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Adrenaline Rush

Get the fuck up, motherfucker

Hey yo, when i step up on the bar
everybody hits the fuckin floor
lucky motherfuckers make it to the door
cause when i spit on the mics, i spit raw
which cause confusion, from the bar to the dance floor
i keep the club on the vex
cause he got a penny when i spit and replace a lot of shit
niggas get the wildin
when my words, echo the room like "Get yo hand outta my pocket"
you sock shit, when my topics rockin
im banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
loud, speakin like a fuckin sports announcer
i spit the blah hah, till you rush the bouncer
or rush the motherfucker in your way whos bouncin
you know obie trice, keeps those gats pronouncin

[Chorus]

Get live motherfucka, when i speak motherfucka
out ya seat mothafucka, out my reach mothafucka
shady records till i sleep mothafucka
obie trice, nothin but street mothafucka
tear this bitch up, until you bleed mothafucka
i wouldnt give a fuck who you be mothafucka
punk, pussy, bitch or g mothafucka
adrenaline rush before you leave mothafucka

when i speak, i blow out ya tweeters, im dark
show out in speakers, roll out with heaters
im just an animal, eatin the game
jungle monkey, fuck yah obies the name
i roll solo, never been a holdo
keep gats fo fo, when cats act loco
where you at when im movin a crowd
you get trampled, mashed on, detroit style
up out ya seats, pump out the ease
off the beats, the crowd obie please
where my niggas at smokin them trees
off the cogniac, finger fuckin a sleeze
thats how it is when you party with me
you dont like it, you l seven like a square beat

[Chorus]

Ever since i came, i rearranged the place with blaze
stage dive with coke ceivers, dna
im so addicted to gettin niggas lifted
drunk off of liquid
obie trice, the misfit
doucin the crowd with piss and brows
we underground mothafucka, fix your frowns
i be the boy with the whiskey tour
off of wiskey, youve never been this deep before
so, throw up ya hands and peep out yo mans
when i come through, next quarter
trice that the fiends use
and trust, im attackin it
i cook up the hot shit like ainslee havin it
thats why im so miraculous
and obie gets you niggas pumped up
i see you next collisiem chump
thats right, you come to obie trice fucked up
of ease, drunk, weed

[Chorus]

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All Of My Life
(feat. Nate Dogg)

[Nate Dogg]
All of my Life (got this lady on my mind)
All of my days (wanna hit it all the time)
?? (I was down and locked away)
?? (wanna hit it every day)

[Obie Trice (Verse 1)]
You know a nigga wanna touch your body
We can keep in touch having after parties
You know you wanna fuck cause you’re acting naughty
You see us in the mattress probably
Wanna be involved cause the entourage I’m indulged in
You say you love my dirty drawers your all in
Wanna sleep with the star, be baby moms, eat lobster
See where you’re coming from
Cause hey that nigga got dick for days
There aint too many niggas blessing O’s ways I guess
I just get better with old age cause in my ?? made me say “MAYDAY”
Anyway, today I’m a different human being
I crush em make em scream
Its nothing aint a thang
Fronting like the dick aint off the chain
Slicing nigga’s ??

[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]
At the after party we can get naughty watching your body get this shit started
Coke and Bacardi pimp juice and gin and I’m off and ready to roll
At the after party it’s a private party what happens at the party stays at the party
Girl roll that body, back up that body into my body (girl lets go)

[Obie Trice (Verse 2)]
You know I’m somewhere where I can ease my mind be
On some island Don Ps beside me
No paparazzi eying that hiney
But I am right behind she
Wanna bump n grind, crying, say im all up in that side
Bringing down the menstruation cycle
Girl I lay pipe to the right, pipe to the left, pipe all night, a pipe dream right
O Trice advise your type
If it aint him it’s a nigga in my click you like
If the miss’s insist on the dick tonight
We throw assists like Scott, Pip and Mike
You blow a kiss on my tip you just might
Get a whiff of the kid up in your windpipe
Now see that insight, it excites, cause she’s undressing for that sex, right

[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]

[Obie Trice (Verse 3)]
Take time off my hectic schedule
Just to give you the pleasure you request for
When I hit your spine that’s how you measure O
Tell your girlfriends you aint had it like this before
Now your girlfriends all up in the midst of O
Wanna be mistress, all cause a few extra inches
Blew back your interest, you lack experience, new jack my crew ran through that for instance
We can fuck from dust to dawn
No discussion who’s nuts your own
Shes in such of a rush to cum
Wanna choke on the dong, like it’s a bong
And what is it doing, your making a moan
You make her wanna leave that muthafucka she got back home
All Os knowing is he keeps hoes going, enjoying O Trice’s groin

[Nate Dogg (Chorus)]

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Average Man

[Verse 1]
Hey yo I'm focused, it's the locust
O. Trice is holdin the soldiers, the prognosis
Probably why I rose from zero to hope
Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (nigga)
Hold the toast you provoke
44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll
Yes I hold my own
Swifty think you be boast clone, I'm aimin
Watch 'em switchin to Damons
And next Friday I can bet you's a changed man
When them thangs in hands, it's not a game man
I ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to Jehovah
Definition of a soldier, I told ya
I .. hold the toast when I approach
It's close at all times by my side in the holster
O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure
Pop [gunshot] it's all over, when the fo fo blows and goes [gunshot]

[Chorus]
When I'm up in the club
And these niggaz they wanna act tough
'Til they get plugged
Watch them bullets go [bullet shot]
Now you touched from a slug
Huggin the streets like you in love
Your heart race like [flatline]
The ambulance arrive [police siren]
They rush you to the spinner, flyin by my ride
Engine like [engine revs], homie you just died
Your family through cryin, I pulled off a crime
Just as quick as ..

[Verse 2]
Lose your face, in a fool's race
I put my tune first nigga, you was in second place
And second place just means you didn't react with haste
And this differentiates life where murder bein the case
And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erase
Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate
Cause she ain't got the taste of raisin you was a waste
Such a short span young man, sit at your wake
First I'm a man, second I'm five eight, with size and weight
Won't give a nigga the upper hand
Cause when I pop [gunshot], I get a 's up like Barry Sand
Sit in the can, you never ran like Barry Sand
Obie ain't playin, Obie got a plan
And the plan is NOT to be layin in earth slayin
I will POP before the can and earth slayin
You get SHOT for playin me less than a man motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Niggaz get it twisted, liquor make 'em envision
that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes
Which is all the touch talk in front of bitches
Yeah you fifteen deep, the Desert E a give ya stitches
And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna
But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California
You be propped on the corner, flesh meetin the coroner
O's and quarantine, cause no hoes in need, is no hoes in need
Niggaz take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer out
They start scatterin, I'm no gangster, I'm a average man
but be damned if I let 'em do me savage man
Before that I'm strapped and will challenge him
Cocked back and that [gunshot] gat will damage them
It's not a act, this is fact, this is how I'm programmed
This is me, what I'm about, this who I am motherfucker

[Chorus]

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Bad Bitch
(feat. Timbaland)

[Intro]
[strached "Obie"]

[Chorus - Timbaland]
He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll and get to know Obie
Claming that she love everything that he do, heeeey
He got a bad bitch, said she recognize a "G"
Said she want to roll, and get to know Obie
Claming that she love, everything that he do, hey, hey

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yes it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights
Writing to the microphone life, yeah this is right
This is less stringuest niggaz, this is tight
This is more dividends niggaz, get it right
Stomping like Timberlands niggaz, a pair of Nikes
But this is more Timbaland nigga and Obie Trice
The combination is invading stations, air waves
And rest haven on your listeners membranes (woo!)
I done payed some change, I got Timbo
This is not a brainy thang, yo this is simple
Get your ass up and dance, to the tempo
Exchange your stiff frame, with that of a more limbo
Grab shorty sippin' on that Shirley Temple
With that ass hanging out, and pinch her on that pimple
On her ass hanging out, nigga advance
This a world of a night, better start with the pants

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, let's keep this shit in motion (motion)
Cause we gon hang out 'til we hung over then I.V. Profin
Adios when (os when)
I fucked them thighs, who influenced with the game that was spoken
I'ma make sure she open (open)
Ménage-a-trois in these's days and times got my shit growing
And she's hoein' (hoein')
And I'm ignoring' the lies she throwing', how she won't perform?
I feed her a blunt throw on the "Quiet Storm"
She repeatedly cum, insistently all morn'
And she needed cause funs up in the purse not growin
Bitch beat it my one's you gets none (nada)
To feel she's treated as if a Playboy or lpay her dumb
I skeeted so bitch your Playboy is on the run
Deleted the bitch, outta direct connection
Thanks for calming' down, my erection, hun

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, I speak the words of experience (oh) lady I'm serious
Lyrics on my deliverance, is oh so vivid bitch
Oh no hoes up, hoes I spit it bitch (spit it)
Roll up, smoke up dro, and spit on this (spit it)
I'ma outta order cause I break the ice
And squirt liquid in your eyes, all you see is little guys
Swimming in women they claming they like my style
Treat 'em like Ike and ride (bitch!)
I don't a fuck I got the height, sure your right
I'm Barry White tonight (hey) you feeling' alright
Got a buzz and this huzzie saying O's her type
I take her to the high-end and strike (ahh)
Trick for hire, I'll never buy her to bite
Despite she tight, I'll tell the bitch you can have a nice life
See I'm working with these I's in this rhymes
It's I's, all's that not a aus-tin time

[Chorus]

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Ballad Of Obie Trice

[Chorus]
O, O, O, O, O
I think this
Obie Trice [7X]
O, O, O, O

[Obie Trice: talking over chorus]
I'd like to reintroduce myself, haha
If you don't know by now. It's Obie Trice man

[1st verse]
I came from nothing solo, straight outta the dumpster hobo
Made up my monster, I was cultivatingly slanging that cocoa
Hated the po po, locally known as abominable snow-o
Later the pig fo' rated the home where I made the dough grow
So on and so fo', the story of us urban negros
Created as equals we wouldn't have to be so eager to mistreat you
We as a people heated in evenings doing these evils
Gotta eat you, be cool, got a kid to feed that'll reach you
Or did it see thru? Or do I just speak thru the EQ just to say I got a hot sequel
When niggaz on the block gotta eat, gotta cop, gotta cot when they caught by the cops
Young Tupac's, laid in the box or they age in a cell blocks, fade away
Brick walls, steel gates, can't wait for the day to be free, that's why I'm

[Chorus]
[Obie talking over chorus]
Seen it, I done ate it, I done shit it
Slept it, lived it, now I spit it
Shady

[2nd verse]
Working that house off an no-doze, got an ounce to roll on
Trying to get rid of the pounds, I gotta whip the bounce, I gotta put that chrome on
Same old song, young nigga thats trying to get some where I come from
Funds, need 'em in abundance, whole bunch, only way a city boy function
In conjunction with selling this substance
Chips stay up, fuck it, glucks keep coming, take another pie out the oven
I'ma be hugging these corners till these corners corner me
But currently, I'm calculating this currency, urgency
Gotta earn a G, uphearnestly, up early when the birds'll sing
It's an emergency, never did occur to me, that the first and the third'll be
Such a thirst for me, life almost took a turn for the worst for me took to see
I finally had a purpose on Earth's surface the seed that was birthing me
[Obie] Gotta do a little soul searching and [Obie] myself personally
And to think all Em had to hear is one verse from me
To confirm and unblur my dreams
Best believe since burst on the scene, I'ma be here certainly
With no uncertainties, yes indeed, I'ma get this cheese and that's why he's

[Chorus fades out]

[Obie talking over chorus]
That's why I'm
That's what made me
Haha
That's why I'm
Young black man in America
Get up and get yours nigga
I know you struggling man, I been there
I see you
Get up and get yours nigga
Ain't no looking back now

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Bodyguard
(feat. Dr. Dre, Eminem)

[Dr. Dre]
Yeah
Yo, let's bring it

[Chorus - Eminem]
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
I said What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
And show us you're as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?

[Verse 1 - Dr. Dre]
Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs
Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs
Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able
To own their own label and give the game up
Some niggaz came up, some just didn't
That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't
Some niggaz'll get money and pay niggaz to back em
So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough
And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming back
And that's when extortion happens
You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be
You deal with anything to live legitimately
But you gone find if you do get in this industry
It's best to be business with me than against me
Niggaz get behind mics and ain't even MC's
Niggaz get on MTV just to diss me
This shit don't even piss me off
I'm laughin all the way to the bank
Watchin the satellite from a Bentley
You niggaz don't even got a car
You're so far under my radar
I don't even know who the fuck you are
To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin
I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin
The media just feeds into these feuds
Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule
Talking bout he's gonna slap me. Nigga please
You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees
I laugh at these magazines when they interview em
All they doin is making fake threats to us through em
And pussy you're not Pac, I knew em
Pac was a real nigga, you just a fuckin insult to em
It's too bad we had to fallout before he passes
If he could see this shit now, he'd be whoopin your ass
You're talkin to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years
Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know
Quit tryin to be tough, nigga, you look like a asshole

[Chorus - Eminem]

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
They say why don't we increase the peace
The only peace increased is that which deletes your peeps
Cuz niggaz run mouths but they don't run streets
Till that 4 5 will cease the speech
Yeah it's a shame how the beef'll creep
Could've reached the peep, now you're left with a horrible leak
I'm tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle
Nigga, I'm not boxin you, I'm hospitable
I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you
Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you?
You back on the streets? I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition your tissue
Give a fuck if all ten of them wit you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentlemen vicko
And ever since Eminem dissed you
I swear I see the women and bitch in you
All this bickering back and forth over who signs who
Curtis, pull your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off. Damn
And quit tellin all these magazines your plans
How you gone slap up my mans, you're ficticious
Nigga, we send Stan to come murder your bitches

[Chorus - Eminem]

Hahahahahaha
Yeah, yeah
Go out behind all the gangstas you want, nigga
Matter fact, go get every gangsta from every hood
In the United States of America to back you, nigga
Ain't nobody rap wit you
You can't see that?
Fell off, nigga
Hahahahahaha
Damn, damn
Shady slash Aftermath, motherfucker
2003 to infin

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Cheers

[Intro]
A lotta' mathafuckas man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy
That's what I'm doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this one is for all my dogs who didn't
make it in the struggle man I's remember
when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine, busting my
rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times,
No sight of the future
Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O?
Oh he's a bad case,
He won't last; his track record will do the math
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
Listeners but this is true
listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth
or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows,
glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls
And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
So Kobe, here's to
you and daddy's new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to tell
Buy fuck it i got a story as well
Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo
Locked in a cell, who's to blame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
Only a few remains. you talk about struggle
With your bubble gum life style,
nigga fuck you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six nigga flesh decayed
Real cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
To the grave, that hood life is in me
So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya'll feeling me
Straight from the block to the industry
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Outro]
Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My nigga Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga
We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word nigga
And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)

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Cry Now

[Intro]
"Crrrry"
Giant face nigga (giant face nigga)
Get it together (get it togheter)
I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere)
O. Trice (O. Trice)

[Verse 1]
Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned
Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gon'
All because I rap actual facts on a song
It's no fabrication, what's wrong (what's wrong)
Slum cracked to the day come (day come)
But they don't wanna gimme that, say he fakin (fakin)
Schoolcraft is the makin (makin)
But God forsake 'em, they hate I'm great
Conservin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8
You whether see him wait, momma hypervenalate
Tuckin her son underneath the state (Michigan)
Hip-Hop's my fate, since cassette tapes
I've been braced what you know of, as this niggaz culture
Put it in a chokehold, spoke as a soldier (soldier)
Yea he provoke him, to pull up out his holster
Leave you wit a visible ulcer, oggle and off ya
Niggaz ought to when he lyrically off us
All cause he salty, I'm rollin like a boss
I don't follow nigga's course, I'm akward
My choice, Rock City is my voice
The White Boy stepped down, so I will accept the crown
Exceptional however, never let ya down
Found my new niche, no more bricks
So I'm pitchin 16's, verbally bitch

[Chorus]
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now

[Verse 2]
Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna
Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us
The Boy hold the "D" down, like none other
Up comin since slums, can't knock them mothafuckas
So we, take shots at 'em, try to snuff 'em
Whether see 'em suffer, then become one up on us
Round the globe, promotin us hustlas
The white boy's cool, but refuse they brothers
So we, cock the tools, and shoot our own color
This ain't Detroit Red, you won't (X) me out (Malcolm)
I exit this, whenever be from a violent outcome
I turn Exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips
Exit on my ethics, is no longer present
X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven
So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {click-clack}
Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressin
Don't make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note (fa sho')
Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo (fa sho')
Detroit for niggaz that's slow, it's the O
I was birth wit Jehovah's hand on my soul

[Chorus]
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now

[Verse 3]
Can't explain the gift; but my aim is to take
What the streets gave my brain and spit
And I ain't evaporate, I will remain the shit
So ya lames that got a problem wit the game - tough tit
He still in the same Range, windows fixed
And I'm killin 'em come a-gain, that's as real as it gets
Off ya, tryna make me depart ya, from my thought-a
Coffin's for you, and the nigga that brought ya
The hatin start in ya, release from our father
The people at the alter, saying ya better off
You don't wanna see a demon, come out of a humen being
Recent being the sience, and to him it's too extreme
Catch me in the BM, like Tupac and them
Or in that Tahoe like Christopher - NO
Poppa gon' keep poppin Cris on you hoes
And piss on those, who exist as my foes
O rolls through shit, spittin cold flows
Knows his business, I'll be missed if I go
Who you know holdin the city on his shoulders
Flow is ferocious, it's O shit, true vocalist - BITCH!

[Chorus]
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now

[Outro]
"Crrrrrry now" [to fade]

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Don't Come Down

Don't come down things will always wake up
Don't come down things will always wake up
Don't come down things will always wake up
So when you find yourself in peices

As a child i was fowl
(uh) Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth (daddys ain't shit)
You would cuss, fuss till your blood pressure went up, then give up and slouch on the couch and drink ya liqor (fuck you dog)
A hard headed nigga I was quick temper short attention span not attending class (no) what a dummy
I would run over you honey
You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a mommy
Don't use my phone don't even eat my food
Matter a fact, Dont speak
It was just me and you in that house with that mouse and them traps and they gat, waitin on the day when you gon pull the
trigger back
[Chorus]

Don't come down things will always wake up (Im )
Don't come down things will always wake up (I messed up)
Don't come down things will always wake up (Did wrong)
So when you find yourself in peices

You tryin to kill me boy (no)
Is that what you wanna do, kill me? You wanna kill me (kill me)
Your not feelin me the beepers not that drastic
Its the B blasted, bastard
Your lyin (your lyin)
You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em
She knew, damn but she hated that it was true
I done raised two boys I can do away with you
The locks changed and the nights got colder
Im slinging bolders lookin like the bolda tolka
Fuck it im the osta
Im down for mounds ride by my corner
Like Im not gone cry (no)
Not reek the pain of watchin my youngest man (no no no)
On the corners slangin cane
Im callin the cops

[chorus x2]

Ma even though I left the house alone
I was seventeen years old on my own using these streets as my home (yea)
Theres no reason to prolong this beef (yea i love you)
Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you
You the reason when I hustled I knew the stack
The reason when I opened up t mics i knew to rip (rip dat)
The ethnics you instilled on this hectic young brother
Rubbed off after all
Now look at ya boy (Look)
When they ask about me now you aint gon just put ya head down ma
Straighten up ma you can smile now, proud
Everythings kosher with the boshterous oysta
Lets get closer
The regrets never opposed us

[chorus x2]