#TBT Dark Sky Paradise: The Making Of + Bounce Back

 “Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
      Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks…”

I Decided drops on 02/02/2017 !!!

 

 

 

 

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here

— Pink Floyd

#TBT : Sittin’ Up In My Room

Nameless Here for Evermore

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We said that no one would ever get between us
This love would never ever leave us
That was a while ago
But now lately it feels like
[…]
Can’t make it tight, can’t get it right
I just wanna go back, take it way back
All the way back, can we start again
Do it over, can we straighten it out
Can we work it out

Stoïque on Reste Debout

Engrainés jusqu’aux dents, armés comme des fils de putes
Prêt à faire des trucs de ouf sans avoir de buts
La cagoule sur la tête, personne f’ra la tapette
N’ont qu’une seule idée en tête, faire la fête et pas faire le traître
Ça s’engraine, ça s’motive et tout l’monde s’encourage
Car personne n’a de courage et ça peu importe les âges
Sans savoir, ils jouent leur vie ou celle d’un autre, à qui à quoi la faute
On n’peux juger mais ils se vautrent
Dans cette merde d’honneur, putain, tout ça pour rien
Pour prouver qu’ t’es pas une pute et qu’ton quartier c’est pas rien
Le seul qui est tranquille et pour lui rien est louche

N!99@ I was Born in the Drop

Let the money drip dry, hundred dollar bills
Wipe the tears from my eyes, no love

Fuck y’all niggas, hope you die a slow death
As I coke-test and C. DeLores Tucker protest
Can’t fuck with you weak rap niggas, witcha gay raps
Runnin ’round talkin this and talkin that
See me in the streets, tried to give me dap
Andrew Cunanan ass niggas
My two cannons blast niggas, ask niggas

Got me fucked up in the game, get your shirt stained
Keep your five mics nigga, give me the ‘caine