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still four weeks notice
Can't just go home and
This ain't no placement (Where you goin'?)
I put both phones on silent
Can still hear noise comin'
From

Death II

Pulp

Separations

1992

go home and wonder why I bothered going.
Yeah every week turns out the same,
The sun, the wind, the snow, the rain.
Oh no but still sometimes I

Oh, on that night I had came from a
Party on 3rd Avenue with some friends
And I was going home and that's when
I was stopped by police officers

or how, or where or if and only
No more crying and lonely

Easy?  I'm not a fool
It'll take awhile, getting over you
To let this go, let this go
So I can

and what's your name anyway
I don't like people when they're still strangers to me
I like to create my own world with no bad surprise and conundrum of any kind

feel inside 
Had to kill us in my mind 
So we killed it like a genocide 
I could see it was no gettin' by it 
You gone and I feel like I'm dying 
I need

We popping champagne by the liter
And We got tequila
Surrounded by bad divas
Sipping on Margaritas
And that's really all I need
Good vibes and some

those keys
She knows which notes she ain't
Write on her own there's no way to make her
Wait and stay lonely
But maybe someday your baby might have a home

  brother did a race and now he totin' (Race)
Oh (Oh), you don't know me (You don't know me)
Ridin'  with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (Skrrt, skrrt)

we totin', oh (race)
You don't know me (you don't know me)
Ridin' with my niggas or I'm ridin' by my lonely (I can't)
Pistol totin'
My bro shot him

No matter what I do they say I'm wrong
Where I'm at is dangerous, my moma said come home 
I told her living broke ain't good I gotta make these songs

I don't owe a nigga shit
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a nigga shit
Bitches

hear you callin' me home
Got to get back to Jamaica
I want no more to roam
Caribbean current, please take me
I hear you callin' me home
Got to get back

Friday night
Made it home
Another week of lonely nights
Im still alone
Turn on your street
And cut the lights
Blow up yo phone
Hit me with a dial

Am I the Only One

Marc Anthony

Marc Anthony

1999

you feel the same
and the truth is no one's to blame
Two lonely dreamers playing by the rules
All we thought of was me and you
Now we're faced with

much more than homies
I be rolling with my woadies all inside of my head only
I'm an island, Lonely, Coney: I enlist in a one man's army
It's not that

teacher
I do my own shit, so fuck a feature (peace love)
Ain't no we in solo, 
Face forward, be free or stay home
Riding high, low ride rodeo
Oh please

No real feelings for me
I know you're conflicted 
Just lookin' for feelings
To catch while your lonely 
Use me when your horny 
Girl your conflicted

shell
And you could care less
That I'm in hell
Oh my love has always
Been stronger
There's no surprise you let go
Talking bout friendship
Left me lonely

does
I just want to go fly
Bae, won't you come by
Need a bad señorita
Ain't no one like me
Wavy baby, i'm like the high seas
On the road to the gold,

I just feel so lonely
I'm just out here on my own
Now I'm out here in the cold
Chasing dreams that no one knows
And I just
I just feel so lonely yea

bed and her laundry everywhere 
Fuck you Mat'n island, I hope you remember this fucking face

We used to chill at home with the reefer 
Used to buy

on islands
You living on dirt and im laughing and smiling

Me and my niggas we all bout the violence
I stand on my money 10'4 like a giant
And no i aint

My city so windy
I'm glad to call it my home
Lake shore drive vibe
Yea i'm all in my zone
Everyday you wake up
Issa miracle
Every breathe you breathe