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Call Me Back

Wait time is the worst
I can hardly sit
No one has the time
Someone's always late
I look for you
And you look for me
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
I don't know why
I came down
I hold your phone
Don't wake up
I hear a voice
In the ground
Tell me, don't tell me
The hard part is damning
There's something that you would not like me to tell you
Tell me, don't tell me
The hard part is damning
There's something that you would not like me to tell you
Wait time is to blame
Mat top frame's a trip
We all have the time
Someone's always fed
I look for you, and you look away
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I don't know why
I came down
I hold your phone
Don't wake up
I hear a voice
In the ground
Waking up is so much fun to do.
(Tell me, don't tell me
'80 movie make out party, yeah
There's something that you would not like me to tell you)
(Tell me, don't tell me
There's something that you would not like me to tell you)
 
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A M. David, Statuaire

Non, Dieu, éclair qui flamboie dans le triangle symbolique, n'est point le chiffre tracé sur les lèvres de la sagesse humaine !

Non, l'amour, sentiment naïf et chaste qui se voile de pudeur et de fierté au sanctuaire du cœur, n'est point cette tendresse cavalière qui répand les larmes de la coquetterie par les yeux du masque de l'innocence !

Non, la gloire, noblesse dont les armoiries ne se vendirent jamais, n'est pas la savonnette à vilain qui s'achète, au prix du tarif, dans la boutique d'un journaliste !

Et j'ai prié, et j'ai aimé, et j'ai chanté, poète pauvre et souffrant! Et c'est en vain que mon cœur déborde de foi, d'amour et de génie !

C'est que je naquis aiglon avorté ! L’œuf de mes destinées, que n'ont point couvé les chaudes ailes de la prospérité, est aussi creux, aussi vide que la noix dorée de l'Égyptien.

Ah ! l'homme, dis-le-moi, si tu le sais, l'homme, frêle jouet, gambadant suspendu aux fils des passions ; ne serait-il qu'un pantin qu'use la vie et que brise la mort ?

Hello, Young Lovers

When I think of Tom
I think about a night
When the earth smelled of summer
And the sky was streaked with white
 
And the soft mist of England
Was sleeping on a hill
I remember this
And I always will
 
There are new lovers now on the same silent hill
Looking on the same blue sea
And I know Tom and I are a part of them all
And they're all a part of Tom and me
 
Hello young lovers, wherever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you tonight
I've been in love like you
 
Be brave, young lovers and follow your star
Be brave and faithful and true
Cling very close to each other tonight
I've been in love like you
 
I know how it feels to have wings on your heels
And to fly down the street in a trance
You fly down a street on the chance that you'll meet
And you meet -- not really by chance
 
Don't cry young lovers, whatever you do
Don't cry because I'm alone
All of my memories are happy tonight
I've had a love of my own
 
I've had a love of my own, like yours
I've had a love of my own
 

Sois pas cruelle

Depuis qu'tu m'as quitté
Ma vie est monotone
Tu sais où me trouver
Je t'en prie, téléphone !
 
Sois pas cruelle, ce cœur est à toi
 
Même si tu t'es fâchée
Dis-moi qu'c'est pas fini
Oublions le passé
Pour nous l'avenir sourit
 
Sois pas cruelle, ce cœur est à toi
 
Sans amour je n'vis pas
Et je ne veux que toi
Dans mes bras
 
Pourquoi me torturer ?
Tu veux me faire mourir ?
Reviens chez moi, je veux t'aimer
Tu sais bien ce qu'ça veut dire
 
Sois pas cruelle, ce cœur est à toi
 
Pourquoi cette rupture ?
Je t'aime vraiment, chérie
Je le jure
 
Dis-moi ce qu'il faut faire
Pour te garder à moi
Tu es sur cette Terre
Un don du ciel pour moi
 
Sois pas cruelle, ce cœur est à toi
 
Sans amour, je n'vis pas
Et je ne veux que toi
Dans mes bras
~ ~
 
Sois pas cruelle, ce cœur est à toi
Sois pas cruelle, ce cœur est à toi
 
Sans amour, je n'vis pas
Alors chérie reviens
Viens dans mes bras
 

Sneakin'

[Verse 1: Drake]
This is all God's doing, man, you can't plan it
But if the devil's in the details, then I'm satanic
'Bout to take over your city and you can't stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really, when she get to talking I don't understand it
You ain't own it right away, you had to wait on niggas
Man, I'm only 29, have some patience with us
Plus I never met nobody from my label, nigga
I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga
Shit ain't been the same like before
I still love it but I used to love it more
FaceTime with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts
Cause she know that we at war, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin'
Put me in a fucked up position
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Baby, I'm a savage, I ain't romantic
When I come around these rappers, niggas start to panic
And they pockets goin' under like the Titanic
Got some head last night and it was outstandin'
They was hatin' on me then and they hatin' now (Hatin' now)
She was playing with me then but she waitin' now
Used to sleep inside a den, I got acres now (Mansion)
I was fighting niggas then but I'm spraying now (Blasting)
I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss (Nope)
I won't spend a dime on a freak bitch (Broke)
Niggas takin' cheap shots on some cheap shit
They the type to stand in line for some free shit (Broke bitch)
Babygirl gon suck it 'till her jaws locked (Suck it)
She gon' make me put my bitch on call block (Fuckin' up)
We the ones poppin', we the ones shoppin'
We the one droppin' niggas, we the ones (We the ones)
They the ones duckin' when them heaters come
You that nigga snitchin' on your people, huh? (Shh)
21 Savage aka The Reaper, huh
Pussy niggas gettin' shot for all that reachin', huh

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin'
Put me in a fucked up position
Make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro

[Verse 3: Drake]
I don't need love, I'm the G.O.A.T, I just hit the beat and float
And I'm selling out arenas, but you putting on a show
I been tryna change life around for everyone I know
Cause if I don't share the wealth
Then how the fuck we supposed to grow
Mom's stressed, there's a lot of things we need
Chain smoking in the house, it's hard to breathe
I used to have to hit my T's with Febreze
Jordan pull up in the TL, now I'm cheese
I'mma turn this TSX into a Benz soon
I'mma see a lot of blessings for my friends soon
150-inch screen in my bedroom
6'1', man, a nigga need some leg room
Shit ain't been the same like before
They ain't even wanna look up at the score
FaceTime with my shawty on tour
And she texting purple hearts
Cause she know that we at war, yeah

[Hook: Drake]
Niggas keep reaching and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reaching and dissin'
Put me in a fucked up position
Make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro