50 Ways to Leave Your Lover - Paul Simon

Okay, 'kay, okay (na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na), 'kay-'kay Ayy, you let me (okay) I let you down (yeah) I let you down (down) Ayy (ayy) I know your ways (your ways) Thought you was tryna kill me (thought you was tryna kill me, shit) But thinkin' back, ayy Thinkin' back, I was just dazed (dazed), dazed (dazed) I do not give a fuck (don't give a fuck), ayy 'Bout these niggas actin' tough (all these niggas actin' crazy), shit You fuckin' tried again and then again And still I called your bluff, bluffin' I'm not lookin' back (ayy), all this shit is wack (ayy) I know you relate (ayy), I see it in your face (face) I'm turnin' to a demon, but I don't mean it (uh) 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I see it (yeah) Thought it was delusion (uh), fooled by this illusion (okay) Fuck you got me doin'? (Ayy) my mind is what I'm losin', shit (ayy) I lost the surface, I don't know my purpose I promise it's not what you viewin', ayy I'm outside, why don't you let me in? (Ayy) Is it 'cause I always look a little menacin'? (Uh) Is it 'cause I didn't take my fuckin' medicine? (Ayy) It's okay, I'll come tomorrow and I'll try again (uh) I've been thinkin', just a month ago, was better then (ayy) We was late-night talkin', David Letterman (okay) You laid me down then you did some shit you never did (okay) Turn you around, I might have to give this bitch a kid, fuck Now I'm parked up in the parking lot (parking lot) They might take my soul and leave me in this parking spot (parking spot) I'm just thinkin' of my life and all this shit I got (shit I got) I'll be surprised if they try me for the shit I bought (shit I bought) Walkin' fast, I don't like when niggas seein' me (yeah) 'Cause you know it's all the money that they see in me (yeah) And I know deep inside, they wanna be like me (ayy) You should know I cracked the code on you niggas (yeah) I know your ways (uh) Forget about the past (past), I'm tryna make this last (last) I know your ways, ayy (uh-huh) It takes a certain nigga to use that trigger finger (finger) I know your ways, yeah (okay) I'm walkin' through a maze, but I don't feel fazed (fazed) I know your ways, bitch, ayy I know your ways (I know your fuckin' ways), bitch, okay

Yeah! When I'm out in N.Y. boy it's blunts and phillies When I'm out in L.A. boy it's wraps and swishes Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit Now Blood walk to this, now Crips walk to this Now throw it up, raise it up for that gangsta shit I'm in my Lambo maggot, my 44 faggot Doors lift up I'm like Go Go Gadget See the shit I got on, homey I hate too My teflon arm brought my government issues I'll hit your vertebrae bullets rip through tissues Your wife on the futon huggin that skitzo Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got fo' fifths and bananas on the K's And got more whips than a runaway slave Me and Yayo go back like some high top fades When I made fifty mill, Em got paid When I made sixty mill, Dre got paid When I made eighty mill, Jimmy got paid I ain't even gotta rap now life is made Said I ain't even gotta rap, I'm filthy man I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin I see nothin but hundred dollar bills in the bank roll I got the kind of money that the bank can't hold Got it off the street movin bundles and loads Seventy Three Caprice old school when I roll Breeze pass with the EZ Pass fuck the toll No more platinum I'm wearin gold I'm internationally known as the kid with the flow That brings enough dough it's never enough dough Shit I need mo' I need shit out the sto' Baby blue was cold fresh out the flo' Stashbox by the dashbox incase they want war Make the purple bring the green in fuck the law I'm oh so raw, I'm hot I'm sure I'm like the coolest motherfucker around the globe boy I set the club on fire I told ya I'm the general salute me soldier I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Straight To The Bank with this (Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha) I'm laughin Now work it out now, shorty work it out, work it out I wanna see you, break it down Now back it up now, you know what I'm about It's like a bank job I'm rentin them out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out Now work it out now, work it out, work it out

You know I got this feeling That I just can't hide I try to tell you how I feel I try to tell you but I'm weak Words don't come easily When you get close I shiver I watch you when you smile I watch you when you cry And I still don't understand I can't find the way to tell you I wish I was your lover I wish that you were mine Baby I got this feeling That I just can't hide Don't try to run away There's many things I wanna say No matter how it ends Just hold me when I tell you I wish I was your lover I wish that you were mine Baby I got this feeling That I just can't hide I wish I was your lover I wish that you were mine Baby I got this feeling That I just can't hide All I need is a miracle Oh baby, all I need is you All I need is a love you give Oh baby, all I need is you Baby you I wish I was your lover I wish that you were mine Baby I got this feeling That I just can't hide I wish I was your lover I wish that you were mine Baby I got this feeling That I just can't hide I wish I was your lover I wish that you were mine Baby I got this feeling That I just can't hide Just wanna be your lover Just wanna be the one Let me be your lover Let me be the one

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

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour