Jag har försökt komma på hur jag ska beskriva den där känslan man har i kroppen när sanningen är på väg att komma fram. Jag har försökt beskriva hur man ändå blir så ledsen även fast man visste. Jag tror att hjärtat dunkar så hårt att man kan känna hur det vibrerar i ens knutna nävar. Jag tror att hela kroppen fryser till is och det blir svart i huvudet.
Men jag vet faktiskt inte hur man beskriver den känslan.

Niggas in Paris

BEAUTIFUL LIFE

So tell my ex I'm too high

He will never get over me

The shit we do

Most doers never done

And when we do we're higher than the sun

So tell him he's dreaming

Gate's closed

Baby let's go

We're leaving

Sexy tunes!

New in

How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

How did we ever know?
How did it show?
Went to the crib,
But it turned out you didn't care.

You want to make new sounds.
You want to break new grounds.
No matter how well you do, well, it turns out it wasn't there.

But lately I've felt so horribly,
What's wrong with me?
I tell you nothing would bring back the dream.
But then why do we?

Why did you call it off?
Why did you call?
Bent all the way from your house,
But you didn't see.

You're gonna come back down.
You're gonna lose that crown.
No matter how well you do, well, it runs in the family.

But lately I've heard some silent songs,
There's nothing wrong.
I may not know how
To bring back the dream,
But it won't be long.