Текст песни Constance (Joey Beats remix) - Mr. J. Medeiros
An
old
man
vacationing
he
stands
patently
Under
a
hotel
sign
that
blinks
vacancy
He's
thinking
maybe
he's
to
late
to
make
the
drop
off
Until
a
truck
coming
his
way
breaks
and
stops
short
And
now
he's
out
of
sorts
and
you
can
see
he's
sorta
nervous
Walking
to
the
passenger
door
to
meet
his
ordered
service
This
is
someone's
daughter
working
blames
his
conscience
The
driver
says,
"She's
my
youngest,
her
name
is
Constance."
He
comments,
"...and
its
only
six
dollars
per
visit
Just
don't
leave
any
marks
on
her,
it
hurts
business"
Thought
for
a
minute
then
confessed,
"That's
fair."
Since
it
was
three
dollars
less
then
his
cab
fare
"How
old
are
you
honey?"
she
says,
"I'm
thirteen."
Her
nose
was
runny
its
raining
in
the
Philippines
He
hands
over
the
money
in
a
chilling
scene
The
truck
drives
off
and
now
he's
on
the
hunt
to
kill
her
dreams
The
sign
reads
no
vacancy
He
leads
Constance
to
a
room
he
has
rented
for
taping
See
he's
about
to
turn
six
into
six
thousand
And
all
you
have
to
do
is
click
on
your
web
browser
It's
not
illegal
to
use
rapping
as
a
cash
crop
As
long
as
it
says
she's
18
on
your
laptop
The
sound
of
rain
is
her
backdrop
laying
there
Like
she's
waiting
for
somebody
to
say
they
care
While
the
tears
of
God
fall
down
the
window
pane
She
feels
unholy
like
the
Father
doesn't
know
her
name
Marry
Magdalene
and
the
women
at
the
well
He
knows
everything
that
happens
And
in
His
arms
she
fell
He's
twenty
one
and
all
alone
in
his
household
He's
tempted
by
the
quiet
he
feels
and
the
mouse
he
holds
The
silence
of
his
spouse
is
cold
So
he's
about
to
help
that
man
get
his
six
thousand
gold
One
click
and
now
she's
Withholding
is
conscience
scrolling
trough
the
comments
There
she
is
looking
confident
a
picture
of
Constance
In
a
series
of
video
clips
"Adult
Content"
The
title
blinks
in
bold
letters
like
the
vacancy
sign
It's
his
time
to
go
get
her
It's
like
his
mind
doesn't
know
better
Her
soul
is
crying
out,
"Let
me
go."
but
he
won't
let
her
He
got
her
trapped
inside
his
media
player
Held
captive
by
his
need
to
reply
her
It's
a
matter
of
he
being
here
and
she
being
there
That's
why
he
doesn't
feel
the
need
to
care
Guilt
is
in
the
seed
he
bared
Spilling
his
shares
of
the
profit
On
a
five
hundred
million
dollar
market
Where
children
are
regarded
as
product
And
traded
like
stock
tips
And
rapped
for
the
sake
of
our
pockets
His
laptop
sits
like
a
window
into
Constance's
room
Where
he
exits
cus
its
almost
noon
And
he's
expecting
his
wife
home
soon
With
new
clothes
for
the
baby
She'd
be
angry
if
she
saw
his
new
lady
A
thirteen-year-old
Filipino
names
Constance
Trust
me
girl
God
has
not
forgotten
If
He
knew
Mary
Magdalene
and
the
women
at
the
well
He
knows
everything
happened
and
in
His
arms
she
fell
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