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IDOL

You can call me artist
You can call me idol
아님 어떤 다른 뭐라 해도
I don’t care
I’m proud of it
난 자유롭네
No more irony
나는 항상 나였기에
 
손가락질 해, 나는 전혀 신경 쓰지 않네
나를 욕하는 너의 그 이유가 뭐든 간에
I know what I am
I know what I want
I never gon' change
I never gon' trade
(Trade off)
 
뭘 어쩌고 저쩌고 떠들어대셔
I do what I do, 그니까 넌 너나 잘하셔
You can’t stop me lovin’ myself
 
얼쑤 좋다
You can’t stop me lovin’ myself
지화자 좋다
You can’t stop me lovin’ myself
 
OHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOH
덩기덕 쿵더러러
얼쑤
 
OHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOH
덩기덕 쿵더러러
얼쑤
 
Face off 마치 오우삼, ay
Top star with that spotlight, ay
때론 슈퍼히어로가 돼
돌려대 너의 Anpanman
24시간이 적지
헷갈림, 내겐 사치
I do my thang
I love myself
 
I love myself, I love my fans
Love my dance and my what
내 속안엔 몇 십 몇 백명의 내가 있어
오늘 또 다른 날 맞이해
어차피 전부 다 나이기에
고민보다는 걍 달리네
Runnin' man
Runnin' man
Runnin' man
 
뭘 어쩌고 저쩌고 떠들어대셔
I do what I do, 그니까 넌 너나 잘하셔
You can’t stop me lovin’ myself
 
얼쑤 좋다
You can’t stop me lovin’ myself
지화자 좋다
You can’t stop me lovin’ myself
 
OHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOH
덩기덕 쿵더러러
얼쑤
 
OHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOH
덩기덕 쿵더러러
얼쑤
 
I’m so fine wherever I go
가끔 멀리 돌아가도
It’s okay, I’m in love with my-my myself
It’s okay, 난 이 순간 행복해
 
얼쑤 좋다
You can’t stop me lovin’ myself
지화자 좋다
You can’t stop me lovin’ myself
 
OHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOH
덩기덕 쿵더러러
얼쑤
 
OHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOHOHOH
OHOHOHOH
덩기덕 쿵더러러
얼쑤
 

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DEAD

[Intro]
Sodomize her, ayy (Haha)
I’m your pusha man (Haha, haha)
Cocaine, cocaine
 
[Verse]
Into the depth of the dark
Fear will swallow your heart
Blood shed in this shed
With this kettle burning red
To your skin full of sin
With a mouth full of gin
Fuck a juice, lose a inch
Fuck your teeth
Put em' on a tee
Jesus mezanmi
Kǔ mā yě
Sodomize her, ayy
I'ma fuck her, ayy
Fuck her soul, Murk!
Fuck her gold
Preaching at the thought
Bloody clot all up in this blunt
Bullet through his head
Now he dead (ItsGoodBeats.com)
Fucking Walking Dead
Murder rigorous
Hershel smoking his purple straight to the face
Bullets on bullets
I'm aiming it straight
Pull up on niggas
I'm live at your gate
Fuck a community
Titled immunity
Folded as soon as we live on the limb
Hoping I die
Preach up on the sin
Life ain't shit
Fuck bitches in the bin
 
[Outro]
Dead!
 

Lissadell

Last year we went to Lissadell.
The sun shone over Sligo Bay
And life was good and all was well.
 
The bear, the books, the dinner bell,
An air of dignified decay.
Last year we went to Lissadell.
 
This year the owners had to sell
It calls to mind a Chekhov play.
Once life was good and all was well.
 
The house is now an empty shell,
The contents auctioned, shipped away.
Last year we went to Lissadell
 
And found it magical. ''We fell
In love with it, '' we sometimes say
When life is good and all is well.
 
The light of evening. A gazelle.
It seemed unchanged since Yeat's day.
Last year we went to Lissadell
And life was good and all was well.
 

Hong Kong Book of Kung Fu

Sometimes you lose, well, sometimes you lose
On impact points, always the follow through
Sometimes Friday and it's sometimes good
Better get back home, open up the book
 
Sometimes you lose, well, sometimes you lose
On impact points, there is always that follow through
Sometimes Friday and it's sometimes good
 
Well - Hong Kong Book oof Kung Fu
And a - Hong Kong Book oof Kung Fu
Get your winter wear in the summer
Your summer in the winter
Alright!
 
A reputation city wide, defensive lobe
Never lose that final ping-pong
Sometimes it comes to you, sometimes good
 
Well - Hong Kong Book oof Kung Fu
And a - Hong Kong Book oof Kung Fu
Get your winter wear in the summer
Your summer in the winter
Alright!
(Alright)
 
Embarrassment keeps people in their place
Most of the time, but not always
So sometimes Friday, sometimes good
 
Hong Kong Book oof Kung Fu
And a - Hong Kong Book oof Kung Fu
Get your winter wear in the summer
Your summer in the winter
Alright!
 
Sometimes you lose and sometimes you lose
On impact points, always the follow through
Sometimes Friday and it's sometimes good
 
Well, a - Hong Kong Book oof Kung Fu
And a - Hong Kong Book oof Kung Fu
Get your winter wear in the summer
Your summer in the winter
Hot dog!
 

Paris 1919

She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up the doors and vaguely carry us away
 
It's the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed proud man in his grief
And on Fridays she'd be there
And on Mondays not at all
Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
 
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
 
The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William William William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honor
Singing crying singing tediously
 
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
I'm the bishop and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
 
Efficiency efficiency they say
Get to know the date and tell the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Elysee
 
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
And I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
 
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
 
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la
You're a ghost la la la la la la la la la