Your Getaway (Ad Break)

[Intro] Nothing beats a Jet2 holiday And right now you can save fifty pounds per person That's— (Manhã) [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, uh (Look) [Verse] Robbed of a breath, deprivin' 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 Boilеr Room is welcomin' the fascist-leaning incidеntals You remember days when you was sneakin' out yo' nest, huh 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 Libya That travel ban mean you gon' need another place to chill in [Interlude] 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 I'm tryna— [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, uh [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"