Small Disasters - Dean Lewis

When you're big and troubles seem so far You put your belly up to the bar Squint your eyes, you can almost miss the dirt You tell yourself it couldn't hurt But when you're small You can't walk down the hall When you're small You're not very big at all When you're low, you reach a certain point Where you can't really see the point You can try, but you can't see eye to eye Yet when you're low then you really know But when you're high It's easier to fight When you're high You don't have to know why When you're small You don't have very far to fall When you're small You feel like you belong When you're small You can curl into a ball When you're small No you're not very big at all

Huh You know how we bomin' Yeah TheLabCook... And when she call me I might pick up (brr) I pull up on her, paint a picture (skrrt) I know you want me to be witcha (what) But, baby I can't take no pictures (bitch) She want Balmain (ooh) Baby them is small things I'm balling (huh), I might pull up when she calling (yuh) No small change, Walking 'round with big rings (ice) She want Gucci, them is small things (yuh, yuh) Break her back first (first), Bend her backwards (ooh) Bitch you want a purse (purse), She get on my nerves (yuh) Now my phone ringin' (brr), Hotline blingin' (blingin') Pinky ring singin' (singin'), On me 2 milli (milli) She gon' have it drippin' when I pull up on her (pull up on her) Pussy got me slippin' when I pull up on her (whoa) Don't call me if you playin', please don't stall me (huh) Took his bitch and now I got him salty (yuh) I wanna crash first, I'm in a new vert (skrrt) She suck me, her tooth hurt (her what) Bitch I'm on two percs (lil' bitch) She call, I might block the bitch (block the shit) Dropping my top and shit (my top and shit) Bitch I've been poppin' shit (whoa) She wanna drive the stick (yuh) And when she call me I might pick up (brr) I pull up on her, paint a picture (skrrt) I know you want me to be witcha (what) But, baby I can't take no pictures (bitch) She want Balmain (whoa) Baby them is small things I'm balling (huh) I might pull up when she calling (yuh) No small change Walking 'round with big rings (ice) She want Gucci, them is small things (yuh, yuh) She want red bottoms (red), But her boyfriend broke, can't cop it (can't cop it) She keep looking for the top, I drop it (skrrt) Broke niggas on the sideline watching (you watching) But I treat her better (better) Know I'm with whatever (whatever) We look good together (huh), Bitch I'm rich forever (rich) Shawty way too bougie, you can't pull up on her (can't pull up on her) Fuck that pussy two times, that bitch drippin' on me (drip, drip) Why you talkin' racks? I got them hunnids on me (Got them hunnids on me) She want double CC, I might ball on her (what) No small thing (what), these Amiri, She want Balmain (she want Balmain) Why her nigga took her phone? Now he calling (now he calling) My bih salty (salty) She be on me (she be on me) Took yo girl and now you lonely (huh) And when she call me I might pick up (brr) I pull up on her, paint a picture (skrrt) I know you want me to be witcha (what) But, baby I can't take no pictures (bitch) She want Balmain (whoa) Baby them is small things I'm balling (huh) I might pull up when she calling (yuh) No small change Walking 'round with big rings (ice) She want Gucci, them is small things (yuh, yuh)

Take my hand And breathe small leaf Short is the sting of this Now push the folds of life to dust Put eager hands to sleep tonight To dream of places I've never seen before Oh the whole world to call your own Our home Now I know not who you are But it's a whisper I hear in the dark Now step into a dark lit hole Put thought into the words before the dawn This begins to crack And I thought you'd talk back to me All on your own All on your own All on your own All on your own All on your own All on your own Done by the seeds of life I'm coming back Grace the days, the night, the now By the seeds of life I'm coming back Grace the days, the night, the now By the seeds of life I'm coming back Grace the days, the night, the now You surely get it by now That seeds don't grow without a cloud

Why boasteth thyself, oh evil man Playing smart and not being clever? I said you're working iniquity To achieve vanity, yeah (if I sow, I sow) But the goodness of Jah, Jah I'doreth for Iver So if you are the big tree We are the small axe Ready to cut you down To cut you down These are the words of my Master Keep on telling me No weak heart shall prosper And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it, fall in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it (fall in it) If you are the big tree, let me tell you that We are the small axe, sharp and ready Ready to cut you down To cut you down (To cut you down) (To cut you down) These are the words of my Master Telling me that No weak heart shall prosper And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall bury in it (bury in it) If you are the big, big tree We are the small axe Ready to cut you down To cut you down If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that We are the small axe Ready to cut you down To cut you down

When the guys in Eli Young Band were thinking about songs To put on their new greatest hits album Do you know that they actally had an album they released Before they were signed to the Big Machine label group? And they decided to go back to that album And pick a couple of songs from there to put on the greatest hits Now the first one that we're gonna play it's called "Small Town Kid" For anybody who grew up in a small town This was Mike Eli's tribute to his small town upbringing And more importantly this song taught Mike something about himself as an artist Who I was in high school where I grew up like it felt very small town Everybody knew what was happening in everybody's lifes And everything was changing and a lot of people were moving there They built this highway and so the access to our town was just changing dramatically And that was kind of like where I was going with writing that song And then it ended up kinda of I think being this ode To being proud of where you came from But I think that-that song for me Was my first outing of figuring out "Hey, I can write a song, that's cool" Like I said, this song was off of Eli Young Band's very first album back in 2005 It was called "Level" This is "Small Town Kid" and you'll find it on "This is Eli Young Band: Greatest Hits" which is available now

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