Pirate of the Caribbean - Christopher Martin

There ain't no one ahead of me On the seven seas I'm the king They gon' talk about legacies I'm like c'est la vie On the wind You don't want to be enemies I got men with me I got wings You gon' step on my ship You gon' You gon' mess with the king High Caesar You get schooled by a supply teacher They want fame but won't try either They be fake woke like they light sleepers Bunch of linе readers Dropping laugh emojis likе they hyenas They a mite eager Man you're not well She a bombshell But got red flags Like it's Minesweeper That's what I build next Bank off my skill set They don't want peace They be Shanked now the Film Red Used to be fans Now they rap but I'm still best Act like a king How there's queens on my bill's head Ink on the page They gon' see what the quill said Man of his age But no sons when his will's read Fuck with his brain Till he ain't got no pills left They stay the same Check their page and it's still dead Penned this phrase on a first class train Straight upgrade when they heard my name They gon' hate, say my verse ain't great But a king don't rate what a servant say Don't wanna mix Get outta the bus lane Gave them a lift The way that they upstaged I'm giving gifts Way more than your cut makes I got Conan flow An open and shut case Its like ha ha ha There ain't no one ahead of me On the seven seas I'm the king They gon' talk about legacies I'm like c'est la vie On the wind You don't want to be enemies I got men with me I got wings You gon' step on my ship You gon' You gon' mess with the king There ain't no one ahead of me On the seven seas I'm the king They gon' talk about legacies I'm like c'est la vie On the wind You don't want to be enemies I got men with me I got wings You gon' step on my ship You gon' You gon' mess with the king Pocket sized When they CDawgs Then they horrified I got green dots Like it's Spotify They gon' see shots When my Hololive If you cross the line then best be advised I be dotting eyes Like I'm Demondice They gon' copyright every beat I write Cuz they looping mine Like it's wheel of time These people whine Can't even find a desk job Seen them try The dream will die like XCOM Stephen Fry When featured I'm the best one Even I am keen To write the next one They be sinking low They hitting bedrock Mass produce their flows Their rhymes are sweatshop Way I have to blow The lyrics Chekov How I click with icons like a desktop They don't know my name So they be asking what my handle means I be getting booked and making paper Call that Daniel Greene Analyze your lyrics Like I'm used to reading fantasy I rain on their parade The way they spit pathetic fallacies There ain't no one ahead of me On the seven seas I'm the king They gon' talk about legacies I'm like c'est la vie On the wind You don't want to be enemies I got men with me I got wings You gon' step on my ship You gon' You gon' mess with the king There ain't no one ahead of me On the seven seas I'm the king They gon' talk about legacies I'm like c'est la vie On the wind You don't want to be enemies I got men with me I got wings You gon' step on my ship You gon' You gon' mess with the king

What if i woke up and decided I wanna dress like a pirate I'm pretty tired of folding clothes Every day down at target Well maybe someday ill sail the sea Glad i woke to write this song If it makes me enough money I'll be gone gone gone gone gone Don't wanna spread any hate Or do much plunderin to ya Just wanna map that may or may not Lead me to buried moola Oh i blame it all on my dad He'd always urge me to play along Makin movies in the backyard Oh my heart is too far gone Well maybe someday ill sail the sea Be the hero of my own tale If i die before then maybe I'll reincarnate as a whale Where's my green flag Where's my go ahead Wanna do something Crazy before i'm dead Lotsa red flags I'm ignoring them Don't need a ship Guess a raft would be alright instead Just get me out of here Just get me out of here One day i woke up and decided i wanna dress like a pirate I'm pretty tired of folding clothes every day down at target Well maybe someday ill sail that sea Be the hero of my own life If it makes me enough money I'll finally quit my 9-to-5 Well just you watch ima sail that sea Glad i woke up to write this song When it makes me enough money I'll be gone gone gone gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone Gone gone gone gone gone

In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me Our strange duet My power over you grows stronger yet And though you turn from me to glance behind The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your mind Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear It's me they hear My spirit and my your voice in one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind (He's there, the phantom of the opera) (Beware, the phantom of the opera) In all your fantasies, you always knew That man and mystery Were both in you And in this labyrinth Where night is blind The Phantom of the Opera is here Inside my mind Sing, my angel of music He's there, the Phantom of the Opera Sing, sing for me Sing, my angel of music Sing for me

The rusted chains of prison moons are shattered by the sun I walk a road, horizons change, the tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient tongue for the court of the crimson king The keeper of the city keys ut shutters on the dreams I wait outside the pilgrim's door with insufficient schemes The black queen chants, the funeral march, the cracked brass bells will ring To summon back the fire witch to the court of the crimson king The gardener plants an evergreen whilst trampling on a flower I chase the wind of a prism ship to taste the sweet and sour The pattern juggler lifts his hand, the orchestra begin As slowly turns the grinding wheel in the court of the crimson king On soft gray mornings widows cry, the wise men share a joke I run to grasp divining signs to satisfy the hoax The yellow jester does not play, but gently pulls the strings And smiles as the puppets dance in the court of the crimson king

When the cold of winter comes Starless night will cover day In the veiling of the sun We will walk in bitter day. But in dreams But in dreams I can hear your name And in dreams And in dreams We will meet again. When the seas and mountains fall And we come, to end of days In the dark I hear a call Calling me there, I will go there And back again.

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع