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雪が舞い散る夜空 
二人寄り添い見上げた
繋がる手と手の温もりは
とても優しかった

淡いオールドブルーの 雲間に消えて行くでしょう
永遠へと続くはずの あの約束

あなたの傍にいるだけで ただそれだけで良かった
いつの間にか膨らむ 現実(いま)以上の夢に気付かずに

どんな時もどこにいる時でも
強く強く抱き締めていて
情熱が日常に染まるとしても
あなたへのこの想いはすべて
終わりなどないと信じている
あなただけずっと見つめているの

交わす言葉と時間 姿も変えていくでしょう
白い頬に解けた それは月の涙

「行かないで、もう少しだけ」何度も言いかけては 
「また会えるよね?きっと 」何度も自分に問いかける

突然走り出した 
行く先の違う二人 もう止まらない
沈黙が想像を超え引き裂いて
一つだけ許される願いがあるなら
「ごめんね」と伝えたいよ

いくら思っていても届かない
声にしなきゃ 動き出さなきゃ
隠したままの二人の秘密
このまま忘れられてしまうの?
だから...ねぇ、早く今ココに来て。。。

あなたの傍にいるだけで ただそれだけで良かった
今度めぐり会えたら もっともっと笑い合えるかな...

どんな時もどこにいる時でも
強く強く抱き締めていて
情熱よりアツイ体温-ねつ-で溶かして
あなたへのこの想いはすべて
終わりなどないと信じている
あなただけずっと見つめているの

どうして大切なものって儚くうつろ
やさしさが微笑みさえ色を変えていく
尖る言葉並べてぶつけ合った気持ちは
投げつけた分の激しさで僕の胸を切り付ける

愛してるのに愛せない
澄んだ瞳がなおさらにまぶしすぎて苛立ちが募る
抱きしめたくて抱けなくて
行き場なくす僕の手から
零れ落ちてく ねぇ君のことを愛してる

いつから迷ったのかな はぐれた2人
求めれば求めるほど愛を見失う
どこにいるの教えて 欲しいものはなかった
迷いもなく好きだといえば君のもとへ行けるかな

戻りたいのに戻れない
無邪気すぎてたあの場所は記憶の中日差しに揺れてる
わかりたいのにわからない
もがきながら傷つけてた
伝えたい言葉 ねえ君のことを愛してる

あぁ叶うならどうか名前も知らないままの2人から
もう一度出会って辿りなおしてみたい君と

なにも言わず君を抱いてしまえばいいのかい 
ねぇ涙色に染まる頬も照らせないまま濡れる心
間違いと間違いが交わりこじれて
せめてあの日までの巻き戻し方を ねぇ教えて

愛してるのに愛せない
澄んだ瞳がなおさらにまぶしすぎて苛立ちが募る
抱きしめたくて抱けなくて
行き場なくす僕の手から
零れ落ちてく ねぇ君のことを愛してる

[Intro]
I got too much
Ooh
Haha
Yeah

[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash

[Verse 1]
Fast, fast
Different class
Two gon’ need rehab
Nightmares make me laugh
They wear, masks
Man who got the facts?
Went back to the trap
Pockets jump like jacks
Yeah
They tell me get it and I’m on his back
Six will play you like a quarterback
Had to ask about who taught her that
I just focus on what’s here and there
All that extra shit ain’t gonna last
You be letting all your moments pass
We just reaching for the stars and past

[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, don’t pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash

[Verse 2]
Better tell ’em ’bout me
Tell ’em turn me up
I step in Saint Laurent
Same color Henny-punch
Bro got to send me up
I need the bread for lunch
I got her head by brunch
I only met her once
Where I be dressin’ like everyday easter
I touch a pack and go hasta la vista
Came from the gutter need my wallet greasy
Play with my boys we gon’ Friday-thirteenth ya
When you get money it’s harder to reach ya
I need two demons identical features
Fucking on twins that’s identical creachers
You niggas stuck in the bleachers

[Chorus]
I got too much weed in my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, don’t crash
Fast, no pass, this one, my blunt
I got too much lean in my cup
Live like rock stars, pop stars, cop cars
On our, ass, dash, dash

[Intro: Rick Ross]
(Hoe overboard!)
It’s only one Christopher Colombus
A.k.a The Big Fish
Uhh

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
All blue Ferrari, bitches think it’s crip
I tip the valet then it’s straight to V.I.P
We rocking side to side, just like we in a boat
We moving units and we selling coke
I walk the city like I run the coast
Shorty started swimming when she seen the boat
They jumping ship, shawty jumping ship
We the shit, niggas getting rich
She got a pretty smile and got an ass
Diddy shot, I got Cîroc all in my glass
You deserve a nigga with a yacht
Fat nigga with a lot, yah

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
She got her hair down to her ass
King of diamonds, got her throwing cash
It should be a crime, she a dime
Sending pussy pics, that’s all the time
Come to the boss and get your raise
All the hoes hating from a fake page
You the shit, shawty, you the shit
Plead the fifth, they gone plead the fifth
I got your ex liking my pics
Even wrote a comment, life’s a bitch
Life vest, he need a life vest
Yacht club with the pyrex

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Big booty bitches live on the Gram
Big money baller, so they know just who I am
A Lonzo Ball [?]
All the cheerleaders I fuck ’em all
I’m confident I’m wealthy in a nigga afterlife
Rich forever, definition of a sacrifice
So, hold my hand and we can run the world
Loyalty will get you everything that you deserve
I left the Lamborghini in Miami
I took the Wraith with me to Cincinatti
I gotta driver who keep all the sticks
For pussy niggas who be jumping ship

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Got me on the lookout for the baddest bitch
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
Hoes jumping ship, hoes jumping ship
I just listen for the splash
They just looking for the cash

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Helluva made this beat, baby
Haa
Meek, you got your strap?
Ain’t nothin’ to talk ’bout
Let’s get it

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
If I wanted a nigga gone, he a dead man (He through)
Say my name on his song, he a dead man (That’s your ass)
Tryna hide behind your niggas, that’s your man’s ass (nigga)
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Don’t get it twisted, bitch, we still got them Scooby Doo vans (Still slidin’)
Fuck with me, I’ma come to where you stand
And walk in your house with big shit like I’m finna move in
(Tell that bitch, we in this bitch)
Let me say that I don’t wanna see you bustlin’ (Kill the niggas)
Niggas in your backyard and on your front grass (We here)
And then don’t shot cribs, they gon’ give you one chance
Like nigga, come outside or we gon’ come in, boy

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (Brr)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, nigga diss me in these raps, how we gon’ go about it (We gon’ go about it)
When we wack ’em, shit Obama prolly gon’ know about it (Brr)
Load the chopper, crack the window when we rollin’ by (There it go)
Fuck a drive-by, run ’em down so we know we got ’em (Hit ’em)
Know we chopping, test ’em and we leave you Holy Bible (Woo)
All this money got me thinking what I owe my rivals (Pussies)
A nigga said we tried to squash it then you know we lyin’ (Fall)
I told my youngin’ grab that rifle, set that boy on fire (Brr)
Couple niggas used to be with us, we ain’t make it to they funeral, they said that we did it
If we make it through the summer, we gon’ leave niggas (Like what?)
Like it’s [??] order, we gon’ squeeze niggas (Facts)

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living, you hear me? (It’s on)

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
I see the fear in your face, nigga (Lying)
And ain’t no turning back, I got my mind made, nigga (For real)
I chase nigga, eliminate niggas (Ayy)
Tell ’em Leek, that lemon squeeze ain’t for lemonade, nigga (No)
I ain’t no hatin’ ass nigga, but I hate niggas (Hate ’em)
What they gone do, that doctor ain’t got shit to save niggas (It go)
I’m through the city in that Range with my thang, nigga (On my momma)
Say my name and get banged, that’s on gang, nigga

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Still putting Draco’s on the plane, nigga (Draco)
Stopped the PJ in your city, we ain’t playin’ nigga (Skurt)
Heard he sneak dissing, seen him, what you sayin’, nigga (What you sayin’?)
Lost the memory, him must have had them Xans in him (On them Xans)
Still ride SRTs with the yams in ’em (SKurt)
Rental in my cousin’s name with the grams in him
Catch his homie out in traffic, that’s your man, nigga? (That’s your man?)
He say he don’t fuck with you and he a fan of us, pussy

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
These niggas tweet a lot, these niggas text alot
What they gone do when I pull up and make em’ catch a lot?
Blue beam on that choppa Kamehameha
I throw them dragon balls at you like I’m Kakarot (boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 6: Meek Mill]
Circle through your hood, where your crew at? (Where your crew, nigga?)
Send your whole squad a message like a group text (Uh, brr)
Hit your dawg 20 times, nigga, you next (You next)
Squeeze that Glock until my trigger blue-black (Bow)

[Hook: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I don’t sleep on no beef
We ain’t sleeping on these niggas
You know I’m on top of everything, nigga (Lurking)
I come on your street
We’re just creeping on these niggas (Yeah)
Fuck talking, let that metal bang, nigga
Murk ’em
I don’t squash no beef
We ain’t doing no flex
I was taught to handle everything, nigga (Handle that)
I don’t play with no beef
We ain’t play with no pussy
Run in his crib and kill everything living (Brr)