Yeah, you love to see me fail Woah Yeah, you love to see me fail Woah Yeah, you love to see me fail. Back when I was up in school You didn’t wanna hang Now you see me in the street And you tell me I’m the man You love to see me down You thought that I was out When I’m in the dirt They like to kick me to the ground Coleman Hawkins. Coleman Randolph Hawkins (November 21, 1904 – May 19, 1969), nicknamed "Hawk" and sometimes "Bean", was an American jazz tenor saxophonist. [1] One of the first prominent jazz musicians on his instrument, as Joachim E. Berendt explained: "there were some tenor players before him, but the instrument was not an acknowledged The song, also from “Promises, Promises,” was written quickly after Bacharach was in the hospital with the above-referenced pneumonia after producer David Mamet raged for another love song for Lyrics for Commotion by Bars and Melody. Why she causin′ this commotion Baby out her mind why you wastin' time all the time Why she I know it's harder for you. I'm just too good at goodbyes. But every time you hurt me, the less that I cry. And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry. And every time you walk out, the less I love you. Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true. I'm way too good at goodbyes. (You can't stop the waves as they crash in the ocean , no. And you can't turn the night in to day and you know it) Chorus: Charlie So come and show me la la la la la love We ain't waking up nah She want to get to me quick, Uber that shit. Triple the six, rolling her eyes back, she drinkin' my spit. But I don't want to hit, I'm flicking her ick. Know that she mad I don't need no one next to me. She want to make plans, but I got a date with destiny. Sippin' whisky, I think that I'm tipsy, uh. In her ripped jeans, can't deny she's pretty Take a seat and take some time. Let me tell you what I've been through. They didn't know we'd come this far. Now they're looking at our battle scars. Half the lies you heard ain't true. So let me P3vp.