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Mueonga kkaejineun sori
Nan mundeuk jameseo kkae
Natseoleum gadeukhan sori
Kwireul maka bojiman jamel deulji moshae

Moki jakku apawa
Gamssa boryeohajiman
Naegen moksoriga
Eobseo oneuldo geu soril deureo

Ddo ulligeoisseo geu soriga
Ieoreo buteun hosue ddo geumi ga
Geu hosue nega nal beoryeojanha
Nae moksoril neol wihae mudeossjanha

Nal beorin gyeoul hosu wiro
Dukkeoun eoreumi eoreossne
Jamsi deuleogan kkum sogedo
Nareul gwirobhineun hwansang tongeun yeojeonhae

Naneun nal irheun geolkka
Anim neol irheun geolkka
Na mundeuk hosuro dallyega
Ogeu soge ne eolgulisseo

Butakhae amu maldohajima
Ibeul mageuro soneul bbeodeo bojiman
Bojiman gyeolguk en eonjenga bomiwa
Eoreumdeuleun noga naeryeo heulleo ga

Tell me nae moksoriga gajjaramyeon
Nal beoriji malasseoyahaessneunji
Tell me gotongjocha gajjaramyeon
Geu ddae naega mueorhaeyahaessneunji

The seed of pride I planted
Grew and then i cut it down
A feeling that was in me since i was a kid
Took a hold on solid ground

From my mind to my heart
From my words to my deeds
I’m a son of israel
I’m a son of israel

I was born on the day i went free
I saw the liberty of life
Without a burden then my eyes could see
A holy way to use my might

From my mind to my heart
From my words to my deeds
I’m a son of israel
I’m a son of israel

Took advantage of my birthrite
Remembered a forgotten vow
A heritage from my father
Who broke away from the crowd

From my mind to my heart
From my words to my deeds
I’m a son of israel
I’m a son of israel

Куплет 1:
Только что ты сиял
Но прямо внутри себя
Обидой набил синяк
И свет будто весь иссяк
До кома в горле набит
Грудой напрасных обид
Обиды свои не копи
На них ничего не купить

Припев:
Напрасная обида
Опасная бритва
Разрезает резко
Заживает дольше
Зашиваю твои раны
Залатаю твоё сердце
Словами как бинтами

Прости меня, если сможешь
Прости меня и их тоже
Прости меня и их тоже
Не обижайся больше

Прости меня, если сможешь
Прости меня и их тоже
Не обижайся больше

Куплет 2:
Капает свет из люстры
Словно из раны ножевой
И ты словно неживой
В тебе словно та же боль
Но чисто, светло и пусто
Будет, хороший мой
Забудутся все обиды
А дальше что, будет видно

Припев:
Напрасная обида
Опасная бритва
Разрезает резко
Заживает дольше
Зашиваю твои раны
Залатаю твоё сердце
Словами как бинтами

Прости меня, если сможешь
Прости меня и их тоже
Прости меня и их тоже
Не обижайся больше

Прости меня, если сможешь.
Прости меня и их тоже.
Не обижайся больше.

[Intro]
Ayo check this out, this how this shit gon’ work
I’ma do me and you gon’ do you, you know what I’m saying
It ain’t that hard, it ain’t that complicated
Call me Young Casey Veggies
I ain’t gonna tell y’all niggas again
You know what I’m sayin, word

[Verse 1]
Fake fans, fake hoes
I’m sorry I don’t take those
We party then we lay low
She was dancing on me like J. Lo
When I walk up in the spot everybody excited
Young winners gonna run the world and your chick gon’ like it
Yeah fuck with a dreamer where the grass way greener
Let loose, take it easy
I know the life that you live make you meaner
It ain’t about it, you deserve it
But if your actions are worth it
You ever did it all night when I turn off the lights
Girl them actions are perfect
It’s something bout me though
I shine hard in the night time
They judge me for my flaws
But know nothing bout what’s inside
You wanted to learn about me though
You could probably search on a website
She know that I be watching her
I was popular in my other life
I see what a name get you
Take the focus off the main picture
They tried to box me in
So [?] switching
Meet me on the moon, I’m in a spaceship Coop
Been scratching at the surface tryna make shit through
Your best friend [?]
Your mind ain’t right if you ain’t fucking with the crew

[Hook]
Before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall
If it was up to me we’d already know who we are
You wasn’t here for me but I still answer when you call
Before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall
The mirror on the wall
If it was up to me we’d already know who we are
You wasn’t here for me but I still answer when you call
So before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall

[Bridge]
Yeah, it’s the mirror on the wall
People see me out and they show love and keep it going
And I wonder if it’s real
I can’t trust and I don’t know ’em
The truth lies beyond, everybody’s scared to show it

[Verse 2]
They telling me the cash is, I’m snatching that
I just spit them life rhymes and let them hoes imagine that
She seen me at the show, said she love how I’m so passionate
You got that kind of swagger shit
You the type of nigga I’d let you hit
[?] the pussy down and stay legit
You remind me of the mirror on the wall
Look at me as the king of that
And tell me who the fliest young nigga of ’em all
Diamonds in my ear
And baby my future like a crystal ball
Switching stereotypes up
Cause I always been against the odds
I got faith in the mirror on the wall
Got a whip in my garage and my mind is a god
And it grow to the sky so I know I’m too fly
Don’t lose hope, don’t stop trying
Close that door, girl we vibing

[Hook]
Before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall
If it was up to me we’d already know who we are
You wasn’t here for me but I still answer when you call
Before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall
The mirror on the wall
If it was up to me we’d already know who we are
You wasn’t here for me but I still answer when you call
So before you speak on me, look at the mirror on the wall

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Guwop! Wiz!
Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Ridin’ around blowin’ so much dope but I’m always handlin’ business
Way too high don’t pick up my phone, if I do, I’m like “Who is this?”
Ain’t got time for a girlfriend, telling that bitch that I ain’t got no feelings
Young nigga straight from the bottom, now my car ain’t got no ceiling
Young nigga stackin’ up millions, y’all niggas actin’ like children
Ouu, nigga yous couldn’t get in, now I’m ownin’ the building
Brought the bitch to my crib, said she felt like she went on a field trip
Nigga like me gon’ always stack, when I’m older I’m probably gon’ still get

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Baby, I’m a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon’ be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit
Baby, I’m a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon’ be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I’m a country-ass Beverly hill-billy
Eat it up bitch, I’ma meal-ticket
Flush it down concert like fuck a ticket
Rich-ass, crazy-ass, super picky
Want a rich dick say I’m bucket listed
I don’t fuck broke I got a boujee dick
First round draft, I’ma lottery pick
Pepped up East Atlanta vitamins shit
Solitaires glarin’
Big stone like Sharon
Superstar, Ed Sheeran
Bitches love my earrings
Know she fucked wit him, I still fucked her
Fuck that nigga, he a real sucka
It’s the Wiz and the Wizop
I baguetted my watch wit’ real boogers

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Baby, I’m a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon’ be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit
Baby, I’m a rich-ass nigga, never said I was gon’ be easy to deal with
But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit