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Close your eyes
Drift away from here
We don't need to be
Anything other than being

I know you like to call me out and say I'm naughty 
Know you only

That Old Gang of Mine

Dean Martin

Lay Some Happiness On Me: The Reprise Years and More 1967-1985

2001

There on that corner I silently stood
I felt so blue as the crowds hurried by
Nobody knew how I wanted to cry
Gee but I'd give the world to see
That

When I’m crushed by the wind and the sea, Your voice is more than enough.
When I’m feeling alone I believe, Your love is more than enough.
When I

but she got a pretty face
Can't get fooled by the face, so I had to look away
She just need to get paid, give a fuck you feel a way
She just need that,

I got like 30 missed calls
There ain't no going back, I know drifted too far
Scared of that four letter word, always comes back to haunt me
I know

you fuckin' broke
I'm glad I got taught by a nigga that I could call my dad
Even though I had real problems, I was in my bag

We was young, but I was

plane so baby you can throw me away
All alone, I'm on my own
I wish you'd call me back
Or just please pick up the phone
(Baby you can throw me away)
Yeah

And hope it all just burns away
And now you call me your family
A thing that I've never known or felt or even seen
Or ever hoped Id have even in all my

like I'm throwin' fish, yeah
Yeah, call me Mr. Rondo, how you turnin' away from me
Girl, you better get, don't look away
You better respect your fuckin'

year oh by next year

Living for the close calls
You weren’t afraid to dig holes
Thought you were in it for the long haul
Who’d’ve known down the road

to relive pain
Take it away I know I'm straight
I gotta eyewatch and I know I'm late
Ain't ate in days so I gobbled the cake
She wanted love so I slaughtered

Reminds Me of You

Calvin Harris

Sorry for Party Rocking [Deluxe Edition]

2011

shots are dropping, some of us came to celebrate
But most of us came to get away

It doesn't matter what I say, no matter what I do
Every little thing

me a drank
Smoke the cookie
I lie to her face
Guess I’m crooked
Call me out my name
Now I’m shook and
I tried to explain
But I couldn’t
Let’s just sip

up like we french
Relax at the cafe
Sip espresso and Sachets
Smoke 'em by the packs
Speak anglais toke a fag
Pass a baguette
I like you in rip jeans

Thought I had control of my thoughts till I was locked in a cell
I call it 4 hours of hell
You by yourself, you with your thoughts, you might even

So Many times I Cried so Hard
Say to many Places on my own 
I wanna know what i have done wrong
Wanna go to the place that i call home
So Many times

up you gon' take hits
I ain't immune to them they just miss
Why you ain't succeed well it's simple
You get blown around by the wind
You care too much

You so you so immature
You so you so immature
I need to find a way to get away
From ya
You so you so immature
You so you so immature
I need to find

Poor Georgie

MC Lyte

Act Like You Know

1991

and umm
can I call you sometime?  Can I get the digits?
And the address, so I can come visit?"
I gave him the digits, that wasn't a problem
Cause if he

home if you need a hand
The water is hot, I got bags for days
Emotional ones that I stashed away
Who could you be
A soul undefined
I got space for you

Head a bunch,
Keep it low key,
I’m the person,
That I’m runnin from,
I️ just wanna stay away!
There’s no sleeping,
For wicked here,
Staying up all night,

away and I can't even cry
Had to grow into a man and I ain't have no help
Learned to get a bag and how to swag, I did that by myself
Niggas always hate

down
Now I start to do my music properly (oh, oh)
And stay away from all the negative shit that will follow me

London calls me a stranger 
And this

down
Now I start to do my music properly (oh, oh)
And stay away from all the negative shit that will follow me

London calls me a stranger 
And this