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"