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a reflection, of me in my prime,
I conceive I’m peakin’

N’ it’s a sigh of relief that my satan,
Indubi-tably lies inside of a place,
The common people ponder

It's Mr. Lova pan the case -
So bring it to me nah
no time fi waste
Say she love off
the wire in a mi waist -
A Big Yard man dem run di place
We deh

Made it through the worst 
Highly favored I'm blessed
Did some numbers in the jungle
Laws will sentence you to death
Long walk came from nothin'
Now

When you was you down
now
But always try to help
Now you up
How it pan out?
You was stand up
Now you stand out
Moving idle
Limits burn
Like forest fires

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
She thinks she's all that
I think she's all ass
The type to get no likes when she's not revealing
But she with the pans
If

Stevi1da you a common number
Like 47 you ain't got no commas
You ain't from the gutter
You ain't got no father
Disrespect yo mother that's why you losing

tuition is mad steep
So he can't sleep everything he gets is mad cheap

Good morning, Usnavi!
¡Pan caliente, café con leche!
Put twenty dollars

my claim to fame, I'm on the long haul
You misplaced the number on me, think you made the wrong call
I'm prepared to lift off you can call me Neally

In the Heights

Original Broadway Cast

In the Heights [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

2008

steep
So they can't sleep
Everything they get is mad cheap!

Good morning, Usnavi!

Pan caliente, café con leche!

Put twenty dollars on today's

Catching these bodies
Both of us dead that's just one thing in common
Twenty one shotty, Twenty one shotty
Twenty one shots that's got eems 
Comin up kickin'

numbers 
300 Flat I cash it out now it's December summers
You niggaz cappin for the clout you can't compare the hunger
I'm clankin pots and pans cooking up

Just to watch you veg
Me and Ryan Gosling got somethin' in common
We both fly as fuck and rock with the Mormons
She wormin' that shit with that shit in

money in increments
It get slimy amphibians, I ain't kittin' no Peter Pan
I'm a motherfuckin' veteran, analyzin' the analysts
I don't pander with

Bravery, tenacity these things are gone
Credulity, conformity and cowardice have won
Narratives of fear we need to feel assured
Common folk before

talkin common sense
Y'all are some convicts coppin im congress
Abolishing your conglomerate
It ain't hard you boys softer then some pocket lint
Which makes

With no debate I'm the greatest from out my city 
Ain't many that's running with me
No need for conversation, so lose my number don't hit me
I'm

With no debate I’m the greatest from out my city
Ain’t many that's running with me
No need for conversation, so lose my number don’t hit me
I’m tryna

llevar pan a casa a diario, lo demás es secundario
Proletario soy, o también semiproletario
Que se fue del campo, vendo caramelos hoy 
Sobrevivo con el

They be like look at this brother
Smooth like butter
Stole your lover
One his only number
Hmm
Leaving them shocked like thunder
Hot like a summer

often
To caucasian faces I will not listen
My mission Godly so I'm hardly able to lift off
Needs to rain cats and dogs
Spreading fast like common cold

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