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Sipag at Tiyaga — OFW Anthem 2 by Lynne

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Sipag at Tiyaga — OFW Anthem 2 by Lynne - Hip Hop / Disco music cover art

Sipag at Tiyaga — OFW Anthem 2

Hip Hop / Disco

0:003:53
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1 2 3 Kumusta na?
Sunrise sa bansa, pero gabi na dito.
Clock ticks, solo 8, pero pusi sa'yo.
Guloy ang shift, overtime no live.
Balikbayan box, puno ng hugs, basalukon nang a-hud.
Late-night video call, muwan a night.
Beklat ng olas, hey, bad vibes.
You can't get a good night's sleep,
But I'm howlin' — I'm a fighter.
I'm a fighter, you can't have your own.
I'm a fighter, you can't have your own.
I'm a fighter, you can't have your own.
I'm a fighter, you can't have your own.
I'm a fighter, you can't have your own.
Beklat ng olas, hey, alam sabi nya parang
Gamot, zapagodit, sakit ng katawan.
Remittance, nil, numeric low,
Pandala sa bahay, kita po sa mata nila.
Ang baas ay gumabalik at lumalawa,
Kapit lang.
Hold the line, we keep the line.
Kahit malayo ang time.
Kumusta kahit glow in the wire.
We breathe, we build, we spark the fire.
Woo, you've got the echo, we rise, we fly.
We rise, we fly.
You've got the echo, we rise, we fly.
We rise, we fly.
You've got the echo, we rise, we fly.
We rise, we fly…
We rise, we fly…
Clock in, clock out, hustle in the night.
Strong call, send us the kitchen fly.
Chips high, nightside neon.
Morning, bedding, crying dawn.
Story's over, chat, ya na laban.
Deeper tapas, bro.
Our titty is playing, kahit nisan hu mihig di.
Pero my plan to reach up behind my new Panabibi.
One time's on the payroll.
Ballots and TiVo count.
Call me, I'm back on.
Remy Chang style, tomorrow mount.
Remy Chang style, tomorrow mount.
Remy Chang style, tomorrow mount.
Sa-ra-sa-ra-sa-ra-sa.
Sararará ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra.
You've got the echo, we rise, we fly.
We rise, we fly.
You've got the echo, we rise, we fly.
We rise, we fly.
You've got the echo, we rise, we fly.
We rise, we fly.
Stomp the floor, heart beat.
Bounce, repeat, hands up.
Throw your kids to the street.
Disco beats, clap, clap.
Video call beat.
How are you? How are you?
Say it loud, we won't retreat.
Late night prayers, a small room.
Photos on the fridge, young ox drawing taped on the door.
Promises whispered into a phone that keeps you warm.
Distance is a number, love is the storm.
Balik, bayan, box, tape, tight.
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra, ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra.
Woo-gun.