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Little Wing

All her friends call her Little Wing
But she flies rings around them all
She comes to town when the children sing
And leaves them feathers as if they fall
She leaves them feathers as if they fall
Little Wing, don't fly away
When the summer turns to fall
Don't you know some people say
The winter is the best time of them all
Winter is the best of all.

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NYC Bitche$

What's poppin' in the BK, Prospect Expressway
Fuck that museum shit unless it's first Saturday
Bitches be in Bushwick, they all live in Bushwick
They all love Bushwick but I say 'FUCK THAT SHIT'
Pull over by the Burg
Hipster pussy market
Feelin' on these vegans despite the smell of armpits
The skinny ones are artists, it's obvious they starving
Your shit art don't pay bills it eats Ramen
 
New York City Bitch, that's where I come from
Not where I moved to on Mom and Dad's trust fund
New York City bitch, that's how I'm rolling
You out-of-state fakes get your iPad stolen
 
What exactly is in Red Hook, aside from Ikea
Can I take a train there? No idea
Traffic on Atlantic, bitches stay alien
Yo peep that mess Jay-Z call a stadium
Uptown bro-fest, 20-something douchebags
'Let's get a pint bro, yo where the skanks at?'
East Village poppin', college kids coppin'
Drank too much now the IVs droppin'
West Fourth pizza, stop in front of Joe's
Chillin' with the lezzies outside of the Cubbyhole
Ave of the Americas, driving in the bike lane
Sloppy ass bitches coming out of the PATH train
Bitch, where your pants at? It's 25 degrees out
You eatin' nachos on the block with your pussy out
Queensbridge Projects, Long Island City
Forest motherfuckin' Hills, bitch, get shitty
 
New York City Bitch, that's where I come from
Not where I moved to on Mom and Dad's trust fund
New York City bitch, that's how I'm rolling
You out-of-state fakes get your iPad stolen
 
No I'm not from Flushing, I wonder why you think that
Citi Field, bitch, where the overpriced drinks at
What's poppin' in the Bronx, Third Avenue Bridge
All the tranny hookers on the point get it in
Blunts in the whip, now we got the munchies
I wonder if the corner store still sell loosies
 
New York City Bitch, that's where I come from
Not where I moved to on Mom and Dad's trust fund
New York City bitch, that's how I'm rolling
You out-of-state fakes get your iPad stolen
 

BYOB (Be Your Own Boss)

[Intro]
We packin' diamond pistols!
 
[Verse 1: Noel Miller]
I'm a boss, bitch, I don't do no clockin' (Do no clockin')
You say you runnin' shit, boy, you just walkin' (You)
Top dog, downline, gets to poppin' (Gets to poppin')
I done put the fuckin' game in a coffin (Bitch)
The 720 Off-White (Mmm)
The Rollie on my wrist like a dog bite (Yeah)
Money comin' in my sleep, you workin' long nights
But you can have this shit too, lemme tell you 'bout this Herbalife
 
[Chorus 1: Noel Miller]
They say my business illegitimate (Illegitimate)
But there's levels to this shit, it ain't no pyramid, uh (It ain't no pyramid)
Why keep your funds limited? (Why, why?)
You like the sound of money? Boy, I got the instrument
They say my business illegitimate (Illegitimate)
But there's levels to this shit, it ain't no pyramid (It ain't no pyramid)
Why keep your funds limited? (Why, why?)
You like the sound of money? Boy, I got the instrument
 
[Verse 2: Cody Ko]
Yeah, I wake up when I want (When I want)
J up with the boys, check my stocks
I'm self-made, bitch, I started at my 'rents place (My 'rents)
I got this money and I moved into my friend's place (Yeah)
Fuck a 9-5, I'm makin' cake (Makin' cake)
You got a boss? Boy, I can't relate (I can't relate)
In a whip, bitch, I'm workin' on my tape (Yeah)
Perks of the gig, lemma tell you 'bout Postmates
 
[Chorus 2: Cody Ko]
They say what I'm doin' is a waste (Doin' is a waste)
I'm goin' places, man, you know that ain't the case (Know that ain't the case)
Lemme play you my EP, it's takin' shape (It's takin' shape)
Hop in my Lyft, I can take you any place (Take you any place)
They say what I'm doin' is a waste (Doin' is a waste)
I'm goin' places, man, you know that ain't the case (Know that ain't the case)
Lemme play you my EP, it's takin' shape (It's takin' shape)
Hop in my Lyft, I can take you any place (Take you any place)
 

I exist I exist I exist

Baby please, it's the way you speak
Forming words so easily
And I think of the way you think
It keeps me from falling asleep
In that grave I call a bed
'Til you called me up and said
 
'I haven't stopped crying
My father's been drinking
I need a place to stay
I don't want to be here
He's saying the words that
He promised he would never say
That liquid he consumes
Makes him speak the truth'
 
And I said no, it's not that at all
It's that bottle of lies for a troubled heart
It's standing on the edge of a mountain top
Screaming anything he wants
Like, 'Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me
Because I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist, I exist'
 
I remember the way you shook
It's a shame that we're not soul mates
'Cause if I didn't know better, I'd say this feels pretty good
And how could I be scared?
When I stretch and feel you're there
 
So shut your mouth
'Cause these words will speak themselves
I can feel them in these blankets
And they're surrounding your figure, embraced in the quilts
And I can't help but think
You're my missing puzzle piece
 
I wake up in the hallway, I'm looking for sunlight
With rays that will cure me of the pain that keeps my lungs tight
Ignoring the voices and feelings that tell me
To get out of this house
I can't make them stop
I'm just like my mom
 
And you said no
These demons will fall
You're so precious to us all
And I said I
I can't do this alone
I still need you to hold
So don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't let go, don't let go
Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm afraid
 

Deck The Halls

(Fa la), fa la (la la)
(Fa la), fa la la la la la
 
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
This is a season to be jolly
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
Don we now our gay apparel
(Fa-la-la, la-la-la)
Oh, troll the ancient Yuletide carol
 
(Fa la), fa la (la la)
(Fa la), fa la la la la la
(Fa la), fa la (la la)
(Fa la), fa la la la
 
See the blazing Yule before us.
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
Come on and strike the harp and join the chorus.
(Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la)
Follow me in every measure.
(Fa-la-la, la-la-la)
Oh, while I tell of Yuletide treasure.
 
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Fa-la-la-la-la
‘Tis the season to be jolly
Fa-la-la-la-la
Don we now a chute apparel
Fa-la-la-la-la
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol
Fa-la-la-la-la.
 
Fa la, la la la la la (5x)
 
Fa-la-la-la-la, fa-la-la-la-la, oh, whoa
Don we now our gay apparel
Fa-la-la-la-la
 
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
‘Tis the season to be jolly
 
Follow me in every measure
While I tell of Yuletide treasure.
 
Fa la, la la la la la (Repeat ad lib and fade)