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I try to spend my time
Doing creative things
I learn to spread the love
and seeing what's above

I try to spend my time
Doing creative things
I learn to spread the love
and seeing what's above

You don't love meI love you

Mambodale k no ganas sin trabajoMambodale a mi bien k yo te pagoY to' los gente diceSuubeeeteee
y mai dame luz dime k lok, y la k aye, yo ando rulay en la discotecayo soy de la calle sobre la sistema no quieren problemasla policia me miran me siguen en la calle las escuchan mis temasdinero desayuno tambien es la cena, now they
see just how it goes, everyday go by we see somebody loose there soul, y a dios le pido for someguidance through it all, y a dios le pido for someguidance through it, for some guidance through it
Mambodale k no ganas sin trabajoMambodale a mi bien k yo te pagoY to' los gente diceSuubeeeteee
y todo k lucho yo estoy
logrando, soy un beat and yo estoy beastiando no conoce a quien masduro, una vida entera buscando, mai baile y bajandocuz she know its going down, cuz i thro that dough in theair yeah and watch it rain down every where yeah then do it all again
in the party goin loco, ella loca con los fotosy ella quiere dame chocha, por k sabe k rompe` totocoming broke thats a no no, you do it you might get exposed thoughfumando y yo tengo romo, no lo sabia me mira ver como
tiene entender k yo ronco,
tengo el poder pa hacerte un tontotu no puede con mi rambo, los armas de fuegos k mandotratas superar a mi rango, pero no puede coger con mi mambo

What a deep pit for a young man
Dreaming for wiser land, wiser land
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

What a deep pit for an hold man

Like a blind bird with no wings in the dark, in the dark
Face to face by the window

The buzzy bee has no time for sorrow

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

If the fool will persist in his folly
He would become wise

No bird soars to high

If he soars with his own wings
The most sublime

Act is to set another before you

The soul of sweet delight

Can never be defiled, can never be defiled

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me W.B
Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me,

Face to face I’m against you
You’re against me, yeah

I don’t know where you’re hiding
I’m shaking like a fool
‘Ain’t ready for this
girl you break the rules

Well I’ve spent the night out
’til the light of day
haven’t closed my eyes
but haven’t seen you there

now run to me
yeah run to me
my naughty queen
I want you to be mine babe
ooh ooh
ooh ooh

I don’t know where you’re hiding
I’m shaking like a fool
‘Ain’t ready for this
girl you break the rules

Well I’ve spent the night out
’til the light of day
haven’t closed my eyes
but haven’t seen you there

now run to me
yeah run to me
my naughty queen
I want you to be mine babe
ooh ooh
I want you to be mine babe
ooh ooh

now run to me
yeah run to me
my naughty queen
I want you to be mine babe

Quell'augellin, che canta
Sì dolcemente e lascivetto vola
Hor da l'abete al faggio,
Ed hor dal faggio al mirto.
S'avesse umano spirto,
Direbbe: Ardo d'amor, ardo d'amore!
Ma ben arde nel core
E parla in sua favella
Sì che l'intende il suo dolce desio.
Ed odi a punto, O Tirsi,

il suo dolce desio
Che gli risponde: Ardo d'amor anch'io!

Crud'Amarilli, che col nom'ancora
D'amar, ahi lasso! amaramente insegni,
Amarilli, del candido ligustro
Più candida più bella,
Ma de l'àspido sordo

E più sorda più fèra e più fugace,
Poi che col dir t'offendo,
i' mi morrò tacendo.

Ma grideran per me le piagge e i monti
E questa selva, a cui

Sì spesso li tuo bel nome
Di risonar insegno.

Per me piangendo i fonti
E mormorando i venti,
Diranno i miei lamenti;
Parlerà nel mie volto
La pietate e 'l dolore;

E se fia muta ogn'altra cosa, al fine
Parlerà il mio morire,

E ti dirà la morte il mio martire.

Deh, poi ch'era ne' fati ch'io dovessi
amar la morte e non la vita mia,
vorrei morir almen, sì che la morte
da lei, che n'è cagion, gradita fosse,
né si sdegnasse a l'ultimo sospiro
di mostrarmi i begli occhi e dirmi: "Mori!".