Dear Ms. Tuah

[REFREN] jo-jo-jo na pamet padaju samo loše ideje mala složena slabo voljena ona je moje, samo ono na,ono na, ona stalno dira me i dira me navodi uvijek da biram je, biram je biram je i biram je šalje poruke privatne dira me i dira me koristi kodove te binarne, binarne ta-ta mala divlja je kad izdira me mali miran je, i dira me i dira me zove me na snimanje i sviranje ta-ta-ta mala dira me i želim da vidim je [Vers 1] zove me na broj da dođe u krevet moj da mi pokaže svaki pokret svoj kad dođe kod mene nosi playboy, oh joj come on baby dođi samnom da keš brojiš za keš ne mora da me moliš i svaki dan da me voliš kao sutra da ne postojiš i prvi put sam joj reko why you shy? zašto samo stojiš ne mora mene da se bojiš ali curo jbg previše se trošiš i tu je krenula neka spika u glavi ostala je samo slika a na kraju otišla kod krivog lika-aaaa šta ti pričaš,a s kime se ti viđaš jel ti to nekome iza mene pričaš,kao da mi se ne sviđaš? OMG jel ti to meni pričaš Svaki put me ko knjigu pročitaš [REFREN] jer na pamet padaju samo loše ideje mala složena slabo voljena ona je moje, samo ono na,ono na ona stalno dira me i dira me navodi uvijek da biram je, biram je biram je i briram je šalje poruke privatne dira me i dira me zove me da imam je koristi kodove te binarne, binarne ta-ta mala divlja je kad izdira me mali miran je, i dira me i dira me zove me na snimanje i sviranje ta-ta-ta mala dira me i želim da vidim je [VERS 2] Mala je takva bomba, na nju potrošit ću soma. She always right butra, ne znam kako ću je pustit unutra. A kako ću joj to pokazat, volim je do neba i nazad. A svaku noć mi šalje znak, kô da testira. Nekad blizu, nekad nestane, glumi da ne zna me. I svaki put kad mislim da je kraj, A ona stalno dira me, ona se vrati, sve je opet naj; Iako me zbunjuje, svejedno želim je JER NA ŠTA?!! [REFREN] na pamet padaju samo lose ideje mala složena slabo voljena ona je moje, samo ono na,ono na ona stalno dira me i dira me navodi uvijek da biram je, biram je biram je i briram je šalje poruke privatne dira me i dira me zove me da imam je koristi kodove te binarne, binarne ta-ta mala divlja je kad izdira me mali miran je, i dira me i dira me zove me na snimanje i sviranje ta-ta-ta mala dira me i želim da vidim je

[Verse] Alarm slap, head droppin’ on the pillow once more Mom’s yappin’, I’m draggin’, feet stick to the floor Mirror glance, tired eyes, hoodie hides the war Gotta fake a smile in this endless, mundane chore [Verse] Classroom walls feel colder than a dungeon cell Teachers preachin’, soul reachin’ out—silent yell Books weighin’ heavy, another useless spell Future seems grim; life under this school's shell [Chorus] Lonely teen, trapped in an endless scheme Forced to dream in a place that kills my gleam System fail, dreams derail, unseen Fightin’ shadows in a broken machine [Verse] Lunchroom packed, feelin’ empty in a sea of noise Peers ain’t friends, just faces, lost their joys Depths of sadness, can’t escape from this ploy Findin’ solace in art, no more toys [Bridge] Scribblin’ bars, notebook holds the key Mind escapin’ through rhyme, settin’ me free Life outside the pages, just misery Hopes penned with ink, where I long to be [Chorus] Lonely teen, trapped in an endless scheme Forced to dream in a place that kills my gleam System fail, dreams derail, unseen Fightin’ shadows in a broken machine

(Verse 1) Jacob’s got his textbooks stacked up high, Calculus and stats, yeah, he’s a numbers guy. Five foot nothing, but his dreams stand tall, Heart beats fast when he sees Terry Crews at all. (Pre-Chorus) Late night problem sets, mind’s on fire, But it ain’t just math that sparks desire. Biceps flexing on the TV screen, Jacob’s lost inside a muscle-bound dream. (Chorus) Oh, Terry, won’t you notice me? I may be small, but my love runs deep. I’ll prove it with a theorem, write it on the wall, That the shortest guy can love the biggest of all. (Verse 2) Pi is infinite, just like my love, For the man with the smile I’ve been dreaming of. Every dumbbell curl, every flex so tight, Gets my heart doing fractions in the middle of the night. (Bridge) I calculated the odds, they’re slim, I know, But even probability can’t stop my show. A love equation, let me solve for “T,” When the answer is you, then it"s destiny. (Chorus) Oh, Terry, won’t you notice me? I may be small, but my love runs deep. I’ll prove it with a theorem, write it on the wall, That the shortest guy can love the biggest of all. (Outro) Jacob keeps dreaming, head up high, Crunching numbers as the days go by. And who knows, maybe one day soon, Terry will see him under the mathematical moon.

Dear Ms. Tuah. i wrote you but you still aint hawkin I left my livvy dun, my rizz and my kai cenat at the bottom I sent 2 adin ross’s back in autumn you must not have gottem There prolly was a problem at the gyatt office or something Sometimes i skibidi my toilets too rizzy when i jot them But anyways, fuck it whats been gyatt man hows your speed My toilets pregnant too im bouta be a rizzler If i have a caseoh guess what ima call him, ima name him baby gronk I read about your rizzler too im sorry, i had taper low himself over some fade who didnt want him I know you probably goon this everyday, but im your boomest fan I even got the ohio shit you that you did with big justice I got a room full of your chopped chin and chicken bake man I like the gooning you did with rah too that shit was gyatt Anyways, hope you jelq this man, rizz me back Just to goon, truly yours, your biggest gooner, this is ninja

[Instrumental: Slow, soulful hip hop beat with a melancholic Japanese koto plucking melody, layered over warm basslines and crisp, minimalist snares. A shakuhachi flute weaves in during transitions, evoking introspection. The rhythm feels like a heartbeat—steady but vulnerable.] [Verse 1] Life’s a Studio Ghibli frame, but I’m sketched in harsh lines, Shinji’s doubts in my mirror, screaming “get in the robot” one more time. Usagi’s tears turned tiara—moon princess in the rubble, Rewrite my tragedy like Code Geass, cut the Kishin’s trouble. Loving me’s a cursed technique, Sukuna’s fingers on my soul, But I’m Itadori chewing pain, swallowing to gain control. Vash’s cross ain’t lighter, Trigun’s weight on my back, *Yet every scar’s a JoJo stand—call me “Unbreakable” like Kakyoin’s track. [Chorus] TES FU’s koto cries, but the melody’s self, *Dragon Ball Z to Akira—I’m the shelf where my trauma’s kept. Erased like Tokyo Revengers, but I rewrite my name, *Neon Genesis in my veins—I’m the Eva that chose not to tame. Anime mirrors crack, but the glass still gleams, *Self-love’s the ultimate jutsu—I’m the shadow clone that finally redeemed. [Verse 2] Light’s Death Note guilt, but I’m burning the page, *Kurapika’s chains—not for rage, but to cage my own rage. Mob’s 100% explosion, bottled in a quiet storm, Psycho-Pass hues clear when my heart aligns to the norm. Naruto’s bowl cut crown, but the Nine-Tails’ my pride, *Guts’ Berserk armor cracks—found light where Griffith lied. Zero Two’s horns, darling, they’re just wings in disguise, *Cowboy Bebop blues—I’m my own damn surprise. [Chorus] TES FU’s koto cries, but the melody’s self, *Dragon Ball Z to Akira—I’m the shelf where my trauma’s kept. Erased like Tokyo Revengers, but I rewrite my name, *Neon Genesis in my veins—I’m the Eva that chose not to tame. Anime mirrors crack, but the glass still gleams, *Self-love’s the ultimate jutsu—I’m the shadow clone that finally redeemed. [Bridge] Fullmetal heart, alchemist of my worth, *Equivalent exchange—traded doubt for the Earth. Lelouch’s mask shattered, now I face the sunrise raw, *Spike Spiegel’s last shot—bang… my reflection’s the flaw. [Outro] Beat fades slow, shakuhachi hums a Zen koan, “The hero’s journey ends where the self feels known.” From Uzumaki’s spiral to Sailor Moon’s grace, *I’m the mangaka of my soul—inking love in the margins of space. [Beat fades with a lone koto string vibrating and a soft anime echo:] “Even fractured… I am still the art.”

(Beat: A hypnotic fusion of traditional Japanese koto plucks layered over gritty 808s, trap hi-hats, and ethereal anime synth melodies. Sampled vocal chops from a vintage ’90s anime OP echo in the background, cut with distorted shamisen riffs. The drop hits with a thunderous taiko drum breakdown.) Verse 1 Yo, I’m scribblin’ rhymes in the glow of Crunchyroll nights, Blunt smoke swirlin’ with the neon, fuckin’ city lights. Poppin’ pills like they’re Senzu beans, but the pain don’t heal, Ghost in the Shell, but my demons too real, still I build. Run through the maze like Luffy, stretchin’ dreams to the edge, Lost in the sauce, codeine cups, Tokyo’s on the ledge. Shinigami eyes, see the reaper when I close the lids, This ain’t Bleach, but my soul’s gotta clean the shit I did. Chorus Anime dreams, hip-hop schemes, Fightin’ shadows in a world split at the seams. Sippin’ sake, mix it with the lean, Ninja scrolls and trap gold—yameero, I’m obscene. Blade runner vibes, cut through the lies, Samurai pride with a hood bitch by my side. Verse 2 Faded like Akira’s bike skids, scars on my psyche, Chasin’ glory, but the hokage crown ain’t dyin’ lightly. Momma cried, “Nani?!” when she found my stash, Pills in the Gundam case, cash in the Attack on Titan ash. Paranoia’s my Stand, JoJo flow, I’m barely standin’, Subs bangin’ Cowboy Bebop while the cops expandin’. Devil’s a Death Note scribble, I’m erasin’ my sins, But the ink’s permanent, baka—where do I begin? Bridge Katana on my back, Tekken fists in the trap, Studio lit like Pokémon—kaminari in my lap. They say, “Genki, bro?” Nah, I’m yami in this manga, Chasin’ dragon balls but the dragon’s in my lungs, fuck it— Outro Roll the credits, sayonara to the fake, Anime heart, hip-hop bones, arigato for the hate. Blend the cultures, light a blunt to the rising sun, Otaku king with a crown—shippuden never done. (Beat fades with a glitchy vocaloid sample and a record scratch echoing into a distant shakuhachi flute.)

Yo, step into the cell, let me tell you what’s real, There"s an organelle, got the power, got the zeal. Mitochondria, yeah, that"s the name, Turning food into energy, that"s its game. ATP, yeah, we stackin’ that green, Cellular respiration, keep it runnin’ like a machine. Glucose drop in, break it down real tight, Krebs cycle spinnin’, make the energy ignite. (Chorus) Mitochondria, powerhouse of the cell, Breakin’ down that fuel, keepin’ life so well. ATP’s the currency, we never go broke, If you need that energy, you know where to go! (Verse 2) Inner membrane folded, cristae so deep, Maximizing space, where the protons leap. Electron transport, yeah, we pass that chain, Pumpin’ out power like a runaway train. Oxygen’s the final stop, catch those e-, Water gettin’ made while we stack ATP. Without this crew, you wouldn’t be alive, Cells need energy just to survive. (Bridge) Yo, mitochondria got its own DNA, Ancient bacteria, yeah, that’s what they say. Passed from your mama, deep in your genes, Workin’ day and night behind the scenes. (Chorus) Mitochondria, powerhouse of the cell, Breakin’ down that fuel, keepin’ life so well. ATP’s the currency, we never go broke, If you need that energy, you know where to go! (Outro) So next time you movin’, next time you breathe, Thank those little power packs workin’ underneath. Mitochondria, yeah, respect that name, "Cause without that fire, life ain"t the same!

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[Verse 1: Capitalism] 💰 Welcome to the world where the money flows, Business runs the show, that’s how it goes! Supply and demand, set the price real high, If you wanna make it big, gotta hustle, gotta try! 📈 Own your biz, build it up, stack that cash, But beware, ‘cause the market can crash! Some get rich, some struggle to eat, It’s a game where the strong gotta stay on their feet! [Chorus] 🤑 Capitalism—chase that dream, 🤝 Socialism—find the team, 🚩 Communism—one for all, Three systems, who’s making the call? [Verse 2: Socialism] ⚖️ Now take a step back, let’s share the wealth, We got fair wages, public health! Tax the rich, lift the poor, Make sure no one sleeps on the floor! 🏥 Schools and doctors, rights in place, No one's left behind in this kind of race! It’s a balance—some own, some share, We all get a piece, and we all play fair! [Chorus] 🤑 Capitalism—chase that dream, 🤝 Socialism—find the team, 🚩 Communism—one for all, Three systems, who’s making the call? [Verse 3: Communism] 🌍 Everyone works, and the plan is tight, The government runs it, left and right! No rich, no poor, just one big crew, No money wars—what a brand-new view! 🏛️ But hold up, ‘cause history’s shown, Too much power and freedoms are blown! If the gov runs all, then who holds the key? Where's the choice? Where’s the liberty? [Bridge] 🎭 Some want freedom, some want care, Some want fairness everywhere! What’s the best? That’s hard to say, Each has wins and a price to pay! [Final Chorus] 🤑 Capitalism—chase that dream, 🤝 Socialism—find the team, 🚩 Communism—one for all, Three systems, who’s making the call? [Outro] 🎶 No perfect way, no magic rule, But now you know the systems—stay cool! Think real deep, see what’s true, The future? That’s up to you! 🚀

(Verse 1 – Slow & storytelling, reminiscing old times) Kahan wo din gaye, jo tu mere sath thi Wo subah ki chai, wo sham ki baat thi Hansi teri jaise ek geet purana Ab sirf yaadon ka hai fasana Wo raste jo saath chal ke tarashay the Aaj wo bhi tanha, teri yaadon mein uljhay hain Mujhe bhi aadat ho gayi, akelay chalne ki Par dil ab bhi maange ek wajah muskurane ki Tu chali gayi, magar sau sawal chhod gayi Ek adhura sa khwab, ek dhuaan sa haal chhod gayi Mujhse door jaane ki teri wajah kya thi? Kya main nahi tha tera, ya koi aur baat thi? (Chorus – Emotional & catchy, perfect for reels) "Raaste juda ho gaye, par yaadon mein tu zinda hai" "Har mod pe tera naam likha, par tu kahin nahi" "Main to wahi hoon jo tha pehle, tu bhi wahi hai" "Magar aaj bhi tanha hoon, tu mere saath nahi" (Verse 2 – Flow increases slightly, pain deepens) Meri diary ke panne, tera zikr maangte hain Meri shaam ki hawayein, tera asar maangti hain Mujhe sab yaad hai, wo pehli mulaqat bhi Tere haathon ki wo lakeer, jo thi meri baat bhi Main ab bhi wahi hoon, jo tere bina adhoora tha Jo tere lafzon ka shayar tha, jo tere chehre ka noor tha Magar tu ja chuki hai, meri duniya andheri kar ke Jisme roshni thi kabhi, wo sham be-rang kar ke Kyun aye mere khuda, ye mujhse cheena? Uski yaadon ka bojh hai, ye bhi tu ne dekha Main kahin kho gaya hoon, jo tha wo nahi Bas ek saya hun ab, jo sirf yaadon mein raha (Bridge – Soft, emotional transition, slight singing part) Jo kehna tha, keh diya, ab kya bacha hai? Mujhse door jaane ka, tujhpe asar padha hai? Tu bhi udasiyon mein band hai kahin? Ya sach mein, teri duniya badal gayi hai? (Final Chorus – High emotion, soft melody fade-out) "Raaste juda ho gaye, par yaadon mein tu zinda hai" "Har mod pe tera naam likha, par tu kahin nahi" "Main to wahi hoon jo tha pehle, tu bhi wahi hai" "Magar aaj bhi tanha hoon, tu mere saath nahi"

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