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humble
Do re mi fa so la ti do, tonic sofa
Ji masun, no dey rush suffer. 
Kalakuta is the residence, cnikulapo is the president. 
Real niggas are

little fools
Get offline if you wanna spoon
Don’t need no tools if it get physical
Do them things on your own by yourself
Over there still
Mind

But despite all of that there's one thing that I know
All my troubles tent to fade away with a do re mi fa so, woo
Turn the speakers up loud
All the way

Biting the hand that feeds you?
Bet you wish you had a redo
Shit hurt so bad he's speaking Hebrew
Mi sheberach I just shot your brother
"You're a faggot"

patas, this is how i do it.
Escuchando Mierda de Kase…
una mala etapa como Britney…
enamorao de la reina, Jay Z…
thats crazy, the 90’s is meet me.


Es mi

a Titan arming myself with knowledge, and you're in danger
Es mi casa, is no wonder I'll attack everyone that do me wrong, so it's apparent I'm mad with

you’re back
These fuckers keep being hypocritical
Standing on these stages
They keep on being cynical
The same individuals
That are sick
Of the bullshit
So

NEBO DO NEBE
A TAM UŽ JE KAŽDEJ JEN SÁM ZA SEBE
TO UŽ NENÍ ALE ŽIVOT JEN SNĚNÍ
TAM VŠECHNY PŘÁNÍ SKONČÍ JEN U CHTĚNÍ
BEZ RE-A-LI-ZA-CE
JE TO ZKRÁTKA JE

the keys
Do re mi bottles flowing like the currency
She sliding you ain't even noticing me
It's cold in the streets
Call me quarterback how I'm molding

nedoručené správy
Svietia mi do očí, pýtaju sa že kam sa obrátiť mám

Viem, prišiel čas
Celé to vyliať
Ukázať svoju farbu
Nič som nepovedal
Nevedel

INVICTUS
Don't stand there do respond
(Or be gone)
Been working for a cause not for applause
Lived my life to express with zero pause
(Stop playin')

til I can't no more
No Lil Nas X, I'ma ride for the Lord
Social Media stars teaching kids to be whores
Slaves to the flesh, but you scrolling cuz you're

to get on their goal
They're selling their soul
Baby I do it my way, ain't no fucking mole
I'm letting you know
I'm out of control, yeah, yeah
I'm out

to shoot me
I go by "J-D-O-T", but if went by "JB" you'd see
Me working with the MI6, suit all up in the mix
Aston full of party tricks
God save the King but

legibly 
Buff off the edgities 

Not understanding these
Do re mi melodies 
Giving me headachies 
Catchy not catching me

Man this shit gets to me
Driving

Came from the bottom, streets like 9 - 5
Hustled my way up I no come to fight
Toba lo be si mi, bro I go reply 

You careful, my words are weapon
They're

You're my bitch, even when you fuck, you tell me the cold be pulling
Cos you get the shop beast
I don't really do music, but Gerald made me do this
I like

syndrome and you're in Stockholm
Sweeten the honey pot
Baby ima make you do the sloppy top
I'll walk my dog around your backyard to see you smile
See ma baby

Yeah, ey
Got me, you've got me

Won't you come over, I see you're alone
Baby girl no need to stand on your own
Don't be shy just step into my

Aje aje aje 

I do different hustle just to make a living
So what you saying 
Kini oju o riri
Na just to dey pray koju re maribi
Killing them with

playin' with me, you're not gonna be playin' with me
No time for no Q&A, I'm only talkin' moolah
Ignorin' all that she and he say, I don't do the rumors
You

mister?

Colline
Il Re mi chiama al minister

Marcello, RODOLFO, SCHAUNARD
Bene!

Colline
Però vedrò...Guizot!

Schaunard
Porgimi il nappo

Marcello
Si,

regretted
I had to build myself up and accepted 
All of myself, I need do-re-MI
You talkin' a lot of stuff but can't back what you speak
Need some L-O V-E

penis
Jay baby were did you miss it
Na by the grace of God
This is a wake up call
But for the sake of all
Gats to fight angel to change my
Name name name