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Ganoven

(Strophe 1)
Es ging zu Ende im Vorbeigehen
Ganz leise und verschleppt
Gestern war'n wir noch Ganoven
Heute bist du nur noch weg
 
Ich stolp're über Fotos
Und meine Finger zittern leicht
Gestern war'n wir noch Piraten
Heut ist alles vorbei
 
(Refrain)
Ich nehm' uns das nicht übel
Es ist nur schade drum
Wir waren doch echt gut zusammen
Waren doch so gut
 
Und du warst so Vieles für mich
Doch heut sind wir nur noch Fremde
Alle Zeiten, auch die Guten
Geh'n halt mal zu Ende
 
(Strophe 2)
Du schaust heimlich auf den Boden
Wenn du mich siehst
Gestern waren wir noch Ritter
Heute sitzt die Stille tief
 
So Vieles was ich in mir trage
Wie viel ich von Dir weiß
Gestern waren wir unschlagbar
Heut' interessier ich Dich n Scheiß aber
 
(Refrain)
Ich nehm' uns das nicht übel
Es ist nur schade drum
Wir waren doch echt gut zusammen
Waren doch so gut
 
Und du warst so vieles für mich doch
Heut sind wir nur noch Fremde
Alle Zeiten, auch die Guten
Geh'n halt mal zu Ende
 
(Bridge)
Du tust so schrecklich stark
Rauchst ne Menge Zigaretten
Dabei weißt du selbst
In Dir sieht's ziemlich anders aus
 
Und Du sitzt nur da
Hast unsere Geschichten vergessen
Wir waren wie eine Jahreszeit
Wir gingen einfach so vorbei
 
(Refrain)
Ich nehm' uns das nicht übel
Es ist nur schade drum
Wir waren doch echt gut zusammen
Waren doch so gut
 
Und du warst so vieles für mich doch
Heut sind wir nur noch Fremde
Alle Zeiten, auch die Guten
Geh'n halt mal zu Ende
 

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A Year

[Verse 1]
There was a time when I thought I was the one to leave
I should have known, maybe I was a bit too much not ...
 
[Pre-Chorus]
But you gave me the sun oh, I needed, I needed
So I'll wait for you, it's only, only
A year
A year
A year
Oh, a year
 
[Chorus]
Oh a year, oh a year away from the north sea
A year away from me
A year away from everything and nothing
 
[Verse 2]
Oh, first day after depart you felt so certain
I was alone, but I knew that I wasn't the one to complain
 
[Pre-Chorus]
But you gave me the sun, oh, I needed
I needed
So I'll wait for you, its only
A year
A year
A year
Oh yeah
 
[Bridge]
Dark sky ... and I let you go I let you in
The sky is ... when I want you back I want you in
Dark sky ... I let you go I let you in
The sky is ... when I want you back I want you in
Dark sky ... and I let you go I let you in
The sky is ... when I want you back I want you in
 
[Chorus]
Oh a year, a year away from the north sea
A year away from me
A year away from everything and nothing
Oh a year, a year away from the north sea
A year away from me
A year away from everything and nothing
Oh oh
 

Think About That

[Verse 1]
Mmm, yeah, yeah
I've carried this load for way too long
I couldn't let you go, under a spell of don't, don't, don't
Ego reaction
Guess I was holding up face
By saving your ass
You spent my money and I lost their faith
 
[Pre-Chorus]
I screamed 'Yes', you told me 'Nah'
You fed me fear, I spoke to God
I was living my dreams through your eyes
Building my life on your lies, yeah
 
[Chorus]
You just laughed when I cried
Think about that
Who lives the real sacrifice
Think about that
Think about that
Think about
Think about that, wow
 
[Verse 2]
All you disturb is my work and my patience
Years of grinding, you took it, you broke it
All cause you fake it
You wanna be famous
Say it, you wanna be famous
Using my juice
You were thirsty as fuck
Always late, always faded
 
[Pre-Chorus]
I screamed 'Yes', you told me 'Nah'
You fed me fear, I spoke to God
I was living my dreams through your eyes
Building my life on your lies, yeah
 
[Chorus]
You just laughed when I cried
Think about that
Who lives the real sacrifice
Think about that
Think about that
Think about
Think about that
Think about that
Think about that
 
[Verse 3]
Think about that time when you blamed me
Think about that time when I called you up
And I said I needed saving
Think about that time when you said you cared
You were lying, try'na phaze me
Think about that time when I got sick
And you made me go on stage
Think about that time when you used my fate
To stack up on your paper
Think about that time you told my label lies, you said 'She's crazy'
Think about the fact they see it now
You're a shark, a cheat, a traitor (shark, a cheat, a traitor)
[Chorus]
Think about that
Think about that
Think about (hey)
Think about it
Think about it (oh, no)
Think about that (yeah)
Think about that
 

Teacher

[Intro: Edwin]
Yo, it's PRETTYMUCH
Comin' through, comin' from you live, you know
I'm just tryna figure out what you can be
Cause uh... AYE!
 
[Chorus: All, Nick]
You could be my teacher (where they at?)
You could be my boss (where they at?)
Oh, you could be my lover, (where they at?)
You could be my car (where they at?)
Baby I could drive ya (oh) anywhere you want (slow, slow)
Ah, you could be my teacher (where they at?)
Oh yeah, you could be my boss (skrt)
 
[Verse 1: Edwin & Brandon]
So tell me your wish
I could do the night or the day shift (day shift)
You could find my name on your playlist
Your favorite girl, yeah
And on the real tip (real)
Everything we do is salacious (yeah)
Meet me in your room or the basement
Escapin' girl, yeah (oh yeah)
 
[Pre-Chorus: Austin]
Like that Prada you stole
Put me on like your clothes
We can rock nice and slow
Yeah me and you, true
 
[Chorus: All, Nick]
You could be my teacher (where they at?)
You could be my boss (where they at?)
Oh, you could be my lover, (where they at?)
You could be my car (where they at?)
Baby I could drive ya (oh) anywhere you want (slow, slow)
Ah, you could be my teacher (where they at?)
Oh yeah, you could be my boss (skrt)
 
[Verse 2: Zion]
It's your birthday
Every single day it's your birthday
I can make you feel like Tinashe
In every way, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
And when the beat drops
We'll keep on dancin' cause we can't stop
We'll be connected like a hotspot
I got Wi-Fi, girl
 
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon & Edwin]
Like that Prada you stole
Put me on like your clothes
We can rock nice and slow
Me and you, true (yeah, that's true)
 
[Chorus: All Nick, Edwin (Zion)]
You could be my teacher (where they at?)
You could be my boss (where they at?)
(You could be my boss)
Oh, you could be my lover (where they at?)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You could be my car (where they at?)
(Said you could be girl)
Baby I could drive ya (oh) oh
Anywhere you want
(Yeah anywhere you want baby)
Ah, you could be my teacher (where they at?)
(Ya, oh yeah)
Oh yeah, you could be my boss (I don't give a what)
 
[Post-Chorus: All, Zion]
Cause uh...
I like you, I want you (I like you)
Indeed baby, take a seat baby (I like you)
I like you, I want you
Indeed baby, take a seat baby (I like you)
I like you, I want you
Indeed baby, take a seat baby
I like you (oh, oh), I want you
Indeed baby, take a seat baby
 
[Outro: Brandon]
Ooh! Aye!
 

Gerontion

Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;
Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.
 
I an old man,
A dull head among windy spaces.
 
Signs are taken for wonders. “We would see a sign”:
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger
 
In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero
With caressing hands, at Limoges
Who walked all night in the next room;
By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles; Fraulein von Kulp
Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door. Vacant shuttles
Weave the wind. I have no ghosts,
An old man in a draughty house
Under a windy knob.
 
After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What’s not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what’s thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
 
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours. Think at last
We have not reached conclusion, when I
Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the backward devils
I would meet you upon this honestly.
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be adulterated?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer contact?
 
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do,
Suspend its operations, will the weevil
Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a a sleepy corner.
 
Tenants of the house,
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.