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Just a Man

Oh baby, I'm a mess
And I just can't pretend anymore
Oh baby, I'm sorry
'Cos I'm just not what you've been waiting for
 
I really tried to climb so high
But I've let you down
And this is all that’s left
 
So can you still love me if I'm just a man
Do you still want me now you know that's all I am
I know I didn't always get it right
But I never did you wrong
I'm just a man but I'm all yours
 
Oh baby, I'm broken
I'm just as scared as you and I don't know the answers
But oh baby, you know I love you
And I always did the best I could
 
I know that life can be so unfair
And the battle's never won
But I wanna fight it with you
 
So can you still love me if I'm just a man
Do you still want me now you know that's all I am
I know I didn't always get it right
But I never did you wrong
I'm just a man but I'm all yours
 
There's a relief that comes from failure
And just watching it all crash down
Now I'm naked among the ruins
And all that's left is all I really need
 
Can you still love me if I'm just a man
Do you still want me now you know that's all I am
'Cos I won't always get it right
But I will never do you wrong
I'm just a man, I'm just a man
I'm just a man but I'm all yours
 

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Helpless When She Smiles

She keeps her secrets
In her eyes
She wraps the truth
Inside her lies
Just when I can't say
What she's done to me
She comes to me
And leads me back to paradise

She's so hard to hold
But I can't let go

[Chorus]
I'm a house of cards
in a hurricane
A reckless fire
In the pouring rain
She cuts me and the pain
Is all I wanna feel
She'll dance away just like a child
She drives me crazy
Drives me wild
But I'm helpless when she smiles

[Howie]
She smiles

[Brian]
Maybe I'd fight if I could
It hurts so bad
But feels so good
She opens up just like
A rose to me
When she's close to me
Anything she'd ask me to
I would

It's out of control
But I can't let go

[Repeat Chorus]

When she looks at me
I get so weak

[Repeat Chorus]

FrFr (For Real, For Real)

[Intro: Trae Tha Truth]
For Real, For Real
For Real, For Real
 
[Bridge: Trae The Truth]
Countin' money, count the hard
Got me feelin' like a star
Niggas wanna see me scored
So I got something in the car
Way too many niggas fraud
Hatin' me like it's a joke
I'll be damned if I get rolled
Cuz I'm a send they ass to God
 
[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]
For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real
 
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Niggas hate I got it locked
In these streets they say I'm hot
Bein' Real a' get you got
Probably something that you're not
I just got another Glock
Tell the plug I need another block
And I don't fuck with niggas
Niggas get you popped
That's why I'm on the block wit hundreds and a stock
Who they tryna block? I tell them I ain't fo' it
Play it like I'm Curry, how could you ignore it
Hatin' got you booked, if Stephen King had wrote it
Me I'm doin' me, it's something that's important
I rep for Houston like Whitney nigga
Boy N Da Hood, ain't no Ricky nigga
Try to picture what Audemar fit me nigga
Might just buy the whole spot cuz I'm picky nigga
Me and [?]
He make a call I'm jumpin' out my body
Somebody get hit we like Illuminati
We push it and kick it like we do karate
Now who they gon' try
Tell them to fly and I can get'em the crash
[?] better get your cash
Fuck nigga cut it, I ain't talkin grass
I'm from a place where shit get hard
Everybody out wanna be stars
One on my waist, and got one in the car
Ain't no fear, tryin' not to get scored
Want some millions, turn out some hard
Fuck niggas it's a full time job
Slip up, might turn up robbed
Pissed off now I'm talking to God
 
[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]
For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real
 
[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
Realist nigga nothin' less
I'm the streets and you a guest
All that hatin' got you stressed
Bitch hate on me and get ya pressed
I just got my sack up on everybody
Might pull up trippin with everybody
Clear the block and my clip out on everybody
Not a Migo but Takeoff on everybody
Ain't no time to try to talk and finesse
Disrespect and I'll be at yo' address
If I go to work, I'll bring it right to yo desk
Ain't no H and O I take it right to you chest
Let you make it nigga, how?
You only trap what I allow
King wit it nigga, bow
Fuck next I was now
Fuck with the Truth and shit get out of hand
If we don't lock up I take it to your man
Do what I want all day I have a plan
I'm from the west I get you where you stand
Sick of niggas playin foul
Teach a nigga like a lecture
Run a chopper 'til it catch ya
Might just end up on a stretcher
 
[Bridge: Trae The Truth]
Countin' money, count the hard
Got me feelin' like a star
Niggas wanna see me scored
So I got something in the car
Way too many niggas fraud
Hatin' me like it's a joke
I'll be damned if I get rolled
Cuz I'm a send they ass to God
 
[Hook: Trae The Truth & (Lil Durk)]
For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real (For Real)
For Real, For Real, For Real
 

Throw Them Overboard

If you map out my psychology
It will look like archaeology
I've got no love for this society
I prefer total free autonomy!

Take your newfangled this, and your newfangled that,
And you can line them up and throw them overboard!
Your newfangled this, and your newfangled that,
And you can line them up and throw them overboard!

We've made an art of this horology
To the point of a new theology
I say to hell with modern technology
And we embrace analog mythology!

Take your newfangled this, and your newfangled that,
And you can line them up and throw them overboard!
Your newfangled this, and your newfangled that,
And you can line them up and throw them overboard!

This society's technology
Is an aesthetic anthropophagy
To survive this cultural urology
You have to study alcohology—

Or take your newfangled this, and your newfangled that,
And you can line them up and throw them overboard!
Your newfangled this, and your newfangled that,
And you can line them up and throw them overboard!

The Weapon They Fear

Words, these words of freedom;
A bequest, never to be silenced.
A bequest, never to be silenced... silenced...
 
In this world of lies, the truth - it means resistance;
To make the masses see and sense their needs.
 
He healed so many aching hearts, and wounds.
And threw back the baseness - back to where it came from.
 
Aspired from the middle, of his brothers;
Charged this suffering and oppression.
One single voice became a storm.
His words and melodies - the weapon they fear, the weapon they fear...
 
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came... from where it came.
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
 
A bequest, never to be silenced...
 
Nobody's chosen to suffer.
Nobody's destined to rule.
Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing.
Fettered his hands,
But not, not these words he wrote:
These songs we'll sing!
These songs we'll sing!
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came.
Threw back the baseness - back from where it came...
 
['Silence and screams are the end of my song.' - Victor Jara.]