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1763 Fame is a bee

Fame is a bee.
It has a song —
It has a sting —
Ah, too, it has a wing.
 

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Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding

Ninge așa frumos afară,
Lumea s-a închis în casă,
Și, înfiptă în mâncare,
E mai grasă, mai frumoasă.

Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding

Copilașii unsuroși
Se strecoară-n așternuturi
Și cu pofta de sub unghii
Clănțăne și-nghit rebuturi.

Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding

Iar părinții se îmbată,
Sorb cu zgomot din pocale,
Sfâșie cu dinții, lacomi,
Bucăți din foste animale.

Și se simt mai buni și veseli
Pentru că e sărbătoare,
Fericirea lor depinde
Ding ding ding
Doar de mâncare.

Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding
Ding ding ding

Moș Crăciun, cu un sac de daruri,
Trecea îngândurat pe afară,
O familie de sărmani
L-a răpit și îl prepară.

Iar acum cu bucurie
Vă anunț: lumea-i mai bună,
Suntem toți în farfurie,
Ding ding ding ding
Poftă bună !
Ding ding ding ding
Poftă bună !

Kicks

Girl, you thought you found the answer
On that magic carpet ride last night
But when you wake up in the mornin'
The world still gets you uptight
Well, there's nothin' that you ain't tried
To fill the emptiness inside
When you come back down, girl
Still ain't feelin' right
 
And don't it seem like
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight
No, but not with kicks, you just need help, girl
 
Well you think you're gonna find yourself
A little piece of paradise
But it ain't happened yet, so girl, you better think twice
Don't you see no matter what you do
You'll never run away from you
And if you keep on runnin' you'll have to pay the price
 
And don't it seem like
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight
 
No, you don't need kicks
To help you face the world each day
That road goes nowhere
I'm gonna help you find yourself another way
 
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight
 
Don't it seem like
Kicks just keep gettin' harder to find
And all your kicks ain't bringin' you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late, girl
You better get straight
 

Ocean

I've lost the will too
I've lost my way
I've lost this ocean
It poisoned me
 
People collector
People collector
I'm on the move
For you
 
Oh, and I
Wouldn't lie
Wanna be your...
 
I borrowed bones, I borrowed skin
To save me from the hell I'm in
Your fantasy
And every time I think of you
I see the dark, I hear their hooves
They're coming
They're coming
For you
 
I've lost the will too
I've lost my way
I've lost this ocean
I poisoned me
 
People collecting
People collecting
I'm on the move
For you
 
Oh, and I
Wouldn't lie
Wanna be your...
 
I borrowed bones, I borrowed skin
To save me from the hell I'm in
Your fantasy
And every time I think of you
I see the dark, I hear their hooves
They're coming
They're coming
For you
 

Yellow

Late night bright light in the city
In the back of a yellow with two pretty little bitties
It’s 20 after 12, midtown on the 20s
Got a pocket full of 50s, so I'm watching for the 50
Late night bright light in the city
In the back of a yellow with two pretty little bitties
It’s 20 after 12, midtown on the 20s
Got a pocket full of 50s, so I'm watching for the 50
Yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow
 
Piggy piggy piggies, all I see
Roll around in NYC
And I just try to stay out their way
We get money in Manhattan take it back to BK
 
Yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow
 
From the ground up, black on black Chucks, five-elevens
No shirt, black blazer, why? Selling 'em
A few chains, shades like tint
Hat on slant, thumbs up, yup Fonzerelli
 
[Heems]
Hindu Henry Winkler
Where to? There's two
Women and a rapper in the back of my car
And the apple don’t fall
Far from the tree
Son of my father
Far as I can see
The farthest that I reach
Dollars that I keep and put it in my pocket
Pushing a cab since the Knicks and the Rockets
Yo plus my pops drove a cab homes
Now I drop guap just to bop in the cab home
Dropping a rapper and driving these models
Yo, I just pissed in a bottle
Yo, now I’m on the bridge and no one whips it like a kid
They fake and petty
We can't get petty
They scream like getty
We gas like Getty
Yo, they all freaking funny
Cause Heems teamed up with Weekend Money
 
Yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow
 
I’m chillin like villain, fucking feeling like a main chick
Hotness cold, got niggas ice grilling
My [?] on ten, turn it up to zillion
Feeling red in this bitch like my dick on the mountain
Step into the building double shot off top
They banging Biggie one more chance, followed by 2Pac
This bitch packed like Zucotti during Occupy
And we can't sit on the couches like fuck your couch
Yeah remember that Dave Chappelle shit
 
Yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow yellow
 
Late night bright light in the city
In the back of a yellow with two pretty little bitties
It’s 20 after 12, midtown on the 20s
Got a pocket full of 50s, so I'm watching for the 50