Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I have four hundred cars
I have four hundred scars and four hundred guitars
I have four hundred houses
I have four hundred mouses and four hundred houses
Bet you I can dance better than you
I bet you you don't know two plus two
It's four! It's four!
Now go and shut the door
Cause nobody wants to see your face no more
I'm tough as nails
You're slower than a snail
I beat up every single person in jail
I dare you to try and punch me
My face is so hard you'll say, "Ouch, you crunched me"
I fought two lions and won
And I don't even carry a gun
But I never run, but I never run
But I never r-r-r-r, but I never run
You know you know that
Hustle still stackin' dead presidents They say he on his way out well that's a
Reasonable doubt ain't no people like the ones I got friend or foe politics as usual
I'm feelin' it still livin' with regrets with all these imaginary players you must love me
I told you all in do time the city is mine