I still believe in your eyes
I just don't care what you've done in your life
Baby, I'll always be here by your side
Don't leave me waiting too long, please, come by
I still believe in your eyes
There is no choice, I belong to your life
Because I, I live to love you someday
You'll be my baby and we'll fly away
And I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you
You
You
You
Every day and every night
I always dream that you are by my side
Oh, baby, every day and every night
Well, I said everything's gonna be alright
And I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you
You
You

m249 SAW .300 BLK AP 200 RNDS

Not all heroes wear capes. Some of them wear fake police officer clothes :P

Brenton Tarrant is beyond based.

I HAD ENOUGH!
MUST BE RIPPED OFF!
THIS WORLD IS ROT!
THIS IS MY TIME!
FUCK ALL THIS EVIL!
I'M OVER YOU WITH THE RIFLE NO DEAGLE!

Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah
He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He'd be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen, and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah"
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
Run, run, run, run
R-r-r-run, run, run, run
R-r-r-run, run, run, run
R-r-r-run
Run, run
Run, run, run
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run faster than my bullet

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the streetwise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night, I toss and I turn
And I dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere, just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder
And rising with the heat
It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me off my feet, yeah
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear there is someone, somewhere, watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood
(Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood)
(Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood, blood)
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure, and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

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Everybody know my name
Meek Milly Flow is flames
Plus I got that fireman
Puffas call me Lil Wayne
And I got a little game
Hoes feel a nigga's swag
Trying to fuck and suck me just so they can get they niggas mad
See me I just sit and laugh
You the one that wife that
You eating her and treating her see I'm the one that pipe that
Soon as I'm finished with her
You can have her right back
If I get a piece of pie my man got to slice that
Breakdown, takedown
Shorty keep your mouth shut
This is what we do, 1-0-2 You ain't about that
 I don't give a fuck I'll leave you stuck like a mouse trap
Middle of the city Tell your brother that get with me I be stuntin' with the 50,
Caliber they holler then I can jump out his Dickies and we be ridin' with them silencers
Ain't nobody seeing me
The whole hood agree with me
I'm wiping niggas out (OUT)
They like what I'm about (BOUT)
Every time I'm killing it the whole hood feeling it
I got the word of mouth (MOUTH)
Right now I'm on the south (SOUTH)
Dealing with them killing niggas sheisty and gorilla niggas
Fuck it though we out
He talking what he about (bout?)
Nigga making threats, it's a bet I'll send my Bloodhounds barking at his house

Them summer nights can even turn cold
In the streets of Philly where niggas don't even get to turn old,
My heart pump until it turn gold
--You niggas stuck in neutral, I'm ridin' like, "Fuck it it's a long road"
Shit I'm the one I'm like the lost soul
In the middle with heaven and hell see nigga only God knows
When your time gon' come
And your eyes roll straight to the back
Now you seeing all black
That mac go lean and that nine go clap
This that murder murder music to rewind you back
Put that Ruger all up to you, watch your mind go splat
All over the wall, nigga, all over that raw
It's the same 'ole Meek, still the same OG
Got that crack music listen let your brain OD
I'll be playing low key
Me and one of my niggas
Riding through the city plotting on some of the niggas
That be thinking they gon' get me
I'ma run to you niggas
And that's a couple dead bodies for a couple of niggas
G'yeah, monster
Sitting like a mobster
Revolver on my lap
Barrel full of Black Talons
I lick it at your squadron
Roll up, like "Hold up"
Start spitting while I'm driving
Peel off then roll up, you niggas better slow up
Before you bang the fuck out
I aim let it flame blow your brains all the fuck out
All over your shirt, since a youngin' I was buck wild
All up in the dirt, ma' screaming "Get the fuck out!"
North where I was raised at, South Philly I played that
Wherever I'm around I hold it down like a wave cap
Yeah my niggas stay strapped
Blaze and I'ma blaze back
All over that yolk and get your motherfucking egg cracked
North side a Berks Streeta, Southside a Eight Balla
Posted by the green gate, cops come we scrape on 'em
Niggas dropping tapes on 'em
Trying to get us locked down
Snitchin' to the district that's enough to get ya chopped down
That nine perebellum, fuck around and get a nigga momma cerebellum
They ain't riding, man they tellin'
I be sliding with a seven,
 
All titanium
Big boy sound jump around when I'm flaming him
Me I play my role getting hoes like I'm Chamberlin
Same one you kissed same one that give me cranium!
Every time I touch a gun, all I hear is "Damien"
Trying to pipe me up to rack a nigga like I'm Dame and 'em!
I bounce on them tracks, like I bounce on them bikes
I'm so nice with i, I ain't even write in it
I'm usually on the low blowing, dro like tenant
We got a big 45 on my side right in it
G'Yeah, they got Omelly all day I’m in the house, stressing out
While I’m running all around, in the town acting out
Beef come we clap it out,
All the real shit my niggas do, we don’t rap about
‘Cause niggas’ll rat you out, as soon as they get the word
I know niggas saying they homies as soon as they get a bird
Niggas’ll get you served like four-and-a-half
I’m the nigga with .32, I’ll put four in yo’ ass
I’m the nicest nigga out, out
Ain't nobody seeing me (me) the whole hood agree with me
I'm wiping niggas out (out), they like what I'm about (bout)
Shit every time I'm killing it, the whole hood feelin' it
I got the word of mouth (oh wow), right now I'm on the south (south)
Dealin with them killa niggas, sheisty and gorilla niggas
Fuck it tho, we out!(out) You talking what he bout (bout)
Nigga making threats, it's a bet I send my bloodhounds barking at his house (BOP BOP BOP BOP)
Like soon as he come out(OUT), give me what you got(GOT)
And make sure you kill him ‘cause I want him in a box
We in the slums of  Philadelphia, Where drugs the only wealth for ya, 'Where guns’ll take ya’ health for ya’, they won’t even send help for ya’

Our patience has its limits.