Ghais Guevara Your Getaway (ad Break)
[Intro]
After many moons, the hourglass moved
I envisioned a future, one of good repute
I'ma make the most of the last of my youth (Uh)
I'ma make the most of the last of my youth (Look)
[Verse]
Robbed of a breath, depriving you from sex
Head in the sand 'cause you sick of the demands
You rather the sand be in Jacquemus bikini
Somewhere far away where you can make new secrets
Boiler Room is welcoming the fascist-leaning incidentals
You rеmember days when you was snеakin' out yo' nest
Lineup at the festival got A.I. in the instrumental
You just wanna get into some trouble with ya' friends
Women sick of niggas, bitches irk the men
Direct deposit hittin' and I know where to spend it
But if you from Afghanistan, Somalia, or Libyan
That travel ban mean you gon' need another place to chill in
[Bridge]
Look, I don't make the rules, that's from the top down
I just enforce 'em, and that ain't no endorsement
In fact, I think the bullet shoulda' hit his ass too
[Chorus]
After many moons, the hourglass moved
I envisioned a future, one of good repute
I'ma make the most of the last of my youth (Uh)
I'ma make the most of the last of my youth (Look)
[Outro]
Now, if you ask me
Psychology's mistake was to treat forgetting as a negative determination, not to discover its active and positive character
The memory of traces is itself full of hatred
Hatred or revenge is hidden even in the most tender and most loving memories
The ruminants of memory disguise this hatred by a subtle operation
Think of the Trojans who, in Helen, respected and admired the cause of their own misfortune
The man of ressentiment must turn misfortune into something mediocre
He must recriminate and distribute blame
Look at his inclination to play down the value of causes, to make misfortune "someone's fault"
