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Lletres: End of a Year. You Are Beneath Me. Eddie Antar.


So you wonder what men want? Well, here's a heads-up:
Everything and then some. And more. And more.
I'll take what I can before they slap the cuffs on.
A pine tree fell through my window and I stood there
while the wind blew cold rain against my bed.
I chose not to wake you.
It's my own tower in Dubai, but it's burning at all times.
It's cash-on-demand, but the money ignites when it touches my hands.
Oh, what it is to be broke. What it means to have no money.
So you wonder what men want? Where, here's a heads-up:
Everything and then some. And more. And more.
I'll take what I can before they slap the cuffs on.
Pine Hills Market, left a mess by students' vomit.
I wore my Rush shirt and got in a fight, right on the sidewalk.
It's my own tower in Dubai, but it's burning at all times.
It's cash-on-demand, but the money ignites when it touches my hands.
Oh, what it is to be broke. What it means to have no money.
Insurance fire!
So you wonder what men want? Well, here's a heads-up:
Everything and then some. And more. And more.
I'll take what I can before they slap the cell door.
A pine tree fell through my window and I stood there
while the wind blew cold rain against my bed.
I chose not to wake you.