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Goldie

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A$AP Rocky

{"A\\$AP Rocky"}

Aha, aha I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest Somehow it seems girls in they late teens Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless It's just me, myself, and I and mothafuckas that I came with Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink? It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state Man on the moon, got a condo out in space Open up your legs, tell me how it taste And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face" Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Oh, yeah, oh, right Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)

Dont Like.1

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Kanye West, Chief Keef, Pusha T, Big Sean & Jadakiss

{"Kanye West / Chief Keef / Pusha T / Big Sean & Jadakiss"}

Fraud niggas, y'all niggas, that's that shit I don't like Your shit make-believe, rappin' about my own life Real names kill things, that's that shit I won't write 'Cause my niggas still sellin' dope Like they ain't on their third strikes Campin' out in that corridor, fuck you waitin' on Jordans for? I middle-man it for twenty-three Just meet me somewhere 'round Baltimore (Woo!) That's rare, nigga (Woo!) Ric Flair, nigga (Woo!) The power's in my hair, nigga (Woo!) I give this beat the chair, nigga SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta Dope money, hope money, Hublot, my watch better My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like Pay homage or K's vomit, ungrateful niggas I don't like-rrrah! A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang bang) A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang bang) A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang bang, haha!) Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like (This Chicago, nigga!) They smile in my face is what I don't like They steal your whole sound: that's a soundbite The media crucify me like they did Christ They want to find me not breathin' like they found Mike (Whoa-oh-oh) A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite (Whoa-oh-oh) But I'd never hit a woman, never in my life (Ayy!) I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife' (Ayy!) In that pussy so deep, I could have drowned twice (Whoa-oh-oh) Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice (Whoa-oh-oh) Eatin' good: vegetarian with the brown rice (Ayy!) Girls kissin' girls, 'cause it's hot, right? (Ayy!) But unless they use a strap-on, then they not dykes (Whoa-oh-oh) They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life (Whoa-oh-oh) We hangin' out the window: it's about to be a Suge night (Ayy!) Free Bump J, real nigga for life (Ayy!) Shoutout to Derrick Rose, man, that nigga nice (Whoa-oh-oh) Shoutout to L.E.P., Jay Boogie, right? (Whoa-oh-oh) Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi, right? Right?! A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Right now) A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Right now) A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Right now) Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like Don't like (Like) don't like (Right now) A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Young Chop on the beat) Fake Gucci, that's that shit that I don't like (Nah, nah) Smokin' on this dope, higher than a kite This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe (yah) Screamin', "Sosa, that's that nigga that I like!" (Sosa) I don't want relations, I just want one night (One night) 'Cause a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like (Nah) I got tats up on my arm 'cause this shit is life (That's life, tatted) And I stunt so much in clothes 'cause I'm livin' life (Life, Louis, Gucci) I come up on the scene, and I'm stealin' light Bitch, I'm high off life, got me feelin' right (300) Bitch, I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like! An-an-and bitch, we GBE, we just go on sight (GBE baby) A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Right now) A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Right now) A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Right now) Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like Chief Keef, Chi-Town, D-Town, you know? Whoa, we are not one and the same Nigga, I'm fuckin' insane, fuck is you sayin'? Yo' ass been doin' the same Shit, not doin' what you sayin', dang I told yo' old bitch she was fuckin' a lame Turn one ho to a train Blaow, blang, my niggas holdin' that pain I just hope you been prayin'-bang bang! Ridin' for my niggas and that's for life High class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlives And I run this bitch like it's no lights Goin' hard the whole night 'cause I ain't goin' back to my old life I promise A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (right now!) A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (nah!) A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (right now!) Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like HEEEEH! I done sold purp (Purple), I done sold white (White) Runnin' outta work, that's that shit I don't like (Nah) She never let me hit it (Nah), she gave me dome twice (haha) She blowin' up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut Put the pressure on 'em, just when they think that I eased up Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother thirty for the Jesus (Uh-huh) Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas! A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang bang) A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang bang) A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang bang) Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like

Stand by Me

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Ben E. King

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When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid Oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me So darlin', darlin', stand by me Oh, stand by me Oh, stand Stand by me, stand by me If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountains should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry No, I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darlin', darlin', stand by me Oh, stand by me Whoa, stand now Stand by me, stand by me Darlin', darlin', stand by me Oh, stand by me Oh, stand now Stand by me, stand by me Whenever you're in trouble, won't you stand by me? Oh, stand by me Whoa, just stand now Oh, stand, stand by me

No Lie

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2 Chainz

{Drake}

EarDrummers, Mike WiLL Made-It Yah! T.R.U., 2 Chainz! I am smokin' on that gas, life should be on Cinemax Movie, bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass Who he's? Not I, I smoke strong; that Popeye Louie V's in my archives, black diamonds; apartheid Bread up and my top down, on the block with a block out Hit your ass with that bla-kow, dope enough to go in yo' nostrils I take your girl and kidnap her, feed her to my mattress A skeleton in my closet, it's probably one of these dead-ass rappers It's probably one of these pussy-ass niggas, don't try me, I'll pull that trigger Got your car note in my cup, and your rent in my Swisher That pussy so good I miss ya, head game's so vicious And all I get is cheese, like I'm takin' pictures Yeah, I say fuck you, 'less I'm with ya If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do, nah, I just do it for the niggas That are tryna see a million 'fore they die, whattup? 2 Chainz and Champagne, you want true? That's true enough Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus She came through, she brought food, she got fucked, she knew whassup She think I'm the realest out and I say, "Damn, that makes two of us" Aww, that look like what's her name, chances are it's what's her name Chances are if she was acting up then I fucked her once and never fucked again She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee Just need to know what that pussy like so one time is fine with me Young as an intern, but money like I built the shit Streets talkin', they'll confirm, go ask them who just killed the shit Stay keepin' my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax Me and Chainz go way back, we don't talk shit, we just state facts Yes, Lord Yeah, I say fuck you, 'less I'm with ya If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do Nah, I just do it for the niggas That are tryna see a million 'fore they die Whattup? Name a nigga that want some, I'll out-rap his ass, out-trap his ass Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass, take him out Bring 'em in, them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend I did what they say I wouldn't, went where they say I couldn't (Tru!) YSL belt buckle, y'all niggas sure is lookin' Y'all niggas sure is lucky, two chains on my rugby Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on that pussy Yeah, I say fuck you, 'less I'm with ya If I take you out of the picture, I know real niggas won't miss ya No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-i-ee-i Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say word You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie Real niggas say true You ain't never told no lie, you ain't never told no lie That's a thing I don't do, nah, I just do it for the niggas That are tryna see a million 'fore they die, whattup? Word, word, T.R.U

I Dont Like

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Chief Keef

{"Lil Reese"}

(Young Chop on the beat) I'on like GBE Baby I'on like Sos' baby You know how we rockin' baby Fake niggas, fake life A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like Don't like, like, don't like, like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Don't like, like, don't like, like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah A popped bitch, that's that shit I don't like I got a bad bitch, yeah, that bitch white We smoke dope all day, all night You smoke Reggie, that's that shit I don't like We got a fuckin' Audi, that bitch all white (Skrr, skrr, skrr) Pull up on your bitch, bet she gon' like Sosa bitch, yeah, I done gon' hype Pistol totin' and I'm shootin' on sight A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like Your bitch want do the team, bet she won't fight Bitch, we GBE; fuck who don't like! And we ain't gon' fight, our guns gon' fight A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like Don't like, like, don't like, like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Don't like, like, don't like, like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Fake True's, that's that shit I don't like Fake shoes, that's that shit I don't like Fake niggas, that's that shit I don't like Stalking-ass bitch, shit I don't like I done got indicted selling all white But I won't never snitch, none in my life I keep this shit 3hunna, bitch, I'm goin' right With my niggas when it's time to start taking lives Playing both sides, shit that I don't like Wartime spark broad day, all night Playing both sides, shit that I don't like Wartime spark broad day, all night A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like Don't like, like, don't like, like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Don't like, like, don't like, like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah I'm killing these niggas, shit that they don't like Broski got the 30, he ain't tryna fight Got your bitch, I was in it all night Fredo in the cut, that's a scary sight You not with the shits you can die tonight I only want the top, I ain't tryna pipe Them youngins with the shits, they be totin' pipe Floatin' off at flat, I might take flight 3hunna, bitch, we hot, we done took flight Taking shit down, we ain't like the price Thirsty-ass bitches, shit that we don't like OTFGBE your bitch like A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like Don't like, like, don't like, like A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Don't like, like, don't like, like A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah

Same Love

rap

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

{"Mary Lambert"}

When I was in the third grade, I thought that I was gay 'Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight I told my mom, tears rushing down my face She's like, "Ben, you've loved girls since before Pre-K!" Trippin', yeah I guess she had a point, didn't she? A bunch of stereotypes all in my head I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at little league." A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant For those that like the same sex had the characteristics The right-wing conservatives think it's a decision And you can be cured with some treatment and religion Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition Playing God, aw nah, here we go America the brave still fears what we don't know And "God loves all his children" is somehow forgotten But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago I don't know And I can't change, even if I tried Even if I wanted to And I can't change, even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love, my love, my love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me Have you read the YouTube comments lately? "Man, that's gay" gets dropped on the daily We've become so numb to what we're sayin' Our culture founded from oppression Yet we don't have acceptance for 'em Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it "Gay" is synonymous with the lesser It's the same hate that's caused wars from religion Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment The same fight that led people to walk-outs and sit-ins It's human rights for everybody, there is no difference Live on and be yourself When I was at church they taught me something else If you preach hate at the service, those words aren't anointed That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen I might not be the same, but that's not important No freedom 'til we're equal, damn right I support it And I can't change, even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love, my love, my love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm We press play, don't press pause: progress, march on! With a veil over our eyes, we turn our back on the cause 'Til the day that my uncles can be united by law Kids are walking 'round the hallway Plagued by a pain in their heart A world so hateful, some would rather die than be who they are And a certificate on paper isn't gonna solve it all But it's a damn good place to start No law's gonna change us, we have to change us Whatever god you believe in, we come from the same one Strip away the fear, underneath it's all the same love About time that we raised up! And I can't change, even if I tried Even if I wanted to And I can't change, even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love, my love, my love She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm She keeps me warm Love is patient Love is kind Love is patient Love is kind (not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (not crying on Sundays) Love is patient Love is kind

Numb

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Linkin Park

{}

I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow Every step that I take is another mistake to you Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow I've become so numb, I can't feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware I'm becoming this, all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Can't you see that you're smothering me? Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control 'Cause everything that you thought I would be Has fallen apart, right in front of you Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow Every step that I take is another mistake to you Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow And every second I waste is more than I can take I've become so numb, I can't feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware I'm becoming this, all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you And I know I may end up failing, too But I know you were just like me With someone disappointed in you I've become so numb, I can't feel you there Become so tired, so much more aware I'm becoming this, all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you I've become so numb, I can't feel you there I'm tired of being what you want me to be I've become so numb, I can't feel you there I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Pop That

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French Montana

{"Lil Wayne","Rick Ross",Drake}

Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Drop that pussy, bitch Pop that pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop I'm Young Papi, Champagne Pop that, pop that, pop that They know the face, and they know the name Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Bounce Drop that pussy, bitch What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that Work, work, work, work, bounce Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that pussy Work, work, work, what you twerkin' with? (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that Work, work, work, work, bounce Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Work, work, work, what you twerkin' with? (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Montana! Work-work-work-work-work-work What you twerkin' with? Throw it, bust it open Show me what you twerkin' with Ass so fat need a lap dance I'm in that white ghost chasin' Pac-Man Hundred out the lot, I be leanin', that CÎROC Hundred large, bring a mop Car's tinted like Barack Got a Brinks truck in my pocket (Pocket) 30 chains on my collar (Collar) Two drops, no mileage (Mileage) Top off like Wallace And I'm inhalin' smoke, bitch know that (Know that) Filthy rich before rap ('Fore rap) Your new deal, I throw that (Throw that) Three beans I'm on that (Haaan) We pop a molly (Haaan), she bust it open (Haaan) She seen the 'gatti (Haaan), that pussy soakin' (Woo!) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Shout out to the infernos Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Strawberries, Luke what it do? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Let's go Pop that, pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper Bitches know I'm that nigga, talkin' four-door Bugatti I'm the life of the party, let's get these hoes on the Molly You know I came to stunt, so drop that pussy, bitch I got what you want, drop that pussy, bitch (Woo) Film it, film it, this bitch want me to film it Ballin', ballin' like I play for New England Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute That's 50... one hundred, I see no fuckin' limits Shout out to Uncle Luke (Huh) Shout out my bitches too (Huh) We the 2 Live Crew Two for me, two for you (Woo) Feed them bitches carrots (Huh) Fuck em like a rabbit Sorry that's a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? (Yeah) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce, don't stop) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Let's go Pop that, pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? I'm about bein' single, seein' double, makin' triple (Right) I hope you pussy niggas hatin' never make a nickel (Right) It's good to make it better when your people make it with you Money comin', money goin', ain't like you could take it with you (Alright) It's about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin' crib And I'm pickin' up the keys to the bitch right now OVO that's major shit, Toronto with me that's mayor shit Gettin cheddar packs like K.D., OKC that's player shit We don't dress alike, we don't rap alike I shine different, I rhyme different Only thing you got is some years on me Man fuck you and your time difference I'm Young Papi, Champagne They know the face and they know the name Got one watch that could prolly pay for like all your chains And you'd owe me change, ah! Greystone, 20 bottles that's all me On the couch, wildin' out yelling free my niggas 'til they all free One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B, so Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy What you twerkin' with? Bitch! Stop talkin' that shit And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit Okay I fuck a bitch and I'm gone That's gangsta: Al Capone I make that pussy spit like Bone I'm talkin' 'bout bone, bone, bone bone I'm fuckin' with French, excuse my French I lose my mind before I lose my bitch Money ain't a thing but a chicken wing Bitch I ball like two eyelids YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin' I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands I'm a beast, I'm off the leash I am rich like a bitch On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit I go by the name Lil Tunechi Your girl is a groupie And nigga, you's a square And I will twist you like in a Rubik's Motherfucker I'm on my skateboard Watch me do a trick, ho I'm 5'5" but I could 6-9 Then beat that pussy like Klitschko It's French Montana, fuck Joe It's Weezy F, fuck hoes It's Truk the world It's Truk yo girl It's Trukfit by the truck load, biatch! Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop Pop that, pussy, pussy (Oh yeah) What you twerkin' with? Don't stop, pop that, don't stop (I forgot) Pop that, pop that, pop that (Bounce) Don't stop, pop that, don't stop What you twerkin' with? Young Moolah, baby!

Wonderwall

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Oasis

{}

Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you By now, you shoulda somehow realised what you gotta do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don't know how Because maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall Today was gonna be the day, but they'll never throw it back to you By now, you should've somehow realised what you're not to do I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now And all the roads that lead you there were winding And all the lights that light the way are blinding There are many things that I would like to say to you But I don't know how I said maybe You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe (I said maybe) You're gonna be the one that saves me And after all You're my wonderwall I said maybe (I said maybe) You're gonna be the one that saves me (Saves me) You're gonna be the one that saves me (Saves me) You're gonna be the one that saves me (Saves me)

Pyramids

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Frank Ocean

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Oh, oh, oh, oh Set the cheetahs on the loose Oh, oh, oh, oh There's a thief out on the move Oh, oh, oh, oh Underneath our legion's view Oh, oh, oh, oh They have taken Cleopatra Run run run, come back for my glory (Cleopatra) Bring her back to me (Cleopatra) Run run run, the crown of our pharaoh (Cleopatra) The throne of our queen is empty (Cleopatra) We'll run to the future, shining like diamonds In a rocky world, rocky-rocky world Our skin like bronze and our hair like cashmere As we march to the rhythm on the palace floor Chandeliers inside the pyramids tremble from the force Cymbals crash inside the pyramids, voices fill up the halls Set the cheetahs on the loose There's a thief out on the move Underneath our legion's view They have taken Cleopatra, Cleopatra The jewel of Africa, jewel What good is a jewel that ain't still precious? How could you run off on me? How could you run off on us? You feel like God inside that gold I found you laying down with Samson and his full head of hair I found my black queen Cleopatra, bad dreams, Cleopatra Remove her, send the cheetahs to the tomb Our war is over, our queen has met her doom No more, she lives no more, serpent in her room No more, he has killed Cleopatra, Cleopatra Big sun coming strong through the motel blinds Wake up to your girl For now, let's call her Cleopatra, Cleopatra I watch you fix your hair Then put your panties on in the mirror, Cleopatra Then your lipstick, Cleopatra Then your six-inch heels, catch her She's headed to the pyramid She's working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Pimping in my convos Bubbles in my champagne, let it be some jazz playing Top floor motel suite twisting my cigars Floor model TV with the VCR Got rubies in my damn chain Whip ain't got no gas tank but it still got woodgrain Got your girl working for me Hit the strip and my bills paid That keep my bills paid Hit the strip and my bills paid Keep a nigga bills paid She's working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid You showed up after work, I'm bathing your body Touch you in places only I know You're wet and you're warm just like our bathwater Can we make love before you go? The way you say my name makes me feel like I'm that nigga but I'm still unemployed You say it's big but you take it, ride cowgirl But your love ain't free no more, baby But your love ain't free no more She's working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid, that's right Working at the pyramid tonight, yeah Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight Working at the pyramid Working at the pyramid tonight

As Long As You Love Me

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Justin Bieber

{"Big Sean"}

As long as you love me (Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me) As long as you love me (Love me, love me, love me, love me) As long as you love me We're under pressure (We're under pressure) Seven billion people in the world tryna fit in (Tryna fit in) Keep it together (Keep it together) Smile on your face, even though your heart is frowning (Frowning) But hey now (Hey now), you know, girl (You know, girl) We both know, it's a cruel world (Cruel world) But I will (But I will) take my chances As long as you love me We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke As long as you love me I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold As long as you love me, love me As long as you love me, love me I'll be your soldier (I'll be your soldier) Fighting every second of the day for your dreams, girl (For your dreams, girl) I'll be your Hova (I'll be your Hova) You could be my Destiny's Child on the scene, girl So don't stress (Don't stress), and don't cry (And don't cry) Oh, we don't need no wings to fly (Wings to fly) Just take (Take), my hand As long as you love me We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke As long as you love me I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold As long as you love me, love me As long as you love me, love me Whoa, whoa, B-I-G I don't know if this makes sense, but, you're my hallelujah Give me a time and place, I'll rendezvous it I'll fly you to it, I'll beat you there Girl, you know I got you Us, trust, a couple things I can't spell without 'U' Now we on top of the world (World) 'cause that's just how we do Used to tell me sky's the limit, now the sky's our point of view Man, we stepping out, like whoa (Oh God) Cameras point and shoot (Shoot) Ask me, "What's my best side?" I stand back and point at you, you, you The one that I argue with, feel like I need a new girl to be bothered with But the grass ain't always greener on the other side It's green where you water it So I know, we got issues baby, true, true, true But I'd rather work on this with you Than to go ahead and start with someone new As long as you love me As long as you love me (Yeah, yeah, baby) We could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke As long as you love me I'll be your platinum (Platinum), I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold As long as you love me As long as you love me As long as you love me (I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold) As long as you love me, you love me, you love me, yeah (It's all I want, baby) As long as you love me, you love me (Please don't go) As long as you love me, as long as you love me As long as you love me, yeah As long as you love me (Love me, love me, love me, love me)

The Scientist

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Coldplay

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Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions Oh, let's go back to the start Running in circles, coming up tails Heads on a science apart Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Oh, take me back to the start I was just guessing at numbers and figures Pulling the puzzles apart Questions of science, science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me Oh, and I rush to the start Running in circles, chasing our tails Coming back as we are Nobody said it was easy Oh, it's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be so hard I'm going back to the start Oh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ah-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Oh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Oh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yellow

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Coldplay

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Look at the stars, look how they shine for you And everything you do Yeah, they were all yellow I came along, I wrote a song for you And all the things you do And it was called "Yellow" So then I took my turn Oh, what a thing to have done And it was all yellow (Aah) Your skin, oh, yeah, your skin and bones (Ooh) Turn into something beautiful (Aah) You know, you know I love you so You know I love you so I swam across, I jumped across for you Oh, what a thing to do 'Cause you were all yellow I drew a line, I drew a line for you Oh, what a thing to do And it was all yellow (Aah) Your skin, oh, yeah, your skin and bones (Ooh) Turn into something beautiful (Aah) And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry It's true, look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do

One More Night

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Maroon 5

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Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the doors You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more Yeah but baby, there you go again, there you go again Making me love you Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head Let it all go Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you So I cross my heart, and I hope to die That I'll only stay with you one more night And I know I've said it a million times But I'll only stay with you one more night Try to tell you "no," but my body keeps on telling you "yes" Try to tell you "stop," but your lipstick got me so out of breath I'll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself And I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell Yeah but baby, there you go again, there you go again Making me love you (Making me love you) Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head Let it all go (Let it all go) Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo (Like a tattoo, yeah) And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid crawling back to you So I cross my heart, and I hope to die (Yeah) That I'll only stay with you one more night (Oh) And I know I've said it a million times (Yeah) But I'll only stay with you one more night (Yeah) (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Yeah, baby, give me one more night (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Yeah, baby, give me one more night (Whoa, yeah) (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Yeah, baby, give me one more night (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Oh yeah yeah But baby, there you go again, there you go again Making me love you Yeah, I stopped using my head, using my head Let it all go Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah So I cross my heart, and I hope to die (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) That I'll only stay with you one more night (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) And I know I've said it a million times (Oh, I've said it a million times) But I'll only stay with you one more night (Yeah, baby, give me one more night) So I cross my heart and I hope to die (Yeah, yeah) That I'll only stay with you one more night (Yeah, yeah) And I know I've said it a million times (Yeah, yeah) But I'll only stay with you one more night (Yeah, yeah) I dunno Whatever, whatever

Super Rich Kids

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Frank Ocean

{"Earl Sweatshirt"}

Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends Start my day up on the roof There's nothing like this type of view Point the clicker at the tube I prefer expensive news New car, new girl New ice, new glass New watch, good times babe It's good times, yeah She wash my back three times a day This shower head feels so amazing We'll both be high, the help don't stare They just walk by, they must don't care A million one, a million two A hundred more will never do Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends Real love, I'm searching for a real love Oh, real love, I'm searching for a real love Oh, real love Alright, close your eyes to what you can't imagine We are the Xanny-gnashing Caddy-smashing, bratty assy He mad, he snatched his daddy's Jag And used the shit for batting practice Adamant and he thrashing Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed Panic and patch me up Pappy done latch-keyed us Toying with Raggy Anns and Mammy done had enough Brash as fuck, breachin' all these aqueducts Don't believe us Treat us like we can't erupt, yup Polo sweats and Hermes blankets Them label hoes be stealing my shit And all they clothes revealing they tits Pills, high enough to touch the rim in that bitch We party in my living room 'Cause father is gone And he left me this empire That runs on its own So all I got to do is whatever the fuck I want All we ever do is whatever the fuck we want We end our day up on the roof I say I'll jump, I never do But when I'm drunk I act a fool Talking 'bout, do they sew wings on tailored suits I'm on that ledge, she grabs my arm She slaps my hand It's good times, yeah Sleeve rips off, I slip, I fall The market's down like 60 stories And some don't end the way they should My silver spoon has fed me good A million one, a million cash Close my eyes and feel the crash Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends Real love, ain't that something rare I'm searching for a real love, talking 'bout real love Real love, yeah Real love I'm searching for a real love Talkin' 'bout a real love

Lost

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Frank Ocean

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Double D Big full breasts on my baby (Yo, we going to Florida) Triple weight Couldn't weigh the love I've got for the girl And I just wanna know Why you ain't been going to work Boss ain't working you like this He can't take care of you like this Now you're lost, lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace (There he goes, one of God's own prototypes) Hand me my triple weight So I can weigh the work I got on your girl (Too weird to live, too rare to die) No, I don't really wish I don't wish the titties would show Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught? Lost, lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost She's at a stove (Who) Can't believe I got her out here cooking dope (Cooking dope) I promise she'll be whipping meals up for a family of her own some day Nothing wrong (Nothing wrong) No, nothing wrong (Ain't nothing wrong) with a lie (Ooh) Nothing wrong (Nothing wrong) With another short plane ride (Ain't nothing wrong) Through the sky (Up in the sky) You and I (Just you and I) Lost, lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam, Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India, lost on a train, lost Love lost, lost? Love, love Love lost, lost? Love, love Love lost, love love, love lost Faith is the substance- Manos arriba!- Then the other channel on the-

Bad Religion

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Frank Ocean

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Taxi driver Be my shrink for the hour Leave the meter running It's rush hour So take the streets if you wanna Just outrun the demons, could you? He said "Allahu akbar" I told him, "Don't curse me" "Bo Bo, you need prayer" I guess it couldn't hurt me If it brings me to my knees, it's a bad religion, ooh This unrequited love To me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult And cyanide in my styrofoam cup I can never make him love me Never make him love me Love me, love me Love me, love me Love me, love me Love me, love me Love me, love Taxi driver I swear I've got three lives Balanced on my head like steak knives I can't tell you the truth about my disguise I can't trust no one And you say "Allahu akbar" I told him, "Don't curse me" "Bo Bo, you need prayer" I guess it couldn't hurt me If it brings me to my knees, it's a bad religion Oh, unrequited love To me, it's nothin' but a one-man cult And cyanide in my styrofoam cup I can never make him love me Never make him love me No, no, ahh It's a, it's a bad religion To be in love with someone Who could never love you Oh-oh-oh, only bad, only bad religion Could have me feeling the way I do

Pink Matter

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Frank Ocean

{"André 3000"}

And the peaches and the mangos That you could sell for me What do you think my brain is made for Is it just a container for the mind? This great grey matter Sensei replied, "What is your woman? Is she just a container for the child?" That soft pink matter Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, ohh Close my eyes and fall into you, you, you My God, she's giving me pleasure What if the sky and the stars are for show And the aliens are watching live From the purple matter? Sensei went quiet then violent And we sparred until we both grew tired Nothing mattered Cotton candy, Majin Buu, oh, oh, oh, oh Dim the lights and fall into you, you, you My God, giving me pleasure Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure Pleasure over matter Hey, hey Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals You were such a habit to call I ain't myself at all, had to tell myself, "Naw She better with some fella with a regular job" I didn't wanna get her involved By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe Hopped into my car; drove far Far's too close and I remember my memory's no sharp Butter knife, what a life, anyway I'm building y'all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway? She had the kind of body that would probably intimidate Any of 'em that were un-southern, not me, cousin If models are made for modelin' Thick girls are made for cuddlin' Switch worlds and we can huddle then Who needs another friend? I need to hold your hand You'd need no other man, we'd flee to other lands Grey matter Blue used to be my favorite color Now I ain't got no choice Blue matter You're good at being bad, you're bad at being good For heaven's sakes, go to hell, nah, knock on wood, hey You're good at being bad (You're bad at being good) For heaven's sakes, go to hell For heaven's sakes, go to hell Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood Well, frankly, when that ocean so mu'fucking good Make her swab the mu'fucking wood Make her walk the mu'fucking plank Make her rob a mu'fucking bank With no mask on and a rusty revolver

Forrest Gump

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Frank Ocean

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I wanna see your pom poms from the stands Come on, come on My fingertips and my lips They burn from the cigarettes Forrest Gump You run my mind, boy Running on my mind, boy Forrest Gump I know you, Forrest I know you wouldn't hurt a beetle But you're so buff and so strong I'm nervous, Forrest Forrest Gump My fingertips and my lips They burn from the cigarettes Forrest Gump You run my mind, boy Running on my mind, boy Forrest Gump I saw your game, Forrest I was screaming, "Run forty-four!" But you kept running past the end zone Oh, where'd you go, Forrest? Forrest Gump My fingertips and my lips They burn from the cigarettes Forrest Gump You run my mind, boy Running on my mind, boy Forrest Gump Forrest green, Forrest blues I'm remembering you If this is love, I know it's true I won't forget you (You, you, oh, you, you) It's for you, Forrest (You, you, oh, you, you) It's for you, Forrest Forrest Gump

The Art of Peer Pressure

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Kendrick Lamar

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Everybody, everybody, everybody Everybody sit yo bitch-ass down And listen to this true mothafuckin' story Told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch Smokin' on the finest dope, ayy-ayy-ayy-ah Drank until I can't no mo', ayy-ayy-ayy-ah Really I'm a sober soul But I'm with the homies right now And we ain't askin' for no favors Rush a nigga quick, then laugh about it later, ayy-ayy-ayy-ah Really, I'm a peacemaker But I'm with the homies right now And Momma used to say (Say, say, say, say) One day it's gon' burn you out (Woo) One day it's gon' burn you out, out, out One day it's gon' burn you out (You, you, you, you, you, you) One day it's gon' burn you But I'm with the homies right now Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, an orange soda Janky stash box when the federales'll roll up Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble I hope the universe love you today 'Cause the energy we bringin' sure to carry away A flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate If it's necessary; bumpin' Jeezy first album, lookin' distracted Speakin' language only we know, you think it's an accent The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it Hotboxin' like George Foreman grillin' the masses Of the workin' world; we pulled up on a bunch of workin' girls And asked them what they workin' with Look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth Usually I'm drug-free, but, shit, I'm with the homies Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Rémy Red Come through and bust ya head, nigga! Me and the homies Sag all the way to the liquor store Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more Me and the homies I ride for my mothafuckin' niggas Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in Me and the homies Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka And be like "doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!" It's 2:30 and the sun is beamin' Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin' Hungry for anything unhealthy And if nutrition can help me I'll tell you to suck my dick, then I'll continue eatin' We speedin' on the 405, passin' Westchester You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses Good Lord, they knew we weren't from 'round there 'Cause every time we down there We pullin' out the Boost Mobile SIM cards Bougie bitches with no extensions Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination Before we sparked a conversation We seen three niggas in colors we didn't like Then started interrogatin' I never was a gangbanger, I mean I never was stranger to the fonk neither, I really doubt it Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it That's ironic, 'cause I've never been violent Until I'm with the homies (Just ridin', just ridin') Me and the homies (Bullshittin', actin' a fool) Me and the homies (Trippin', really trippin') Me and the homies (Just ridin', just ridin', just ridin') Braggin' 'bout the episode we just had A shot of Hennessy didn't make me feel that bad I'm usually a true firm believer of bad karma Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya We tryna conquer the city with disobedience Quick to turn it up, even if we ain't got the CD in But Jeezy still playin' And our attitude is still "nigga, what is you sayin'?" Pull in front of the house That we been campin' out for like two months The sun is goin' down as we take whatever we want Ayy, ayy, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe! Ayy, nigga, I think there's somebody in this room! Wait, what?! Nigga, there's somebody in this room! I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo DVD's, plasma-screen TV's in the trunk We made a right, then made a left, then made a right Then made a left, we was just circlin' life My mama called: "Hello? What you doin'?" - "Kickin' it." I shoulda told her I'm probably 'bout to catch my first offense With the homies (Police sirens) But - they made a right, then made a left Then made a right, then another right One lucky night with the homies K. Dot, you faded, hood? Yeah, we finally got that nigga faded I think he hit the wrong blunt though Ooh, which one? Well, which one he talkin' about? I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it I pray he ain't hit that Nah, that nigga straight, he ain't hit that one Got the shenanigans? Give that nigga the shenanigans! Nigga, I think we should push back to the city, fo' real doe Nigga, for what? What that nigga- what's that Jeezy song say, nigga? "Last time I checked I was the man on these streets!" Yeah, yeah, that shit right there I'm tryna be the nigga in the street There he go. Man, you don't even know how the shit go Look, here's the plan, luv We gon' use the kickback as an alibi, wait 'til the sun go down, roll out, complete the mission, drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park 'Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight That's what he's not gon' do Then we all gon' meet back at the block at about 10:30 That's straight, but we should meet up around 12 I'm tryna fuck on somethin' too Nigga, sit yo dumb-ass back down! Nigga, you ain't doin' shit tonight! Matter of fact, nigga, get in the mothafuckin' car! We finna get active!

The Sound of Silence

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Simon & Garfunkel

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Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains within the sound of silence In restless dreams, I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night, and touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never shared And no one dared disturb the sound of silence "Fools," said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops, fell And echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls And whispered in the sound of silence"

Fix You

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Coldplay

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When you try your best, but you don't succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse And the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something you can't replace When you love someone, but it goes to waste Could it be worse? Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you And high up above or down below When you're too in love to let it go But if you never try, you'll never know Just what you're worth Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you Tears stream down your face When you lose something you cannot replace Tears stream down your face, and I Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes Tears stream down your face, and I Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you

New God Flow.1

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Kanye West, Pusha T & Ghostface Killah

{"Kanye West / Pusha T & Ghostface Killah"}

Somebody been running a long time Somebody- Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D I believe there's a God above me I'm just the god of everything else I put holes in everything else "New God Flow," fuck everything else Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella They said Push ain't fit with the umbrella But I was good with the yay' as a wholesaler I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer A hot temper matched with a cold killer I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yuugh) Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took a toll on us But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more Well if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door Shake that body, party that bod- (That's rare, nigga) Shake that body, party that bod- (Ric Flair, nigga) Shake that body, party that body (Yeah, nigga) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yeah) Shake that body, party that bod- (Woah) Shake that body, party that bod- (Woah) Shake that body, party that body (It's the new God flow, niggas) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo) Step on they necks 'til they can't breathe Claim they five stars, but sell you dreams They say death multiplies by threes Line them all up and let's just see Fuck 'em, 'Ye, fuck 'em, 'Ye I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (Woo) They shit is shoppin' at Targét (Woo) My shit is luxury Balmain I'm balling, Amar'e A nick' sold in the park, then I want in What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?) What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha) What's a brick from an out of town nigga When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yuugh) Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child M-A dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman Went from most hated to the champion god flow I guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron know I'm living three dreams Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh 'Cause we can't get along, no resolution 'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston Cars, money, girls and the clothes Aw, man, you sold your soul Nah, man, mad people was frontin' Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin' Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you What has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2 Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come true Like there the God go, in his Murcielago From workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car note He even got enough to get his mama a condo Then they ran up and shot him, right in front of his mom Forty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a week Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street Welcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve us We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon Did Moses not part the water with the cane? Did strippers not make an ark when I made it rain? Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame? And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains? In Jesus' name, let the choir say "I'm on fire, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor say And we'll annihilate anybody that violate Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that bod- Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D Yeah, nigga Yeah, I had my- I had my Jesus piece since '94 I don't know what I- I don't know what y'all talkin' 'bout And my eagle Still got it all in the bag, B (Yeah) All I did was play possum (Yo, come on) Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut With soap suds on the MAC-11 My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after seven We feed the nigga like forty chickens His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon I- I got soccer moms payin' for cock Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok Comin' with flows that is toxic (Come on) Deadly fumes when I'm in the room Repercussions occur when you dry snitch Red light, green light, one, two, three Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please Said and shake that body, scar up that body Should I kill him now Tone? I said, "Probably" Side bets are four and better Bust hammers with pot holders And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather I'm not bow-legged, but old school like Redd Foxx My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees You can have a good time with G-O-D Shake that body, party that bod- (That's rare, nigga) Shake that body, party that bod- (Ric Flair, nigga) Shake that body, party that body (Yeah, nigga) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yeah) Shake that body, party that bod- (Woah) Shake that body, party that bod- (Woah) Shake that body, party that body (It's the new God flow, niggas) Come and have a good time with G-O-D (Yo) G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music And all my niggas say, "G.O.O.D. Music" And all my ladies say, "G.O.O.D. Music"

Diced Pineapples

rap

Rick Ross

{Drake,Wale}

Diced pineapple Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you The highest form of my admiration I ain't no connoisseur but I'm, kinda sure you will admire my taste And before the sun graze ya, I'm tryin to see how deep you are And believe me shorty I ain't talking 'bout no intimate conversation I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable When I peek into your nature And I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure I wanna, give you what's better than better The better my effort, the wetter her treasure The more these mere moments seem like heavens or, temporary forevers Shorty get it together, hah, diced pineapple May your love come down so my mind might have you You designed my imagination Let me redefine foreplay 'til you need five and Tell me shorty you got it baby If it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby Let it all drip baby If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby No more talking baby Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh Diced pineapples, damn, my baby tastes the best I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check Leave my cars at her crib, I'm just stuntin' on her ex Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh (ugh) Sex all night, couple shots of CÎROC Crib on the water, got LeBron up the block Money ain't the thing, baby, welcome to the mob Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing Her uniform Isabel Marant when you on the team Double MG, them other niggas fell off Baby girl, I just wanna see you well off Call me crazy, shit at least you're calling Feels better when you let it out, don't it girl? Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back Then we fuck all night 'til things get right Then we fuck all night 'til things get right, aww yeah Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh Diced pineapples, I just bought my girl a set I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex Pop bottles, make love, Thug Passion Red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion Belt buckles, door handles, gold plated Balmain, rich denim, out in Vegas French Riviera, baby girl lets take a trip I'ma trip go to Cannes, France to catch a flick Baby listen, this position is a blessing And with your permission, hopefully you'll learn a lesson (ugh) I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk She so fine she ain't even gotta talk Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star Call me crazy, shit at least you're calling Feels better when you let it out, don't it girl? Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back Then we fuck all night 'til things get right Then we fuck all night 'til things get right, aww yeah Something about her, probably can't live without her Roll up some sour, let me kiss on her fountain Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate And I won't ever rest, we meet at the peak of your mountain Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia Hol' up, showing off some Agent Provocateur Rushing you out your drawers though patiently get you off Hate when they be too anxious though, hate when they be too dull Like to go deep but I hate to get too deeply involved How sweet is you? (sweet is you?) Let me see some proof Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune All we need is we, we don't need no room Right now I'm trying to eat, and we don't need a spoon Call me crazy, shit at least you're calling Feels better when you let it out, don't it girl? Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back Then we fuck all night 'til things get right Then we fuck all night 'til things get right, aww yeah

Swimming Pools Drank

rap

Kendrick Lamar

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Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) Now I done grew up 'round some people livin' their life in bottles Granddaddy had the golden flask Backstroke every day in Chicago Some people like the way it feels Some people wanna kill their sorrows Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem I was in a dark room, loud tunes Lookin' to make a vow soon That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup I see the crowd mood Changin' by the minute and the record on repeat Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick I am your conscience, if you do not hear me Then you will be history, Kendrick I know that you're nauseous right now And I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick If I take another one down I'ma drown in some poison, abusin' my limit I think that I'm feelin' the vibe, I see the love in her eyes I see the feelin', the freedom is granted As soon as the damage of vodka arrived This how you capitalize, this is parental advice Then apparently, I'm over-influenced by what you are doin' I thought I was doin' the most 'til someone said to me Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang I ride, you ride, bang One chopper, one hundred shots, bang Hop out, do you bang? Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots? I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock All the girls wanna play Baywatch I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank) Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank) Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank) Faded (Drank), faded (Drank) (Pool full of Kendrick's lies in it) Aw man... where is she takin' me? Where is she takin' me? (Pool full of liquor, I'ma die in it) All I, All I, All I, All I have in life is my new appetite for failure And I got hunger pain that grow insane Tell me, do that sound familiar? If it do, then you're like me Makin' excuse that your relief Is in the bottom of the bottle and the greenest indo leaf As the window open I release Everything that corrode inside of me I see you jokin', why you laugh? Don't you feel bad? I probably sleep And never ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough They stomped the homie out over a bitch? K-Dot, you good, blood? Now we can drop, ye we can drop you back off That nigga's straight, man, that nigga ain't trippin' We gon' do the same ol' shit I'ma pop a few shots, they gon' run, they gon' run opposite ways Fall right in ****'s lap And he gon' tear they ass up, simple as that And I hope that bitch that set him up out there We gon' pop that bitch too Wait hold up, ayy, I see somebody Aha! Got them niggas, K-Dot, you good? L****, you good? Yeah, blood, I'm good - Dave, you good? Dave? Dave, say somethin' - Dave? These bitch-ass niggas killed my brother!

Ill Mind of Hopsin 5

rap

Hopsin

{}

Man, I hate rap, but if the shoe fits, wear it I've become a freak of nature all the kids stare at Who walk around bumpin' Raw with the shit blarin' Saying "Fuck school!" and droppin' out like a miscarriage I'm embarrassed and I'm ashamed I played a part in this devilish game Makin' your common sense perish But I ain't takin' the full blame 'Cause most of you chumps runnin' around here ain't never had strict parents All of your brain cells rottin' from weed You feelin' like if you ain't got it, life's not as complete You havin' sex with every-motherfuckin'-body you see With a past so dark that Satan'd jump out of his seat But still you out in these streets, thinkin' you hot as can be Without the knowledge to lead, so you just follow the sheep Makin' sure your lame swag is all polished and clean While your favorite rapper's like, "Yeah, he got it from me" You been brainwashed by a fake life that you're used to livin' When I say the word "fun," what do you envision? Prolly drinkin' and smokin' out with your crew and chillin' With clueless women you tryin' to bang, bumpin' New Edition Is that all you think life really is? Well, if so, then you're a fuckin' idiot I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it Matter of fact, you don't even deserve a brain - give me it! Do you even have any goals Aside from baggin' these hoes and packin' a bowl? Well, let me guess - no You're only in school because your parents make you go When all you do is play beer pong and hang out with the bros Yo, society's got you livin' for a wack cause You're a fuckin' adult with no skills at all You don't read any books or play ball You don't draw - you literally do nothing at all! Still you fiend for the glamorous fruits You don't have, 'cause you idolize rappers that do And all they say is, "I got money and it's stacked to the roof" And now you think that it's gon' magically just happen to you? How? Your lazy ass don't commit to labor You pick somethin' up, try it out, and put it down two minutes later Then you complain about your life 'cause it ain't gettin' catered Now whoever tries to call you on your bullshit's a hater? You wanna succeed, you have to try; or one day you'll get older And regret it all 'cause you can't provide Your friends are lowlives, don't act surprised Look, just cut the bad fruit off of the tree, make the sacrifice Girls, stop actin' like you want a guy With traits like Romeo - bitch, that's a fuckin' lie! You always talk about how every man's fake and you can't take it And you want somethin' real - shut up, tramp, save it! Twice a week you put on your makeup and damn bracelets And head to the club half-naked with your ass shakin' Pullin' a lowlife nigga who claim he cash-makin' 'Til you let him hit and find out he work at the gas station One of them niggas got you pregnant and you can't raise it But you caused it, your actions made a fat statement You want Romeo, then act patient And stop frontin' like he in the club posted in the back waitin' It's the club, where guys put on a new persona After they get loaded with a few Corona's They always shoutin' and wild out With habits that very few condone of Then they look for beautiful brainless bitches like you to bone 'em Then when they leave you, you cry and cry Talkin' about, "Oh my god, I can't find a guy! I've spent so many years and I've tried and tried! Why am I even on Earth? I should die!" You want Romeo, you're not worthy You're cock-thirsty, you're nasty and probably got herpes Sometimes the secret to findin' is to stop searchin' Try a new formula, 'cause your last one's not workin' The term "real nigga" is publicly used And I need to know what it means, 'cause I'm fuckin' confused Are you one for always bustin' your tool With nothin' to lose and somethin' to prove To homies up in your crew? Is it because you're sellin' drugs to get loot And brag about how you done been shot and stabbed Like it's fun to be you? But your life's a struggle, right, and you just hustlin' through? Nah, you hamster-ass nigga, you just stuck in a loop Man, why do black people gotta be the only ones who can't evolve? 'Cause you in the streets actin' like a neanderthal It's clear you can't stand the law You're lost as an abandoned dog And all you're interested in is fightin', rappin' and basketball I can't even fuck with you 'Cause if we out in public, you gon' get caught stealin' some shit, and get my ass in trouble, too You'll get old and be nothin' Livin' life in these streets, thuggin' And starting shit with anybody mean-muggin' Look at you, a real nigga, thinkin' your life's cool Girls used to turn me down for guys who were like you 'Til you grab their heart and shove a spearhead right through Then they regret it because it wasn't the right move Your "real nigga" talk seems bogus A real nigga don't brag about being real as long as he knows it And his future doesn't seem hopeless A real nigga stays out of jail, handles shit and he keeps focused To all you rappers whose soul is out in the wrong You inspired the issue I wrote about in this song You go to prowl on the young who roam around in the slums See, this is what happens when rap's overcrowded with bums Hope the hour is long when I'm rollin' out with your tongue The man above is my guide, you know the power is strong All you menacin' freaks are only in it for cheese And the mass-control limit was breached - fuck hip-hop! They only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see They purposely makin' the innocent weak My existence on this planet's for you, I ain't only here to benefit me Yo, we need to make a change while there's still time It is hard, and sometimes I struggle tryin' to reveal mine I can guide you if you feel blind I just need you to be willin' to journey into my ill mind

Birthday Song

rap

2 Chainz

{"Kanye West"}

Yeah birthday, it's your birthday If I die, bury me inside the Louis store Ha, uh, uh They ask me what I do and who I do it for (yeah) And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (true) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Louis store (true) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (2 Chainz!) She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty (booty) Skrr, skrr, wrists movin', cookin', gettin' to it (cookin') I'm in the kitchen (I'm in the kitchen) yams everywhere (yams) Just made a juug (just made a juug) I got bands everywhere (bands) You the realest nigga breathin' if I hold my breath (damn) Referee with a whistle, brrrt, hold this tech (baow) Extendo clip (extendo clip) extendo roll (extendo roll) When yo girl leave me, she need a hair salon (damn) Hair-Hair Weave Killer goin' on a trapathon (yeah) See I done had more bombs, than Pakistan (boom) Dope bomb, dro bomb and a pill bomb (bomb) See nigga, I'm ballin', you in will call (true) When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store (2 Chainz) When I die, bury me inside the Truey store (true) True to my religion, two everything, I'm too different So when I die, bury me next to two bitches (two bitches) They ask me what I do and who I do it for (yeah) And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (true) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Louis store (true) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho Ah, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh? It's my birthday, I deserve to be greedy, huh? She holdin' out, she ain't givin' to the needy, huh? You go downstairs and fall asleep with the TV on Y'all been together ten years, you deserve a ménage 'Specially if you put that BMW in a garage 'Specially if you paid a couple payments on her momma crib Went to her niece's graduation, man, I hate those kids! Last birthday, she got you a new sweater Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her "Do better" She said, "How 'bout I get you jewelry from the West End?" How 'bout she hit the Westin and get her best friend? Ha, I'm jokin', I'm just serious, I asked her "Don't be actin', like no actress, if we preachin', then we practice Don't be reachin', don't be touchin' shit, we in Kanye West's Benz! 'Cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian, hah!" They ask me what I do and who I do it for (yeah) And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (true) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Louis store (true) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho It's your birthday (yeah) it's your birthday (uh) Bad bitch contest, you in first place You in first place, you in first place Bad bitch contest, you in first place I show up with a check to your workplace Then hand the valet the keys to the Merces Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on What I'm seeing from the back I can't front on They ask me what I do and who I do it for When I die, bury me inside the booty club Get it, girl, get it, girl, get it, get it, girl I might switch it up and get your girl They ask me what I do and who I do it for (yeah) And how I come up with this shit up in the studio (yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (true) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store (tell 'em) When I die, bury me inside the Louis store (true) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho (yeah) All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho Deuce and 'Ye We like Snoop and Dre Isn't this your birthday, baby? You deserve a coupe today, whoa! You in first place, you in first place Bad bitch contest, you in first place

Hey Jude

rock

The Beatles

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Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better Hey Jude, don't be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don't carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder Na na na na na na na na na na Hey Jude, don't let me down You have found her, now go and get her (Let it out and let it in) Remember (Hey Jude) to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin You're waiting for someone to perform with And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do The movement you need is on your shoulder Na na na na na na na na na yeah Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her under your skin Then you'll begin to make it (Woah, fucking hell!) Better better better better better better, oh Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude (Jude Judy Judy Judy Judy Judy ow wow) Naa na na na na na na (Na na na), na na na na, hey Jude (Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude) Naa na na na na na na (Yeah yeah yeah), na na na na, hey Jude (You know you can make, Jude Jude, You're not gonna break it) Naa na (Don't make it bad Jude) na na na na na (Take a sad song and make it better), na na na na, hey Jude Hey Jude, hey Jude wow Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude Jude Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude (Na na na na na na na na na na na na) Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Naa na na na na na na (Make it Jude), na na na na, hey Jude (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude (Go listen to ya ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma) Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude Naa na na na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude

Im Different

rap

2 Chainz

{}

Yeah Yeah 2 Chainz Mustard on the beat, ho! I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Middle finger up to my competition I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah) I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah) I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Tru) Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene, but my roof gone (Roof gone) When I leave the scene, bet your boo gone (Boo gone) And I beat the pussy like a new song (Boom) 2 Chainz, but I got me a few on (Yup) Everything hot, skip lukewarm (Ugh) Tell shawty bust it open, Uncle Luke on Got the present for the present and a gift wrapping I don't feel good, but my trigger happy (Bah) Bet the stripper happy, bet they wish they had me And I wish a nigga would, like a kitchen cabinet And me and you are cut from a different fabric I fucked her so good, it's a bad habit (DamN) Bitch, sit down, you got a bad atti' Gave her the wrong number and a bad addy (Tru) You ain't going nowhere like a bad navi' Ass so big, I told her to look back at it (Whoa) Look back at it (Whoa), look back at it (Whoa) Then I put a fat rabbit on the Craftmatic I am so high ... attic I am so high, like a ... addict I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Middle finger up to my competition I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Yeah) I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Ugh) Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing 2 Chainz, got your girl on the celly And when I get off the celly, I made her meet at the telly When she meet at the telly, I put it straight in her belly When it go in the belly, it ain't shit you can tell me, ugh (Ugh) Hair long (Long), money long (Yeah) Me and broke niggas, we don't get along (Nah) Hair long (Long), money long (Yeah) Me and broke niggas, we don't get along (Tell 'em) I paid a thousand dollars for my sneakers 'Ye told you, a 100K for a feature "Ee-err, ee-err": sound of the bed (Bed) Beat it up, beat it up; then, I get some head (Head) Well, I might get some head; then, I beat it up I don't give a fuck, switch it up, nigga, live it up (Up) Yeah, it's going down, so get up (Up) Might valet-park a Brinks truck (Ugh) Mustard on the beat, ho! I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing Middle finger up to my competition I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different I'm different, yeah, I'm different Pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing

If I Were a Boy

pop

Beyonc

{Beyoncé}

If I were a boy Even just for a day I'd roll out of bed in the morning And throw on what I wanted then go Drink beer with the guys And chase after girls I'd kick it with who I wanted And I'd never get confronted for it 'Cause they'd stick up for me If I were a boy I think I could understand How it feels to love a girl I swear I'd be a better man I'd listen to her 'Cause I know how it hurts When you lose the one you wanted 'Cause he's taken you for granted And everything you had got destroyed If I were a boy I would turn off my phone Tell everyone it's broken So they'd think that I was sleepin' alone I'd put myself first And make the rules as I go 'Cause I'd know that she'd be faithful Waitin' for me to come home To come home If I were a boy I think I could understand, oh How it feels to love a girl I swear I'd be a better man I'd listen to her 'Cause I know how it hurts When you lose the one you wanted (Wanted) 'Cause he's taken you for granted (Granted) And everything you had got destroyed It's a little too late for you to come back Say, it's just a mistake Think I'd forgive you like that If you thought I would wait for you You thought wrong But you're just a boy You don't understand (Yeah, you don't understand, oh) How it feels to love a girl Someday, you'll wish you were a better man You don't listen to her You don't care how it hurts Until you lose the one you wanted 'Cause you've taken her for granted And everything you have got destroyed But you're just a boy...

We Didnt Start the Fire

rock

Billy Joel

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Harry Truman, Doris Day Red China, Johnnie Ray South Pacific Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon Studebaker, Television North Korea, South Korea Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H-Bomb Sugar Ray, Panmunjom Brando, The King And I, And The Catcher In The Rye Eisenhower, Vaccine England's got a new queen Marciano, Liberace Santayana goodbye We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Joseph Stalin, Malenkov Nasser and Prokofiev Rockefeller, Campanella Communist Bloc Roy Cohn, Juan Peron Toscanini, Dacron Dien Bien Phu Falls, "Rock Around the Clock" Einstein, James Dean Brooklyn's got a winning team Davy Crockett, Peter Pan Elvis Presley, Disneyland Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev Princess Grace, Peyton Place Trouble in the Suez We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Little Rock, Pasternak Mickey Mantle, Kerouac Sputnik, Zhou En-lai Bridge On The River Kwai Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle California baseball Starkweather Homicide Children of Thalidomide Buddy Holly, Ben-Hur Space Monkey, Mafia Hula Hoops, Castro Edsel is a no-go U-2, Syngman Rhee Payola and Kennedy Chubby Checker, Psycho Belgians in the Congo We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Hemingway, Eichmann Stranger in a Strange Land Dylan, Berlin Bay of Pigs invasion Lawrence of Arabia British Beatlemania Ole Miss, John Glenn Liston beats Patterson Pope Paul, Malcolm X British Politician sex J.F.K. blown away What else do I have to say? We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it Birth control, Ho Chi Minh Richard Nixon back again Moonshot, Woodstock Watergate, punk rock Begin, Reagan, Palestine Terror on the airline Ayatollahs in Iran Russians in Afghanistan Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride Heavy metal suicide Foreign debts, homeless Vets AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz Hypodermics on the shores China's under martial law Rock and Roller cola wars I can't take it anymore We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire But when we are gone It will still burn on, and on And on, and on We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning We didn't start the fire No, we didn't light it But we tried to fight it We didn't start the fire It was always burning Since the world's been turning

Just What I Am

rap

Kid Cudi

{"King Chip"}

I'm just what you made God - not many I trust I'ma go my own way God, take my fate to wherever you want I'm out here, on my son, won't stop 'til I get me some Club-hoppin', tryna get me some, bad bitches wanna get me sprung Early in the morning, I'm wakin', bakin', drinkin', contemplatin' Ain't no such thing as Satan, evil is what you make it Thank the Lord for that burning bush That big body Benz I was born to push On my way I'm burning kush, nigga don't be worried 'bout us Neighbors knockin' on the door, asking can we turn it down I say, "Ain't no music on", she said, "No, that weed is loud" Nigga, we ballin', straight swaggin', lost Hawk, but I'm maintainin' I've been told that I'm amazing, make sure keep that fire blazin', we livin' I need smoke I need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God Let me tell you 'bout my month y'all, in the shop and I had a ball I had to ball for therapy, my shrink don't think that helps at all Whatever, that man ain't wearing these leather pants I diagnose my damn self, these damn pills ain't working fam I- In my spare time, punching walls, fucking up my hand I know that shit sound super cray but if you had my life you'd understand But, I can't fold, some poor soul got it way worse We're all troubled, in a world in trouble It's scary to have a kid walk this Earth I'm what you made God, fuck yes I'm so odd Thinking 'bout all my old friends who weren't my friends all along Hm, when it rains it pours, whiskey bottles on the sinks and floors Everyday to find sane's a chore, amidst a dream with no exit doors I need smoke I need to smoke Who gon' hold me down now? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I wanna get high y'all I wanna get high y'all Need it need it to get by y'all Can you get me high y'all? I'm just what you made God, just what you made God (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made (Nee-need it) I'm just what you made God I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God Need it to get by, ya Willy

Never Gonna Give You Up

pop

Rick Astley

{}

We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you We've known each other for so long Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it Inside, we both know what's been going on We know the game, and we're gonna play it And if you ask me how I'm feeling Don't tell me you're too blind to see Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you Ooh (Give you up) Ooh-ooh (Give you up) Ooh-ooh Never gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up) Ooh-ooh Never gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up) We've known each other for so long Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it Inside, we both know what's been going on We know the game, and we're gonna play it I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Thrift Shop

rap

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

{Wanz}

"Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?" What what, what, what What what, what, what What what, what, what What what, what, what What what, what, what Bada, bada, bada doo da What what, what, what Bada, bada, bada doo da What what, what, what Bada, bada, bada doo da Bada, bada, bada doo da Bada, bada, bada doo da Bada, bada, bada doo da Bada, bada, bada doo da I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up This is fucking awesome Now Walk into the club like, "What up? I got a big cock" Nah, I'm just pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop Ice on the fringe is so damn frosty The people like, "Damn, that's a cold ass honkey" Rollin' in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine Dressed in all pink 'cept my gator shoes, those are green Draped in a leopard mink, girl standin' next to me Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly sheets Piss... But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been walkin' in Bummy and grungy, fuck it man, I am stunting and flossin' And saving my money and I'm hella happy; that's a bargain, bitch I'ma take your grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style No, for real, ask your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you!) Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin' They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a knee board Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no I could take some Pro Wings, make 'em cool, sell those The sneaker heads would be like, "Ah, he got the Velcros" I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up This is fucking awesome I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up This is fucking awesome What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin? What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin? I'm diggin', I'm diggin', I'm searchin' right through that luggage One man's trash, that's another man's come up Thank your granddad for donatin' that plaid button- Up shirt 'cause right now, I'm up in her skirt I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the bins I'm not, I'm not stuck on searchin' in that section (Mens) Your grammy, your auntie, your mama, your mammy I'll take those flannel zebra jammies second hand and I'll rock that, motherfucker The built-in onesie with the socks on the motherfucker I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker They be like, "Oh, that Gucci? That's hella tight" I'm like, "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt" Limited edition, let's do some simple addition Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit I call that getting-swindled-and-pimped shit I call that getting tricked by business That shirt's hella though And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't Peep game, come take a look through my telescope Tryna get girls from a brand? Man, you hella won't! Man, you hella won't! Goodwill, poppin' tags, yeah! I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up This is fucking awesome I'll wear your granddad's clothes I look incredible I'm in this big-ass coat From that thrift shop down the road I'll wear your granddad's clothes (Damn right) I look incredible (Now come on, man) I'm in this big-ass coat (Big-ass coat) From that thrift shop down the road (Let's go, come on!) I'm gonna pop some tags Only got twenty dollars in my pocket I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up This is fucking awesome "Is that your grandma's coat?"

Clique

rap

Kanye West, JAY-Z & Big Sean

{"Kanye West / JAY-Z & Big Sean"}

What of the dollar you murdered for? Is that the one fighting for your soul? Or your brother's the one that you're running from? But if you got money, fuck it, 'cause I want some B-I-G Who fuckin' with me? Oh, God! Woah Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my muhfuckin' clique Clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the- They want the-, they want the- (B-I-G, oh God) Go I tell a bad bitch do whatever I say (Yup) My block behind me, like I'm coming out the driveway (Swerve) It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday (Woah) I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (Spa day) Yup, she try and gimme that poon-tang I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang (Woah) I'm rollin' with, ha, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name You know 2 Chainz? Skrrt! I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne But I'm the fuckin' villain, man, they kneelin' when I'm walking in the buildin' Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin' What a feelin'! Ah man, they gotta be Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see for the dough Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique Clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the- They want the-, they want the- Go (Click clack, stick 'em up) Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye (Clique) yeah, I'm talkin' Rih (Clique) Yeah, I'm talkin' B (Clique) nigga, I'm talkin' me Yeah, I'm talkin' bossy, I ain't talkin' Kelis Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ball in our family tree G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothin' fuckin' with we Me, turn that sixty-two to one-twenty-five, one-twenty-five to a two-fifty Two-fifty to a half a, man, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me Now, who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe Translation: I'm the shit, 'least that what my neck say 'Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade Nigga down for like twelve years, ain't hug his son since the second grade Uh, he never told-who he gon' tell? We top of the totem pole It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team And all our eyes green, it only means one thing: you ain't fuckin' with the clique Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique Clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique Clique, clique, clique, clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the- They want the-, they want the- Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci My girl a superstar all from a home movie Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel Yeah, I'm talkin' business, we talkin' CIA I'm talkin' George Tenet, I seen him the other day He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same Except mine tinted and his might have been rented You know, white people get money, don't spend it Or maybe they get money, buy a business I rather buy eighty gold chains and go ign'ant I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish Blame it on the pigment, we livin' no limits Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment Of our imagination, MTV cribs Now I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lives That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse He wasn't really drunk, he just had a frew brews Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage Everything I do need a news crew's presence Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves I'm way too Black to burn from sunrays So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii About how I could build a new Rome in one day Every time I'm in Vegas they screamin' like, "He's Elvis" But I just wanna design hotels and nail it Shit is real, got me feelin' Israelian Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele-no, that's Brazilian Went through, deep depression when my mama passed Suicide, what kinda talk is that? But I been talkin' to God for so long That if you look at my life I guess He talkin' back Fuckin' with my clique Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique And all these bad bitches, man, they want the- They want the- they want the- Go

The House of the Rising Sun

rock

The Animals

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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one

Here Comes the Sun

rock

The Beatles

{}

Here comes the sun, doo da doo doo Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here Here comes the sun, doo da doo doo Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right Little darling, the smile's returning to the faces Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here Here comes the sun Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Sun, sun, sun, here it comes Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear Here comes the sun, doo da doo doo Here comes the sun, and I say It's all right Here comes the sun, doo da doo doo Here comes the sun It's all right It's all right

Chop Suey

rock

System of a Down

{}

We're rolling "Suicide" Wake up (Wake up) Grab a brush and put a little makeup Hide your scars to fade away the shakeup (Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup) Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go, create another fable, you wanted to Grab a brush and put a little makeup, you wanted to Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, you wanted to Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to I don't think you trust In my self-righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die Ah! Wake up (Wake up) Grab a brush and put a little makeup (A little bit) Hide the scars to fade away the (Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup) Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go, create another fable, you wanted to Grab a brush and put a little makeup, you wanted to Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, you wanted to Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? You wanted to I don't think you trust In my self-righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die In my self-righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die Father, father, father, father Father, father, father, father Father, into your hands I commend my spirit Father, into your hands Why have you forsaken me? In your eyes, forsaken me? In your thoughts, forsaken me? In your heart, forsaken me? Oh Trust in my self-righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die In my self-righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die

Fluorescent Adolescent

rock

Arctic Monkeys

{}

You used to get it in your fishnets Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness Landed in a very common crisis Everything's in order in a black hole Nothing seems as pretty as the past though That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco Remember when you used to be a rascal? Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams Weren't as daft as they seem, aren't as daft as they seem My love, when you dream them up Flicking through a little book of sex tips Remember when the boys were all electric? Now when she's told she's gonna get it I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it Clinging 'till I'm getting sentimental Said she wasn't going but she went still Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle Was it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil? Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams Weren't as daft as they seem, not as daft as they seem My love, when you dream them up Oh, Flo, where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go? You're falling about You took a left off Last Laugh Lane Just sounding it out But you're not coming back again You're falling about You took a left off Last Laugh Lane You were just sounding it out But you're not coming back again You used to get it in your fishnets (Falling about) Now you only get it in your night dress Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness (You took a left off Last Laugh Lane) Landed in a very common crisis Everything's in order in a black hole (You were just sounding it out) Is anything as pretty in the past though? That Bloody Mary's lacking in Tabasco (You're not coming back again) Remember when you used to be a rascal? (Oh...)

Remember You

rap

Wiz Khalifa

{"The Weeknd"}

She's about to earn some bragging rights I'm 'bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night Girl, take pride in what you want to do Even if that means a new man every night inside of you Baby, I don't mind You can tell by how I roll Cause my clique hot and my cup cold My talk slurred cause I'm so throwed And I'm wiping sweat from my last show And he's TG and I'm XO I'm only here for one night Then I'ma be a memory Say it in my ear, so I can hear what you say to me I got cups full of that Rosé Smoke anything that's passed to me Don't worry 'bout my voice I won't need it for what I'm about to do to you Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Old rapping ass Light years past the class Hit it, don't have to pass Nigga, we the new Aftermath Niggas after fame, I just had to laugh Niggas after fame, I'm after cash You's a fan, I'm a player I'm the man, you's a hater And I only smoke papers That's how you tell I'm Taylor'd Nigga listen Break it down, rolling weed on the island of my kitchen And not a thing goes down without permission Look, everything I got on I was made for Everything that I got I done came for All the shit that you see I done slaved for All the cars and the crib, yeah that's paid for Need I say more Spend so much money on clothes Said fuck a store, making my own I hope that you're rolling one up while you're singing along And know I was rolling one while I was making this song Pour out some shots You're taking too long Young and I'm rich And plus all of my friends on that Bombay and lemonade Do to you Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me I'm on some gin, you on some gin I'm moving slow, I'm driving fast I hit the weed, you take the wheel We lose control Drop the top in that 69 And that motor roar in that old Chevelle Can't say a thing, how you supposed to feel Stacking all of this paper, dawg I like to call this shit old news And these haters jocking our old moves Popping champagne cause we made it Back of the Phantom, we faded All of this shit that I did I probably won't remember tomorrow Do to you Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Bad bitch, girl I think I might get used to you I might have to take your number when I'm through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Oh, oh Used to you Through with you All I ask of you is try to earn my memory Make me remember you like you remember me Used to you Through with you Memory, remember you

Sherane a.k.a Master Splinters Daughter

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{}

Lord God, I come to you a sinner And I humbly repent for my sins I believe that Jesus is Lord I believe that You raised him from the dead I would ask that Jesus come to my life And be my Lord and Savior I receive Jesus to take control of my life And that I may live for him from this day forth Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving me with your precious blood In Jesus' name, amen I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta Ass came with a hump, from the jump she was a camel I want to ride like Arabians, push an '04 Mercedes-Benz "Hello, my name is Kendrick," she said, "No, you're handsome" Whispered in my ear, disappeared, then found her dancin' Ciara had played in the background The parade music we made had us all wearin' shades now, cool "Where you stay?" She said, "Down the street from Dominguez High" Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount "Well, is it Compton?" "No," she replied Then quickly start battin' her eyes I strictly had wanted her thighs around me Seventeen with nothin' but pussy stuck on my mental My motive was rather sinful, "What you tryna get into?" She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer, and, well The summer had passed, and now I'm likin' her Conversation we havin' probably enticin' her Who can imagine? Maybe my actions'll end up wifin' her Love or lust, regardless, we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us It's deep-rooted, the music of bein' young and dumb Is never muted, in fact, it's much louder where I'm from We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict She live with her granny and her younger two brothers Her favorite cousin Demetrius is irrepetible Family history of gangbangin' did make me skeptical But not enough to stop me from gettin' a nut "I wanna come over, what's up?" That's what I told her soon as this episode Of Martin go off, I'm tryna get off I was in heat like a cactus My tactics of bein' thirsty probably could hurt me But fuck it, I got some heart Grabbed my mama keys, hopped in the car, then, oh boy So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan Passin' Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump I got enough to get me through the traffic jam At least I hope, 'cause my pockets broke as a promise, man I'm thinkin' 'bout that sex Thinkin' 'bout her thighs or maybe kissin' on her neck or maybe what position's next Sent a picture of her titties, blowin' up my texts I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette Enthused by the touch of a woman, she's a masseuse And I'm a professional pornstar when off the Goose I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom I'm hopin' to get her loose like an Uncle Luke anthem I'm two blocks away, two hundred and fifty feet And six steps from where she stay, she wavin' me 'cross the street I pulled up, a smile on my face, and then I see Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang Please leave your message for three-two-three Record your message after the tone Kendrick, where you at? Damn, I'm sittin' here waitin' on my van You told me you was gon' be back in fifteen minutes Man, I gotta go up to the county buildin', man, these kids ready to eat I'm ready to eat, shit I gotta get them food stamps, come on now You on your way or what? I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hoodrats out there, shit 'Specially that lil' crazy-ass girl Sherane And plus you got school tomorrow You keep fuckin' around in them streets, you ain't gon' pass to the next grade Eleventh grade (Is that Kendrick on the phone?) Your daddy callin' about some damn dominoes (Let me holler at him) He want to holler at you too, go ahead, Kenny, go'n, shit Hello? Yak, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? (Kenny), What? I'm on his voicemail, damn fool (Oh), shit Yak, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? This the second time I asked you to bring my fuckin' dominoes Just give me the damn phone, shit, don't hang up, damn, let me Kendrick, when you get this message, man, call me back (Keep losin' my goddamn dominoes, we gon' have to go in the backyard) I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car (And squab, homie) This man fussin' 'bout some damn dominoes It ain't all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes Shit, I'ma miss my damn appointment, fuck Fuck some damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that Nobody wanna hear your ass Matter fact, cut my motherfuckin' oldies back on You killin' my motherfuckin' vibe

Bitch Dont Kill My Vibe

rap

Kendrick Lamar

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I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today I'm yelling Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Look inside of my soul and you can find gold and maybe get rich Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist I can feel the changes I can feel a new life, I always knew life can be dangerous I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me it's painless You don't know what pain is How can I paint this picture When the color blind is hangin' with you? Fell on my face and awoke with a scar Another mistake livin' deep in my heart Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick I can admit that it did look like yours Why you resent every making of his? Tell me your purpose is petty again But even a small lighter can burn a bridge Even a small lighter can burn a bridge I can feel the changes I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me Then put me on stages, to me that's amazin' To you that's a quick check With all disrespect, let me say this I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe! I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today I'm yelling Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe I'm tryin' to keep it alive And not compromise the feeling we love You're tryin' to keep it deprived And only co-sign what radio does And I'm lookin' right past you We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles You live in a world, you livin' behind the mirror I know what you scared of The feeling of feeling emotions inferior This shit is vital, I know you had to This shit is vital, I know you had to Die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain Rather a seasonal name I'll let the people know this is somethin' you can blame On yourselves, you can remain stuck in a box I'ma break out and then hide every lock I'ma break out and then hide every lock I can feel the changes I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous You can see that my city found me, then put me on stages To me, that's amazin' To you that's a quick check With all disrespect, let me say this I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive me Things I don't understand Sometimes I need to be alone Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe I can feel your energy from two planets away I got my drink, I got my music I would share it, but today I'm yelling Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe You ain't heard the coast like this in a long time Don't you see that long line? And they waiting on Kendrick like the first and the fifteenth Threes in the air, I can see you are in sync Hide your feelings, hide your feelings, now, what you better do I'll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on the pedestal Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Walk out the door and they scream it's alive My New Year's resolution is to stop all the pollution Talk too motherfuckin' much, I got my drink, I got my music I say bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Bitch, don't kill my vibe Ayy, K-Dot, get in the car, nigga! Come on, we finna roll out! Nigga, I got a pack of blacks and a beat CD Get yo' freestyles ready!

Money Trees

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{"Jay Rock"}

Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish) Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? (Ya bish) Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive) From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish (Ya bish) Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do) Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool) I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros) Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish) Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish) The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind) Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs) You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish) A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish) And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew) Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's just how I feel Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That's just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That's just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That's just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That's just how I feel Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do) Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school) You know, "Big Ballin' With My Homies" (My homies) Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational, that's rational) Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish) Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish) Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head) He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish) That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same) A Louis belt that never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain) But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin') Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin') Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish) Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish) They say your hood is a pot of gold (A pot of gold) And we gon' crash it when nobody's home It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's just how I feel Nah, nah A dollar might just fuck your main bitch That's just how I feel, nah A dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came with That's just how I feel, nah, nah A dollar might just make that lane switch That's just how I feel, nah A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich That's just how I feel Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Imagine Rock up in them projects Where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings Liquors spillin', pistols poppin' Bakin' soda YOLA whippin' Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin' My homeboy just dome'd a nigga I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with cocaine residue Every day I'm hustlin' What else is a thug to do When you eatin' cheese from the government? Gotta provide for my daughter n'em Get the fuck up out my way, bitch Got that drum and I got them bands Just like a parade, bitch Drop that work up in the bushes Hope them boys don't see my stash If they do, tell the truth This the last time you might see my ass From the gardens where the grass ain't cut Them serpents lurkin', Blood Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs But it's all good Broken promises, steal your watch And tell you what time it is Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doin' Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustlin' all day This-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade And that's just how I feel Kendrick's Mom: Kendrick, just bring my car back, man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. This man is on one, he feelin' good as a motherfucker. Shit, I'm tryna get my thing goin', too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin' good. Look, listen to him! Kendrick's Dad: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat ass Kendrick's Mom: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back! Kendrick's Dad: Did somebody say dominoes?

​m.A.A.d city

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{"MC Eiht"}

If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street, I hear- Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know-where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window - check yourself! Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where *beep* hang out Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime Pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, fuck is up? Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers Suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all-duck!" That's what Momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce! Now crawl your head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct Make sure you're corporate or they'll be callin' your mother collect They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess M.A.A.d. city Man down, where you from, nigga? Fuck who you know-where you from, my nigga? Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga? This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street, I hear- Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!- Wake yo' punk-ass up! It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang G-yeah, real simple and plain Let me teach you some lessons about the street (Smoke somethin', nigga!) Hood ('Sup, Cuz?) It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang G-yeah, how we do Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad' Sleepin' in the living room of my momma's pad Reality struck, I seen the white car crash Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him Security guard for a month and ended up leavin' In fact, I got fired, 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up Cocaine laced in marijuana And they wonder why I rarely smoke now Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin' You know the reasons but still will never know my life Kendrick a.k.a. "Compton's Human Sacrifice" G-yeah, cocaine, weed Niggas been mixin' shit since the '80s, loc Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds Dip, make a nigga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit One time's crooked and shit Block a nigga in Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah that's cool Shit, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules But yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang And niggas that rep colors is doin' the same thang Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, shit Couple of IV's with the fuckin' spray-can Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave Mount up, regulators in the whip Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, yeah Trip, we in the hood still So, loc, grab a strap 'cause yeah, it's so real, yeah Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me? Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat? If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat? Would you say my intelligence now is great relief? And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage Kill 'em all if they gossip The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinkin' and drive Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes Probably go to the projects, I Live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA Made me an Angel on Angel Dust - what? m.A.A.d city Compton Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up What you holdin' it for? Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit Nigga, that ain't no word Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don't even trip Just lay back and drink that

Sing About Me Im Dying of Thirst

rap

Kendrick Lamar

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When the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you In case I'm not here tomorrow I'm hopin' that I can borrow A peace of mind, I'm behind on what's really important My mind is really distorted I find nothing but trouble in my life I'm fortunate you believe in a dream This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine And last night was just another distraction Or a reaction of what we consider madness I know exactly what happened You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel Like everything was alright in a fight he tried to put up But the type of bullet that stuck Had went against his will, that's blood spilled on your hands My plan's rather vindictive Everybody's a victim in my eyes When I ride it's a murderous rhythm And outside became pitch black A demon glued to my back, whispering "Get 'em!" I got 'em and I ain't give a fuck That same mentality I told my brother not to duck In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors I wonder if I'll ever discover a passion like you and recover The life that I knew as a youngin In pajamas and dun-ta-duns When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs dumb Niggas like me never prosper Prognosis of a problem child, I'm proud and well-devoted This Piru shit been in me forever So forever I'ma push it, wherever, whenever And I love you 'cause you love my brother like you did Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big And if I die before your album drop, I hope- Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me You wrote a song about my sister on your tape And called it Section.80 The message resembled "Brenda's Got a Baby" What's crazy was I was hearin' about it But doubted your ignorance How could you ever just put her on blast and shit? Judgin' her past and shit? Well, it's completely my future Her nigga behind me right now askin' for ass and shit And I'ma need that forty dollars Even if I got to fuck, suck and swallow In the parking lot, Gonzales Park, I'm followed By a married man, and father of three My titties bounce on the cadence of his tinklin' keys Matter of fact, he my favorite 'cause he tip me with E's He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week This is the life of another girl damaged by the system These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em See, my hormones just run away and if I can get 'em Back to where they used to be, then I'll probably be in the denim Of a family gene that show women how to be woman Or better yet, a leader, you need her to learn somethin' Then you probably need to beat her, that's how I was taught Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed And I'm exhausted, but fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit My sister died in vain, but what point are you tryna gain If you can't fit the pumps I walk in? I'll wait... Your rebuttal a little too late And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song 'Cause I don't need the attention, bring enough of that on my own And matter fact, did I mention that I physically feel great? A doctor's approval is a waste of time, I know I'm straight I'll probably live longer than you and never fade away I'll never fade away, I'll never fade away, I know my fate And I'm on the grind for this cake, I'ma get it or die tryin' I'm eyein' every male gender with intentions of buyin' You lyin' to these motherfuckers Talkin' about you can help 'em with my story You can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga Don't ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga, you ain't shit... When the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me Sometimes I look in the mirror And ask myself: Am I really scared of passin' away? If it's today, I hope I hear a Cry out from Heaven so loud it can water down a demon With the Holy Ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus I wrote some raps that made sure that my lifeline reekin' The scent of a reaper, ensurin' that my allegiance With the other side may come soon, and if I'm doomed May the womb of my mother be blessed for many moons I suffer a lot And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch I tie my stomach in knots And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats That can come about, 'cause the tongue is mighty powerful And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch Maybe 'cause I'm a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death Really stuck in the schema of wonderin' when I'ma rest And you're right, your brother was a brother to me And your sister's situation was the one that pulled me In a direction to speak on somethin' That's realer than the TV screen By any means, wasn't tryin' to offend or come between Her personal life, I was like "It need to be told" Cursin' the life of twenty generations after her soul Exactly what'd happen if I ain't continue rappin' Or steady bein' distracted by money, drugs and 4-5's I count lives, all on these songs Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong Fightin' for your rights, even when you're wrong And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone Am I worth it? Did I put enough work in? Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn To settle down, my main concern Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you will sing about me Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for- ooooh Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for- ooooh Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for- ooooh Promise that you'll sing about me forever Promise that you'll sing about me for- ooooh (On the phone) "Ay, ay, ay, where you 'bout to go?" "Nigga, the homie's brother-nigga, right here, he gone, my nigga, he gone!" "Hey, come to the store for a nigga, one time." "We on the block right now, my nigga, like, we-nigga, we right here, my nigga." "Bring a nigga back a black!" "Nigga-bruh-nigga, they just killed the homie's brother, my nigga. We right here on the block, my nigga... Al-alright, nigga-nigga, just come-alright, alright, just call me back, man, just call me back." "Bring a nigga back a black!" (*Hangs up*) "Ahh, fuck... So, so, what we gon' do, my niggas? What we gon' do?" "Bro, we can go back right now, my nigga. Like... nigga, I don't give a fuck, my nigga. We can go back right now." "Fuck! I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit! My brother, homie!" Tired of runnin', tired of huntin' My own kind, but retirin' nothin' Tires are steady screechin', the driver is rubbin' Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst? Dope on the corner, look at the coroner Daughter is dead, mother is mournin' her Stray bullets, AK bullets Resuscitation was waitin' patiently, but they couldn't Bring her back, who got the footage? Channel 9, cameras is lookin' It's hard to channel your energy when you know he crooked Banana clip, split his banana pudding I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding I know I'm good at Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst How many sins? I'm runnin' out How many sins? I lost count Dreams of ballin' like Spalding But only shotty bounce The reaper callin', I'm cottonmouth Money is power (Money is power) Yours is ours (Yours is ours) Lay with a snitch, die with a coward Hope we get rich, hope we can tower Over the city with vanity with the music louder The same song, a black flower I'll show you how to Dye your thirst, dye your thirst, dye your thirst What are we doin'? Who are we foolin'? Hell is hot, fire is proven To burn for eternity, return of the student That never learned how to live righteous but how to shoot it Tired of runnin', choirs is hummin' Tell us to visit, we lie about comin' Now back to business, loadin' the guns in Back of the Buick, your hood is feudin' The beef is bubblin', it's no discussion Hereditary, all of my cousins Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst Too many sins, I'm runnin' out Somebody send me a well for the drought See all I know is takin' notes On takin' this life for granted, granted, if he provoke My best days, I stress days (Lord, forgive me for all my sins, for I not know-) My best days, I stress days Say "fuck the world," my sex slave Money, pussy, and greed-what's my next crave? Whatever it is, know it's my next grave Tired of runnin', tired of runnin', tired of tumblin' Tired of runnin', tired of tumblin' - backwards My momma say "See, a pastor give me a promise What if today was the rapture and you completely tarnished? The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest You dyin' of thirst, you dyin' of thirst So hop in that water, and pray that it works." Fuck! I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit! That's my brother, homie! Young man, come talk to me! Is that what I think that is? I know that's not what I think that is Why are you so angry? See, you young men are dying of thirst Do you know what that means? That means you need water, holy water You need to be baptized, with the spirit of the Lord Do you want to receive God as your personal savior? Okay, repeat after me: "Lord God, I come to You a sinner." (Lord God, I come to You a sinner) "And I humbly repent for my sins." (And I humbly repent for my sins) "I believe that Jesus is Lord." (I believe that Jesus is Lord) "I believe You raised Him from the dead." (I believe You raised Him from the dead) "I would ask that Jesus come into my life." (I would ask that Jesus come in my life) "And be my Lord and Savior." (And be my Lord and Savior) "I receive Jesus to take control of my life." (I receive Jesus to take control of my life) "And that I may live for Him from this day forward." (And that I may live for Him from this day forward) "Thank you, Lord Jesus For saving me with Your precious blood." (Thank you, Lord Jesus For saving me with Your precious blood) "In Jesus' name, amen." (In Jesus' name, amen) Alright now, remember this day The start of a new life - your REAL life

Real

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{"Anna Wise"}

I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie, even if they tell Sweet lullabies that come with a smell Of a dozen roses flipping down the green hill You're living in a world that come with plan B Cause plan A never relay a guarantee And plan C never could say just what it was And your plans only can pan around love You love him, you love them, you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love red bottom and gold that say "Queen" You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean You love French tip and trip that pay for You love bank slip that tell you we paid more You love a good hand whenever the card dealt But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself? I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, ('Cause before you know it, everything's gone) I promise that I know you very well Your eyes never lie, even if they fell Out the sky and your optics turn stale Where they mold that's green, I can see you fit the bill Of living in a world that come with plan B Cause plan A only can make another mistake And you can't see success coming from plan C When it all breaks, you'll still say you're lovely And love them and love when you love her You love so much, you love when love hurts You love fast cars and dead presidents old You love fast women, you love keepin' control Of everything that you love, you love beef You love streets, you love running, ducking police You love your hood, might even love it to death But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself? I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real ('Cause before you know it, everything's gone) The reason why I know you very well Cause we have the same eyes, can't you tell? The days I tried to cover up and conceal My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal When living in a world that come with plan B A scapegoat cause plan A don't come free And plan C just an excuse like "because" Or the word "but," but what if I got love? I love them, I love when I love her I love so much, I love when love hurts I love first verse 'cause you're the girl I attract I love second verse 'cause you're the homie that pack Burner like a stove top, that love cooking from scratch I love what the both of you have to offer In fact, I love it so much, I don't love anything else But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself To the point I should hate everything I do love? Should I hate living my life inside the club? Should I hate her for watching me for that reason? Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'? Should I hate them for telling me "ball out"? Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' about Hating all money, power, respect in my will Or hating the fact none of that shit make me real? Kenny, I ain't trippin' off them dominoes anymore. Just calling, sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy, but don't learn the hard way like I did, homie. Any nigga can kill a man, that don't make you a real nigga. Real is responsibility. Real is taking care of your motherfucking family. Real is God, nigga I do what I wanna do I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I Look in the mirror and know I'm there With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real I'm real, I'm real (cause before you know it, everything's gone) Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you. Just make sure you call us back when you get this message. Here go your mom Boy, you better have my car on full all this time you done had my damn car, but look I ain't trippin'. Look, the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you over there telling you about the good book because right about now that's what y'all need. Oh, and Top Dawg called the house too. I guess they want you and Dave to come to the studio. But look, you take that music business serious, and put out something me and your dad can step to. Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know that's what we do Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you Sing my song, it's all for you "If I don't hear from you by tomorrow, I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes. Come back a man, tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton. Let 'em know you was just like them, but you still rose from that dark place of violence, becoming a positive person. But when you do make it, give back with your words of encouragement, and that's the best way to give back. To your city... And I love you Kendrick, if I don't hear you knocking on the door you know where I usually leave the key. Alright? Talk to you later, bye." (*Sound of a cassette tape being stopped and fast forwarded*)

White Walls

rap

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

{"ScHoolboy Q",Hollis}

I wanna be free I wanna just live Inside my Cadillac That is my shit Now throw it up (Man throw that up) That's what it is (That's what it is) In my C-A-D-I-L-L-A-C, bitch (Biatch!) Can't see me through my tints (Nuh-uh) I'm riding real slow (Slow motion) In my paint, wet, drippin', shinin' like my 24s (Umbrella) I ain't got 24s (Nuh-uh) But I'm on those Vogues (Yeah) That's those big white walls, r-r-round them hundred spokes Old school like Olde English in that brown paper bag I'm rollin' in that same whip that my granddad had Hello, haters, damn y'all mad 30k on the Caddy, now how backpack rap is that? I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Man, I'm loungin' In some shit Bernie Mac would've been proud of Lookin' down from heaven like damn that's stylish Smilin', don't pay attention to the mileage Can I hit the freeway? Illegally going 120 Easy weavin' in and out of the traffic They cannot catch me, I'm smashin' I'm duckin', buckin' them out here I'm lookin' fuckin' fantastic, I am up in a classic Now I know what it's like under the city lights Ridin' into the night, drivin' over the bridge The same one we'd walk across as kids Knew I'd have a whip but never one like this Old school, old school Candy paint, two-seater Yeah, I'm from Seattle, there's hella Honda Civics I couldn't tell you about paint either But I really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours And rolled on over to the dealer And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer Got the keys in, as I was leavin' I started screamin' I got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Yeah, uh Backwoods and dope White hoes in the backseat snortin' coke She doing line after line like she's writing rhymes I had her inhalin' my love, tryna blow her mind Cadillac pimpin', my uncle was on 14, I stole his keys, me and my niggas was gone Stealing portions of his liquor, water in his Patron Drivin', smilin' like I won the fucking lottery homes (Fuckin' lottery homes) Tires with the spokes on it, and the Vogues too Mustard and mayonnaise, keepin' the buns all on My dogs hangin' out the window Young as whoosh, fuckin' like we ball Tryna fuck 'em all Never park the whip, see what's poppin' at the mall Meet a bad bitch, slap her booty with my paw You can smoke the pussy, I was tearin' down the walls I'm motherfuckin' awe- -some, swear these sights tryna hypnotize Grip the leather steerin' wheel while I grip the thighs See the lust stuck up in her eyes Maybe she like the ride or did she like the smoke? Or does she want it low? 'Cause this shit a Coupe de Ville so you'll never know So we cruise for minutes, my nigga fuck the limit Got a window tinted, for sure a gangsta in it Slide 'til the gas is finished Q Off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so bright Got that off-black Cadillac, midnight drive Got that gas pedal, leaning back, taking my time I'm rolling that roof off, letting in sky I shine, the city never looked so, looked so bright

Breezeblocks

rock

alt-J

{​​alt-J}

She may contain the urge to run away But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks Cetirizine, your fever's gripped me again Never kisses, all you ever send are fullstops (La la la la) Do you know where the wild things go? They go along to take your honey (La la la la) Break down, now weep, build up breakfast Now let's eat, my love, my love, love, love (La la la la) Muscle to muscle and toe to toe The fear has gripped me, but here I go My heart sinks as I jump up Your hand grips hand as my eyes shut And I, ah-ah-ah-ah Do you know where the wild things go? They go along to take your honey (La la la la) Break down, now sleep, build up breakfast Now let's eat, my love, my love, love, love (La la la la) She bruises, coughs, she splutters pistol shots Hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks She's morphine, queen of my vaccine My love, my love, love, love (La la la la) Muscle to muscle and toe to toe The fear has gripped me, but here I go My heart sinks as I jump up Your hand grips hand as my eyes shut And I, ah-ah-ah-aha Aah-ah-ah-ah, Aah-ah-ah-ah-aha-I (Shhhh) She may contain the urge to run away But hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks Germolene, disinfect the scene, my love, my love, love, love But please don't go, I love you so, my lovely Please don't go, please don't go I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, please don't go I love you so, I love you so Please break my heart (Hey!) Please don't go, please don't go I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, please don't go I love you so, I love you so Please break my heart Please don't go, I'll eat you whole I love you so, I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, I'll eat you whole I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, I'll eat you whole I love you so, I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, I'll eat you whole I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, I'll eat you whole I love you so, I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, I'll eat you whole I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, I'll eat you whole I love you so, I love you so, I love you so Please don't go, I'll eat you whole I love you so, I love you so

Hate Bein Sober

rap

Chief Keef

{"50 Cent","Wiz Khalifa"}

Young Chop on the beat I can't spell sober I'm a smoker, Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water Sober, my bitches stay sober Sober Damn, I hate bein' sober I hate bein' sober Damn, I hate bein' sober, I'm a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water But we can't spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up, bitches be on us All the hoes, they love smokin' and love drinkin' Anti-sober for no reason 'Cause we can't spell sober Ya'll know us, we smoke strong, bruh Watch me roll up 'Cause I can't spell sober On my tour bus we get dumb high, you's a floor boy Fredo got a hangover, he totin' a Cobra Last night he was shootin' shit up like O-Dog Reesy rollin', Tadoe got hoes on mollies Chief Sosa, Ballout, we high ridin' 'Raris My bitches love drinkin', some love smokin' Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dutch, she start chokin' Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Call up D-Money, now we throw money All these bitches off the shits walk around like some zombies Damn, I hate bein' sober, I'm a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water But we can't spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up, bitches be on us All the hoes, they love smokin' and love drinkin' Anti-sober for no reason 'Cause we can't spell sober Ya'll know us, we smoke strong, bruh Watch me roll up 'Cause I can't spell sober We got a hundred pounds of this shit (Yeah) My stash house with them bricks (Yeah) My pockets filled with them stacks (Uh) My bitch be gone off a flat (Whoo) She a hot tamale when she pop a molly It's time to party, we party hard Drinkin', smokin', drinkin', smokin', drinkin', smokin' We high for sure I came in back of that Rolls Nigga, I ain't stuntin' them hoes (Nah) I trick a bitch to suck dick, trick What you spend on her, we spend on clothes Too young for me, she want Sosa Shooters in the Range Rover That's GBE, when them .223's get to flyin', bitch, it's over See my ring chain and my Rolex when I'm flexin' Bitch, I got to get mine, nigga get outta line, I check 'em See this gangsta shit's done to perfection Nigga, better believe me, I make it look easy Damn I hate bein' sober, I'm a smoker Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water We can't spell sober Ballout roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason 'Cause we can't spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up 'Cause I can't spell sober My weed so strong, my cheese so long (Cheese so long) Roll so many joints soon I might need a lung (Might need a lung) Spend so many grands that I might need some bands (Might need some bands) That's your bitch, why she acting like she need a man? (Need a man) I'm faded (Faded), talking mills 'cause I made it (Made it) Talking pounds 'cause I smoke it (Smoke it) Talking game 'cause I played it (Played it) I'm wasted (Wasted), Rose thats my favorite (Favorite) OG kush, you can taste it (Taste it) Buying Cris' by the cases (By the cases) I hate being sober Don't smell no one smoking Me and my niggas gon' roll up Believe they gon' fire on you You think you could roll up You smoke by the ounce Well, bitch, I smoke by the pound 'cause Damn I hate bein' sober (Hahaha), I'm a smoker Fredo a drinker (Uh), Tadoe off molly water We can't spell sober (Sosa, what up nigga?) Ballout roll up (What up Fredo?) when we roll up bitches be on us All the hoes they love smoking and love drinking Anti-sober, for no reason 'Cause we can't spell sober Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh Watch me roll up 'Cause I can't spell sober

Love Sosa

rap

Chief Keef

{}

Fuckers in school telling me, always in the barber shop "Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief Keef ain't 'bout that" My boy a BD on fucking Lamron and them He, he, they say that nigga don't be putting in no work Shut the fuck up Y'all niggas ain't know shit All y'all motherfuckers talkin' about "Chief Keef ain't no hitter Chief Keef ain't this Chief Keef a fake" Shut the fuck up Y'all don't live with that nigga Y'all know that nigga got caught with a ratchet Shootin' at the police and shit Nigga been on probation since fuckin' I don't know when Motherfucker, stop fuckin' playin' him like that Them niggas savages out there If I catch another motherfucker talking sweet about Chief Keef I'm fucking beatin' they ass I'm not fucking playin' no more Y'all know them niggas roll with Lil Reese and them (Young Chop on the beat) Love Sosa, bitches love Sosa, huh? O End or no end, Raris and Rovers, ayy, li'l Cobra, ayy, ayy Bang, Bang-bang, God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over 'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy These bitches love Sosa and they love them Glo Boys Know we from the 'Go boy, but we cannot go, boy No, I don't know old boy, I know he's a broke boy 'Raris and Rovers, convertible Lambos, boy You know I got bands, boy, and it's in my pants, boy Disrespect them O Boys, you won't speak again, boy Don't think that I'm playin', boy, no, we don't use hands, boy No, we don't do friends, boy, collect bands, I'm a landlord I gets lots of commas, I can fuck your momma I ain't with the drama, you can meet my llama Ridin' with 3hunna, with three hundred foreigns These bitches see Chief Sosa, I swear to God, they honored These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over 'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy Don't make me call D. Rose, boy, he six double-O, boy And he keep that pole, boy, you gon' get fucked over Bitch, I done sell soda and I done sell coca She gon' clap for Sosa, he gon' clap for Sosa They do it for Sosa, them hoes, they do it for Sosa Tadoe off the molly water, so nigga be cool like water 'Fore you get hit with this lava, bitch, I'm the trending topic Don't care no price, I'll cop it, B, and your bitch steady jockin' me These bitches love Sosa, O End or no end Fuckin' with them O boys, you gon' get fucked over 'Raris and Rovers, these hoes love Chief Sosa Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain't making no noise Y'all know I'm a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys God, y'all some broke boys, God, y'all some broke boys We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy

La Vie En Rose

rb

Louis Armstrong

{}

Hold me close and hold me fast The magic spell you cast This is "La vie en rose" When you kiss me, heaven sighs And though I close my eyes I see "La vie en rose" When you press me to your heart I'm in a world apart A world where roses bloom And when you speak, angels sing from above Everyday words seem to turn into love songs Give your heart and soul to me And life will always be "La vie en rose"

Backseat Freestyle

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{}

Uh, Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I feel amazin', damn, I'm in the Matrix My mind is livin' on cloud nine and this 9 is never on vacation Start up that Maserati and - vroom-vroom! - I'm racin' Poppin' pills in the lobby and I pray they don't find her naked And I pray you niggas is hatin', shooters go after Judas Jesus Christ, if I live life on my knees ain't no need to do this Park it in front of Lueders, next to that Church's Chicken All you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winners, screamin'- All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches: wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead showers I've got 25 lighters on my dresser, yessir Put fire to that ass, body cast on a stretcher And her body got that ass that a ruler couldn't measure And it make me cum fast, but I never get embarrassed And I recognize you have what I've been wantin' since that record That Adina Howard had pop it fast to impress her She rollin', I'm holdin' my scrotum and posin' This voice here is golden, so fuck y'all, I goes in, and- All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches: wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or, nigga, it's go time I roll in dough with a good grind And I run at ho with a baton That's a relay race with a bouquet They say, "K, you goin' marry mines." Beeotch! No way, beeotch! No way Beeotch! No way, beeotch! Okay I'm never livin' life confined As I feel you even if I'm blind I can tell you who, what, when, where How to sell your game right on time Beeotch! Go play, beeotch! Go play Beeotch! Go play, beeotch! I look like OJ Killin' everything from pussy to a mothafuckin' Hit-Boy beat She pussy poppin' and I got options like an audible, I be C-O-M-P-T-O-N, I win, then ball at your defeat C-O-M-P-T-O-N, my city, mobbin' in the street, yellin'- All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead shower I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress All my life I want money and power Respect my mind or die from lead showers Let it run, Ali Martin had a dream Martin had a dream Kendrick have a dream

Poetic Justice

rap

Kendrick Lamar

{Drake}

Every second, every minute Man, I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch, put your hands up high Hands up high, hands up high Tell 'em dim the lights down right now Put me in the mood I'm talkin' about dark room, perfume, go, go I recognize your fragrance Hold up, you ain't never gotta say shit Uh, and I know your taste is A little bit, hmm, high maintenance Uh, everybody else basic You live life on an everyday basis With poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room Would you trust it? I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen Better yet, where your friends and 'em? I really wanna know you all I really wanna show you off Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne Cold nights when you curse this name You called up your girlfriends And y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that she wanna go and party, she wanna go and party Nigga, don't approach her with that Atari Nigga, that ain't good game, homie, sorry They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell But I could never right my wrongs 'Less I write it down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright I really hope you play this, 'cause ol' girl, you test my patience With all these seductive photographs And all these one-off vacations you've been takin' Clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin' with your other man I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane Take you and your momma to the motherland I could do it, maybe one day When you figure out you're gonna need someone When you figure out it's alright here in the city And you don't run from where we come from That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice You were so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex Your natural hair and your soft skin And your big ass in that sundress, ooh Good God, what you doin' that walk for? When I see that thing move I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more They say communication save relations, I can tell But I can never right my wrongs Unless I write 'em down for real, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright Every time I write these words they become a taboo Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof I'm talkin' poetic justice, poetic justice If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room Would you trust it? I mean, you need to hear this Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' in the mirror Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' for it, maybe Call me crazy, we can both be insane A fatal attraction is common, and what we have common is pain I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb And I can see power steerin', sex drive when you swerve I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it Uh-huh, that's your heartbeat It either caught me or it called me, uh-huh Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, P.S You can get it, you can get it You can get it, you can get it And I know just, know just, know just Know just, know just what you want Poetic justice, put it in a song "I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie Where is you from? Or it is a problem." "Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie?" "Yo, I don't care who this nigga over here for If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry." "Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay? I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay? You gon' tell me where you from, okay? Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay?" "Enough with all this talkin'." "Matter of fact, get out the van, homie! Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!"

SpongeBob SquarePants Theme Song

pop

SpongeBob SquarePants

{}

Are you ready, kids? Aye, aye, Captain! I can't hear you! Aye, aye, captain! Oh! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SpongeBob SquarePants! Absorbent and yellow and porous is he SpongeBob SquarePants! If nautical nonsense be something you wish SpongeBob SquarePants! Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish! SpongeBob SquarePants! Ready?! SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants! Ah-hah Hahaha Ah-hah, hahahar

Fuckin Problems

rap

A$AP Rocky

{Drake,"Kendrick Lamar","A\\$AP Rocky","2 Chainz"}

I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (Yeah) Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy Hold up, bitches simmer down (Uh) Takin' hella long, bitch, give it to me now (Uh) Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9 Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh? A$AP (Yeah), get like me (Uh) Never met a motherfucker fresh like me (Yeah) All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (Uh) But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith 'Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga, nigga, like how you figure? (Yeah) Gettin' figures and fuckin' bitches, she rollin' Swishers Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas (Uh) They gettin' bent up off the liquor (Uh) She love my licorice, I let her lick it (Alright) They say money make a nigga act niggerish (Uh) But least a nigga, nigga rich I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin' boys, beast (Hahahahaha) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on Make you think about all of the niggas you been leadin' on Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word? Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on? You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin' read-along Ain't a fuckin' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along Then ju-, okay, I got it Then just drop down and get your eagle on Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on All that shit you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it If you comin' for my head, then ma'fucker get to bustin' Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often But this long-dick nigga ain't for the long talkin', I'm beast I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale My pep talk turn into a pep rally Say she from the hood but she live inside in the valley, now Vacay'd in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali (Mmm) Got your girl on my line, world on my line The irony, I fuck 'em at the same damn time She eyein' me like a nigga don't exist Girl, I know you want this dick Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar (Mmm) A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car (Mmm) That mean your friends-es need be up to par See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (Mmm) Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say Halle Berry, hallelujah Holler back, I'll do ya, beast I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem (Problem) And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (Problem) If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

505

rock

Arctic Monkeys

{}

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked Not shy of a spark The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs But I crumble completely when you cry It seems like once again you've had to greet me with "Goodbye" I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs and a smile

Crooked Smile

rap

J. Cole

{TLC}

Even though I- On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round They tell me I should fix my grill 'cause I got money now I ain't gon' sit around and front like I ain't thought about it A perfect smile is more appealing, but it's funny how My shit is crooked-look at how far I done got without it! I keep my twisted grill, just to show the kids it's real We ain't picture perfect, but we worth the picture still I got smart, I got rich and I got bitches still And they all look like my eyebrows: thick as hell Love yourself, girl, or nobody will Though you a woman I don't know how you deal With all the pressure to look impressive and go out in heels I feel for you, killin' yourself to find a man that'll kill for you You wake up, put makeup on Stare in the mirror, but it's clear that you can't face what's wrong No need to fix what God already put his paintbrush on Your roommate yelling, "Why you gotta take so long?!" What it's like to have a crooked smile Even though I- On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down (This crooked smile) You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round (Yeah) To all the women with the flaws, know it's hard, my darling You wonder why you're lonely and your man's not calling You keep falling victim 'cause you're insecure And when I tell you that you're beautiful you can't be sure 'Cause he don't seem to want you back and it's got you askin' So all you see is what you lackin', not what you packin' Take it from a man that loves what you got And baby girl, you a star, don't let 'em tell you you're not Now is it real? Eyebrows, fingernails, hair Is it real? If it's not, girl, you don't care 'Cause what's real is somethin' that the eyes can't see That the hands can't touch, that them broads can't be And that's you, never let 'em see your frown And if you need a friend to pick you up, I'll be around And we can ride with the windows down, the music loud I can tell you ain't laughed in a while But I wanna see that crooked smile Even though I- On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round We got the crooked smile, we can style on 'em Back round, crooked smile, we can style on 'em You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round We don't look nothin' like the people on the screen You know, the movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens But we got dreams and we got the right to chase 'em Look at the nation That's a crooked smile braces couldn't even straighten Seem like half the race is either on probation or in jail Wonder why we inhale, 'cause we in Hell already I ask: If my skin pale, would I then sell like Eminem or Adele? But one more time for the 'Ville And fuck all of that beef shit, nigga, let's make a mil Hey officer man, we don't want nobody gettin' killed Just open up that cell, let my brother outta jail I got money for the bail now, and well now If you askin' will I tell now-ayy, hell nah I ain't snitchin' 'cause, man, they get them niggas stitches now If you was around then you wouldn't need a witness now How you like this crooked smile? Even though I- On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down (That crooked smile) You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round We got the crooked smile, we can style on 'em Back round, crooked smile, we can style on 'em You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round La la la, la la la, la-la-la-la La la la, la la la, la-la-la-la La la la, la la la, la-la-la-la La la la, la la la, la-la-la-la On my way, on my way, on my way down On my way, on my way, on my way down You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round Back round You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round Back round You were the one that was tryna keep me way down But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round Round

Dreams and Nightmares Intro

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Meek Mill

{}

Ain't this what they've been waitin' for? You ready? Uh, uh I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this And the matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do" If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without an album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga! Maybach Music Hold up, wait a minute (Minute), y'all thought I was finished? (Whoa) When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? (Yeah) Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo' my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no All I know is murder, when it come to me I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins (Skrrt) They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' (Let's go) We young niggas, we mobbin' (Mobbin'), like Batman and we're robbin' (Whoa) This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin' I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?" If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up! If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could Boy, I slide down on your block (Block), bike on 12 o'clock (Rah) And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch (Meek Milly) And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies And when there's beef, I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key Hold up, broke nigga turned rich (Rich), love the game like Mitch And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone Woo!

All Gold Everything

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Trinidad James

{}

This shit sound like 007 on N64 and shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, James Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Don't believe me, just watch Nigga, nigga, nigga Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Nigga, nigga, nigga Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Don't believe me, just watch This ain't for no fuck-nigga If you a real nigga, then fuck with me This one for the hood niggas Hipster bitches that shop at Lenox Dark skinned, light skinned Asian and white women Hypebeasts we know aboutchea' Don't buy shoes unless they popular For the hoes, my nigga That's pussy poppin' at Magic City Got that strong, my nigga Then come match that shit with me Smokin' mid, my nigga Then don't pass that shit to me This one for my niggas And bitches 'bout that money (Cash Out) Gotta love, Chesire Bridge Them bad hoes at Onyx I don't fuck with no snitches So don't tell me who tellin' This one for them colleges Them bad hoes at Spelman Shout out to them freshmen On Instagram straight flexin' Popped a molly, I'm sweatin', woo Popped a molly, I'm sweatin', woo Mama always told me: "Boy, count your blessings." In God I trust, so I kept counting them Franklins I'm too fly, you know this Let me give your ass a checklist One gold watch, two gold chains Six gold rings, it's nothin' (Goddamn!) OG Jordans, them high socks No shirt on, I'm stuntin' (Okay!) And this song for them fuck-niggas Who hating on you this summer (Fuck 'em!) Talk shit behind your back But won't say shit in public (Fuck 'em!) Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Don't believe me, just watch Nigga, nigga, nigga Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Nigga, nigga, nigga Don't believe me, just watch Don't believe me, just watch Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Don't believe me, just watch

Chum

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Earl Sweatshirt

{}

Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work "Golf" is stitched into my shirt Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche Psyche, psyche Can I get that, oh... let me get that beat in my headphones, louder It's probably been 12 years since my father left Left me fatherless And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest jest When honestly, I miss this nigga, like when I was six And every time I got the chance to say it, I would swallow it Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip shots I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role model I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody front lawn Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed moderate Momma often was offering peace offerings Think, wheeze, cough, scoffing and he's off again Searching for a big brother, Tyler was that And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap Too black for the white kids, and too white for the blacks From honor roll to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened It's evident in them eyes, where he hiding all them icicles at Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work "Golf" is stitched into my shirt Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche Psyche, psyche Can I get that, oh... let me get that beat in my headphones, louder Uh... time lapse, bars rotten, heart's bottomless pit Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did We were the pottymouth posse, crash the party and dip With all belongings then toss em out to the audience Nothing was fucking awesome Trying to make it from the bottom His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs With Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article Tolerance for boundaries, I know you happy now Craven and these Complex fuck niggas done track me down Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I like attention" Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my expense Supposed to be grateful, right? Like, "Thanks so much," you made my life harder And the ties between my mom and I are strained and tightened Even more than they were before all of this shit Been back a week and I already feel like calling it quits Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work "Golf" is stitched into my shirt Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche Psyche, psyche Can I get that, oh... let me get that beat in my headphones, louder

Stay

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Rihanna

{"Mikky Ekko"}

All along it was a fever A cold sweat, hot-headed believer I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something" He said, "If you dare, come a little closer" Round and around and around and around we go Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you And it takes me all the way I want you to stay It's not much of a life you're living It's not just something you take, it's given Round and around and around and around we go Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you And it takes me all the way And I want you to stay Ooh, the reason I hold on Ooh, 'cause I need this hole gone Funny you're the broken one But I'm the only one who needed saving 'Cause when you never see the light It's hard to know which one of us is caving Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you And it takes me all the way I want you to stay Stay I want you to stay Ooh

Ali Bomaye

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The Game

{"Rick Ross","2 Chainz"}

Get my people out them chains, nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin', bruh? 'Cause I'm a black man in a Phantom Or is it 'cause my windows tinted? Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it (2 Chainz!) You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break Well, I'ma fuck her till the springs break Yeah, roll another one 'cause I'm winnin' In my four-door, lookin' real photogenic Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired Money gettin' long, pussy rate keep risin' Versace outfit cost me 3,000 From the P houses, did it from the wee hours Sellin' that chicken; no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour First you get the power, then you get respect I'm gettin' so much money I can buy your bitch Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it I like clubs where all the women workin' naked Fell in love with a waitress-what the fuck I'm thinkin'? Bought that ho a ring, it was for her pinky Uhn, that's pimpin', that's slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent Fuck y'all mad at me for? Got a black card and a black Phantom With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! I'm 'bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it? Her bag got two C's on it? My daughter's stroller got D's on it? Free Big Meech, free Boosie and C-Murder Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders And my AR see murders, that's beef, nigga; no burgers I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners Got coke swimmin' in that glass jar, bitch, go turn on them burners! Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail You a bitch nigga; no female, I smack niggas; Sprewell I'm on the block like D12, I got the white; no D-12 Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born totin' that K And that's real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye But they yellin'... Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle-fuck it, let 'em spray! I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran; I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above navel Now you swimmin' in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Hoes settlin' for less, I call 'em bottom shelf Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothin' at all On the road to the riches, bitches not taggin' along Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashin' the chrome I'm wavin' the TEC, Tity sprayin' the MAC Extendos in the back, gonna lap I got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sittin' in my lap Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LAX Speakin' skateboards, where Tune at? Fuck with him I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back, 2 Chainz! Skateboard on a nigga track No lie, "No Lie" already got a plaque Mama got a house, daughter got accounts Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out This the voice of ghetto intelligence. If you got work Go to work, don't work at your residence ...For presidents Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent Ridin' through the jungles in that mothafuckin' elephant That's a gray Ghost, with the ears on it Swimmin' through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!) You know I got that work on the foreman grill Weigh the mothafuckas in, made another mil Got a nigga feelin' like Cassius Clay Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it, whip his ass today Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle-fuck it, let 'em spray! Ay, nigga guess what I just picked up? Nigga, talk to yo nigga Ay, my fuckin' Jesus piece! (Woo) Ay, ay, ay nigga, nigga look at ya boy! Look at ya boy! Ay nigga look, look real quick, real quick, look at Jesus eyes doe Nigga they got diamonds in it! Nigga iced out! Nigga iced out Jesus face on these bitches nigga Ay don't ever question my religion i just put 50 stacks on Jesus face out here nigga. You see it, ay ay ay real quick, real quick, look at his headband (Ooh) Nigga, Nigga look it! Look at ya boy nigga Ay nigga I put the fuckin' rubies around a nigga fuckin' joint nigga Yo chill here come Kanye, shut up don't Let me turn my piece around

A Thousand Years

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Christina Perri

{}

Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I'm Afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt Suddenly goes away somehow One step closer I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything Take away What's standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this One step closer I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more One step closer One step closer I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

Long Live A$AP

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A$AP Rocky

{"A\\$AP Rocky"}

I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction Trigger finger itching, fuck parental supervision This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi I ain't kidding, hide your kittens, hit your childrens with that Smith and A bunch of ignant little niglets, hardheaded, never listen Purp-purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis A bunch of hypocritic Christians (Uh) The land of no religion (Uh) My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition For my Benjis and my Bentley And them bitches now I gets-gets On the road to riches, a diamond ring, designer jeans Choking on that biscuit 'til I'm no longer existing I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me Who said you can't live forever lied Of course, I'm living forever I'll forever, I'll live long You can't ever deny my force I'm living forever I'll forever, I'll live Riding through your city like that motherfucker mine Or toting on that semi, rob a motherfucker blind License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989 But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind? Niggas talking down Never talk to cops Make him talk to God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back Better guide your track, better not look back Now stay in line, don't step on cracks So you break her back, I'm talking 'bout your mom (Uh) Cause there's killers in my town (Uh) Making hits, sniffing lines (Yeah) Out committing crimes (Yeah) Wait for shit to simmer down (Uh) Corrupted little minds (Yeah) 8 and 9, finna shine (Yeah) On the grind Do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya (Uh) Where they shoot without a purpose Services 'n hearses Kids who ain't deserve it Can't survive a thing, you're worthless Strangers make me nervous Who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains? Who said you can't live forever lied Of course, I'm living forever I'll forever, I'll live long You can't ever deny my force I'm living forever I'll forever, I'll live Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit And that bitch know we poppin' so she poppin' on this dick Nigga, RIP to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six Who said you can't live forever lied Of course, I'm living forever I'll forever, I'll live long You can't ever deny my force I'm living forever I'll forever, I'll live

All Too Well

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Taylor Swift

{}

I walked through the door with you, the air was cold But something 'bout it felt like home somehow And I left my scarf there at your sister's house And you've still got it in your drawer, even now Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place And I can picture it after all these days And I know it's long gone and That magic's not here no more And I might be okay, but I'm not fine at all Oh, oh, oh 'Cause there we are again on that little town street You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me Wind in my hair, I was there I remember it all too well Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team You taught me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me And I know it's long gone and There was nothing else I could do And I forget about you long enough To forget why I needed to 'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light Down the stairs, I was there I remember it all too well, yeah Well maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'Til you tore it all up Running scared, I was there I remember it all too well And you call me up again Just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here 'Cause I remember it all, all, all Too well Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone But you keep my old scarf from that very first week 'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me You can't get rid of it 'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah 'Cause there we are again when I loved you so Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known It was rare, I was there I remember it all too well Wind in my hair, you were there You remember it all Down the stairs, you were there You remember it all It was rare, I was there I remember it all too well

My Way

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Frank Sinatra

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And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way

Zombie

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The Cranberries

{}

Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence caused such silence Who are we mistaken? But you see, it's not me, it's not my family In your head, in your head, they are fightin' With their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns In your head, in your head, they are cryin' In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh Du, du, du, du Du, du, du, du Du, du, du, du Du, du, du, du Another mother's breakin' Heart is takin' over When the violence causes silence We must be mistaken It's the same old theme, since 1916 In your head, in your head, they're still fightin' With their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns In your head, in your head, they are dyin' In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head? Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, eh-eh-oh, ra-ra

Memories Back Then

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T.I.

{B.o.B,"Kendrick Lamar","Kris Stephens"}

Ayy, in my apartment a long time ago I knew a bad bitch, but she was kinda slow Still gave it up when it's a few of us She let me finger-fuck her on the school bus We used to cut school with her and run train She wanted to hang with us, we wanted one thang Just penetratin' that throat, dawg She choked on it like smoke, dawg But whenever I fucked up my re-up In a dice game I go see her She'll give me enough to buy a quarter ounce And then blow a blunt of that reefer She used to buy a nigga new sneakers Pay the bill on my beeper Just so she can page to put a "69" And I know it time to go freak her Then one day I just asked her "Why you always give your ass up? I mean, damn, these hoes get paid All you do is get laid-this shit don't add up." She said, "Tip, all I wanna do is feel love Even if I know it ain't real love Even if I know a nigga only finna hit it And then never call back, I still fuck." And that's fucked up, but she so trill I need somethin', she go steal When the trap hot and police ride Nigga, guess where we go chill? For 'bout four years she held dope And my four pounds 'til it go down I remember shawty, she stayed down I won't say her name 'cause she married now When the lights go out And I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had All of the things I did back then She would always turn heads when she'd fall through She would always make moves how a boss do And she never gave any nigga time of day But she the chick all the niggas tried to talk to But when it came to me, she had a thing for me When we kicked it she roll up the weed for me And we'd both cut class post up in the cut steady Watchin' just to see if the police comin' We got close over time, her and I Right around the time that I first got signed Come to think about it I was 'bout 17 I ain't even have a license, couldn't even drive I was goin' back and forth with each flight Another show after show, each night She became so suspicious of these other bitches She'd go through my phone and we'd fight Talk about torn between the two Wasn't really much more that we could do Wasn't really much space for us But she stayed down with every tour she seen me do But I guess one night I had a few Huh, one night I had a few Yeah, this little chick that caught my eye I told her: "Hurry up, meet me at the room!" And no, I didn't have a contraceptive What my common sense neglected And two months later, next thing I know I got a text that said "I'm pregnant" And you can almost bet she kept it And that's the reason why you left me On top of all that, it wasn't even mine I went and got paternity tested-damn! When the lights go out And I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had All of the things I did back then Wait, hol' up, is that you? With them big ol' thighs after school? Jay 305 had gave me high five When I said I'm in hot pursuit You said, "I won't ride until Kendrick drive A new Monte Carlo that cruise" And that shot my pride, I tried to improv But no freestyle I never do You lookin' for the nigga with the tallest 'fetti You overlookin' every nigga that ain't quite ready To make it rain on you like I'm about to break a levee Hol' up, that pussy petty Yeah, your nails did, your hair did Your cell phone is selfish It only got numbers that come with a Hummer Her new prima donna I smelt it Tried to make you mine, ho! Tried to make some time, ho! But I ain't got the time or the patience To stop and wait in line, ho! Her dreams holds Versace She fall for Armani Only deal with rich niggas-fuck you and Mick Romney! I'm grown now, I'm on my own now I'm po-o-o-oppin' Change my phone now when I get home now I got o-o-o-options Fast forward, wait, is that you? With them big ol' thighs after school? And your three kids and three baby daddies Same car note that's overdue? I know When the lights go out And I'm in my bed I think of all the madness in my head All of the things that I did back then When I'm in my bed I think of all the memories I've had All of the things I did back then

1Train

rap

A$AP Rocky

{Yelawolf,"Big K.R.I.T.","Kendrick Lamar","Danny Brown","Action Bronson","A\\$AP Rocky","Joey Bada\\$\\$"}

Uh, feelin' like a vigilante or a missionary Tell my A$AP killers, get they pistols ready Send 'em to the cemetery with obituaries Don't be scared, nigga, is you ready? I've been thinkin' 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?) X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?) Ever since this new star fame came about Or ever since me and Drizzy started hangin' out, huh Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang Transition to a Lamborghini from a Mustang Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling (I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1 Train Bag made of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar- Dee, probably sellin' D in your local courtyard Braids like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard Down to my inlaws, they outlaws with no laws We outlawed, then I bogart, any pros that got 'proached at With a toe-tag, get broke off in the projects with a skateboard I roll past and I blaze y'all like, "Doo, doo," I hate y'all When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm, mmm!" Let's play ball in a ballpark with all sharks and a blindfold I rhyme cold, my K hot, your 9 cold, that bark like K9s on That banana clip, straight from the rip I'll make that shirt say R.I.P., I'm on some shit If I'm not the hottest then Hell must have froze over You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was I carry traits of a traumatized soldier Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya Spine right out of place, give me dap like you 'posed to Darts at your posters, dark nights like this I metamorph like I'm 'posed to, I might slice my wrist Or pretend like a vulture and drop off this cliff Barely even conscious, talkin' to my conscience Gettin' deeper in these flows like conches I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop prisons Don't sell rocks, seen the spectrum through the prisms Somehow bypassed the bias and the -isms The violence and the killin', so given They seen my pigment and thought that was the ign'ance Unfortunately, I am not that type of niglet But pass the pot, let me skillet Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock with Jigga And I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' to the Roc But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks And I swear it hurt me soul I try to prevail but when I preach I only hurt their sales Like you're only gon' end up either dead or in jail But you my nigga, wish you the best for real When you mention my name amongst other white rappers Or for that matter any fuckin' rapper, fuck it Painter, skater, musician, trailer park, dirt-ditch-diggin' Burger-flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in Trouble to body-double or couple me to these others 'Cause comparatively speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble That they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's I huddle with Nubians, new beginnin' again You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's goin' gold And so? Great! Do I give a flying duck If I'm applyin' love to my rhymin' plus alignin' us? Alabama's climbin' up-wait! No, I don't give a Flying duck nothin' but a buckshot; ch-pow! Motherfuck your life, pussy blood-clot Ain't never been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show-Yelawolf Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and panties And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries Antsy 'cause I'm high like Michael Jackson, penny loafers Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with shades on Bitch pussy smell like a penguin Wouldn't hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis Bitch, when I say this, I mean this Ho, I'm the meanest Dick so big, it's like from Earth to Venus That molly got me nauseous, aw, shit, no off switch Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock" shit That is my synopsis, ostrich's posh shit Hoes on some goth shit, stop it! You not this! Novice, regardless, heartless and awkward Cryin' tears of vodka, prima donna at the concert Adonis smokin' chronic, 'bout to vomit gin and tonic Just bein' honest, tell me, isn't that ironic? Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860 A heavy smoker, so you know I brought the Blake with me The moon's reflection off the lake hit me You should have stayed with me Now many Asian bitches lay with me The face is silky like a tablecloth My shorty gallop in the mornin' on the beach like a Chilean horse Red roses dropped from boxes very often Confetti torchin', drinkin' Henny like I'm Kenny Lofton Outstandin', I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Gramblin' You see us scramblin', sellin' Susan Sarandon The cloud of smoke like the phantom Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh You see me comin' through in each state Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase The gavel slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham Big K.R.I.T., shawty Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'lac with flats After that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?" Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch? All I had was rap, when all they had was wack All I wanted was love and all they had was dap Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm, slap a bitch Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxin' if you want a hit Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here Been a killer, '86er nigga, that's my born year Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country ways Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me? Most rappers hopin' the world end so they won't have to drop another album B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't you? In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too (That wasn't no sample, nigga!) Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past Fuck your Louis flag, poppin' benji tags on your wifey's ass (on your wifey's ass) That's out of line, but in livin' color? I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers: a true artist

Wild for the Night

rap

A$AP Rocky

{"A\\$AP Rocky",Skrillex,"Birdy Nam Nam"}

Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up Riding in that Testa...rossa, nigga catch up Sipping on that syrup, till I'm messed up, like yes sir So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers We walk around with lasers, you prolly own some tasers Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us Got different hoes, I'm pimpin' hoes, you could tell by my paystubs My niggas gettin' right, smokin' weed with dirty Sprite I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin' Finna wild out for the weekend, me, myself, and I - my three friends Nigga feeling froggy, then leap in, A$AP niggas finna sneak in Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex You know we finna kill it, A$AP we the trillest You don't really want that Glock boy You don't really wanna feel them shots boy You a b-boy, I'm a block boy, I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy Six shots got me feelin' like 'Pac, boy, party all night, shit don't stop, boy Drunk as fuck, and I'm ready to fight Wilding for the night, fuck being polite, boy Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin' Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin' Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin' Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin' It's the weekend and I'm creeping with my niggas Drunk and disrespectful, callin' women bitches I don't mean no harm but won't you and your friends-es Meet us in the cut and we can do the business God my witness that I only wanna kick it And your girl just said they with us So we rolling in them Benzes Won't you pour it up and stop the babysitting She got drunk as fuck and swallowed all my kids-es Back to the Mac, tats on her back Ass so fat, hit that from the back When it clap from the back, she clappin' it back She flat on her back and it's back to the trap Fuck your pack, A$AP where it's at Fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat Fuck your dreams, leave a punk nigga dreamin' Then you sleep, and you won't come back from the nap Benjamin Three-Stack, it's a fact, she lives in my lap On my Ou-Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my sack And you know them smokin' bitches rolling reefer got me open Wildin' to the morning with my homies, tell 'em where we goin' Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin' Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin' Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin' Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'

Fashion Killa

rap

A$AP Rocky

{"A\\$AP Rocky"}

Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga Uh, I said Rocking (Uh), rolling (Uh) Swagging to the max (Woo) My bitch a fashion killer, she be busy poppin' tags (Alright) She got a lot of Prada (Uh) That Dolce and Gabbana (Uh) I can't forget Escada (Uh) And that Balenciaga (Yeah) I'm sippin' purple syrup (Yeah) Come be my Aunt Jemima (Right) And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana (Right) Her attitude Rihanna (Uh) She get it from her mama (Yeah) She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana (Woo) 'Cause everything designer (Yeah) Her jeans is Helmut Lang (Uh) Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna Karan (Yeah) Wearin' all the Cartier frames Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said I see your Jil Sanders (Uh) Oliver Peoples (Yeah) Costume National, your Ann Demeulemeester (Alright) See Visvim be the sneaker (Uh) Lanvin or Balmain (Uh) Goyard by the trunk (Uh) Her Isabel Marant (Alright) I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior (Uh) Your Damir Doma (Uh) Vena Cava from the store (Uh) I crush down with that top down (Yeah) Bossy see how I ride 'round (Yeah) Mami in that Tom Ford Papi in that Thom Browne (Uh) Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy, she got it by the stock (Uh) She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop (Uh) And Versace, got a lot (Uh) But she may never wear it But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents and... Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said her pistol go Scoop back tees (Uh) Breeze in coupe (Uh) Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together (Yeah, alright) Bags and links (Uh) Jeans and shoes (Yeah) Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together Baby, you and me (Uh) Me and you (Yeah) Go away together, we could get away forever (Yeah) All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turn the light out I met my baby expressed my passion on my fashion night out Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) Her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) I said her pistol go... (Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop) 'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga I said her pistol go

Bad

rap

Wale

{"Tiara Thomas"}

Monogamy or whatever you call it I'm startin' to think it ain't for er'ybody Most of us is rushin' into it anyways You know what I'm sayin'? You ain't rushin' for love, and I ain't up here to judge Let's neglect the what if's And make it do what it does, let's get it Is it bad that I never made love? No, I never did it But I sure know how to fuck I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to ya I can't promise that I'll be good to ya 'Cause I had some issues I won't commit, no, not havin' it But at least I can admit That I'll be bad, no, to you (to you) Yeah, I'll be good in bed But I'll be bad to you Bad that I never made love No, I never did it But I sure know how to fuck (Let's get it!) Bad girls ain't no good, and the good girls ain't no fun And the hood girls want a smart nigga College girls all want a thug So it seems that we fiend what we don't need Got a thing for a queen who know when to leave I ain't 'bout to judge you, don't judge me You ain't gotta really sing about your rap sheet 'Cause I heard you (bad, nooo) In the literal sense I mean that Rough sex, sayin' I love ya But to kiss them is sayin' you mean that (bad, nooo) I know, I just be callin' her mean-ass Oh the irony, got the bomb indeed But the problem is probably a deep past Still I'm feelin' of somethin' I need bad Thinkin' if I get her, I get her to need this I don't need emotions to open your deep sea I conceive an ocean by goin' between legs Beg? Nope-bed, floor, dope; go for it, couch now Slow motion around, put it down Lord knows she was gone 'fore the morn', hold up Is it bad that I never made love? No, I never did it But I sure know how to fuck I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to ya I can't promise that I'll be good to ya 'Cause I had some issues I won't commit, no, not havin' it But at least I can admit That I'll be bad, no, to you (to you) Yeah, I'll be good in bed But I'll be bad to you (Yeah, let me tell you 'bout her, look!) She hurt feelings, she break hearts She stay quiet, she play smart She take pride in goin' out And gettin' hollered at and sayin' nah She no saint, but she don't pose She don't wear make-up by the boatload Ridin' through lake shore with the nose up She don't really date much, but it slows her up She got haters, but we all do Heard you're winter-time cold, shawty, fall through Baby, look at they approach, how they court you All those minds games, nevermind, 'cause they all lose (Bad, nooo) In the physical sense I mean that I ain't tryna kiss up, suck up, feed gas I ain't like them nigga you suckin' your teeth at, nope Play big, trust me I'll humble yo' mean-ass Look, shawty is actually in prevent 'Cause the one in front of her is workin' with deep threat Yep-bed, floor, couch, more More, shower, Lord, perm, done Love? Nah, called in the morn' Cell number wasn't on, goddamn! Is it bad that I never made love? No, I never did it But I sure know how to fuck I'll be your bad girl, I'll prove it to ya I can't promise that I'll be good to ya 'Cause I had some issues I won't commit, no, not havin' it But at least I can admit That I'll be bad, no, to you (to you) Yeah, I'll be good in bed But I'll be bad to you Bad that I never made love No, I never did it But I sure know how to fuck

I Want It That Way

pop

Backstreet Boys

{}

Yeah-eh-eh You are my fire The one desire Believe when I say I want it that way But we are two worlds apart Can't reach to your heart When you say That I want it that way Tell me why Ain't nothing but a heartache Tell me why Ain't nothing but a mistake Tell me why I never wanna hear you say I want it that way Am I your fire? Your one desire Yes, I know it's too late But I want it that way Tell me why Ain't nothing but a heartache Tell me why Ain't nothing but a mistake Tell me why I never wanna hear you say I want it that way Now I can see that we're falling apart From the way that it used to be, yeah No matter the distance I want you to know That deep down inside of me You are my fire The one desire You are (You are, you are, you are) Don't wanna hear you say Ain't nothin' but a heartache Ain't nothin' but a mistake (Don't wanna hear you say) I never wanna hear you say (Oh, yeah) I want it that way Tell me why Ain't nothing but a heartache Tell me why Ain't nothing but a mistake Tell me why I never wanna hear you say (Don't wanna hear you say) I want it that way Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why I never wanna hear you say (Never wanna hear you say, yeah) I want it that way 'Cause I want it that way

Love Me

rap

Lil Wayne

{Drake,Future}

I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Mike WiLL Made-It) I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) I don't know what I would do without y'all I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) Yeah, long as my bitches love me (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga Long as these bitches love me Uh, pussy-ass nigga, stop hatin' Lil Tunechi got that fire And these hoes love me like Satan, man Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied And all she eat is dick She's on a strict diet, that's my baby With no makeup, she a ten And she the best with that head Even better than Karrine She don't want money She want the time that we could spend She said, "'Cause I really need somebody So tell me you're that somebody" Girl, I fuck who I want, and fuck who I don't Got that A1 credit, that's that filet mignon She said, "I never want to make you mad I just want to make you proud" I said, "Baby, just make me cum Then don't make a sound" Slick Tunechi I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah) I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) I don't know what I would do without y'all I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga Long as these bitches love me Uh, real nigga, fuck these haters These hoes got pussies like craters Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man Pussy, money, weed, codeine She said my dick feel like morphine I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas She wake up, eat this dick Call that breakfast in bed, 69, 96 I feel her heartbeat, I chest-to-chest with this bitch Now turn around, face down; I'm arrestin' this bitch Yeah, all my bitches love me, and I love all my bitches But it's like as soon as I cum, I come to my senses And I would say these hoes' names But then I would be snitchin' And these haters try to knock me But they can't knock me off the hinges Lil Tunechi I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah) I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all) I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) (I'ma ball) Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin' I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin' Bitch I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Tunech) I got some down bitches I can call (What's hatnin'?) I don't know what I would do without y'all (I don't know what I would do without y'all) I'ma ball 'til the day I fall (I'ma ball, ball, ball) (I'ma ball) Yeah, long as my bitches love me (My bitches love) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater Long as my bitches love me (My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me) (Yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah; yeah, yeah) Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga (Yeah) Long as these bitches love me

Africa

rock

Toto

{}

I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation She's coming in, 12:30 flight Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation I stopped an old man along the way Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies He turned to me as if to say "Hurry, boy, it's waiting there for you" It's gonna take the lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had The wild dogs cry out in the night As they grow restless longing for some solitary company I know that I must do what's right As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti I seek to cure what's deep inside Frightened of this thing that I've become It's gonna take the lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had Hurry, boy, she's waiting there for you It's gonna take the lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

Dont Look Back in Anger

rock

Oasis

{}

Slip inside the eye of your mind Don't you know you might find A better place to play? You said that you'd never been But all the things that you've seen Slowly fade away So I start a revolution from my bed 'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head Step outside, summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off your face You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out And so, Sally can wait She knows it's too late as we're walking on by Her soul slides away But don't look back in anger, I heard you say Take me to the place where you go Where nobody knows if it's night or day Please don't put your life in the hands Of a rock 'n' roll band Who'll throw it all away I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed 'Cause you said the brains I had went to my head Step outside, 'cause summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off your face 'Cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out And so, Sally can wait She knows it's too late as she's walking on by My soul slides away But don't look back in anger, I heard you say So, Sally can wait She knows it's too late as we're walking on by Her soul slides away But don't look back in anger, I heard you say So, Sally can wait She knows it's too late as she's walking on by My soul slides away But don't look back in anger, don't look back in anger I heard you say At least not today

Rich As Fuck

rap

Lil Wayne

{"2 Chainz"}

Ugh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible But I swear, with these fifty shots, I'll shoot it out with Five-O Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight Watchers, no lipo Money talks, bullshit walks on a motherfucking tightrope And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold Nigga, you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll These hoes want that hose-pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe She get on that dick and stay on, all night, like porch lights Let's do it, fuck talking, we out here, we ballin' And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40 We fucked up, we Truk'd up; no if, ands, or butt-fucks Bitch niggas go behind your back like nunchucks, and that's fucked up But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever These bitches think they're too fly, well, tell them hoes I pluck feathers I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci She blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz Look at you (Aw), now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) All my niggas live rich as fuck (Yeah) All-All my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) Look at you (Look at you), now look at us (Now look at us) All my niggas look rich as fuck (Bitch) All my-All my niggas live rich as fuck (You hoe-ass bi-) All my-All-All my ni- Ugh, never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin I turned a penny to a motherfuckin Janet Jackson Tell the bitches that be hatin' I ain't got no worries I just want to hit and run like I ain't got insurance, ho What's your name? What's your sign? Zodiac Killer All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter Yeah, murder, one-eighty-seven I be killing them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams Got a white girl with big titties, flat-ass, TV screen I keep a bad bitch, call me "The B.B. King" And you know I got that mouth out her Then put that bitch out like a house fire I'm killing these hoes like Michael Myers I eat that cat just like a lion And I can't trust none of these niggas Can't trust none of these hoes And I see your girl when I want I got that ho TiVo'd, ugh Got a red-ass bitch with a red-ass pussy Nigga try me, that's a dead-ass pussy Since y'all motherfuckers so blind to the fact To tell you the truth, I don't care who's lookin' All I know is I love my bitch And pussy feel just like Heaven on Earth Six feet deep, dick shovelin' the dirt RIP: Rest In Pussy Light that shit, then pass that shit, we gon' get so smoked out And then I went, got locked up; every night, I dreamt I broke out One time for them pussy niggas-that's that shit I don't like We eatin' over here, nigga-fuck around and have a food fight And that's 2 Chainz Look at you (Uh), now look at us (Yeah) All my niggas look rich as fuck (What?) All my niggas live rich as fuck (What?) All-all my niggas look rich as fuck (Yeah) Look at you, now look at us (Get the fuck out y'all bitches, straight up) All my niggas look rich as fuck (Any bitch who don't wanna give me no pussy) All my-all my niggas live rich as fuck (Fuck you in your asshole, bitch) All my-all-all my niggas look rich as fuck And your nigga a hoe

Nothing Else Matters

rock

Metallica

{}

So close, no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you Everyday, for us, something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know So close, no matter how far It couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know But I know I never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words I don't just say And nothing else matters Trust I seek and I find in you Everyday, for us, something new Open mind for a different view And nothing else matters Never cared for what they say Never cared for games they play Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know And I know, yeah-yeah! So close, no matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are No, nothing else matters

Creep

rock

Radiohead

{}

When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here Oh, oh She's running out the door She's running out She run, run, run, run Run Whatever makes you happy Whatever you want You're so fuckin' special I wish I was special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here I don't belong here

Sweater Weather

rock

The Neighbourhood

{}

And all I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach but I stand In California with my toes in the sand Use the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity's centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, oh She knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides a mind To move to a place so far away The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face Put my finger on your tongue 'Cause you love the taste, yeah These hearts adore Everyone the other beats hardest for Inside this place is warm Outside it starts to pour Comin' down One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about No, no, no 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah, woah 'Cause it's too cold for you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater 'Cause it's too cold for you here Now, let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater And it's too cold, it's too cold The holes of my sweater

Demons

rock

Imagine Dragons

{}

When the days are cold and the cards all fold And the saints we see are all made of gold When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail Are the worst of all, and the blood's run stale I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed This is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come When you feel my heat, look into my eyes It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide Don't get too close; it's dark inside It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide At the curtain's call it's the last of all When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl So they dug your grave and the masquerade Will come calling out at the mess you've made Don't wanna let you down, but I am hell-bound Though this is all for you, don't wanna hide the truth No matter what we breed, we still are made of greed This is my kingdom come, this is my kingdom come When you feel my heat, look into my eyes It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide Don't get too close; it's dark inside It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go Your eyes, they shine so bright, I wanna save that light I can't escape this now, unless you show me how When you feel my heat, look into my eyes It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide Don't get too close; it's dark inside It's where my demons hide, it's where my demons hide

Suit Tie

pop

Justin Timberlake

{JAY-Z}

Ooh-oh I be on my suit and tie, shit tied, shit tied I be on my suit and tie, shit tied, shit Can I show you a few things? A few things, a few things, little baby 'Cause I be on my suit and tie, shit tied, shit I be on my suit and tie, shit tied, shit Let me show you a few things Let me show you a few things Wait a minute You ready, JT? I can't wait 'til I get you on the floor, good-lookin' Going hot, so hot, just like an oven And ow! Burned myself, but just had to touch it And it's so fine, and it's all mine Hey, baby, we don't mind all the watchin' (High) 'Cause if they study close, real close They might learn somethin' She ain't nothin' but a little doozy when she does it She's so fire tonight And as long as I've got my suit and tie I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight And you got fixed up to the nines Let me show you a few things (Show you a few things) All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in the air tonight Let me show you a few things (Show you a few things) Let me show you a few things Show you a few things about love Now we're in the swing of love Let me show you a few things Show you a few things Show you a few things about love, hey Stop, let me get a good look at it So thick, now I know why they call it a fatty And ow! Shit so sick got a hit and picked up a habit That's alright, 'cause you're all mine (You're all mine) Go on and show 'em who you call daddy I guess they're just mad 'Cause, girl, they wish they had it My killer, my Thriller, yeah, you're a classic And you're all mine, tonight And as long as I've got my suit and tie I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight And you got fixed up to the nines Let me show you a few things All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in the air tonight Let me show you a few things Let me show you a few things Show you a few things about love Now we're in the swing of love Let me show you a few things Show you a few things about love, hey Get out your seat, Hov! Uh! All black at the white shows White shoes at the black shows Green card for the Cuban links Y'all sit back and enjoy the light show Nothing exceeds like excess Stoute got gout from having the best of the best Is this what it's all about? I'm at the rest- -aurant with my rant disturbing the guests Years of distress, tears on the dress Try to hide her face with some makeup sex Uh! This is truffle season Tom Ford tuxedos for no reason All Saints for my angel, Alexander Wang too Ass-tight denim and some Dunks I'll show you how to do this young, uh! No papers, catch vapors Get high, out Vegas D'USSÉ's on doubles, ain't looking for trouble You just got good genes so a nigga tryna cuff you Tell your mother that I love her 'cause I love you Tell your father we go farther as a couple They ain't lose a daughter, got a son I show you how to do this, huh! Uh And as long as I've got my suit and tie I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight And you got fixed up to the nines Let me show you a few things (Show you a few things) All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in the air tonight Let me show you a few things (Show you a few things) Let me show you a few things (A few things) Show you a few things about love, love, love Let me show you a few things (A few things) Show you a few things about love, hey Oh!

Bugatti

rap

Ace Hood

{"Rick Ross",Future}

We the motherfuckin best, nigga Ace Hood Super, Future I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating (Turn up!) I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Okay, niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch 100K I spent that on my wrist 200 dollars, I spent that on your bitch Do me a model, put that on my list Oh there he go in that foreign again Killin the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow or choke Hit her and go home, I won't call her again Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin some shit with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You pussies can't hardly afford it 4,200 my mortgage Ballin on niggas like Kobe Fuck all you haters you bore me Only the real get a piece of the plate Reppin my city I'm runnin my state Give me a pistol then run with the K's Niggas want beef then I visit ya place (Bang!) I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating (Turn up!) I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Yeah, and I'm at it again There go that flow bringin tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent Niggas is sweet bring them cavities in Countin money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins Niggas is squares, coppin' a Benz Neck full of Gold Olympian shit Neimans, I'm blowing the check on they gear Fall on some pussy then hop on the Lear Strapped with them choppers back of the rear Sak pase' them killers is here Woke up early this morning, mind is tellin me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Millionaire nigga no rumor Livin my life off of tuna Wanted with me I deliver the beef Real niggas only enjoyin the feast Pull up a seat, bon appétit No Louboutins put that red on your sneaks (Bang!) I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating (Turn up!) I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Mastermind, nigga Photographs of dope boys, is all they taking Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin' Push a button on these broke boys, that's detonation Walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she livin' carefree That's why I hustle for half a key that's 12 G's I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-League Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet Left in a puddle, finger prints is on hundred mill And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill Yeah I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating (Turn up!) I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti

The Great Gatsby Chapter I

misc

F. Scott Fitzgerald

{}

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!" - Thomas Parke D'Invilliers. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. "Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." He didn't say any more, but we've always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought - frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction - Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament."- it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No - Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men. My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather's brother, who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War, and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on to-day. I never saw this great-uncle, but I'm supposed to look like him - with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in father's office I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm centre of the world, the Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe - so I decided to go East and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep school for me, and finally said, "Why - ye - es," with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year, and after various delays I came East, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two. The practical thing was to find rooms in the city, but it was a warm season, and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town, it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weather-beaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington, and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog - at least I had him for a few days until he ran away - and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove. It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than I, stopped me on the road. "How do you get to West Egg village?" he asked helplessly. I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood. And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I bought a dozen volumes on banking and credit and investment securities, and they stood on my shelf in red and gold like new money from the mint, promising to unfold the shining secrets that only Midas and Morgan and Maecenas knew. And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. I was rather literary in college - one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the "Yale News."- and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the "well-rounded man." This isn't just an epigram - life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all. It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York - and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land. Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay, jut out into the most domesticated body of salt water in the Western hemisphere, the great wet barnyard of Long Island Sound. They are not perfect ovals - like the egg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact end - but their physical resemblance must be a source of perpetual confusion to the gulls that fly overhead. To the wingless a more arresting phenomenon is their dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size. I lived at West Egg, the - well, the less fashionable of the two, though this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. My house was at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on my right was a colossal affair by any standard - it was a factual imitation of some Hotel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden. It was Gatsby's mansion. Or, rather, as I didn't know Mr. Gatsby, it was a mansion inhabited by a gentleman of that name. My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires - all for eighty dollars a month. Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable East Egg glittered along the water, and the history of the summer really begins on the evening I drove over there to have dinner with the Tom Buchanans. Daisy was my second cousin once removed, and I'd known Tom in college. And just after the war I spent two days with them in Chicago. Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven--a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savors of anti-climax. His family were enormously wealthy--even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach--but now he'd left Chicago and come east in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance he'd brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest. It was hard to realize that a man in my own generation was wealthy enough to do that. Why they came east I don't know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn't believe it--I had no sight into Daisy's heart but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking a little wistfully for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game. And so it happened that on a warm windy evening I drove over to East Egg to see two old friends whom I scarcely knew at all. Their house was even more elaborate than I expected, a cheerful red-and-white Georgian Colonial mansion, overlooking the bay. The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens - finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch. He had changed since his New Haven years. Now he was a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes had established dominance over his face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body - he seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage - a cruel body. His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, added to the impression of fractiousness he conveyed. There was a touch of paternal contempt in it, even toward people he liked - and there were men at New Haven who had hated his guts. "Now, don't think my opinion on these matters is final," he seemed to say, "just because I'm stronger and more of a man than you are." We were in the same senior society, and while we were never intimate I always had the impression that he approved of me and wanted me to like him with some harsh, defiant wistfulness of his own. We talked for a few minutes on the sunny porch. "I've got a nice place here," he said, his eyes flashing about restlessly. Turning me around by one arm, he moved a broad flat hand along the front vista, including in its sweep a sunken Italian garden, a half acre of deep, pungent roses, and a snub-nosed motor-boat that bumped the tide offshore. "It belonged to Demaine, the oil man." He turned me around again, politely and abruptly. "We'll go inside." We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon. They were both in white, and their dresses were rippling and fluttering as if they had just been blown back in after a short flight around the house. I must have stood for a few moments listening to the whip and snap of the curtains and the groan of a picture on the wall. There was a boom as Tom Buchanan shut the rear windows and the caught wind died out about the room, and the curtains and the rugs and the two young women ballooned slowly to the floor. The younger of the two was a stranger to me. She was extended full length at her end of the divan, completely motionless, and with her chin raised a little, as if she were balancing something on it which was quite likely to fall. If she saw me out of the corner of her eyes she gave no hint of it - indeed, I was almost surprised into murmuring an apology for having disturbed her by coming in. The other girl, Daisy, made an attempt to rise - she leaned slightly forward with a conscientious expression - then she laughed, an absurd, charming little laugh, and I laughed too and came forward into the room. "I'm p-paralyzed with happiness." She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see.That was a way she had. She hinted in a murmur that the surname of the balancing girl was Baker. (I've heard it said that Daisy's murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.) At any rate, Miss Baker's lips fluttered, she nodded at me almost imperceptibly, and then quickly tipped her head back again - the object she was balancing had obviously tottered a little and given her something of a fright. Again a sort of apology arose to my lips. Almost any exhibition of complete self-sufficiency draws a stunned tribute from me. I looked back at my cousin, who began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago for a day on my way East, and how a dozen people had sent their love through me. "Do they miss me?" she cried ecstatically. "The whole town is desolate. All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and there's a persistent wail all night along the north shore." "How gorgeous! Let's go back, Tom. To-morrow!" Then she added irrelevantly: "You ought to see the baby." "I'd like to." "She's asleep. She's three years old. Haven't you ever seen her?" "Never." "Well, you ought to see her. She's --" Tom Buchanan, who had been hovering restlessly about the room, stopped and rested his hand on my shoulder. "What you doing, Nick?" "I'm a bond man." "Who with?" I told him. "Never heard of them," he remarked decisively. This annoyed me. "You will," I answered shortly. "You will if you stay in the East." "Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry," he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. "I'd be a God damned fool to live anywhere else." At this point Miss Baker said: "Absolutely!" with such suddenness that I started - it was the first word she uttered since I came into the room. Evidently it surprised her as much as it did me, for she yawned and with a series of rapid, deft movements stood up into the room. "I'm stiff," she complained, "I've been lying on that sofa for as long as I can remember." "Don't look at me," Daisy retorted, "I've been trying to get you to New York all afternoon." "No, thanks," said Miss Baker to the four cocktails just in from the pantry, "I'm absolutely in training." Her host looked at her incredulously. "You are!" He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass. "How you ever get anything done is beyond me." I looked at Miss Baker, wondering what it was she "got done." I enjoyed looking at her. She was a slender, small-breasted girl, with an erect carriage, which she accentuated by throwing her body backward at the shoulders like a young cadet. Her gray sun-strained eyes looked back at me with polite reciprocal curiosity out of a wan, charming, discontented face. It occurred to me now that I had seen her, or a picture of her, somewhere before. "You live in West Egg," she remarked contemptuously. "I know somebody there." "I don't know a single --" "You must know Gatsby." "Gatsby?" demanded Daisy. "What Gatsby?" Before I could reply that he was my neighbor dinner was announced; wedging his tense arm imperatively under mine, Tom Buchanan compelled me from the room as though he were moving a checker to another square. Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips, the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch, open toward the sunset, where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind. "Why candles?" objected Daisy, frowning. She snapped them out with her fingers. "In two weeks it'll be the longest day in the year." She looked at us all radiantly. "Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it." "We ought to plan something," yawned Miss Baker, sitting down at the table as if she were getting into bed. "All right," said Daisy. "What'll we plan?" She turned to me helplessly: "What do people plan?" Before I could answer her eyes fastened with an awed expression on her little finger. "Look!" she complained; "I hurt it." We all looked - the knuckle was black and blue. "You did it, Tom," she said accusingly. "I know you didn't mean to, but you did do it. That's what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a --" "I hate that word hulking," objected Tom crossly, "even in kidding." "Hulking," insisted Daisy. Sometimes she and Miss Baker talked at once, unobtrusively and with a bantering inconsequence that was never quite chatter, that was as cool as their white dresses and their impersonal eyes in the absence of all desire. They were here, and they accepted Tom and me, making only a polite pleasant effort to entertain or to be entertained. They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening too would be over and casually put away. It was sharply different from the West, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase toward its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself. "You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy," I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. "Can't you talk about crops or something?" I meant nothing in particular by this remark, but it was taken up in an unexpected way. "Civilization's going to pieces," broke out Tom violently. "I've gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things. Have you read 'The Rise of the Colored Empires' by this man Goddard?" "Why, no," I answered, rather surprised by his tone. "Well, it's a fine book, and everybody ought to read it. The idea is if we don't look out the white race will be - will be utterly submerged. It's all scientific stuff; it's been proved." "Tom's getting very profound," said Daisy, with an expression of unthoughtful sadness. "He reads deep books with long words in them. What was that word we --" "Well, these books are all scientific," insisted Tom, glancing at her impatiently. "This fellow has worked out the whole thing. It's up to us, who are the dominant race, to watch out or these other races will have control of things." "We've got to beat them down," whispered Daisy, winking ferociously toward the fervent sun. "You ought to live in California -" began Miss Baker, but Tom interrupted her by shifting heavily in his chair. "This idea is that we're Nordics. I am, and you are, and you are, and --" After an infinitesimal hesitation he included Daisy with a slight nod, and she winked at me again. "- And we've produced all the things that go to make civilization - oh, science and art, and all that. Do you see?" There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more. When, almost immediately, the telephone rang inside and the butler left the porch Daisy seized upon the momentary interruption and leaned toward me. "I'll tell you a family secret," she whispered enthusiastically. "It's about the butler's nose. Do you want to hear about the butler's nose?" "That's why I came over to-night." "Well, he wasn't always a butler; he used to be the silver polisher for some people in New York that had a silver service for two hundred people. He had to polish it from morning till night, until finally it began to affect his nose --" "Things went from bad to worse," suggested Miss Baker. "Yes. Things went from bad to worse, until finally he had to give up his position." For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk. The butler came back and murmured something close to Tom's ear, whereupon Tom frowned, pushed back his chair, and without a word went inside. As if his absence quickened something within her, Daisy leaned forward again, her voice glowing and singing. "I love to see you at my table, Nick. You remind me of a - of a rose, an absolute rose. Doesn't he?" She turned to Miss Baker for confirmation: "An absolute rose?" This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was only extemporizing, but a stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words. Then suddenly she threw her napkin on the table and excused herself and went into the house. Miss Baker and I exchanged a short glance consciously devoid of meaning. I was about to speak when she sat up alertly and said "Sh!" in a warning voice. A subdued impassioned murmur was audible in the room beyond, and Miss Baker leaned forward unashamed, trying to hear. The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether. "This Mr. Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor --" I said. "Don't talk. I want to hear what happens." "Is something happening?" I inquired innocently. "You mean to say you don't know?" said Miss Baker, honestly surprised. "I thought everybody knew." "I don't." "Why --" she said hesitantly, "Tom's got some woman in New York." "Got some woman?" I repeated blankly. Miss Baker nodded. "She might have the decency not to telephone him at dinner time. Don't you think?" Almost before I had grasped her meaning there was the flutter of a dress and the crunch of leather boots, and Tom and Daisy were back at the table. "It couldn't be helped!" cried Daisy with tense gaiety. She sat down, glanced searchingly at Miss Baker and then at me, and continued: "I looked outdoors for a minute, and it's very romantic outdoors. There's a bird on the lawn that I think must be a nightingale come over on the Cunard or White Star Line. He's singing away --" Her voice sang: "It's romantic, isn't it, Tom?" "Very romantic," he said, and then miserably to me: "If it's light enough after dinner, I want to take you down to the stables." The telephone rang inside, startlingly, and as Daisy shook her head decisively at Tom the subject of the stables, in fact all subjects, vanished into air. Among the broken fragments of the last five minutes at table I remember the candles being lit again, pointlessly, and I was conscious of wanting to look squarely at every one, and yet to avoid all eyes. I couldn't guess what Daisy and Tom were thinking, but I doubt if even Miss Baker, who seemed to have mastered a certain hardy scepticism, was able utterly to put this fifth guest's shrill metallic urgency out of mind. To a certain temperament the situation might have seemed intriguing - my own instinct was to telephone immediately for the police. The horses, needless to say, were not mentioned again. Tom and Miss Baker, with several feet of twilight between them, strolled back into the library, as if to a vigil beside a perfectly tangible body, while, trying to look pleasantly interested and a little deaf, I followed Daisy around a chain of connecting verandas to the porch in front. In its deep gloom we sat down side by side on a wicker settee. Daisy took her face in her hands as if feeling its lovely shape, and her eyes moved gradually out into the velvet dusk. I saw that turbulent emotions possessed her, so I asked what I thought would be some sedative questions about her little girl. "We don't know each other very well, Nick," she said suddenly. "Even if we are cousins. You didn't come to my wedding." "I wasn't back from the war." "That's true." She hesitated. "Well, I've had a very bad time, Nick, and I'm pretty cynical about everything." Evidently she had reason to be. I waited but she didn't say any more, and after a moment I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter. "I suppose she talks, and - eats, and everything." "Oh, yes." She looked at me absently. "Listen, Nick; let me tell you what I said when she was born. Would you like to hear?" "Very much." "It'll show you how I've gotten to feel about - things. Well, she was less than an hour old and Tom was God knows where. I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. 'all right,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool." "You see I think everything's terrible anyhow," she went on in a convinced way. "Everybody thinks so - the most advanced people. And I know. I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything." Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom's, and she laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated - God, I'm sophisticated!" The instant her voice broke off, ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to exact a contributory emotion from me. I waited, and sure enough, in a moment she looked at me with an absolute smirk on her lovely face, as if she had asserted her membership in a rather distinguished secret society to which she and Tom belonged. Inside, the crimson room bloomed with light. Tom and Miss Baker sat at either end of the long couch and she read aloud to him from the Saturday Evening Post. - the words, murmurous and uninflected, running together in a soothing tune. The lamp-light, bright on his boots and dull on the autumn-leaf yellow of her hair, glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles in her arms. When we came in she held us silent for a moment with a lifted hand. "To be continued," she said, tossing the magazine on the table, "in our very next issue." Her body asserted itself with a restless movement of her knee, and she stood up. "Ten o'clock," she remarked, apparently finding the time on the ceiling. "Time for this good girl to go to bed." "Jordan's going to play in the tournament to-morrow," explained Daisy, "over at Westchester." "Oh - you're Jordan Baker." I knew now why her face was familiar - its pleasing contemptuous expression had looked out at me from many rotogravure pictures of the sporting life at Asheville and Hot Springs and Palm Beach. I had heard some story of her too, a critical, unpleasant story, but what it was I had forgotten long ago. "Good night," she said softly. "Wake me at eight, won't you." "If you'll get up." "I will. Good night, Mr. Carraway. See you anon." "Of course you will," confirmed Daisy. "In fact I think I'll arrange a marriage. Come over often, Nick, and I'll sort of - oh - fling you together. You know - lock you up accidentally in linen closets and push you out to sea in a boat, and all that sort of thing --" "Good night," called Miss Baker from the stairs. "I haven't heard a word." "She's a nice girl," said Tom after a moment. "They oughtn't to let her run around the country this way." "Who oughtn't to?" inquired Daisy coldly. "Her family." "Her family is one aunt about a thousand years old. Besides, Nick's going to look after her, aren't you, Nick? She's going to spend lots of week-ends out here this summer. I think the home influence will be very good for her." Daisy and Tom looked at each other for a moment in silence. "Is she from New York?" I asked quickly. "From Louisville. Our white girlhood was passed together there. Our beautiful white --" "Did you give Nick a little heart to heart talk on the veranda?" demanded Tom suddenly. "Did I?" She looked at me. "I can't seem to remember, but I think we talked about the Nordic race. Yes, I'm sure we did. It sort of crept up on us and first thing you know --" "Don't believe everything you hear, Nick," he advised me. I said lightly that I had heard nothing at all, and a few minutes later I got up to go home. They came to the door with me and stood side by side in a cheerful square of light. As I started my motor Daisy peremptorily called: "Wait!" "I forgot to ask you something, and it's important. We heard you were engaged to a girl out West." "That's right," corroborated Tom kindly. "We heard that you were engaged." "It's libel. I'm too poor." "But we heard it," insisted Daisy, surprising me by opening up again in a flower-like way. "We heard it from three people, so it must be true." Of course I knew what they were referring to, but I wasn't even vaguely engaged. The fact that gossip had published the banns was one of the reasons I had come East. You can't stop going with an old friend on account of rumors, and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriage. Their interest rather touched me and made them less remotely rich - nevertheless, I was confused and a little disgusted as I drove away. It seemed to me that the thing for Daisy to do was to rush out of the house, child in arms - but apparently there were no such intentions in her head. As for Tom, the fact that he "had some woman in New York." was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart. Already it was deep summer on roadhouse roofs and in front of wayside garages, where new red gas-pumps sat out in pools of light, and when I reached my estate at West Egg I ran the car under its shed and sat for a while on an abandoned grass roller in the yard. The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight, and turning my head to watch it, I saw that I was not alone - fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbor's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars. Something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet upon the lawn suggested that it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens. I decided to call to him. Miss Baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. But I didn't call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone - he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward - and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

Juice

rap

Chance the Rapper

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Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose I mean, I know I'm pretty cool My Nitty bag, my kitty boost I got the juice, I got the juice Chano, Chatham's own Foolies glad I'm home Even my haters kinda glad I'm on Rest In Peace to my Vagabond Rapper song, singer, suspended, subpoena For misdemeanors, dreamer Held back ass is lowkey still a senior And I still shake up BO Squad, praying for my BroBois City on the come up, shout that nigga Sosa! Shout my nigga Fat Trel, shout my nigga Joseph Playing Buenos Aires while they sleepin': buenas noches! Wonder if I wrote this, 'cause it's so crisp The most brokest cold stockbroker, winter solstice I could win an Oscar, Russian accent husky Acid addict, costly avid actor, Kevin Costner Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice! I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!) Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice! I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!) God give me one sentence more Maybe I just gotta get suspended more? Hashtag it, get mentions for it Make you love it, get it trending more And then act humble Hear some bull that some dude mumble Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you Knowin' bitch niggas wanna bring guns to the rumbles, IGH! But I love y'all souls, don't let the juice spill Pac! Blue pill pop 'til you feel good enough to pop The popped bitch in the blue heels, yop! That one, drown in the juice nigga Hunnid proof get found in a youth nigga Stop with all the tryna' introduce nigga Everybody know you dude, you the new nigga! How's it feel to be you? Yo no sé I ain't really been myself since Rod passed I ain't even really need that shop class I ain't really been weak since pop's smashed I'm a genius, a mothafuckin' pop smash Hit sensei, master Jack and Lindsey, Wiley, Kembe Been paid, 10 Day been they FAFSA Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice! I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!) Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice! I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!) Jugo, you never tasted paper Tripped, racing yaself tryna' chase the paper I just faced a Veg-er And you love being Kobe when you make the lay-er 'Til you realize everybody in the world fuckin' hates the Lakers And then everybody wanna sip 'Til the juice spill, everybody wanna bib And then everybody wanna dip Told you I ain't worried, I ain't scared of the booth All you can do is spit a verse of the truth Merge the mixture with the purest of fruits And the thirst is the worst, it's the curse of the juice! Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice! I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!) Juice! Juice! Juice! Juice! I got the juice, I got the juice (Yup!) Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose I mean, I know I'm pretty cool My Nitty bag, my kitty boost I got the juice, I got the juice (Juice, juice, juice, juice) Yup! (Juice, juice, juice, juice) Yup! Yup! Yup! Yup!

Started from the Bottom

rap

Drake

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Started... Zombie on the track Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team fuckin' here I done kept it real from the jump Livin' at my momma's house, we'd argue every month Nigga, I was tryna get it on my own Workin' all night, traffic on the way home And my uncle callin' me, like, "Where you at? I gave you the keys, told you bring it right back" Nigga, I just think it's funny how it goes Now I'm on the road, half a million for a show, and we- Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga Boys tell stories 'bout the man Say I never struggled, wasn't hungry, yeah, I doubt it Nigga, I could turn your boy into the man There ain't really much out here that's poppin' off without us Nigga, we just want the credit where it's due I'ma worry 'bout me, give a fuck about you Nigga, just as a reminder to myself I wear every single chain, even when I'm in the house 'Cause we- Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga No new niggas, nigga, we don't feel that Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? We don't like to do too much explainin' Story stayed the same, I never changed it No new niggas, nigga, we don't feel that Fuck a fake friend, where your real friends at? We don't like to do too much explainin' Story stayed the same through the money and the fame 'Cause we- Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin' here Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now my whole team here, nigga Started from the bottom, now we're here Started from the bottom, now the whole team here, nigga

Royals

pop

Lorde

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I've never seen a diamond in the flesh I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies And I'm not proud of my address In a torn-up town, no postcode envy But every song's like Gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair And we'll never be royals (Royals) It don't run in our blood That kind of luxe just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz Let me be your ruler (Ruler) You can call me queen bee And baby, I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule) Let me live that fantasy My friends and I, we've cracked the code We count our dollars on the train to the party And everyone who knows us knows That we're fine with this, we didn't come from money But every song's like Gold teeth, Grey Goose, trippin' in the bathroom Bloodstains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams But everybody's like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece Jet planes, islands, tiger's on a gold leash We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair And we'll never be royals (Royals) It don't run in our blood That kind of luxe just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz Let me be your ruler (Ruler) You can call me queen bee And baby, I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule) Let me live that fantasy (Oh, oh-oh) We're bigger than we ever dreamed And I'm in love with being queen (Oh, oh-oh) Life is great without a care We aren't caught up in your love affair And we'll never be royals (Royals) It don't run in our blood That kind of luxe just ain't for us We crave a different kind of buzz Let me be your ruler (Ruler) You can call me queen bee And baby, I'll rule (I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule) Let me live that fantasy

Mirrors

rb

Justin Timberlake

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Aren't you somethin' to admire? 'Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror And I can't help but notice You reflect in this heart of mine If you ever feel alone and The glare makes me hard to find Just know that I'm always Parallel on the other side 'Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go Just put your hand on the glass I'll be there to pull you through You just gotta be strong 'Cause I don't wanna lose you now I'm lookin' right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy Comin' back here to you once I figured it out You were right here all along It's like you're my mirror (Oh) My mirror staring back at me (Oh) I couldn't get any bigger (Oh) With anyone else beside me (Oh) And now it's clear as this promise That we're making Two reflections into one 'Cause it's like you're my mirror (Oh) My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me Aren't you somethin', an original? 'Cause it doesn't seem merely assembled And I can't help but stare, 'cause I see truth somewhere in your eyes I can't ever change without you You reflect me, I love that about you And if I could, I Would look at us all the time 'Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go Just put your hand on the past I'm here tryna pull you through You just gotta be strong 'Cause I don't wanna lose you now I'm lookin' right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy Comin' back here to you once I figured it out You were right here all along It's like you're my mirror (Oh) My mirror staring back at me (Oh) I couldn't get any bigger (Oh) With anyone else beside me (Oh) And now it's clear as this promise That we're making Two reflections into one 'Cause it's like you're my mirror (Oh) My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me Yesterday is history, oh Tomorrow's a mystery, oh I can see you lookin' back at me Keep your eyes on me Baby, keep your eyes on me 'Cause I don't wanna lose you now I'm lookin' right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now (You show me, baby) And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy Comin' back here to you once I figured it out You were right here all along It's like you're my mirror (Oh) My mirror staring back at me (Oh) I couldn't get any bigger (Oh) With anyone else beside me (Oh) And now it's clear as this promise That we're making Two reflections into one 'Cause it's like you're my mirror (Oh) My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me Ohh (Oh oh, oh oh) Ohh (Oh oh, oh oh) Ohh ohh (Oh oh, oh oh) Uhh (Oh oh, oh oh) Ohh (Oh oh, oh oh) You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life Now, you're the inspiration of this precious song And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on So now I say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone And I can't wait, wait, wait, wait, wait to get you home Just to let you know, you are You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life Girl, you're my reflection, all I see is you My reflection, in everything I do You're my reflection and all I see is you My reflection, in everything I do You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life You are, you are the love of my life

Work

rap

Iggy Azalea

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Walk a mile in these Louboutins But they don't wear these shits where I'm from I'm not hating, I'm just telling you I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt Sugar cane, back lanes Three jobs, took years to save But I got a ticket on that plane People got a lot to say But don't know shit about where I was made Or how many floors that I had to scrub Just to make it past where I am from No money, no family 16 in the middle of Miami No money, no family 16 in the middle of Miami No money, no family 16 in the middle of Miami 16 in the middle of Miami I've been up all night, tryna get that rich I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit Now get this work Now get this work Now get this work Now get this work Workin' on my shit You can hate it or love it Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting Thoroughbred in a mud brick before the budget White chick on that Pac shit My passion was ironic And my dreams were uncommon Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me Robbed blind, basically raped me Rose through the bullshit like a matador Just made me madder and adamant to go at 'em And even the score So, I went harder Studied the Carters till a deal was offered Slept cold on the floor recording At four in the morning And now I'm passin' the bar like a lawyer Immigrant, art ignorant Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit Hate to be inconsiderate But the industry took my innocence Too late, now I'm in this bitch! You don't know the half This shit get real Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins What you call that? Head over heels No money, no family 16 in the middle of Miami No money, no family 16 in the middle of Miami No money, no family 16 in the middle of Miami 16 in the middle of Miami I've been up all night, tryna get that rich I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live I've been work-work-work-work-workin' on my shit Now get this work Now get this work Now get this work Now get this work Workin' on my shit Pledge allegiance to the struggle Ain't been easy But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffle Bags is all we had Do anything for my Mama, I love you One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice That ya managed to muscle Sixteen, you sent me through customs so All aboard my spaceship to Mercury Turn first at the light that's in front me 'Cause every night I'ma do it like it's my last This dream is all that I need 'Cause it's all that I ever had Now get this work Now get this work Now get this work Now get this work Workin' on my shit Now get this work Now get this work Now get this work Now get this work Workin' on my shit

Power Trip

rap

J. Cole

{Miguel}

Got me up all night All I'm singin' is love songs She got me up all night Constant drinkin' and love songs She got me up all night Down-and-out with these love songs She got me up all night Drownin' out with these love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) All I'm singin' is love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) Constant drinkin' and love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) Down-and-out with these love songs She got me open all night (Uh-huh) Got me open all night, hey Okay, back when I was sleeping in my mama crib Or even back when I was up there in Mohammed crib Paying seventeen hundred for the rent, money well spent No heater, but a nigga made heat, may I vent? Had a thing for ya, even wrote the song "Dreams" for ya 'Cause I had dreams for ya, thoughts of a ring for ya Childish shit, you know child and shit Anonymous flowers sent, you know coward shit Now a nigga signed to Hov, took a power trip Back home, I'm grown now, and the city's my throne now, huh The same clubs that I used to get tossed out Life got Kriss Kross'd: totally crossed out 'Cause now I'm in this bitch and I'm totally bossed out Old chicks crying 'cause they know that they lost out But I'm still on you, I'm still on you My drink spill on me, while I feel on you, I'm sayin'- Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want me Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want ya And we are, we are, we are Got me up all night And we are, we are, we are All I'm singin' is love songs And we are, we are, we are Got me up all night And we are, we are, we are (She got me) And we are, we are, we are (She got me) Well, this has got to be the longest crush ever If I ever get to fuck it'd be the longest bust ever Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever and Fuck it, I'm on one, you feel me? She on a power trip, she got me where she want a nigga Wife'ing in the club, man, my homies gon' disown a nigga Like, "Give me twenty dollars, dollars!" Ass stupid, how you get to college, college? I'm in your city and I'm wonderin' if you're home now Went and found a man, but I'm hopin' you're alone now Can't help but feeling like I dropped the ball, cliché I used to pop up on you at the mall each day Now, typically I kick game like East Bay But you got a nigga freeze-framed yelling: "Please play!" For Pete's sake, homie, pull it together Just fuck her one time and be through with forever, but- Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want me Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want ya, yeah And we are, we are, we are Got me up all night And we are, we are, we are All I'm singin' is love songs And we are, we are, we are Got me up all night And we are, we are, we are (She got me) And we are, we are, we are (She got me) Got me up all night (All night) All I'm singin' is love songs She got me up all night (All night) Constant drinkin' and love songs She got me up all night (All night) Down-and-out with these love songs She got me up all night (All night) Drownin' out with these love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) All I'm singin' is love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) Constant drinkin' and love songs She got me up all night (Yeah) Down-and-out with these love songs She got me open all night (Uh-huh) Got me open all night, hey Back when I was sleeping in my mama crib *Space Bar Tap*

Blinded by the Light

rock

Manfred Mann's Earth Band

{"Manfred Mann\\'s Earth Band"}

Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Madman drummers bummers Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps His way into his hat With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin' The calliope crashed to the ground The calliope crashed to the ground! But she was blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Some silicone sister with a manager mister Told me I got what it takes She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong Play the song with the funky break" And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart To see if it was safe outside And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly And asked me if I needed a ride Asked me if I needed a ride! But she was blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light She got down but she never got tired She's gonna make it through the night She's gonna make it through the night But mama, that's where the fun is But mama, that's where the fun is Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun But mama, that's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone Preacher from the east Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone That's where they expect it least" And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner Watching the young girls dance And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone Reminding him of romance The calliope crashed to the ground But she was blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night Blinded by the light (Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer) Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (With a teenage diplomat) Blinded by the light (In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps) Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (His way into his hat) Blinded by the light (With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older) Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (I tripped the merry-go-round) Blinded by the light (With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin) Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (The calliope crashed to the ground) Blinded by the light (Now Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot) Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (And throws his lover in the sand) Blinded by the light (And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot) Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (Save the buckshot, turn up the band) Blinded by the light (Some silicone sister with a manager mister) Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night (Told me I got what it takes) Blinded by the light (She said, "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong") She got down, but she never got tired She's gonna make it through the night

Fly Me to the Moon

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Frank Sinatra

{"Count Basie"}

Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars And let me see what spring is like On a-Jupiter and Mars In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby, kiss me Fill my heart with song And let me sing forevermore You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, I love you Fill my heart with song Let me sing forevermore You are all I long for All I worship and adore In other words, please be true In other words, in other words I love you

Take On Me

pop

a-ha

{​a-ha}

We're talking away I don't know what I'm to say I'll say it anyway Today's another day to find you Shying away I'll be coming for your love, okay? Take on me (Take on me) Take me on (Take on me) I'll be gone In a day or two So needless to say I'm odds and ends But I'll be stumbling away Slowly learning that life is okay Say after me It's no better to be safe than sorry Take on me (Take on me) Take me on (Take on me) I'll be gone In a day or two All things that you say, yeah Is it life or just to play my worries away? You're all the things I've got to remember You're shying away I'll be coming for you anyway Take on me (Take on me) Take me on (Take on me) I'll be gone In a day Take on me (Take on me) Take me on (Take on me) I'll be gone In a day

Like a Stone

rock

Audioslave

{}

On a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness By a freeway, I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death, reading how we'll die alone And if we're good, we'll lay to rest anywhere we want to go In your house, I long to be Room by room, patiently I'll wait for you there like a stone I'll wait for you there alone And on my deathbed, I will pray to the gods and the angels Like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven To a place I recall, I was there so long ago The sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on In your house, I long to be Room by room, patiently I'll wait for you there like a stone I'll wait for you there alone, alone And on I read until the day was gone And I sat in regret of all the things I've done For all that I've blessed and all that I've wronged In dreams until my death, I will wander on In your house, I long to be Room by room, patiently I'll wait for you there like a stone I'll wait for you there alone, alone

U.O.E.N.O

rap

Rocko

{"Rick Ross",Future}

U.O.E.N.O it Po high-class niggas This shit sound crazy Fly shit on me You know what I'm sayin'? This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it My niggas all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it This a million dollar watch nigga, U.O.E.N.O it Got a million dollar crib nigga, U.O.E.N.O it Ay that monster truck, sit tall as fuck, it's so big can't even tow it Don't like snakes keep my grass cut, so low can't even mow it Sip Dom Peri', little high glow, no no we don't do Moet If it ain't P.J., no Rose from me hostess don't even pour it Specks on Tom Ford, button-down Michael Kors Always on like the refrigerator, I'm plugged in, ho, you know it A.P. and that Piguet, wear the Breitling when I'm bored Got a Masterpiece and a 41-millimeter, and you ain't even know it Keep the .45 in my pocket: ain't gon' show it 'til I have to pop it Then you gon know it, damn who shot you, they don't even know it Hawks game fuckin' floor it, TV seat front row it Rocko Da Don CEO it, ain't gotta rap and you know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it My niggas all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it This a million dollar watch nigga, U.O.E.N.O it Got a million dollar crib nigga, U.O.E.N.O it That nigga sold you that re-rock, you ain't even know it I'd die over these Reeboks, you ain't even know it Put molly all in her champagne, she ain't even know it I took her home and I enjoyed that, she ain't even know it Got a hundred acres I live on, you ain't even know it Got a hundred rounds in this AR, you ain't even know it Got a bag of bitches I play with, on cloud 9 in my spaceship Zoned out but he stay fresh from Zone 1 through Zone 6 Bricks all in my blood, birds all in my dreams Boats all in my yard, lemon pepper my wings I'm 'bout to get you fuck niggas wacked, you ain't even know it Your main nigga bout to turn his back, you ain't even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it My niggas all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it This a million dollar watch nigga, U.O.E.N.O it Got a million dollar crib nigga, U.O.E.N.O it I'm turned up every day, you don't even know it Got your bitch with me right now, you don't even know it We turn up in the club, you don't even know it Got a hundred bottles comin', you don't even know it We came up from nothin', you don't even know it Drive a half a million dollar car, you don't even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes, you don't even know it Got a bitch that speak no English, she don't even know it This a thousand dollar pair of shoes and U.O.E.N.O it This a thousand dollar cup of lean and U.O.E.N.O it This a half a million dollar car, U.O.E.N.O it I came up from bottom, U.O.E.N.O it My niggas all ride with me on, U.O.E.N.O it Got killers with me right now, U.O.E.N.O it This a million dollar watch nigga, U.O.E.N.O it Got a million dollar crib nigga, U.O.E.N.O it

When I Was Your Man

pop

Bruno Mars

{}

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down 'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name It all just sounds like oooooh ooh Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'Cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways Caused a good, strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I'll never, never get to clean up the mess I made (oh) And it haunts me every time I close my eyes It all just sounds like oooooh ooh Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'Cause all you wanted to do was dance Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man Although it hurts I'll be the first to say that I was wrong Oh, I know I'm probably much too late To try and apologize for my mistakes But I just want you to know I hope he buys you flowers I hope he holds your hand Give you all his hours When he has the chance Take you to every party 'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance Do all the things I should have done When I was your man Do all the things I should have done When I was your man

Jme tire

rb

Gims

{}

J'me tire, me demande pas pourquoi j'suis parti sans motif Parfois je sens mon cœur qui s'endurcit C'est triste à dire mais plus rien n'm'attriste Laisse-moi partir loin d'ici Pour garder l'sourire, je me disais qu'y'a pire Si c'est comme ça, bah fuck la vie d'artiste Je sais qu'ça fait cliché d'dire qu'on est pris pour cible Mais j'veux l'dire juste pour la rime J'me tire dans un endroit où j'serai pas l'suspect Après j'vais changer d'nom comme Cassius Clay Un endroit où j'aurai plus besoin d'prendre le mic' Un endroit où tout l'monde s'en tape de ma life J'me tire, me demande pas pourquoi j'suis parti sans motif Parfois je sens mon cœur qui s'endurcit C'est triste à dire mais plus rien n'm'attriste Laisse-moi partir loin d'ici Pour garder l'sourire, je me disais qu'y'a pire Si c'est comme ça, bah fuck la vie d'artiste Je sais qu'ça fait cliché d'dire qu'on est pris pour cible Mais j'veux l'dire juste pour la rime Si j'reste, les gens me fuiront sûrement comme la peste Vos interviews m'ont donné trop d'maux d'tête La vérité c'est que j'm'auto-déteste Faut qu'j'préserve tout c'qu'il me reste Et tous ces gens qui voudraient prendre mon tél' Allez leur dire que j'suis pas leur modèle Merci à ceux qui disent "Meu-gui on t'aime Malgré ta couleur ébène" J'me tire dans un endroit où j'serai pas l'suspect Après j'vais changer d'nom comme Cassius Clay Un endroit où j'aurai plus besoin d'prendre le mic' Un endroit où tout l'monde s'en tape de ma life J'me tire, me demande pas pourquoi j'suis parti sans motif Parfois je sens mon cœur qui s'endurcit C'est triste à dire mais plus rien n'm'attriste Laisse-moi partir loin d'ici Pour garder l'sourire, je me disais qu'y'a pire Si c'est comme ça, bah fuck la vie d'artiste Je sais qu'ça fait cliché d'dire qu'on est pris pour cible Mais j'veux l'dire juste pour la rime J'suis parti sans mentir, sans me dire "Qu'est-ce que j'vais devenir ?" Stop ! Ne réfléchis plus, Meu-gui Stop ! Ne réfléchis plus, vas-y ! Parti sans mentir, sans me dire "Qu'est ce que j'vais devenir ?" Stop ! Ne réfléchis plus, Meu-gui Stop ! Ne réfléchis plus, vas-y ! J'me tire, me demande pas pourquoi j'suis parti sans motif Parfois je sens mon cœur qui s'endurcit C'est triste à dire mais plus rien n'm'attriste Laisse-moi partir loin d'ici Pour garder l'sourire, je me disais qu'y'a pire Si c'est comme ça, bah fuck la vie d'artiste Je sais qu'ça fait cliché d'dire qu'on est pris pour cible Mais j'veux l'dire juste pour la rime

5 AM in Toronto

rap

Drake

{}

Yeah This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know? For my niggas, though Uh, you underestimated greatly Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me? The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya? Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it Damn, this shit could go on a tape Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake Str8, Y pree? Why is it always me? Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team 'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas For real, some nobody started feelin' himself A couple somebodies started killin' themself A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation Bad press during the summer over allegations I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear Fuck them niggas this year, I made Forbes list, nigga Fuck your list, everything's lookin' gorgeous Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings Eatin' like I'm seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's Nothing Was The Same, this shit for Ezee and Coco This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real All them boys in my will, all them boys is my Wills Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10 Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up? Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in I got her drinkin' with your boy I got her fucked up, shorty, aww yeah

Hive

rap

Earl Sweatshirt

{"Vince Staples","Casey Veggies"}

Promise Heron I'll put my fist up, after I get my dick sucked Quick buck, maybe a gold chain With that fuckin' flow that's-s so belittles, man They tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas - nigga, listen The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace Then forget it - in turn, these critics and interns Admittin' the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces Writ, it affixed, learnin' them digits and simultaneously Dispellin' one-trick-pony myths, isn't he? One adolescent, fuckin' six-nigga energy And crawlin' down 'fax like a rich nigga centipede Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account Stamp and shoutin', thrashin', these niggas done let the kraken out Crack-a-lackin' like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo off Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga '87 rooftop, Bronson Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock, vomit up Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop - rollin' with that flow swamp Catch me over stove top - rappin' to that coke rock Passionless in old Jive clothin', with them doors wide open Dim the floor lights, focused like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch From a city that's recession-hit Stress niggas could flex metal with peddle to rake pennies in Desolate testaments, tryin' to stay Jekyll-ish But most niggas Hyde, and Brenda just stay pregnant Breakin' News: Death's less important when the Lakers lose It's lead in that baby food, heads try to make it through Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to Ride dirty as the fuckin' sky that you prayin' to So here I sit, eye in the pyramid God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then *blow* - disappear again, reappear bearded On top of a Lear, steerin' it into the kid's ear again Provider of the backdrop music For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl Rawer than a skinned knee cap on a blacktop Salivary glands, lighter fluid for the matchbox Strikin' - wait, wait, who the fuck you badder than? Boy, oh boy, I'm bad as burnt - pollo off the grill and shit Spitter of the Little Nick, nimble, rickrollin' Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit '87 rooftop, Bronson Whippin' hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock, vomit up Subrocin' thud, knockin' niggas teeth-loose Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop - rollin' with that flow swamp Catch me over stove top - rappin' to that coke rock Passionless in old Jive clothin', with them doors wide open Dim the floor lights, focused like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch Quit with all that tough talk Bro, we know you niggas ain't about shit Come around, we gun 'em down Bodies piled, Auschwitz Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed I'm ready to kill - so test it, all my weapons is real Sellin' thizz, couldn't tell 'em what the recipe is Got 'em wishin' that they never gave these weapons to kids Cheers, send chills up spines of fat bitches After shows throwin' out sandwiches Niggas get it how they live and I live for money Other words, I'm gettin' money Lil Boy told me when it's time to ride, they'll send up for me Ain't nobody scarin' me, niggas ain't prepared for heat Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless '94, would've had 'em walkin' down death row First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do Voice inside my head told me, "Wet 'em if they test you" So it's Raging Waters season That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless Everybody hard until it's only God they seein' Kitten soft but in they songs be trappin' hard as Jeezy I don't believe it, but to each his own I ain't trippin' long as I can reach the chrome Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm with the heat drawn Strapped up long as the chief of police armed Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach A couple streets past Baby J, bony niggas sprayin' K's Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain Like it's nothin', 'cause it's nothin', bitch

Tapout

rap

Rich Gang

{"Lil Wayne",Birdman,"Nicki Minaj","Mack Maine",Future,Detail}

(Rich Gang!) If you hatin', you just need some pussy (Rich Girl) She fucked up when she gave me some pussy I said, "I fuck you better than that other nigga" She say, "Tune I'm 'bout to cum," I say, "I'm cummin' wit ya" She don't like them pretty niggas, sidity niggas She ride this dick, her titties jiggle, that's my pillows That's because I sleep in that ho, hit it when I wake up Tell the pigs I say "As-salamu alaykum", uhh My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber Sweet yellow-bone thing, I call her Honey Mustard Pussy like a seashell, dick like a V-12 She say I drive her crazy, I say, "Just keep on your seatbelt" Bend it over, bust it open for me Baby bend it over, bust it open for me, yeah She say she love me, she just loves this dick Come put that million dollar pussy on me, make me rich Tunechi! (Blatt!) She got that million dollar Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh She got that million dollar Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh And all I want to do is touch it (touch it, touch it) Ooh, ooh, ooh Make her tap out, tap out Tap out, tap out, tap out (yeah) And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (all day, all night) Tap out, tap out, tap out (yeah) Crib made her tap out, sauna made her tap out Jet made her tap out, pilot with the map out Million on the diamonds, million on the kitchen Millions on the Maybach, glass top ceilings Million dollar pussy, sleepin' on Versace Sleeping on Fendi, sleepin on Cavalli Married to the money, millions in the bank Alexander McQueen, rich in the paint I got that fuck you if you love me on some nigga shit She got the million dollar seven figure nigga rich We switch positions like we doin' yoga in this bitch She get to shakin' then stiff She got that million dollar Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh She got that million dollar Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh And all I want to do is touch it (touch it, touch it) Ooh, ooh, ooh Make her tap out, tap out Tap out, tap out, tap out And I'ma make her tap out, tap out Tap out, tap out, tap out Million dollar pussy, million dollar pussy (mm) Six inch, pumps, play with his balls, dunks Bald head, yup, don't want no Forrest, Gumps Don't let me tell ya, twice, already told ya, once (Eat that pussy) Who-who-who-who-who got that baddest pussy on the planet? D-boys love me, they don't understand it Ohhhhh, deep throat (Rich Girl) M-m-m-m-million dollar pussy might pounce on that ass Threw them hundreds 'til I lose counts on that ass Max out all of them accounts on that ass Million dollar checks don't bounce on that ass Pull up in that "You can't afford this" Only rap bitch on the Forbes list Pussy jewelry make em say "burr man" R-r-r-r-r-rubs hands like Birdman She got that million dollar (Rich Gang) Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh (Rich Girl) She got that million dollar (Sexy Slim, I see you, paradise home, yeah) Million dollar ooh, ooh, ooh (Flossing while you're shining, jumping out of Bugattis) And all I want to do is touch it (touch it, touch it) Touch it and touch it and touch it, touch it And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (Yeah) Tap out, tap out, tap out (Fuck this money game up, wild out) And I'ma make her tap out, tap out (Yeah) Tap out, tap out, tap out (Sweet D! Love you, baby girl) I'm in love with your Egyptian skin And your talk about religion I'm in prison with the pussy And I'm ballin', no cushion