundcloud check it out) Hybrew’s got a million songs Hell,every day, he"s got another one. Guitar’s on fire, phone alert again at night Flooding your phone annoying alright. He don’t need no label deal Ain’t going for fame, just recording what’s real One man band with a dream so strong By the time you reply, he’s got three more songs One day gone, five tracks made Another riff and musical tracks laid. Hybrew’s still jammin’ with no end in sight Better check your inbox, he sent one last night

Rolling hills where the rivers run wide Coal dust settles on the county line Backroad winding, no rush, no race Just a slow kind of life, built on grit and grace We stand tall, we stand free In the heart of West Virginia, that’s all we need From the farms to the town, let the voices be heard We ride with the pride of The Thundering Herd Friday nights under stadium lights Marshall green shining, burning bright Echoes of legends, we never forget Through the struggle and pain, we ain"t done yet (Randy Moss, Byron Leftwich, and another white dude that played quarterback) From the hollers to the hills, we stay strong Singin’ country songs, workin’ all day long Through the highs and the lows, one thing’s for sure West Virginia’s heartbeat will always endure We stand tall, we stand free In the heart of West Virginia, that’s all we need From Walmart to town, let the voices be heard We ride with the pride of The Thundering Herd. (the color is green not amber"s turd) So raise that flag, let the mountains ring For Huntington’s spirit and the strength we bring Through the trials and the fight, we remain undeterred Forever we march with The Thundering Herd (O-H-I-O— Just kidding, W-V-U ain"t got nothing on me )

Ballad of Armpit, Ohio Middle of nowhere with nothing but cornfields everywhere. The only thing you see outside of towns. Tractors Combine, soybeans and hay, and horse drawn buggies. (horse power) Their horses drop loads of apples on the roads. (huge turds) The olivesburg general store serves quality ice cream to patriotic Americans. Right down the road on 96: Flip "em around and it"s 69. Cow dung on your boots and not saying it"s wrong. (you do you) But like Three Eleven: I stay strong all along. I learned from the amish, the farmers, the Mansfield and Ashland Ohio brew throughs. Yeah you can buy beer in a drive through. That"s right : you can buy beer in a drive through. buying beer in a drive through. Did you listen to the song and did ya hear? You can go to: A drive through to buy beer. (genius idea) Seems safe to me, but that"s the middle of Ohio, middle of nowhere, the armpit of America. (O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O) Smoke the flower and weed nuggles, there"s place in Ohio named Ruggles. Corn Rows. Combines and very limited afros. So many Amish and Mennonite Clowns. Cornhole game. Cornhole toss. West Virginia and Randy Moss. (greatest receiver of all time) Paint a picture like my man bob ross. Hang on Sloopy. Sloopy Hang on. (O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O) From sane to insanity, next up on Hannity. What about Gutfeld or Watters World, maybe some O"Rielly Factor. Rachel Maddow is an idiot with a dumb looking hairdo. That"s right, a dudes hairdo. (bull dyke only talks about the 3rd Reich) Uncle Google got nothing to do with Microsoft Bing but they do the same thing. Bill Gates, Hates America. Libs do too. Where"s Waldo or Where"s Snowden? Nevermind, We got off track so back to the amish. (horse apples) They make solid wood furniture and quality quilts. Mattress Mack (shout out Houston) Ashland, Olivesburg, Adario, and Savannah, (olde Keyes is out of business; had a pizza burger with the cheese and pepperoni inside the meat) Mansfield Corn Rows (ghetto AF) Drugs involved. Then the pig farms. (they be dang stanky) (O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O) (sloopy hang on) Welcome to the armpit of America. (beer drive through and horse apples, too) Must not be so bad if you"re still here. Take out the trash. (O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O)(O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O) (fades out)

Ballad of Armpit, Ohio Middle of nowhere with nothing but cornfields everywhere. The only thing you see outside of towns. Combine tractors, soybeans and hay, and horse drawn buggies. (horse power) Their horses drop loads of apples on the roads. (huge turds) The olivesburg general store serves quality ice cream and sandwiches. Right down the road on 96: Flip "em around and it"s 69. Cow dung on your boots and I might be wrong. But like Three Eleven: I stay strong all along. I learned from the amish, the farmers, the Mansfield and Ashland Ohio brew throughs. Yeah you can buy beer in a drive through. That"s right : you can buy beer in a drive through. buying beer in a drive through. Did you listen to the song and did ya hear? You can go to: A drive through to buy beer. (genius idea) Seems safe to me, but that"s the middle of Ohio, middle of nowhere, the armpit of America. (O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O) Smoke the flower and weed nuggles, there"s place in Ohio named Ruggles. Corn Rows. Combines and very limited afros. So many Amish and Mennonite Clowns. Cornhole game. Cornhole toss. West Virginia and Randy Moss. (greatest receiver of all time) Paint a picture like my man bob ross. Hang on Sloopy. Sloopy Hang on. (O-H-I-O, O-H-I-O) From sane to insanity, next up on Hannity. What about Gutfeld or Watters World, maybe some O"Rielly Factor. Rachel Maddow is an idiot with a dumb looking hairdo. That"s right, a dudes hairdo. (bull dyke only talks about the 3rd Reich) Uncle Google got nothing to do with Microsoft Bing but they do the same thing. Bill Gates, Hates America. Libs do too. Where"s Waldo or Where"s Snowden? Nevermind, We got off track so back to the amish. (horse apples) They make solid wood furniture and quality quilts. Mattress Mack (shout out Houston) Ashland, Olivesburg, Adario, and Savannah, (olde Keyes is out of business; had a pizza burger with the cheese and pepperoni inside the meat) Mansfield Corn Rows (ghetto) Farmlands. (stank) Ohio. (sloopy hang on) Welcome to the armpit of America. (beer drive through and horse apples, too)

[Verse] We take the field with fire in our eyes Our hearts pounding with the fans" wild cries We"re faster than lightning bold and strong We fight together right or wrong [Verse 2] Green and gold or blue and white United as one we’ll stand and fight We’ll break the chains we won’t back down Fight for our city our beloved town [Chorus] Raise your voices roar with pride Together as one side by side Every player hears your call In this game we"ll give our all [Verse 3] From the stands a sea of cheer Every challenge we"ll face no fear Hear the echoes of our name In the annals of the game [Bridge] Victory calls us near and far We"ll shine brighter than any star Each tackle and each score We"ll be legends forevermore [Chorus] Raise your voices roar with pride Together as one side by side Every player hears your call In this game we"ll give our all

Kaun Mehfooz (Verse 1) Mehfooz, Mehfooz, kaun Mehfooz? Dil se jo sabki sunta, woh Mehfooz Sapne jo saare poora karta hai Har raah pe saath chalta hai (Chorus) Mehfooz, Mehfooz, kaun Mehfooz? Jo bhi aaye mushkil raaste, woh Mehfooz Himmat kabhi na haarta hai Doston ka sacha yaar hai (Verse 2) Mehfooz hai har ik baat mein Hasna, rona, sabhi jazbaat mein Uski kahaniyon ka rang alag hai Jahan jaaye bas khushiyon ka sang hai (Chorus) Mehfooz, Mehfooz, kaun Mehfooz? Jo bhi aaye mushkil raaste, woh Mehfooz Himmat kabhi na haarta hai Doston ka sacha yaar hai (Bridge) Mehfooz ki duniya rang birangi Uski baaton mein khushbu hai roshni Har lamhe ko jeene ka junoon hai Suno sab yeh, yeh kaun Mehfooz hai (Outro) Mehfooz, Mehfooz, kaun Mehfooz? Sath ho jo uska, sabko lage mehfooz Uski muskurahat hai sab pe bhaari Jeena hai Mehfooz ke rang mein pyaari