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Bitch Dont Kill My Vibe Remix

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Kendrick Lamar

{JAY-Z}

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 Hol' up Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks But now my album platinum and shit, so what? Y'all keep the numbers I'm more than another statistic, my nigga This courtesy of Compton (Courtesy of Compton) Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D Dominicans wish that I was born there I'm lookin' to be the god MC You look at my hat and see thorns there I look at the game and see porn there I'm fuckin' this industry hard I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey You thought I was fresh out the yard Don't cry to me dummy, you're a lightweight They tell me you nice and I'm like "wait" Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher But we ain't thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga I got a P89 in a suitcase I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee, nigga Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words To the upper echelon, that's excellent (That's excellent) 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 Up in the clouds, me and my spouse Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud Please turn them shits down, can't hear myself think Turbulence, shit, almost spilled my drink In the White House with a mink Running through that bitch like it's my house All up in the hall like a mall Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to Empty my memory bank It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank Sittin' next to Hillary smellin' like dank Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him I'll wait I've been in my wave like 20 years straight I've been on my vibe like 20 years straight Don't fuck up my high, fuck up my high Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie An still be straight (still be straight) Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate Don't waste my breath I don't know how many moons a nigga got left Back to this joint, smokin' this shit like I'm tryna' prove a point I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno Kill my vibe, that's your motherfuckin' funeral Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off I ministered this generation by far Leader of the new school On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I'd be Black Swan? World in my palms, ironically I am the Globetrotters' best 'cause I didn't drop the ball Told niggas when I was 16 That I'd write a 16 to put a nigga right on the big screen In the paddy wagon with six teens Should have been in the pen But now my pen write with morphine I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends I kill niggas, audio crack, khakis to meal ticket Cardio lap, was running for dear life But now I'm running the map, bitch, I'm here nigga Picture lil' ole me giving a fuck for what a fuck nigga gotta say Nigga, you never be Jay, never be Nas, never be Snoop nor Dre You ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban Nigga, Puff Daddy wasn't your favorite So many washed up with detergent But I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose Like blah, Mini-14 like blah Empty out another magazine like blah Let a young nigga get by (Doot!) I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe (Doot! Doot!) I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got The last that would try to pass a good job If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!

Blurred Lines

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Robin Thicke

{T.I.,"Pharrell Williams"}

Everybody get up Everybody get up Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey (Uh) Hey, hey, hey (Ha-ha! Woo!) Tune me up If you can't hear what I'm trying to say (Hey girl, come here!) If you can't read from the same page (Hey) Maybe I'm going deaf (Hey, hey, hey) Maybe I'm going blind (Hey, hey, hey) Maybe I'm out of my mind (Hey, hey, hey) Everybody get up Okay, now he was close Tried to domesticate you But you're an animal Baby, it's in your nature (Meow) Just let me liberate you (Hey, hey, hey) You don't need no takers (Hey, hey, hey) That man is not your maker (Hey, hey, hey) And that's why I'm gon' take a (Everybody get up) Good girl I know you want it (Hey) I know you want it I know you want it You're a good girl Can't let it get past me You're far from plastic (Alright) Talkin' 'bout getting blasted I hate these blurred lines I know you want it (Hey) I know you want it (Oh yeah) I know you want it But you're a good girl The way you grab me Must wanna get nasty Go ahead, get at me Everybody get up (Come on!) What do they make dreams for (Why?) When you got them jeans on? (Why?) What do we need steam for? You the hottest bitch in this place I feel so lucky (Hey, hey, hey) You wanna hug me (Hey, hey, hey) What rhymes with hug me? (Hey, hey, hey) Hey! (Everybody get up) Okay, now he was close Tried to domesticate you But you're an animal Baby, it's in your nature (Uh-huh) Just let me liberate you (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) You don't need no takers (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) That man is not your maker (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) And that's why I'm gon' take a (Everybody get up) Good girl I know you want it I know you want it (Hey) I know you want it You're a good girl Can't let it get past me (Hey) You're far from plastic (Oh) Talkin' 'bout getting blasted (Everybody get up) I hate these blurred lines (Hate them lines) I know you want it (I hate them lines) I know you want it (I hate them lines) I know you want it But you're a good girl (Good girl) The way you grab me Must wanna get nasty Go ahead, get at me (Everybody get up) Hustle Gang, homie Let go Ay say Rob, let me holla at 'em real quick One thing I ask of you Let me be the one you back that ass up to (Come on!) Go from Malibu to Paris, boo (Yeah) Had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you So, hit me up when you pass through I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two Swag on 'em even when you dress casual I mean, it's almost unbearable (Everybody get up) In a hundred years not dare would I Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you He don't smack that ass and pull your hair like that So I'm just watchin' and waitin' For you to salute the true big pimpin' (Okay) Not many women can refuse this pimpin' I'm a nice guy, but don't get it confused, get pimpin' (Everybody get up) Shake your rump Get down, get up-a Do it like it hurt, like it hurt What, you don't like work? Hey! (Everybody get up) Baby, can you breathe? I got this from Jamaica It always works for me Dakota to Decatur (Uh-huh) No more pretending (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) 'Cause now you're winning (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) Here's our beginning (Hey, hey, hey) (Uh-huh) I always wanted a You're a good girl (Everybody get up) I know you want it (Hey) I know you want it I know you want it You're a good girl Can't let it get past me (Oh yeah) You're far from plastic (Alright) Talkin' 'bout getting blasted I hate these blurred lines (Everybody get up) I know you want it (Hey) I know you want it (Oh yeah) I know you want it But you're a good girl The way you grab me Must wanna get nasty (Hey) Go ahead, get at me Everybody get up Everybody get up Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey

A Whole New World

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Lea Salonga & Brad Kane

{}

I can show you the world Shining, shimmering, splendid Tell me, Princess Now when did you last let your heart decide? I can open your eyes Take you wonder by wonder Over, sideways and under On a magic carpet ride A whole new world A new fantastic point of view No one to tell us no Or where to go Or say we're only dreaming A whole new world A dazzling place I never knew But when I'm way up here It's crystal clear That now, I'm in a whole new world with you Now I'm in a whole new world with you Unbelievable sights Indescribable feeling Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling Through an endless diamond sky A whole new world (Don't you dare close your eyes) A hundred thousand things to see (Hold your breath, it gets better) I'm like a shooting star I've come so far I can't go back to where I used to be A whole new world (Every turn a surprise) With new horizons to pursue (Every moment red-letter) I'll chase them anywhere There's time to spare Let me share this whole new world with you A whole new world A whole new world That's where we'll be That's where we'll be A thrilling chase A wondrous place For you and me

IFHY

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Tyler, The Creator

{"Pharrell Williams","Tyler / The Creator"}

I never would've thought that Feelings could get thrown in the air 'Cause I accidentally caught that I need some new boxing gloves Shit got hectic whenever I fought back For example, ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty-four times I think about you or something like that Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else I don't like that; cellular convos getting left in the wrong 'Cause I get so fucking mad when you don't write back This isn't a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo And find time to write facts, fuck I love you Can we add some more color, um, like, some more, yellow? Yeah, that's good I fucking hate you, but I love you I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled, yeah I fucking hate you, but I love you I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled, yeah Girl, you fucking with my emotions The fuck is all this noise about? I even considered picking up smoking You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out? But in my dog house My bitch is the raddest Crazy who makes me the happiest can make me the saddest Look Alice, let's get lost in your wonder-er-land, fuck an atlas You're perfectly perfect for me What the fuck is this, practice? Actually, if you even consider leaving I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathin' And you'll see the meaning of stalkin' When I pop out the dark to find you And that new dude that you're seein' with an attitude Then proceed to fuck up your evenin' Make sure you never meet again like goddamn vegans 'Cause when I hear your name, I cannot stop cheesin' I love you so much that my heart stops beatin' when you're leavin' And I'm grievin' and my heart starts bleedin' Life without you has no goddamn meanin' Sorry, I'm passive-aggressive for no goddamn reason It's that my mood change like these goddamn seasons I fall for you, but I love you I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled Yeah The sky's falling girl, let's try to catch it The sky's falling girl, let's try to catch it The sky's falling girl, let's try to catch it tonight The sky's falling girl, let's try to catch it The sky's falling girl, let's try to catch it The sky's falling bitch, let's try to catch it tonight C'mon baby, even though I hate you, I still love you I love you And Salem, my love (I know) I'm passive aggressive (I'm sorry, fuck) (Come here) I like when we hold hands (You're the best around) See I get jealous (Fuck) And if I see that nigga (If I see him) I just might kill him, haha (Look) (Look, I wanna strangle you, 'til you stop breathing) Love, love, love (Spend the rest of my life, looking for air) (so you can breathe, or we can die together, you and me) (Fuck, look) I'm in love (Love) I fucking hate you, but I love you I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled, yeah I fucking hate you, but I love you I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled You're good at being perfect We're good at being troubled, yeah "Yo, why is Samuel such a fucking dick?" "He isn't such a badass actually. He's only here because he ran away, because some shit happened back home. He's actually a dweeb" "Yo, what happened?"

Still into You

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Paramore

{}

Can't count the years on one hand That we've been together I need the other one to hold you Make you feel, make you feel better It's not a walk in the park To love each other But when our fingers interlock Can't deny, can't deny you're worth it 'Cause after all this time, I'm still into you I should be over all the butterflies But I'm into you (I'm into you) And baby even on our worst nights I'm into you (I'm into you) Let 'em wonder how we got this far 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you Recount the night that I first met your mother And on the drive back to my house I told you that, I told you that I loved ya You felt the weight of the world Fall off your shoulder And to your favorite song We sang along to the start of forever And after all this time, I'm still into you I should be over all the butterflies But I'm into you (I'm into you) And baby, even on our worst nights I'm into you (I'm into you) Let 'em wonder how we got this far 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you Well, some things just, some things just make sense And one of those is you and I (Hey) Some things just, some things just make sense And even after all this time (Hey) I'm into you Baby, not a day goes by That I'm not into you I should be over all the butterflies But I'm into you (I'm into you) And baby, even on our worst nights I'm into you (I'm into you) Let 'em wonder how we got this far 'Cause I don't really need to wonder at all Yeah, after all this time, I'm still into you I'm still into you I'm still into you

Let Her Go

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Passenger

{}

Well you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go... Staring at the bottom of your glass Hoping one day you'll make a dream last But dreams come slow and they go so fast You see her when you close your eyes Maybe one day you'll understand why Everything you touch surely dies But you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go Staring at the ceiling in the dark Same old empty feeling in your heart 'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast Well you see her when you fall asleep But never to touch and never to keep 'Cause you loved her too much and you dived too deep Well you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go... Oh, oh, woah, oh, oh And you let her go Oh, oh, woah, oh, oh When you let her go Whoa 'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go 'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go And you let her go...

Young and Beautiful

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Lana Del Rey

{}

I've seen the world, done it all Had my cake now Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel Air now Hot summer nights, mid-July When you and I were forever wild The crazy days, city lights The way you'd play with me like a child Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now Channeling angels in the new age now Hot summer days, rock and roll The way you'd play for me at your show And all the ways I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Dear Lord, when I get to heaven Please, let me bring my man When he comes, tell me that You'll let him in Father, tell me if You can All that grace, all that body All that face makes me wanna party He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothin' but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful? Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?

Take Me Home Country Roads

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John Denver

{}

Almost Heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads All my memories gather 'round her Miner's lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away Driving down the road, I get a feeling That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, mountain mama Take me home, country roads Take me home, (Down) country roads Take me home, (Down) country roads

Get Lucky

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Daft Punk

{"Pharrell Williams","Nile Rodgers"}

Like the legend of the phoenix, huh All ends with beginnings What keeps the planet spinning, uh-huh The force from the beginning Look We've come too far To give up who we are So let's raise the bar And our cups to the stars She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky The present has no ribbon Your gift keeps on giving What is this I'm feeling? If you wanna leave, I'm with it, uh-huh We've come too far To give up who we are So let's raise the bar And our cups to the stars She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get We're up all night to get We're up all night to get We're up all night to get We're up all night to get We're up all night to get We're up all night to get We're up all night to get We're up all night to get back together We're up all night to get (Let's get funked again) We're up all night to get (Funky) We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We've come too far To give up who we are So let's raise the bar And our cups to the stars She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky We're up all night to get lucky

No New Friends

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DJ Khaled

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

Another one Yeah, I stay down with my day-one niggas And we in the club, screamin' No new friends, no new friends No new friends, no, no new (DJ Khaled) Still here with my day-one niggas So you hear me say no new friends No new friends, no new friends, no, no new I still ride with my day-one niggas I don't really need no new friends No new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one, so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas One more time Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas, stay down from day one, so I say (Fuck a fake friend! Where your real friends at? Started!) Man, this shit so ill that we had to restart it H-town my second home like I'm James Harden Money counter go *brrrr* when you sellin' out the Garden Four-car garage, pornstar ménage Birdman go *brrrr* 'cause he know this shit retarded Fuck her on the floor 'fore we make it to the bed That's what yo' ass really call started from the bottom Yes, Lord, OVO Sound, man, I'm proud of my niggas Knew that we would make it, never doubted my niggas All my bitches love me; if I had a baby mama She would probably be richer than a lot of you niggas Ayy, that's luxury, dawg Day-one niggas, man, y'all stuck with me, dawg Ever since YouTube, niggas been callin' me the leader of the new school; fuck with me, dawg, yeah No new friends, no new friends No new friends, no, no new Still here with my day-one niggas So you hear me say no new friends No new friends, no new friends, no, no new (Let's ride) I still ride with my day-one niggas I don't really need no new friends No new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one, so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas One more time Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas (Maybach) Fuck all y'all niggas, stay down from day one, so I say Your bitch all in my photographs Ho niggas got hate for me Big homies all certified Nothin' niggas gon' take from me Follow codes, study game Feed fam, nigga, fuck fame All black, my whip foreign These bad hoes keep tiptoein' Down in Turks and Caicos Dope boy, that's my dress code All I hug is blood, nigga Khaled, that's my flesh, ho All I want is love, nigga Money bring that stress though Smoke good, I love life Strip club like e'ry night E'ry night my same niggas Day one, straight menace (Rozay!) No new friends, no new friends No new friends, no, no new (Huh, Maybach Music) Still here with my day one niggas So you hear me say no new friends No new friends, no new friends, no, no new (Let's ride) I still ride with my day one niggas I don't really need no new friends No new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one, so I say (Let's go) Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas One more time Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas, stay down from day one, so I say (Fuck a fake friend! Where your real friends at?) Ugh, I'm here with my niggas I'm too high to be friendly They throw dirt on my name Well, that's why they still dig me And I'm tired of all this hatin' I thank God for my patience I thank God for my homies I wish we could trade places Bitch, we good-fellas Boy, all them niggas with you, they just pall bearers And if we ball, catch us Remember sip slow, live fast Young Money, stay young I been Cash Money since day one (Tunechi!) No new friends, no new friends (Khaled fuck wit me) No new friends, no, no new Still here with my day one niggas So you hear me say no new friends (Sue em) No new friends, no new friends, no, no new (Let's ride) I still ride with my day one niggas I don't really need no new friends No new friends, no new friends, no, no new I stay down from day one, so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas (Uh) except my niggas One more time Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck all y'all niggas, stay down from day one, so I say Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas Fuck them other niggas 'Cause I'm down for my niggas

Girls Love Beyoncé

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Drake

{"James Fauntleroy"}

Look, I know girls love Beyoncé Girls love to fuck with your conscience Girls hate when niggas go missing And shawty you ain't no different These days it's hard to meet women Feel like my love life is finished I've been avoiding commitment That's why I'm in this position I'm scared to let somebody in on this No new friends, no, no, no You know how this shit go You got your fair share of admirers that call your phone You try to act like it's just me, but I am not alone But if you're alone, then Say my name, say my name When no one is around you Say, "Baby, I love you" If you ain't running games Say my name, say my name You actin' kinda shady, baby Why the sudden change? Say my name Say my name Say my name Say my name, say my name If no one is around you Yeah, uh Say my name, say my name 'Cause those other men are practice And this ain't no time for actin' And this ain't no time for games And this ain't no time for uncertainty And this ain't no time for locking your phone and not coming home And startin' some shit when I'm in the zone This is why I've been saying No new friends, no, no, no You know how this shit goes This is not four years ago Time escapes me Now forget how it felt when this shit move slow I come through in whips that make a young boy take the long way home All my young boys 'round me saying, "Get money and fuck these hoes" Where we learn these values? I do not know what to tell you I'm just trying to find a reason not to go out every evening I need someone that'll help me think of someone besides myself I need someone I leave through the front door with 'Cause we don't wanna hide no more Plus you're not shy no more Neither of us wanna play the side no more No, I'm not alone Even though nothing was the same Let me get your ass alone Let me make you say my name Say my name Say my name, say my name When no one is around you Say, "Baby, I love you" If you ain't running games Say my name, say my name You actin' kinda shady, baby Why the sudden change? Say my name Say my name Say my name Say my name, say my name If no one is around you

The Seven Ages of Man All the worlds a stage

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William Shakespeare

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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Welcome. Set down your venerable burthen And let him feed...

Counting Stars

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OneRepublic

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Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be countin' stars Yeah, we'll be countin' stars I see this life, like a swinging vine Swing my heart across the line And in my face is flashing signs Seek it out and ye' shall find Old, but I'm not that old Young, but I'm not that bold And I don't think the world is sold On just doing what we're told I feel something so right doin' the wrong thing I feel something so wrong doin' the right thing I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie Everything that kills me makes me feel alive Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be countin' stars Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be, we'll be countin' stars I feel your love and I feel it burn Down this river, every turn Hope is our four-letter word Make that money, watch it burn Old, but I'm not that old Young, but I'm not that bold And I don't think the world is sold On just doing what we're told I feel something so wrong doin' the right thing I couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lie Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be countin' stars Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be, we'll be countin' stars Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I learned Everything that kills me makes me feel alive Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be countin' stars Lately, I've been, I've been losin' sleep Dreamin' about the things that we could be But baby, I've been, I've been prayin' hard Said no more countin' dollars, we'll be, we'll be counting stars Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I've learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I've learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I've learned Take that money, watch it burn Sink in the river the lessons I've learned

Waves

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Mr. Probz

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My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon Everytime you are not around I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream I wish I could make it easy Easy to love me, love me But still I reach, to find a way I'm stuck here in between I'm looking for the right words to say I'm slowly drifting, drifting away Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream

Favorite Song

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Chance the Rapper

{"Childish Gambino"}

Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker Cocky khaki jacket jacker Slap-happy faggot slapper, bah-bah Iraqi rocket launcher Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper Dang, dang, dang, skeet, skeet, skeet She do that thing for three retweets The album feel like '92 Now take that ball 'fore he three-peat Chance, ho, acid, cruising on that LSD Asked Joseph about my deal He looked back said, "Hell yeah, let's eat" This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam Young Rascal Flatts, young ass kid ass could rap Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of Jack and Fourths of weed, I'm back to pack on hands With young Cletus to pat my back Real nigga with a nose ring, that's right Just here to rap them songs Rag on my hair, wrap weed in Vegas, rockin' Vagabonds Sang a song, oh, you don't know? What? Well, I still bang with you Hang with you, sip drank with you As long as I can sang with you like This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam Niggas, please be focused, that Bino, you know this He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6 You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your hood is so clit As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit I'ma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at? Bought your girl some new kneepads You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag My stars, egad, she said, "This my favorite song" "Hold my purse", now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished Your mom won't play it in the car 'cause it got cursing in it Your boy like, "I'm the one who showed you" He want his percentage 'Cause you were like, "This ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?" Two-step, white dude's Harlem Shake Why you laughing? 'Cause you Harlem Shake I was never fake, I was just too good to be true That's acid rap, we killed the track You had your chance, and 'Bino too, ooh This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam

Cocoa Butter Kisses

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Chance the Rapper

{Twista,"VIC MENSA"}

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, igh Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses) I miss my cocoa butter kisses Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me" Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me" Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me Oh, generation above me, I know you still remember me My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting, blam Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses) I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank (Innanet) I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses) I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Innanet) (Kisses, kisses) I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale Everywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it going Say the going's well, go figure, Victor's light skinned Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom Like she know me well, I mean normally You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil But these kids these days, they get so high Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit Shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L Elevated, train, and the craziest thing Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it Probably shoulda been dead or in jail Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz Asshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glass Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong Rip, brain-dead, take a tug and then pass I think we all addicted Yeah, I think we all addicted Really though, I think we all addicted (Yah) I think we all addicted Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses) I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses) Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses) I miss my cocoa butter kisses I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicy Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi You see, I be still a God but a goofy You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi That's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoes Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson (Yeah) And though my style freakish I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron 'Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope, see (What?) Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics Cooler like I'm off of codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is I'ma end up figuring out that it's home And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses This is just a testament to the ones that raised me The ones that I praise and I'm thanking I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes And I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stanking Never too old for a spanking, IGH! Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses) I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses) Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses) I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses) Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses

Pusha Man/Paranoia

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Chance the Rapper

{"Lili K","Nate Fox"}

Ten damn days And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows And chauffeurs with road rage Still the same damn ad-lib: IGH!, old ways Still got a letterman, no practice Still got a burner, man, no lacking Still outtin' Jams nigga, no Jackson No Jordan and we toe-tagging I'll take you to the land where the lake made of sand And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance And the money ain't yours Now it's just a red pill Got a blue and a handful of Advils I'm the new Nitty, fuck it, Nitty the old me So I'ma tell the buyer what Nitty told me I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man You a laaaaaaaame And your bitch break down my weed sometimes See my face in the streets, in the tweets And a Reader or a RedEye if you read Sun-Times She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D Even though I only beat one time One time, it was one two times It was two plus me equals threesome time Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex Got neck from all these thots I sex Rastafari them shottas, yes House safari, mi casa, yes Poppy fields of that popeye She came to party, she popped a molly Said, "Come to Papa", she said, "Papa, yes" I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man I got that mmm, mmm, I got that goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits Move to the neighborhood; I bet they don't stay for good, watch Somebody'll steal daddy's Rollie, call it the neighborhood watch Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy Still getting ID'd for Swishers (Mama still wash my clothes) Still with the Save Money militia (I'ma still watch my bros) Trapped in the middle of the map With a little-bitty rock and a little bit of rap That, with a literary knack And a little shitty Mac, and like literally jack I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits They murking kids, they murder kids here Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here Probably scared of all the refugees Look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot Down here, it's easier to find a gun Than it is to find a fucking parking spot No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position 'Cause they've never been in our position Getting violations from the nation, correlating, you dry snitchin' I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too I know you scared Me too I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared too It just got warm out, this the shit I've been warned 'bout I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks And I ponder what's worse Between knowing it's over and dyin' first 'Cause everybody dies in the summer Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it's spring I heard everybody's dying in the summer So pray to God for a little more spring I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared too

Lost

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Chance the Rapper

{Noname}

My druggy, love me, when I'm ugly, hug me When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby Let's get lost Let's get lost Damn, I'm in so deep, girl, probably 'cause you're empty You can't even speak (Igh), damn, your mouth so minty Ooh, your mama hate me, daddy wouldn't let you If he ever met me, if he ever met you Put that shit behind us and put this in your sinus Mine is all up in my gums, minus all that shit it's lined with I say oh-oh-oh-oh, you been scratchin', you been fiendin' I'ma fix you, I'ma fuck you, I'ma get rid of them demons It's my My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby Let's get lost, let's get lost Damn, I need a minute, aight, leggo She fell in love, it fell apart, aight, let go She met her match, I let her match She lit her match, she let me smoke Yeah, me mad petty, yeah, me bogus Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, me know Yeah, she knew too (Igh), it made her love it Her pussy like me, her heart like, "Fuck it" So dance for daddy like Gator Ain't no partners on this trip And lose yourself in my room And find yourself in my grip I'm sayin' My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby Let's get lost, let's get lost I blessed myself inside your arms one day Swear to God there I was when the dress And the silver buttons fade away Miss Mary Mattress, geriatrics Fuck me into open caskets, I wanna die with this I wanna stop seeing my psychiatrist She said "Pill pop, baby girl, 'cause I promise you, you tweaked The empty bottled loneliness, this happiness you seek The masochism that you preach Practice backflips, tragic actress On a movie with no screen When the only time he loves me is naked in my dreams My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby Let's get lost, let's get lost Igh

Ginseng Strip 2002

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Yung Lean

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2003 Arizona Iced Out Boys Yung Leandoer, shawty Emotional boys, 2001 Emotional shawties in this bitch Makaveli Bitches come and go, brah But you know I stay Bitches come and go, brah But you know I stay Got my balls licked By a Zooey Deschanel look-alike cocaine addict Razor blade to your head Conflict, I'm a contradicted shit Peeing on old people's houses is an inflict 2003 shit This ain't no splitting bills shit I'ma peel banana skids While listenin' to R. Kelly's greatest hits Yung Lean in the club For some morphine (Morphine) Yung Lean up in the club For some morphine (Morphine) Poppin' pills like zits While someone vomits on your mosquito tits Slitting wrists while dark evil spirits like Slytherin Slither in with tricks, I'm sick Acid trip makes my spitting sick And makes me start hitting chicks Knitting thick, shitting quick, fitting dick Like transmitting shit with an AIDS stick Think you're gay as fuck like a fish stick Tequila shots and salt licks Getting balls in your face like a free kick Yung Lean stays motherfuckin' freaky (Bitch) Yung Lean in the club For some morphine (Morphine) Yung Lean up in the club For some morphine (Morphine) Rotten teeth like Gargamel I cast a spell, you keep on tryin' to yell Bet your dead body stinks worse than my S'well Well, Lean expels Diagrams as if they were made in Excel Fuck fat hoes like Adele Get my dick stuck inside a lamp shell Get it out with sperm cells and hair gel Swim in Mexico, mademoiselle Point and laugh while he fell Who's laughing now, now that I'm explosive like Alfred Nobel Yung Lean only attracts an older clientele Very well (Bitch) (Yeah)

Type Of Way

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Rich Homie Quan

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Rich Homie Quan That's right, ho My niggas been hustlin' trying to make him something Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper Soufflé, I'm straight, I steak my plate Sade, I'm a smooth operator (I drop the top of my whip baby!) That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way? Some type of way, make you feel some type of way Heard she wana fuck me, know you feel some type of way Mr. CEO is what my title say Me and my homies G'd your ho, he feel some type of way Okay, now let's be real I know you feel some type of way When I get to biting on her ear she make that Tyson face I drop down to my knees thankful for life today No naps just long sleep; hibernate I can tell if he 12, right away Go through hell cause I care, move you far away Drop you off late, know he feel some type of way I got hoes like golf trynna make what Tiger makes I got a hide away, and I go there sometimes, to give my mind a break I find a way, to still get through the struggle, what I'm tryna say And I ain't lying today when I tell you that I love... My niggas been hustlin' trying to make him something Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper Soufflé, I'm straight, I steak my plate Sade, I'm a smooth operator (I drop the top of my whip baby!) That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way? Some type of way, make you feel some type of way Heard she wana fuck me, know you feel some type of way Mr. CEO is what my title say Me and my homies G'd your ho, he feel some type of way She got a Georgia peach on her rear end like a licence plate No rookie, girl scout cookie got me high today I probably make, more money in six months Than what's in your papa's safe Look like I robbed a bank I set it off like Queen Latifah, cause I'm living single I'm feeling cautious, I ain't scream when they served a subpoena I heard that he the leader, come follow my tribe today I fucked her now he heated, he feel some type of way Don't know how to say, ain't the hardest man working? Attention we pay, there's always a man lurking No man perfect, but God My head, I nod Rich, homie, ugn... My niggas been hustlin' trying to make him something Ain't no telling what he'll do for the paper Soufflé, I'm straight, I steak my plate Sade, I'm a smooth operator (I drop the top of my whip baby!) That car I'm driving make you feel some type of way That custom Breitling make you feel some type of way This bitch I'm with got me feelin' some type a way Is it because my homies rich you feel some type of way? Some type of way, make you feel some type of way Heard she wana fuck me, know you feel some type of way Mr. CEO is what my title say Me and my homies G'd your ho, he feel some type of way I know you do Don't look like that Thank you Lord Let's go, let's go!

We Own It Fast Furious

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2 Chainz & Wiz Khalifa

{}

It's Young Khalifa, man 2 Chainz! Money's the motivation, money's the conversation You on vacation, we gettin' paid, so We on paycation, I did it for the fam It's whatever we had to do, it's just who I am Yeah, it's the life I chose Gunshots in the dark, one eye closed And we got it cookin' like a one-eyed stove You can catch me kissin' my girl with both eyes closed, yeah Perfectin' my passion, thanks for askin' Couldn't slow down, so we had to crash it You used plastic, we 'bout cash I see some people ahead that we gon' pass, yeah! I never feared death or dyin' (Woo) I only fear never tryin' (Woo) I am whatever I am Only God can judge me now One shot, everything rides on tonight Even if I've got three strikes, I'ma go for it This moment, we own it And I'm not to be played with Because it can get dangerous See these people I ride with? This moment (Uh), we own it And the same ones that I ride with Be the same ones that I die with Put it all out on the line with If you lookin' for me, you can find Wiz In a new car or the crowd with My new broad, that's a fine chick Ain't no other squad I'm down with Ain't no way around it What you say? Tell me what you say Workin' hard, reppin' for my dogs, do this every day Takin' off, lookin' out for all, makin' sure we ball Like the mob, all you do is call Catch you if you fall, Young Khalifa I never feared death or dyin' (Woo) I only fear never tryin' (Woo) (Uh) I am whatever I am Only God can judge me now One shot, everything rides on tonight Even if I've got three strikes, I'ma go for it This moment, we own it And I'm not to be played with (I ride or die for mine) Because it can get dangerous See these people I ride with? (I ride or die for love) This moment, we own it This the biggest day of my life We got big guns, been graduated from knives It's the day in the life and I'm ready to ride Got the spirit, I'm feelin' like a killer inside, uh Financial outbreak, I'm free but I ain't out yet Ridin' with the plug, so I'm close to the outlet At the red light, rims sittin' offset I look better on your girl than her outfit (Uh) Stuck to the plan, always think that we would stand up, never ran We the fam and loyalty never change up Been down since day one, look at where we came from Jumpin' out on anybody who try to say some One thing about it: got a problem? I got the same one Money rolls, we fold Plenty clubs we closed Follow the same code Never turn our backs, our cars don't even lose control One shot, everything rides on tonight Even if I've got three strikes, I'ma go for it This moment, we own it And I'm not to be played with (I ride or die for mine) Because it can get dangerous See these people I ride with? (I ride or die for love) This moment, we own it Hahaha Uh This moment, we own it I ride or die for mine I'm ride or die material One life to live, so here we go This moment, we own it

Papaoutai

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Stromae

{}

Dites-moi d'où il vient Enfin je saurai où je vais Maman dit que lorsqu'on cherche bien On finit toujours par trouver Elle dit qu'il n'est jamais très loin Qu'il part très souvent travailler Maman dit "travailler c'est bien" Bien mieux qu'être mal accompagné Pas vrai ? Où est ton papa ? Dis-moi où est ton papa ? Sans même devoir lui parler Il sait ce qui ne va pas Ah sacré papa Dis-moi où es-tu caché ? Ça doit, faire au moins mille fois que j'ai Compté mes doigts Hey ! Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, où t'es où, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, où t'es où, papaoutai ? Où t'es Où t'es... Quoi, qu'on y croit ou pas Y aura bien un jour où on n'y croira plus Un jour ou l'autre on sera tous papa Et d'un jour à l'autre on aura disparu Serons-nous détestables ? Serons-nous admirables ? Des géniteurs ou des génies ? Dites-nous qui donne naissance aux irresponsables ? Ah dites-nous qui, tiens Tout le monde sait comment on fait des bébés Mais personne sait comment on fait des papas Monsieur Je-sais-tout en aurait hérité, c'est ça Faut l'sucer d'son pouce ou quoi ? Dites-nous où c'est caché, ça doit Faire au moins mille fois qu'on a Bouffé nos doigts Hey ! Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, où t'es où, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, où t'es où, papaoutai ? Où t'es Où t'es... Où est ton papa ? Dis-moi où est ton papa ? Sans même devoir lui parler Il sait ce qui ne va pas Ah sacré papa Dis-moi où es-tu caché ? Ça doit, faire au moins mille fois que j'ai Compté mes doigts Hey Où est ton papa ? Dis-moi où est ton papa ? Sans même devoir lui parler Il sait ce qui ne va pas Ah sacré papa Dis-moi où es-tu caché ? Ça doit, faire au moins mille fois que j'ai Compté mes doigts Hey ! Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, où t'es où, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, papaoutai ? Où t'es, où t'es où, papaoutai ? Où t'es Où t'es...

Work REMIX

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A$AP Ferg

{"French Montana","ScHoolboy Q","A\\$AP Rocky","A\\$AP Ferg","Trinidad James"}

I gotta close the window before I record 'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet (Work) Stand up! (Work) Ferg! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Coogi down to the socks like I'm Biggie Poppa (baby) Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers But really though, she a silly ho 'Cause you know the Fergenstein gettin' plenty dough She don't get nothin' from a nigga though All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs No tint though, on my window So you see a nigga shinin' in the Benzo Ballin', got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though No limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos Put in work, run up on a killer, then I put him in the dirt Run up in the building, semi gon' squirt That's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves I ain't lyin', lay 'em on the curb Ridin' on a killer who be comin' at Ferg (damn!) Girl, you twerk, twerk that kitty, girl, make it purr Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt French got the shovel, he gon' put him in the earth Trinidad maniac with an all-gold hearse Yeah, uh, put in work ScHoolboy Q with a pound of the purp So much work he'll smoke up the Earth Polo Ground, A$AP World (Haaan!) That ain't Kanye That's Montana, loose cannon He shot me, so I had to do it Put him in the dirt, put him in it first I just sold a swammy with ten homis on it Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it When they mask up, comin' for your ice When they bare-faced, they comin' for your life Baby, don't pray for me, pray for the weak I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep Illuminati? I'm from the streets Never sold my body, we takin' bodies Put in work, put in work Put in work, put 'em in the dirt Shout out that motherland 12-years-old with guns in hand They don't ask no questions, nigga All they do is bang bang bang They don't ask no questions, all they do is bang bang I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad, I love ya I do this for them shottas, Jamaica, I'm your brother I know a bitch from VI Yeah-yeah-yeah, that's my partner You got a problem with it Then-then-then-then that's your problem I fuck with Asian niggas and I fuck with Migos I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me But that don't get no deal I said no, that don't get no deal I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money No green card in this struggle Immigration give you nothin' but work (put it in work) YAWK-YAWK, YAWK-YAWK! A lot of niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street No, I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36 Ship O's like I'm 28 Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight O-X-Y, I'm in your state Eatin' off your dinner plate My heart live where Santa stay Super fly, I need a cape Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick Passion drippin' off her lip She say she never had a Crip Uh, put in work, all big booties make it twerk All big titties lift your shirt Show a player what you're worth Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front of the church Deacon said I did my shit The pastor said, "That nigga turnt" Pop my collar on my shirt Make these bitches go berserk Shippin' units; Captain Kirk Takin' xannies, poppin' percs Might not last, I'll bomb you first Turn your backseat to a hearse Back to the lab with mother Earth Had to give Young Ferg a verse A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine Outta line, pistols barkin' (argh argh), ride or die Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets The same niggas who jack it Be the first who claim we faggots My bitch is a movie actress Side bitch won a beauty pageant Got a chick that worked at Magic But I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average See, my daddy in Heaven, right next to Ferg's You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks Loaded Lux; put in work

Shabba

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A$AP Ferg

{"A\\$AP Rocky","A\\$AP Ferg"}

Short nigga but my dick tall What I told your bitch, dog Only thug nigga down at the Pitchfork Dirty van bitches wanna suck my dick off Pop a Xanny for a penny Get to hit floor, run up in this shit raw I got a girl, I ain't never got no fuckin' condoms If she caught me, then that bitch would be pissed off (Real nigga shit) Fergy be mobbing all day, prolly with Marty or Jay Them my niggas from back in the day, Tarzan ain't showing his face He prolly the one with the K, fronting then he letting it spray Two shots to a bumboclaat man, Shabba Ranks let it go to your brain Front then he coming your way, let the semi dump-dump then he coming your way Dump when the bad man come, my yute don't ramp with me Coupe full of bad hoes, they all wanna come with me You got a coupe with a sad ho cause she wanna come with me Shabba! Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Skinny nigga but my dick long (Pause!) Stank puss make my dick soft Probably bumping R. Kelly sipping Cristal So you know the whole world getting pissed on I don't really give a fuck if you pissed off I just bought a Mac-11 from the thrift store Traded for my gold chain and my pistol Shoot a rocket make a mothafucka lift off (Let's go) Flacko be mobbing all day With niggas that's chopping that yay They chopping them choppas they handle my problems Cause niggas be plotting these days But the 'Rari kinda fast though, she told me pump my brakes You stuck with a fat ho, and she wanna stuff her face To all of my Dominican girls dem, all of my Caribbean girls dem All my West Indian girls dem, I done fucked a million girls, damn With a little ting a ling ling school bell a ring Hit her with my ding-a-ling-a-ling, maybe run a train And tell her that my niggas wanna bang and a little brain And she wanna hang with the gang with a nigga named (Shabba!) Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks I was broke last week but today be a new day Mothafuckas like cavities, cause them niggas be too fake Walk in this bitch with the new Wang, looking like Liu Kang With a blonde bitch that wanna snoop cane Then she get the Batman like Bruce Wayne (Master Bruce) I be mobbing with the A, 'til my whole body decay I don't give a fuck what you say, my whole team like a parade Twelvyy got bags of the haze, Illi be smoking all day Me and Rock run trains on the ho, he be like "Bitch, don't touch my braids" Ty Beats in VA putting producers in graves Yams got a bottle of Henny, going straight to the face Ty Nast got a bad ho, but she's tryna come my way But he got my last ho, so shit man it's okay (Shabba) Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Four gold chains like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Two bad bitches like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shabba Ranks... Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shabba Ranks...

Instant Crush

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Daft Punk

{"Julian Casablancas"}

I didn't want to be the one to forget I thought of everything I'd never regret A little time with you is all that I get That's all we need because it's all we can take One thing I never see the same when you're 'round I don't believe in him, his lips on the ground I wanna take you to that place in the Roche But no one gives us any time anymore He asks me once if I'd look in on his dog You made an offer for it, then you ran off I got this picture of us kids in my head And all I hear is the last thing that you said "I listened to your problems, now listen to mine" I didn't want to anymore, oh-oh-oh And we will never be alone again 'Cause it doesn't happen every day Kinda counted on you being a friend Can I give it up or give it away? Now I thought about what I wanna say But I never really know where to go So I chained myself to a friend 'Cause I know it unlocks like a door And we will never be alone again 'Cause it doesn't happen every day Kinda counted on you being a friend Can I give it up or give it away? Now I thought about what I wanna say But I never really know where to go So I chained myself to a friend Some more again It didn't matter what they wanted to see He thought he saw someone that looked just like me The summer memory that just never dies We worked too long and hard to give it no time He sees right through me, it's so easy with lies Cracks in the road that I would try and disguise He runs his scissors at the seam in the wall He cannot break it down or else he would fall One thousand lonely stars hiding in the cold Take it, oh, I don't wanna sing anymore "I listened to your problems, now listen to mine" I didn't want to anymore, oh-oh-oh And we will never be alone again 'Cause it doesn't happen every day Kinda counted on you being a friend Can I give it up or give it away? Now I thought about what I wanna say But I never really know where to go So I chained myself to a friend 'Cause I know it unlocks like a door And we will never be alone again 'Cause it doesn't happen every day Kinda counted on you being a friend Can I give it up or give it away? Now I thought about what I wanna say But I never really know where to go So I chained myself to a friend 'Cause I know it unlocks like a- I don't understand, don't get upset I'm not with you We're swimming around, it's all I do When I'm with you And we will never be alone again 'Cause it doesn't happen every day Kinda counted on you being a friend Can I give it up or give it away? Now I thought about what I wanna say But I never really know where to go So I chained myself to a friend 'Cause I know it unlocks like a door And we will never be alone again 'Cause it doesn't happen every day Kinda counted on you being a friend Can I give it up or give it away? Now I thought about what I wanna say But I never really know where to go So I chained myself to a friend 'Cause I know it unlocks like a door

Under Pressure

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Queen & David Bowie

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Mmm num ba de Dum bum ba be Doo buh dum ba beh beh Pressure pushing down on me Pressing down on you, no man ask for Under pressure that burns a building down Splits a family in two Puts people on streets Um ba ba be Um ba ba be De day da Ee day da- that's okay It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out!" Pray tomorrow gets me higher Pressure on people, people on streets Day day de mm hm Da da da ba ba Okay Chipping around, kick my brains around the floor These are the days it never rains but it pours Ee do ba be Ee da ba ba ba Um bo bo Be lap People on streets Ee da de da de People on streets Ee da de da de da de da It's the terror of knowing what this world is about Watching some good friends screaming, 'Let me out' Pray tomorrow gets me higher, high Pressure on people, people on streets Turned away from it all like a blind man Sat on a fence but it don't work Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn Why, why, why? Love, love, love, love, love Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking Can't we give ourselves one more chance? Why can't we give love that one more chance? Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love? Because love's such an old-fashioned word And love dares you to care for The people on the (People on streets) edge of the night And love (People on streets) dares you to change our way of Caring about ourselves This is our last dance This is our last dance This is ourselves under pressure Under pressure Under pressure Pressure

Kiss Land

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The Weeknd

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When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall But when she put it in her mouth She can't seem to reach my Ballin' ain't an issue for me I'll make a hundred stacks right back next week Do it all again, I'm faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing And I'll admit, baby, I'm a little camera-shy But exceptions can be made, baby, 'cause you're too damn fly For what it's worth, I hope you enjoy the show 'Cause if you're back here only takin' pictures You gon' have to take your ass home 'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth I just wanna hear your body talk (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Don't hold back You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free You gotta pay with your body Not really into kisses leading into nothing I'm into shows every night, if you play your cards right I might fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour Fuck around, turn you to my West Coast girl Until they book a show in NYC Gotta fly back east where the city don't sleep Woah, I'm tryna finish all this potion Baby, take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin' And if you're still up, I'm tryna fuck you in the mornin' Said I'm two days strong And never sleep until it's mornin', until the mornin' 'Cause the only thing you're takin' is your clothes off Go 'head, girl, strip it down, close your mouth I just wanna hear your body talk (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh yeah, don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh girl, don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Don't hold back, let it out (Nothing is going to change my love for you) (Nothing is going to change my love for you) Oh yeah, don't hold back I got a brand new place, I think I've seen it twice all year I can't remember how it looks inside So you can picture how my life's been I went from starin' at the same four walls for 21 years To seein' the whole world in just 12 months Been gone for so long I might have just found God Well, probably not, if I keep my habits up Probably not if I can't keep up with lovin' And I can't stand talkin' to brand new girls Only bitches down to fuck when you shower them with ones Probably not if my niggas round them up Probably not if we take 'em to my spot Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night Goddamn, I'm high My doctor told me to stop And he gave me somethin' to pop And I mix it up with some Adderall's And I wait to get to the top And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot I don't care about you, why you worried 'bout me? All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke Last week was my rough week I'm still drippin' down from my nose And I don't know how to drive, I make my driver get high But If he goes under that 110, believe my driver get fired And I don't got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork And I'm posted up down in Florida, Ft. Lauderdale to that MIA Cold drinks with Grand Marnier To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk White Russian when the sun hits White Russians with tongue tricks I like the feeling of tongue rings She like the way my whole tongue flip She grind hard for tuition She grind hard 'til her teeth chip I make her hide it with gold grills I make her suck it with gold grills In the back room of the VIP, she don't ever sleep... This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to Even if you tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to This ain't nothing to relate to Even if you tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried You tried, you tried, you tried

New Slaves

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Kanye West

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Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill My mama was raised in the era when Clean water was only served to the fairer skin Doin' clothes, you woulda thought I had help But they wasn't satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself You see it's broke nigga racism That's that "Don't touch anything in the store" And it's rich nigga racism That's that "Come in, please buy more" "What you want, a Bentley? Fur coat? A diamond chain? All you blacks want all the same things" Used to only be niggas, now everybody playin' Spendin' everything on Alexander Wang New slaves You see it's leaders and it's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower You see it's leaders and it's followers But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower I throw these Maybach keys I wear my heart on the sleeve I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I see the blood on the leaves I know that we the new slaves I see the blood on the leaves They throwin' hate at me Want me to stay at ease Fuck you and your corporation Y'all niggas can't control me I know that we the new slaves I know that we the new slaves I'm 'bout to wild the fuck out I'm goin' Bobby Boucher I know that pussy ain't free You niggas pussy, ain't me Y'all throwin' contracts at me You know that niggas can't read Throw on some Maybach keys Fuck it, c'est la vie I know that we the new slaves Y'all niggas can't fuck with me Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye Y'all niggas can't fuck with Ye I'll move my family out the country So you can't see where I stay So go and grab the reporters So I can smash their recorders See, they'll confuse us with some bullshit Like the New World Order Meanwhile the DEA Teamed up with the CCA They tryna lock niggas up They tryna make new slaves See, that's that privately owned prison Get your peace today They prolly all in the Hamptons Braggin' 'bout what they made Fuck you and your Hampton house I'll fuck your Hampton spouse Came on her Hampton blouse And in her Hampton mouth Y'all 'bout to turn shit up I'm 'bout to tear shit down I'm 'bout to air shit out Now what the fuck they gon' say now? Nothing bad, nothing bad, noth- Noth-Noth-, -ing bad, noth-noth- Bad, nothing bad, nothing I won't end this high, not this time again So long, so long, so long, you cannot survive And I'm not dyin', and I can't lose I can't lose, no, I can't lose 'Cause I can't leave it to you So let's get too high, get too high again Too high again, too high, ooh hoo-hoo-hoo, woo Yeah, h-h-h-high, h-high-high, high-high high-igh-high-high H-high-igh, yeah, high, high-igh Egyszer a Nap úgy elfáradt (mhm-igh) Elaludt mély zöld tó ölén Az embereknek fájt a sötét Ő megsajnált, eljött közénk [Produced by Che Pope, Sham Joseph, Ben Bronfman, Noah Goldstein, Travis Scott, Mike Dean & Kanye West]

Black Skinhead

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Kanye West

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For my theme song (Black) My leather black jeans on (Black) My by-any-means on Pardon, I'm getting my scream on (Black) Enter the kingdom (Black) But watch who you bring home They see a black man with a white woman At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong Middle America packed in (Black) Came to see me in my black skin (Black) Number one question they're askin' Fuck every question you askin' (Black) If I don't get ran out by Catholics (Black) Here come some conservative Baptists Claiming I'm overreactin' Like them black kids in Chiraq, bitch Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (Down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (Now) But there's nowhere to go (Now) And there's no way to slow (Down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it Stop all that coon shit (Black) Early morning cartoon shit (Black) This is that goon shit Fuck up your whole afternoon shit I'm aware I'm a wolf Soon as the moon hit I'm aware I'm a king Back out the tomb, bitch (Black) Black out the room, bitch (Black) Stop all that coon shit (Black) These niggas ain't doin' shit (Black) Them niggas ain't doin' shit Come on, homie, what happened? You niggas ain't breathin', you gaspin' These niggas ain't ready for action Ready-ready for action-action Four in the mornin', and I'm zonin' I think I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300 like the Romans 300 bitches, where the Trojans? Baby, we livin' in the moment I've been a menace for the longest But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go (Down) I'm doing 500, I'm outta control (Now) But there's nowhere to go (Now) And there's no way to slow (Down) If I knew what I knew in the past I would've been blacked out on your ass God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God! God!

Happy

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Pharrell Williams

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It might seem crazy what I'm 'bout to say Sunshine she's here, you can take a break I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space With the air, like I don't care, baby, by the way (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Here come bad news, talking this and that (Yeah!) Well, give me all you got, don't hold it back (Yeah!) Well, I should probably warn ya, I'll be just fine (Yeah!) No offense to you, don't waste your time, here's why (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Bring me down Can't nothing bring me down My level's too high to bring me down Can't nothing bring me down, I said Bring me down Can't nothing bring me down My level's too high to bring me down Can't nothing bring me down, I said (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do Bring me down Can't nothing bring me down My level's too high to bring me down Can't nothing bring me down, I said... (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (Because I'm happy) Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do (Come on)

Do I Wanna Know?

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Arctic Monkeys

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Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type That sticks around like summat in your teeth? Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep? I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found That makes me think of you somehow an' I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep, spillin' drinks on my settee (Do I wanna know?) If this feelin' flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay (Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day Crawlin' back to you Ever thought of callin' when You've had a few? 'Cause I always do Maybe I'm too Busy bein' yours To fall for somebody new Now, I've thought it through Crawlin' back to you So have you got the guts? Been wonderin' if your heart's still open And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts Simmer down an' pucker up, I'm sorry to interrupt It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of tryin' to kiss you I don't know if you feel the same as I do But we could be together if you wanted to (Do I wanna know?) If this feelin' flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay (Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day Crawlin' back to you (Crawlin' back to you) Ever thought of callin' when You've had a few? (Had a few) 'Cause I always do ('Cause I always do) Maybe I'm too (Maybe I'm too busy) Busy bein' yours (Bein' yours) To fall for somebody new Now, I've thought it through Crawlin' back to you (Do I wanna know?) If this feelin' flows both ways? (Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay (Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day (Do I wanna know?) Too busy bein' yours to fall (Sad to see you go) Ever thought of callin', darlin'? (Do I wanna know?) Do you want me crawlin' back to you?

Cant Take My Eyes Off You

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Frankie Valli

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You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off of you You'd be like Heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you Pardon the way that I stare There's nothing else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night I love you, baby, trust in me when I say: Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay And let me love you, baby, let me love you You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you You'd be like Heaven to touch I wanna hold you so much At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night I love you, baby, trust in me when I say: Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay And let me love you, baby, let me love you I love you, baby, and if it's quite alright I need you, baby, to warm the lonely night I love you, baby, trust in me when I say: Oh, pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay And let me love you, baby, let me love you

Formidable

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Stromae

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Formidable, formidable Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable Nous étions formidables Formidable Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable Nous étions formidables Oh bébé - oups ! - mademoiselle J'vais pas vous draguer, promis juré J'suis célibataire, depuis hier putain ! J'peux pas faire d'enfant et bon c'est pas - Eh reviens ! Cinq minutes quoi ! J't'ai pas insultée J'suis poli, courtois, et un peu fort bourré Et pour les mecs comme moi, vous avez autre chose à faire hein Vous m'auriez vu hier... J'étais... Formidable, formidable Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable Nous étions formidables Formidable Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable Nous étions formidables Eh tu t'es regardé, tu t'crois beau parce que tu t'es marié Mais c'est qu'un anneau, mec, t'emballe pas Elle va t'larguer comme elles le font chaque fois Et puis l'autre fille, tu lui en as parlé ? Si tu veux je lui dis, comme ça c'est réglé Et au p'tit aussi, enfin si vous en avez Attends trois ans, sept ans, et là vous verrez Si c'est... Formidable, formidable Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable Nous étions formidables Formidable Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable Nous étions formidables Et petite - oh pardon ! - petit Tu sais dans la vie y'a ni méchant ni gentil Si Maman est chiante, c'est qu'elle a peur d'être mamie Si Papa trompe Maman, c'est parce que Maman vieillit, tiens Pourquoi t'es tout rouge ? Ben reviens gamin ! Et qu'est-ce que vous avez tous, à me regarder comme un singe, vous ? Ah oui vous êtes saints, vous ! Bande de macaques ! Donnez-moi un bébé singe, il sera... Formidable, formidable Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable Nous étions formidables Formidable Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable Nous étions formidables

0 to 100 / The Catch Up

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Drake

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Fuck bein' on some chill shit We go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick They be on that rap-to-pay-the-bills shit And I don't feel that shit, not even a little bit Oh, Lord, know yourself, know your worth, nigga My actions been louder than my words, nigga How you so high, but still so down to Earth, nigga? Niggas wanna do it, we can do it on they turf, nigga Oh, Lord, I'm the rookie and the vet Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin' down the set All up in my phone, lookin' at pictures from the other night She gon' be upset if she keep scrollin' to the left, dawg She gon' see some shit that she don't wanna see She ain't ready for it If I ain't the greatest, then I'm headed for it Yeah, that mean I'm way up (Way up) Yeah, the 6 ain't friendly, but that's where I lay up This shit a mothafuckin' lay-up I been Steph Curry with the shot Been cookin' with the sauce, Chef Curry with the pot, boy 360 with the wrist, boy Ayy, who the fuck them niggas is, boy? OVO, man, we really with the shits, boy Yeah, really with the shits I should prolly sign to Hit-Boy 'cause I got all the hits, boy Fuck all that "Drake, you gotta chill" shit I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit Fuck all that rap-to-pay-your-bills shit Yeah, I'm on some Raptors-pay-my-bills shit All up on TV, I thought it'd make me richer Wasn't payin' me enough, I needed somethin' quicker So now I'm all in Niko basement puttin' work in on the phones Either that or drive to Money Mart to make the pickups Man, it's 2008, I'm tryna paint the picture Comeback Season in the works and now I'm thinkin' bigger I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night Gotta watch that shit, don't want to make him sicker That's my nigga Oh, Lord, got a whole lot to show for it I mean, we can really get it, we can go for it I'm just here for the bucks and the billis, nigga Don't make me kill one of the GOATs for it I run this shit, they like, "Go Forrest Run Forrest, run Forrest, go Forrest" Yeah, I mean you already wrote for us Damn, nigga, what's one more quote for us? Oh, Lord, who else soundin' like this? They ain't make me what I am, they just found me like this I was ready... fuck that, I've been ready Since my dad used to tell me He was comin' to the house to get me He ain't show up Valuable lesson, man, I had to grow up That's why I never ask for help I'll do it for you niggas and do it for myself I go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, whole squad on that real shit 0 to 100, nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga Whole squad on that real shit Whole squad on that real shit Whole squad on that real shit, yeah The other night Lavish Lee told me that I'm all these people listen to She said they love me unconditional Imagine how it feel to watch another nigga at the top You know that if you wasn't you, you would be dissin' you, dawg Damn, okay, from that perspective I see what you're talkin' 'bout, no way to soften that 'Cause me, I was tryna find out where I lost 'em at But maybe I ain't lose 'em at all Maybe I keep movin' forward and they're just stagnant They ain't movin' at all But when they need a favor, who do they call? Maybe I'm searchin' for the problems Askin' what was said and who was involved Too focused on people's feedback and provin' 'em wrong They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it's on These days feel like I'm squeezin' in 'em Whoever wore 'em before just wasn't thinkin' big enough I'm 'bout to leave 'em with 'em 'Cause if I run in the game in these, man, the seams are splittin' No pun intended but they're smellin' defeat in the air Headed where nobody took it, who meetin' me there? They tell him that he's talkin' crazy but he doesn't care Bein' humble don't work as well as bein' aware Listen up, boy, you're better off eavesdroppin' We already got spring 2015 poppin' PND droppin', Reps-up P droppin' Majid Jordan droppin', OB droppin', not to mention me droppin' Feel like we paid the refs off, man, we fixed the game Me and Noel been at it before Twitter names Yeah, been on the move like the lease is up And I can't even name one person that's keepin' up Damn, fuck how it was in the past tense Ask yourself, how do we match up now? 'Cause I'm only 27 and I'm only gettin' better If I haven't passed you yet, watch me catch up now, for real Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up Could it be the way that I'll catch up

Bound 2

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Kanye West

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B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love Bound to fall in love Uh-huh, honey All them other niggas lame, and you know it now When a real nigga hold you down, you s'posed to drown Bound to fall in love (Bound) B-B-B-B-Bound to fall in love (Bound) Uh-huh, honey What you doin' in the club on a Thursday? She say she only here for her girl birthday They ordered champagne but still look thirsty Rock Forever 21 but just turned thirty I know I got a bad reputation Walk-around-always-mad reputation Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation I turnt the nightclub out of the basement I'll turn the plane around, your ass keep complainin' How you gon' be mad on vacation? Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans Uh, this that prom shit This that what-we-do-don't-tell-your-mom shit This that red-cup-all-on-the-lawn shit Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, bitch I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin' With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey) Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures One good girl is worth a thousand bitches Bound (Bound to fall in love) Bound (Bound to fall in love) Uh-huh, honey I wanna fuck you hard on the sink After that, give you somethin' to drink Step back, can't get spunk on the mink I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think? Hey, you remember where we first met? Okay, I don't remember where we first met But hey, admittin' is the first step And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgivin' So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches? Maybe we could still make it to the church steps But first, you gon' remember how to forget After all these long-ass verses I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin' With nobody to love, nobody, nobody So just grab somebody, no leavin' this party With nobody to love, nobody, nobody Uh-huh, honey Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth Bound to fall in love Bound Bound to fall in love Bound Uh-huh, honey [Produced by Kanye West and Che Pope with additional production from Eric Danchild, Noah Goldstein, No ID and Mike Dean]

My Nigga

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YG

{Jeezy,"Rich Homie Quan"}

Mustard on the beat, ho! I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!) My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga Yeah! First thing's first I love all my niggas This rap shit cracked and I involve my niggas You lookin' for some lean, lemme call my nigga He sell it for the high, I need all mines nigga Some niggas smoke smoke, some niggas drink drank Got niggas on the block with the Glock that don't think I said, "that's a nigga back up," they in a bucket lapped up I got to act right if you niggas wanna act up He talkin' like a snitch, no, that ain't my nigga He trippin' off a bitch, no, that ain't my nigga Take a nigga case, yeah that's my nigga Know him since I was eight, yeah that's my nigga Fucked my first bitch, passed her to my nigga Hit my first lick, passed with my nigga (My nigga) Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas I ride for my niggas, fuck them other niggas I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas My nigga, my nigga (Dope boys, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga (YG my niggas!) My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga (It's the muthafucking world) Just know I'm down with the niggas down for me I got two words for you, love and loyalty It was me and my nigga, trippin' on a half a B Then we used to hit a mall and buy everything we see Me and my down ass nigga get twisted Nigga get to trippin', knock the gravy out your biscuit Just know I fucked with you the long way, my nigga So when I see you out I'm like, "Hey, my nigga!" Drink that act right by the case, my niggas Drink that act right and get straight with my niggas Me and my nigga ridin' dirty tryna chase them figures Who got the yopper, who got the yola? Don't matter, go figure I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!) My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga My nigga got cake, my nigga got weight My nigga fronted me, he the reason I'm straight My nigga got a house, my nigga got a lake My nigga we eatin', my nigga get a plate And we're still hittin' licks, my nigga, my nigga Runnin' off a nigga shit, my nigga, my nigga I fucked a nigga bitch with my nigga, my nigga If a nigga talkin' shit then he ain't my nigga My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) YG my nigga and I ain't goin' in, ain't tryna leave my niggas Shawty seein' me and want to leave with a nigga But it wasn't enough room cause I came with my niggas My niggas, my niggas I need a set of wings cause I'm too fly, nigga And I'm all about my business like a suit and tie nigga I ride for my niggas (Believe that) I said that I'ma ride for my motherfuckin' niggas Most likely I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin' outside all day with my niggas And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my niggas My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga (My muthafucking niggas!) My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga Yeah...

Forbidden Fruit

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J. Cole

{"Kendrick Lamar"}

Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip Lil' sip, took a lil' sip Took a lil' sip, t-took a lil', took a lil', took a lil' sip Ayo, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Where niggas hold tech's like they mad at the ref That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check And if so, you gotta expect To sip juice from the forbidden fruit and get loose Cole is the king, most definite My little black book thicker than the Old Testament Niggas pay for head but the pussy sold separate Same bitch giving brains to the minister The same reason they call Mr. Cee the finisher Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple Slick with words don't hate me, son What you eat don't make me shit and who you fuck don't make me cum Put a price on my head won't make me run Try to kill me but it can't be done 'Cause my words gon' live forever You put two and two together Cole here forever Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Take a seat baby girl you've been all in my mind I know I ain't called gotta pardon my grind Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine 'Came a man by myself, only father was time I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit So she raised that nigga kids but she swallowing mine And that's why you all on my mind All on my line like caller number nine 'Cause a nigga poppin' like Harlem in the nine-seven Way before Mase was a reverend I was a young nigga making A's at 11 Or 12, trying to get a taste of the Heaven Or Hell, only time gon' tell Fuck her while her mama home, "baby, don't yell" How many records do a nigga gotta sell Just to get the cover of the XXL Or Fader, fuck your magazine hater When I say that I'm the greatest I ain't talking about later I'ma drop the album same day as Kanye Just to show the Boyz the man now like Wanyá And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends But this what's next, the boy sick, can't disinfect Life's a bitch and her pussy's wet My clip is loaded and this is the kiss of... death Blaow Me and my bitch, took a little trip Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no) Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Bitches come and go (You know that) Money come and go (You know that) Love come and go (Don't shit last) Don't shit last, don't shit last and you know that Went to hell, got hot didn't melt The only man above me is God himself All these other niggas is below me Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi What up Queens Cole is the King and you know that Started with a dollar and a dream, and you know that Never give a bird bitch a ring, you should know that Bitch, bitch That should be my new ad lib I got a new one. I finally got a cool ad lib Be at all the shows everybody be like, bitch Bitch, bitch Or you can do the low cool shit, bitch Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go Yeah pull over right here, to the right Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over Ight, look look, park right here I'ma be out it'll be like thirty minutes tops It'll be like thirty minutes, I'll be right back out, ight Bitches come and go, bitches come and Yo, yo what up, what's popping, I'm back, I'm back Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece Nah the gold, the rose gold joint, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some What's, what the fuck is that platinum Is that? What's that chain right there Is that-ss-ss white gold, that's platinum Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again, niggas doing, niggas ain't even platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make Yo I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas Let me see that one too, the wat, the watch, the platinum watch

Villuminati

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J. Cole

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I'm a born sinner But I die better than that, I swear It's way darker this time *Laughs* Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov, now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Cole, time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Sometimes I brag like Hov, sometimes I'm real like Pac Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot You niggas famous on the internet, I'm real life hot, homie Get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up My verbal AK slay faggots And I don't mean no disrespect whenever I say faggot, okay, faggot? Uh, don't be so sensitive If you want to get fucked in the ass that's between you and whoever else's dick it is Pause, maybe that line was too far Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are And who can blame ya? Boy Meets World, I'm tryna find a new Topanga And bang her out, no hanging out My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute, that's strange Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck it If the hoes like it I love it, nigga, nigga, nigga Used to watch Rap City, Big Tigga, Tigga Rap nerd, even copped Rah Diggah, Diggah Pac had a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie I was only like 11 so forgive me A decade later I'd be all up in the city Tryna get Hov to fuck with me With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand When he said he didn't want it it was fuck him again One day, he gon' regret playing me Little did I know in a year he'd be fucking paying me, what could you say to me? I Beat the odds like Vegas, I used to rap about haters Before niggas was hating me, now they hate to see A young black man with a college degree Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Got the game back, and I ain't ever letting go I'm the prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli You niggas couldn't blow with C4 strapped to your belly I snuck up out the parts where niggas be living heartless And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli And so I'm wondering really what could you actually tell me I'm tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully So, back with this pen to give back for my sins Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas sorry Never seen his pops 'cause he's sorry Fucked up education, would ask for reparations But I'm probably just gon' go and buy Ferraris, vroom Please forgive him According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him But the Devil run the TV so the demons in 'em I'm in trouble Did a deal with the Devil, now I'm pleading with him Like give me my soul My nigga, I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again Please give me my soul I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again Please give me my soul I ain't ever letting go But the Devil don't play fair I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati Fuck everybody I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati These next three bars is dedicated to the retards Keep on asking me about the Illuminati; Is you stupid, nigga? Young black millionaire Old white billionaires, I'm sure that they can do without me And I ain't really into sacrificing human bodies Couple more A's I would've been a summa cuma laude Beyoncé told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti That shit is more than what I'm worth, I think she knew it probably Well this is awkward, awkward Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with I'm praying I don't see 'em at the Oscars, Oscars Hey J. Cole, this way, hey Oh, hey, what's up? What's goin' on with you? Okay Big smile, man, big smile, let me see that crooked smile J. Cole, J. Cole, this way, look this way Oh friend hug, friend hug, just keep it friendly We friends, friends Re-adjustin' my target audience, 'cause it's obvious I've gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds What's playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career Crash and burning, the thing that I mostly fear Was on track for the first two years until I let the Devil steer Now what have we here? Mask my tears, but I I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again I ain't ever letting go I ain't ever letting you go again Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole My nigga Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole My nigga Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Sometimes I brag like Hov Born sinner

Let Nas Down

rap

J. Cole

{}

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein' born Same time my man is murdered; the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also what defines my name Yeah, long live the idols, may they never be your rivals 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you 'bout to hear is a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin I used to print out Nas' raps and tape 'em up on my wall My niggas thought they was words, but it was pictures I saw And since I wanted to draw, I used to read them in awe Then he dropped Stillmatic, rocked the cleanest velour Fast forward, who'd a thought that I would meet him on tour I'm earnin' stripes now, a nigga got Adidas galore Backstage I shook his hand, let 'em know that he's the man When he said he was a fan it was too hard to understand No time to soak up the moment though 'cause I was in a jam Hov askin' where's the record that the radio could play And I was strikin' out for months, 9th inning, feelin' fear Jeter under pressure, made the biggest hit of my career But at first, that wasn't clear, niggas had no idea Dion called me when it dropped, sounded sad but sincere Told me Nas heard your single and he hate that shit Said, "You the one, yo, why you make that shit?" I can't believe I let Nas down Damn, my heart sunk to my stomach I can't believe I let Nas down I got defensive on the phone Resentment was in my tone, fuck it Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin I couldn't help but think that maybe I had made a mistake I mean, you made "You Owe Me" Dog, I thought that you could relate But while I shot up the charts You mean tellin' me that I was not up to par When I followed my heart Granted, my heart was tainted By my mind that kept on sayin' "Where's the hits?" You ain't got none You know Jay'll never put your album out without none And, dog, you know how come Labels are archaic, formulaic with they outcome They don't know, they just study the charts Me, I studied the shows, the fans, study they hearts I had a feelin' I was killin', and this music we were spillin' out Would change lives forever, fuck the label, put it out Friday Night Lights blew, that was classic number two Now it seemed as if the Nas comparisons was comin' true Still no release date from the label, are they insane? Gucc told me play the game to change the game But on the way I let Nas down I got no one to blame I'm ashamed, I let Nas down But this is God's plan, you can never understand, fuck it Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin I always believed in the bigger picture If I could get them niggas to listen outside my core Then I can open the door Reintroduce 'em to honesty, show 'em that they need more The difference between the pretenders and the Kendrick Lamars And so, I took the fall Like the son of the Lord on the cross Dyin' for that fake shit you niggas bought For the past decade If I should pass, please let this be my last essay Therefore I write from the heart Apologies to OG's for sacrificin' my art But I'm here for a greater purpose I knew right from the start I'm just a man of the people, not above but equal And for the greater good I walk amongst the evil Don't cry, Mama, this the life I choose myself Just pray along the way that I don't lose myself This is for the nigga that said that Hip-Hop was dead I went to Hell to resurrect it How could you fail to respect it? Letting Nas down, I got the phone call Quietly I mourned, dog, I let Nas down Yeah, and on this flight May I never lose sight, fuck it Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals 'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible Now what you just heard's a tale of glory and sin No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin

Rich Niggaz

rap

J. Cole

{}

Ayo, ayo, ayo, ah, ayo, ah Ayo, ayo, ayo, ah Yeah I hate rich niggas, god damn it 'Cause I ain't never had a lot, damn it Who you had to kill? Who you had to rob? Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top, damn it? Or maybe that's daddy money, escalator, no ladder money Escalade, new Caddy money Worst fear going broke cause I'm bad with money Crooked smile nigga, momma never had the money, damn I ain't tripping Nigga Jordan and I ain't Pippen, yeah Up the steps, I ain't slipping Tears, blood, sweat, and I ain't cripping Here's a song you can sing along with When you down on some let you know you ain't alone shit When your momma ain't at home cause she got a second job Delivering pizzas, you think she out here getting robbed Please God watch her I know how niggas do Half cracker but a nigga too Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops How he was a dog, now look at you I ain't bad as that nigga, plus dawg, I'm a grown man now I ain't mad at that nigga But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke Refund checks, used that to float Momma gets depressed, falls in love with the next maniac On crack, use that to cope Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope Writing rhymes, tryna bring back the hope Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat Could've drowned, but I grabbed the rope And there go you, and there go you, and there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew And there go you, and there go you, and there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew Sing, you got what I want, I got what you need "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" You got what I want, I got what you need "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" I hate rich niggas, god damn it 'Cause I ain't never had a lot, damn it Niggas can't front on the flows you got But every fucking verse how much dough you got Homie, don't quit now Hear my shit and tried to switch now Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just now Ain't there more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you? I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power, fuck it more to you Saw through you and it made me ashamed that I played the game Not for mo' money like Damon Wayans Wanted the respect but it came with fame I just wanted love but this ain't the same I took a train down memory lane And watched lil Jermaine do his thang before he made a name It's like Sony signed Basquiat He gave it all he got, and now a nigga don't paint the same, damn I guess he can't complain All the money that be raining in Spend a hundred thou for the chain again Think of old school niggas like Dana Dane Probably kill for another claim to fame, my brain the same Yeah, nigga, at least he ain't insane At least he ain't insane You ain't crazy, motherfucker, you just afraid of change That's new, maybe that's true But listen here, I got a bigger fear Of one day that I become you When I become lost and I become heartless And numb from all the Ménages Just one bitch don't feel the same no more And Henny don't really kill the pain no more Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain Cause I can't maintain no more Tad bit extreme I know Money can't save your soul But there go you And there go you, and there go you, and there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew And there go you, and there go you, and there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew Sing, you got what I want, I got what you need "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" You got what I want, I got what you need "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?" "How much for your soul, Anna?"

She Knows

rap

J. Cole

{Cults,"Amber Coffman"}

She knows She knows, ayy Bad things happen to the people you love And you find yourself praying up to heaven above But honestly, I've never had much sympathy 'Cause those bad things, I always saw them coming for me I'm gonna run, run away (Oh, I), run run away, run away (Oh, I-I-I) Run away and never come back (Well, all right) Run run away, run run away (Oh, I), run away (Oh, I-I-I) Show 'em that your color is black (Well, all right) Damned if I do, damned if I don't You know I got a girl back home You got a man what you want, what you want? What these bitches want from a nigga? On some DMX shit, huh I know them other niggas love tricking On some BMX shit, but not me Now I'm sure you done heard about me A black star, Mos Def, Kweli Good so them bad hoes try me, they try me This is Martin Luther King in the club, getting dubs With a bad bitch in his ear, sayin' that she down for whatever In the back of his mind is Coretta And she knows, she knows And I know she knows, and I know she knows And deep down, she knows, she knows And I know she knows, and I know she knows Well, all right, oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, all right Oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, all right Damned if I do, shit, damned if I don't I'm passing up on bad hoes Trying to be the man that she want, what she want? What she-What she want from a nigga? To put a ring on it Got a bitch on my dick right now And she just want to sing on it Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie Dancehall vibes with my pants on fire 'Cause I told her I was sleep 'Cause I creep with this pretty young thing that I chose She could be doing the same thing, I suppose And she knows, she knows And I know she knows, and I know she knows And deep down, she knows, she knows And I know she knows, and I know she knows Well, all right, oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, all right Oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, all right Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up" Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up" Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up Rest in peace to Aaliyah Rest in peace to Left Eye (Left Eye) Michael Jackson, I'll see ya Just as soon as I die (I die) Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie Well, all right, oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, all right Oh, I, oh, I-I-I I can't be what you want from me, well, all right Run away, run away- Back Run away, run away- Back Run away, run away- Back Run away, run away- Back

Blood on the Leaves

rap

Kanye West

{}

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to clear my mind now It's been racin' since the summertime Now I'm holdin' down the summer now And all I want is what I can't buy now 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now And I told you to wait Yeah, I told you to wait So I'ma need a little more time now 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now And I thought you could wait Yeah, I thought you could wait These bitches surroundin' me (Black bodies) All want something out me Then they talk about me Would be lost without me We could've been somebody Thought you'd be different 'bout it Now I know you naughty So let's get on with it We could've been somebody 'stead you had to tell somebody Let's take it back to the first party When you tried your first molly And came out of your body And came out of your body Running naked down the lobby And you was screamin' that you love me Before the limelight tore ya Before the limelight stole ya Remember we were so young When I would hold you Before the blood on the leaves I know there ain't wrong with me Something strange is happenin' You could've been somebody We could've, ugh, we could've been somebody Or was it on the first party When we tried our first molly And came out of our body And came out of our body Before they call lawyers Before you tried to destroy us How you gon' lie to the lawyer? It's like I don't even know ya I gotta bring it back to the 'nolia Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas I ride with my niggas, I'd die for my... To all my second-string bitches, tryin' get a baby Tryin' get a baby, now you talkin' crazy I don't give a damn if you used to talk to JAY-Z He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert He only wanna see that ass in reverse Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid Then she said she pregnant-ated, that's the night your heart died Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort that Now your driver say that new Benz, you can't afford that All that cocaine on the table, you can't snort that That go into that, all that money that the court got All in on that alimony, uh Yeah-yeah, she got you, homie, yeah 'Til death, but do your part, uh Unholy matrimony That summer night holdin' long and long, 'din long Now waiting for the summer rose and (Breeze) And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And breathe and breathe And live and learn And live and learn And livin' and livin' like I'm lonely Lonely, lonely And livin' all I have And livin' all And live And live

I Am a God

rap

Kanye West

{God}

Blazin', mi don't want dem Mi need dem Blazin Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt And now she find out what life is really worth No to X rated I am a God I am a God I am a God I am a God Hurry up with my damn massage Hurry up with my damn ménage Get the Porsche out the damn garage I am a God Even though I'm a man of God My whole life in the hand of God So y'all better quit playin' with God Soon as they like you make 'em unlike you Cause kissin' people ass is so unlike you The only rapper compared to Michael So here's a few hatin'-ass niggas to fight you And here's a few snake-ass niggas to bite you And I don't even wanna hear 'bout what niggas might do Old niggas mentally still in high school Since the tight jeans they ain't never liked you Pink-ass polos with a fuckin' backpack But everybody know you brought real rap back Nobody had swag, man, we the Rat Pack Virgil, Pyrex, Don C snapback Ibn diamond, Chi-town shinin' Monop' in this bitch again, changed the climate Hop in this bitch to give Saint the garment Until the day I get struck by lightning I am a God So hurry up with my damn massage In a French-ass restaurant Hurry up with my damn croissants I am a God I am a God I am a God Ahh! Ahh! I just talked to Jesus He said, "What up, Yeezus?" I said, "Shit-I'm chillin' Tryna stack these millions" I know he the most high But I am a close high Mi casa, su casa That's our cosa nostra I am a God I am a God I am a God Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ain't no way I'm givin' up, I'm a God

Collard Greens

rap

ScHoolboy Q

{"Kendrick Lamar"}

Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh Yo, yo Oh, oh, luxury Chidi-ching-ching, could buy anything, cop that Oh, oh, collard greens Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that Oh, oh, down with the shit Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit Cop this, pop this, down with the shit Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver Watch this, no tick, yeah I'm the nigga Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiendin' Give me, give me, give me some Freak the freckles off your face Frenchy, freakin', swappin' tongue Click my link and spread your buns Lose your denim, make it numb Blow it, baby, no Saddam (Icky-icky, icky-icky) Fuckin' in the car service, thank me for the car pool Chromosome, part full, probly off a Norco And gas, not the Arco, poppin' since the intro You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo Oh, oh, luxury Chidi-ching-ching, could buy anything, cop that Oh, oh, collard greens Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that Oh, oh, down with that shit Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit Cop this, pop this, down with the shit Hold up, biatch! This yo' favorite song Translation: Ven aquí, mami, ese culo Tu quieres coger mis huevos, y papi me desespero Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron Let's get it - nights like this, I'm a knight like this Sword in my hand, I fight like this And I'm more than a man, I'm a god Bitch, touché, en garde Toupée drop and her two tits pop Out of that tank top and bra And when I say "Doo-doo-doo-doo," bitch, that be K. Dot She want some more of this I give her more of this, I owe her this In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, on forgis I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this And focus, and slow it down Alright, let me blow this bitch I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest Watch it, your optics poppin' out, you look the weirdest Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steerin', ah! Oh, oh, luxury Chidi-ching-ching, could buy anything, cop that Oh, oh, collard greens Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that Oh, oh, down with that shit Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit Cop this, pop this, down with the shit Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him Guns in the basement, out they have a problem Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana Function on fire, burn the roof off this mothafucka Psych ward is ballin', go craze like no other Weed steady blowin', pass the blunt to my momma Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin' Faded, faded, faded, right? Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight Meet me at the W, and no, it's not the Westside Stick it up your SoutHside (Icky-icky, icky-icky) Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude What these niggas make a year I spend that on my daughter shoes Smokin' weed and drinkin', all the college students lovin' Q We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too Oh, oh, luxury Chidi-ching-ching, could buy anything, cop that Oh, oh, collard greens Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that Oh, oh, down with that shit Drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit Hey, oh, oh, down with the shit Cop this, pop this, down with the shit

Hold My Liquor

rap

Kanye West

{}

I can hold my liquor But this man can't handle his weed Dark and lonely now On Chicago, south of town I'm onto Indiana I heard it in the radio now I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas, they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me Bitch, I'm back out my coma, wakin' up on your sofa When I parked my Range Rover, slightly scratched your Corolla Okay, I smashed your Corolla I'm hangin' on a hangover, five years we been over Ask me why I came over, one more hit and I can own ya One more fuck and I can own ya, one cold night in October Pussy had me floatin', feel like Deepak Chopra Pussy had me dead, might call 2Pac over Yeezy's all on your sofa, these the Red Octobers Still ain't learn me no manners, you love me when I ain't sober You love me when I'm hungover, even when I blow doja Then her auntie came over, skinny bitch with no shoulders Tellin' you that I'm bogus, bitch, you don't even know us "Baby girl, he's a loner, baby girl, he's a loner" Late-night organ donor, after that, he disown ya After that he's just hopeless, soul mates become soulless "When it's over it's over," and, bitch, I'm back out my coma Callin' up your uncle's place Shit's all over the place I don't hear your phone Oh, I wanna phone home I can't handle no liquor But these bitches can't handle me I can't control my niggas And my niggas, they can't control me You say you know me, my nigga But you really just know the old me I heard you need a new fad (A new girl, a new girl) I heard you need a new stack (A new girl, a new girl) I heard you need a new phone (A new girl, a new girl) I know your 'rents ain't be home (A new girl, a new girl) Callin' up your uncle's place (A new girl, a new girl) Shit's all over the place (A new girl, a new girl) I don't hear your phone (A new girl, a new girl) Oh, I wanna phone home (A new girl, a new girl)

Im In It

rap

Kanye West

{}

Damn, your lips very soft As I turn my Blackberry off And I turn your bathwater on And you turn off your iPhone Careless whispers, eye fuckin', bitin' ass Neck, ears, hair, legs, eating ass Your pussy's too good, I need to crash Your titties, let 'em out, free at last Thank God almighty, they free at last We was up at the party but we was leavin' fast Had to stop at 7-Eleven like I needed gas I'm lyin', I needed condoms, don't look through the glass Chasin' love, all the bittersweet hours lost Eatin' Asian pussy, all I need was sweet and sour sauce Tell your boss you need an extra hour off Get you super wet after we turn the shower off That's all dem can do (Say wah? Say wah? Say wah? Say wah?) That's all dem can do We deal with action ting Just a badman ting a-dat man do Action ting, yo, a badman ting I'm a badman if you know say Disrespect we no tek, no way José Try that 'pon February the 30th That's right, couldn't try that no day When we roll 'round 'pon your block Nuh badda feel seh we won't spray, like a aerosol can When we roll 'round 'pon your block Nuh badda feel seh we won't spray, like an aerosol can We a gon' smile 'pon court day Becuh we beat murder charge like O.J That's right, I'm in it (Should've known I would fall) I'm in it (Steppin' on cracks on the floor) That's right (And your boys at your door) That's right, I'm in it (Well, you need to fight for your own) That's right, I'm in it (Then don't let me at your table) I'm in it (If you just gonna lay there) Damn right (Fist jumps in the air, you love flame wars) (I'll be gone long, grab that ass, shed your clothes) Uh, picked up where we left off Uh, I need you home when I get off Uh, you know I need that wet mouth Uh, I know you need that reptile Uh, she cut from a different textile Uh, she love different kinds of sex now Uh, black girl sippin' white wine Put my fist in her like a civil rights sign And grabbed it with a slight grind And held it 'til the right time Then she came like AAAAAHHH! That's why I'm in it and I can't get out That's all dem can do (Say wah? Say wah? Say wah? Say wah?) That's why I'm in it and I can't get out (That's all dem can do) That's all dem can do We deal with action ting Just a badman ting a-dat man do That's right I'm in it I'll be gone long, grab that ass, shed your clothes Say you long for me, for you Lay it off with all your rules Star fucker Star fucker Star fucker Who, where? Time to take it too far now Uh, Michael Douglas out the car now Uh, got the kids-and-the-wife life Uh, but can't wake up from the nightlife Uh, I'm so scared of my demons Uh, I go to sleep with a nightlight Uh, my mind move like a Tron bike Uh, pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist Uh, I'm finna start a new movement Uh, being led by the drums Uh, I'm a rap-lic priest Uh, gettin' head by the nuns Uh, they don't play what I'm playin' Uh, they don't see what I'm sayin' Uh, they be ballin' in the D-League Uh, I be speakin' Swaghili

Palm Trees

rap

Flatbush Zombies

{}

So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) Lions don't lose sleep over the 'pinion of sheep On the road to the riches, money sticking to my cleats I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky Meech Niggas with the most opinions usually have the least It's funny how now rappers be on their druggy shit Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied shit Acid pack a hundred hits, shroom caps and hash bricks Trippy like that Destiny Child chick on 106 This white bitch had the fucking nerve to call me a nigga When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger Do you get the bigger picture? Shit is backwards, my nigga You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon This shit is straight absurd, do not hate me cause your life is shitty I show no pity, you turd, you better off in the dirt Now you better off dead, like the title of my work So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) Every day; me and Mary Jane You might say I'm addicted, but me, I'm truly lifted Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce Mary never cheat me Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and deceive me Spread it even, even, hash wax in the evening Dab or die trying, on the road to Zion Damn, they try and stick me for my paper They trying to take me under, I've seen it through the vapors Jealous ones still envy, got a couple real with me And my bitch will talk some shit and smoke the kil' with me Meech will hide the body, enough of that though They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet They screaming "Zombies!" out in England But I'm on the block with Mary, pushing and dreaming Ah ah ah, I'm feeling myself Thizzle, fo' shizzle, my nizzle, spitting riddles on instrumentals Trippy life, blotter in the night Fill my appetite (Fill my appetite) So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be your kin Pay your dues, man, I gotta choose, whether I lose or win this Foe or friend, can't determine the difference The instance they see you peaking, they pussy be leaking fluid My nigga, what is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick I'm proving I'm sadistic as sin, as I'm making murderous music We don't rep the same things, nah, don't bother confuse it So much stressing on my brain, momma think I'ma lose it Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my carry on Why you hating niggas acting nonchalant (Honest, brah) Fuck your publication that say I'm a third wheel Architect build your mind, set stress but won't swell Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so chill I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your image Not offended when you call me genius, all that means is So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me) So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand, then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me (So when you throw shade, it could never harm me)

The Motion

rap

Drake

{Sampha}

It's not me and you, it's not me it's you You're reckless and you know it, they don't love you like I do Say you're moving on, well, I guess that's just the motion I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion I don't have a fuck to give, I've been moving state to state In my leather and my Timbs like it's 1998 And my dog Chubby Chub, that's my nigga from the way On the Eastside of the city, that's where everybody stay Seem like everybody calling 'cause they want me on their song It's like every time I touch it I could never do no wrong When they need a favor from you, man, they don't leave you alone But I guess that's just the motion, yeah Then that phone doesn't ring When they got everything, that's the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, looking back on it, at least my pride is intact 'Cause we said "no strings attached" and I still got tied up in that Everything that I write is either for her or about her So I'm with her even when I'm here without her and she know it The girl that I wanna save is like a danger to my health Try being with somebody that wanna be somebody else I always thought she was perfect when she was being herself Don't even know how to help, but I guess that's just the motion, yeah She'll probably come around Soon as I settle down, that's the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Nothing less and nothing more I hear your heart hit the floor I guess that's just the motion Talking to you is not enough, no I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion Yeah

Versace Remix

rap

Migos

{Drake}

(Zaytoven) Yeah Oh shit, man, who that is? Shoutout Migos, shoutout Zaytoven one time That's Migos and Drake at the Versace store Versace, Versace Medusa head on me like I'm Illuminati (Versace!) This is a gated community Please get the fuck off the property (gate!) Rap must be changin' 'Cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me (woo!) Niggas be wantin' a verse for a verse But man, that's not a swap to me (nah!) Drownin' in compliments Pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis (Metropolis?) I think I'm sellin' a million first week Man, I guess I'm a optimist (milli!) Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us (go!) What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars, boy Versace, Versace We stay at the mansion when we in Miami The pillows Versace, the sheets are Versace I just won a Grammy (woo!) I been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he plannin'?" (What?) Just make sure that you got a back up plan 'Cause that shit might come in handy (go, go!) Started a label, the album is comin' September Just wait on it (just wait on it!) This year I'm eatin' your food And my table got so many plates on it (so many!) (damn!) Hundred-inch TV at my house I sit back like "Damn, I look great on it!" (damn, I look good!) I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga Don't ask for my take on it (don't ask for my opinion!) Speakin' in lingo, man, this for my nigga That trap out the bando (bando, bando!) This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano (brr, brr, brr!) Fuck all your feelin' 'cause business is business It's strictly financial (business is business!) I'm always the first one to get it, man That's how you lead by example (I got it!) Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace (Versace!) Word in New York is the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me Papi (woo, woo) I'm all on the low Take a famous girl out where there's no paparazzi (flash!) I'm tryna give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me (smash!) Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Medusa head on me like I'm Illuminati I know that you like it Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy Versace, Versace I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi My plug, he John Gotti He give me the ducks, I know that they're mighty Shoes and shirt Versace Your bitch want in on my pockets She ask me why my drawers silk I told that bitch "Versace" Cheetah print on my sleeve But I ain't never been in the jungle Try to take my sack Better run with it, nigga, don't fumble Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace You can do Truey, I do it Versace You copped the Honda, I copped the Mazi You smoke the mid, I smoke exotic I set the trend, you niggas copy Cookin' this dope like I work at Hibachi Look at the watch, it blow hot like some Taki Come in my room, my sheet Versace When I go to sleep I dream Versace Medusa, Medusa, Medusa These niggas, they wishin' they knew you They coppin' the Truey, remixin' the Louis My blunts is fat as Rasputia In a striped shirt like I'm Tony the Tiger I'm beatin' the pot, call me Michael Lot of you niggas that copy Look at my closet, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace King of Versace, Medusa my wifey My car is Versace, I got stripes on my Mazi I'm dressin' so nicely they can't even copy You'd think I'm Egyptian, this gold on my body Money my mission, two bitches They kissin', my diamonds is pissin', my swag is exquisite Young Offset no preacher but you niggas listen Them blue and white diamonds, they look like the Pistons Codeine sippin', Versace, I'm grippin' Them bands in my pocket, you know that I'm livin' I'm draped up in gold, but no Pharaoh Rockin' handcuffs: that's Ferragamo Bricks by the boat, overload I think I'm the don but no Rocco This the life that I chose Bought out the store, can't go back no more Versace my clothes while I'm sellin' them bows Versace take over, it took out my soul Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

Holy Grail

rap

JAY-Z

{"Justin Timberlake"}

You'd take the clothes off my back and I'd let you You'd steal the food right out my mouth and I'd watch you eat it I still don't know why Why I love it so much (Thanks for warning me) Oh (Thanks for warning me) You curse my name in spite to put me to shame Hang my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean, give it up for fame But I still don't know why Why I love it so much (Thanks for warning me) Yeah (Thanks for warning me) And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day, you're screamin' you love me loud The next day, you're so cold One day, you're here, one day, you're there One day, you care, you're so unfair Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over Holy Grail Uh, uh, uh Blue told me remind you niggas, uh Fuck that shit y'all talkin' 'bout, I'm the nigga, uh Caught up in all these lights and cameras, uh But look what that shit did to Hammer, uh Goddamn it, I like it Bright lights is enticin' But look what it did to Tyson All that money in one night Thirty mil' for one fight But soon as all that money blows All the pigeons take flight Fuck the fame, keep cheatin' on me What I do? I took her back Fool me twice, that's my bad I can't even blame her for that Enough to make me wanna murder Momma, please just get my bail I know nobody to blame Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself, uh And we all just entertainers And we're stupid and contagious No, we all just entertainers And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day, you're screamin' you love me loud The next day, you're so cold One day, you're here, one day, you're there One day, you care, you're so unfair Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over Holy Grail Now I got tattoos on my body Psycho bitches in my lobby I got haters in the paper Photo shoots with paparazzi Can't even take my daughter for a walk See 'em by the corner store I feel like I'm cornered off Enough is enough, I'm callin' this off Who the fuck I'm kiddin' though? I'm gettin' high, sittin' low Slidin' by in that big body Curtains all in my window This fame hurt, but this chain worse I think back you asked the same person If this is all you had to deal with Nigga, deal with, this shit ain't work This light work, camera snappin', my eyes hurt Niggas dying back where I was birthed Fuck your iris and the IRS Get the hell up off your high horse You got the shit that niggas die for, dry yours Why you mad? Take the good with the bad Or throw the baby out with that bath water You still alive, still that nigga Nigga, you survived, you still gettin' bigger Nigga, living the life, vanilla wafers in a villa Illest nigga alive; Michael Jackson's Thriller And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you (Uh, uh, uh, uh) I just can't crack your code (Uh, uh, uh) One day, you're screamin' you love me loud (Uh, uh, uh) The next day, you're so cold (Uh, uh, uh) One day, you're here (Uh), one day, you're there One day, you care (Uh), you're so unfair (Uh, uh) Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over Holy Grail You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it And you take the blade right out my heart Just so you can watch me bleed And I still don't know why (Don't know why) Why I love you so much (Thanks for warning me) Yeah (Thanks for warning me) And you play this game in spite to drive me insane I got it tattooed on my sleeve Forever in ink with guess whose name? But I still don't know why Why our love is so much (Thanks for warning me) Yeah (Thanks for warning me) And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you (Uh, uh, uh, uh) I just can't crack your code (Uh) One day, you're screamin' you love me loud (Uh, uh, uh, uh) The next day, you're so cold (Uh) One day, you're here, one day, you're there (Uh, uh) One day, you care, you're so unfair (Uh, uh, uh) Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over Holy Grail (Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy grail) (Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy grail) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Don't know why

Beware

rap

Big Sean

{"Lil Wayne","Jhené Aiko"}

When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart? Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart Yeah, praying to a sky all black Looking at the stars like they finna talk back Looking at my phone like she finna call back But last night I feel like probably ended all that 'Cause by now, she woulda sent a text in all caps Then another one tryna take it all back Saying "Fuck you," "I miss you," or "I hate you so much" 'Cause girls only say "hate you" to the guys that they love I know, I know, I know The highs, the lows it comes, it goes You say "Be real," I try, I don't 'Cause you take anything and just make it everything (God) Kept my phone on silent ever since you got a ring, funny, right? And I never cheated; I mean, maybe once or twice But one time don't change everything She ask why I don't feel the same, I'm still the same She's still insane and now she's saying When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart? Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart Okay, skeet, smoke, sleep, call, miss, text, woke, spoke Lie, feel, Lisa, ew, time, kill, months, still I got somebody baby mama calling me daddy (Yup) I drank too much, please call me a cabby (Swerve) Penthouse afterparty, hoes want the addy (Swerve) Fuck, they can ride with us, crawl in the Caddy Third row, that's when you call, I hit cancel Really, I hit answer, fuck, I hate when that happens Phone in my pocket for the whole night And you heard bitches screaming 'til my phone died Then she text me like, "Why you still talk to my mama? How the fuck you run around with condoms? Why you make me get this tattoo? Man, fuck this tattoo You the reason I wasn't single in college What, all because I had you? Nigga, I don't even have you How I'm supposed to get past you?" Then she called the next guy, spillin' some real shit Now they problems that he got to deal with When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart? Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart Girl, don't believe them hoes 'Cause they don't wanna see us together And you already know you're too fly But baby, don't get your hair caught in the propellers I be tryna tell her these hoes is jealous You know they never like it when you never say never Long hair, red bone, but her pussy is hairless Mwah, I french kiss it like we in Paris I be screaming out, "Ain't no woman like the one I got!" But she be always worrying about the one I fucked She said it's gonna be me, myself and I Damn, that'd make me a one-eyed fuck I was so mad Damn, you used to ride a nigga like a moped But players fuck up, my bad And just to keep from crying, I laughed When you said it was over, you shot right through my heart (Tunechi) Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart Ooh, I was so mad, I should've seen this coming right from the start (Damn) You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart Baby, last time calling me baby Last time calling me crazy, crazy, crazy Baby, last time calling me baby Last time calling me crazy, crazy, crazy

Oceans

rap

JAY-Z

{"Frank Ocean"}

(You see this motherfucking face) Blessings, blessings, yeah, I see.. Elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady, docked on the Ivory Coast Mercedes in a row winding down the road I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo before the Basquiat show And if so, well fuck it, fuck it Because this water drown my family, this water mixed my blood This water tells my story, this water knows it all Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water Go ahead and watch the sun blaze on the waves of the ocean Dope boy still smelling like cocaina White boat, white robe, can he be more cleaner? The oil spill that BP ain't clean up I'm anti-Santa Maria Only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket Black card go hard when I'm shopping Boat docked in front of Hermès picking cotton Silk and fleeces, lay on my Jesus Oh my God, I hope y'all don't get seasick See me in shit you never saw If it wasn't for these pictures they wouldn't see me at all Aww, whole world's in awe I crash through glass ceilings, I break through closed doors I'm on the ocean, I'm in heaven Yachting, Ocean 11 Elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady, docked on the Ivory Coast Mercedes in a row winding down the road I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo before the Basquiat show And if so, well fuck it, fuck it Because this water drown my family, this water mixed my blood This water tells my story, this water knows it all Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water Go ahead and watch the sun blaze on the waves of the ocean Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling Opus Welcome to the magnum opus, the Magna Carta The best-selling author Decoded On the holiday playin' "Strange Fruit" If I'ma make it to a billi, I can't take the same route Swoosh, that's the sound of the border Swoosh, and that's the sound of a baller Muhammad Hovi my back against the rope The black Maybach, I'm back inside the boat Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope Can't believe they got a nigga to vote Democrat? Nope, I sold dope In trouble waters I had to learn how to float On the ocean, I'm in heaven Yachting, Ocean 11 Elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady, docked on the Ivory Coast Mercedes in a row winding down the road I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo before the Basquiat show And if so, well fuck it, fuck it Because this water drown my family, this water mixed my blood This water tells my story, this water knows it all Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water Go ahead and watch the sun blaze on the waves of the ocean

Part II On the Run

rap

JAY-Z

{Beyoncé}

Who wants that perfect love story anyway, anyway? Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché Who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway? Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché What about the bad guy goes good, yeah? An innocent love I'm misunderstood, yeah? Black hour glass, our glass Toast to clichés in a dark past Toast to clichés in a dark past Boy meets girl, girl perfect woman Girl get to bustin' before the cops come running Chuck the deuces, chugging D'USSÉ, ugh Fuck what you say, boys in blue say I don't care if we on the run Baby as long I'm next to you (Uhuu) And if loving you is a crime Tell me why do I bring out the best in you Why I hear sirens while we make love Loud as hell, but they don't know They're nowhere near us I will hold your heart and your gun I don't care if they come, noooo I know it's crazy but They can take me Now that I found the places that you Take me Without you I got nothing to lose I'm an outlaw, got an outlaw chick Bumping 2Pac, on my outlaw shit Matching tats, this Ink don't come off Even if rings come off, if things ring off My nails get dirty, my past ain't pretty My lady is, my Mercedes is My baby momma harder than a lot of you niggas Keep it 100, hit the lottery niggas You ain't about that life ain't gotta lie to me, nigga You know it's till the death, I hope it's obvi to niggas Ugh Cross the line, speak about mine I'ma wave this TEC, I'm a geek about mine Touch a nigga where his rib at, I click clack Push your mothafuckin' wig back, I did that I been wilding since a juvi, she was a good girl 'til she knew me, now she is in the drop bustin' Uey's, screaming They can take me Now that I found the places that you Take me Without you I got nothing to lose Deeper than words, beyond right Die for your love, beyond life Sweet as a Jesus piece, beyond ice Blind me baby with your neon lights Ray Bans on, police in sight Oh, what a beautiful death, let's both wear white If you go to heaven and they bring me to hell Just sneak out and meet me, bring a box of L's She fell in love with the bad guy, the bad guy What you doing with them rap guys, them rap guys They ain't see potential in me girl, but you see it If it's me and you against the world, then so be it I don't care if they give me life I get all of my life from you (Uhuu) And if loving you had a price I would pay my life for you I hear sirens while we make love Loud as hell, but they don't know They're nowhere near us I will hold your heart and your gun I don't care if they come, noooo I know it's crazy but I don't care I'll never give it up Give it up, give it up, give it all away No I swear I'll never give it up Give it up, give it up, give it all away I don't care I'll never give it up Give it up, give it up, give it all away No I swear I'll never give it up Give it up, give it up, give it all away (Without you I got nothing to lose)

Tom Ford

rap

JAY-Z

{}

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass Tom Ford Tom Ford Tom Ford Coming up, coming down Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown Bad bitch, H town Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck-all-y'all season Piss Bordeaux and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling When Hov's out, them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in, and Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes I party with weirdos, yeah Hov, yeah Hov I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford International bring back the Concorde Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard Tom Ford Tom Ford Tom Ford Hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow Y'all know nothing 'bout Wayne Perry though District of Columbia, guns on y'all Tumblrs Fuck hashtags and retweets, nigga 140 characters in these streets, nigga Pardon my laughing, y'all only flagging on beats, nigga Pardon my laughing, I happen to think you sweet I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford International bring back the Concorde Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard Tom Ford Tom Ford Tom Ford Oh, man, homie, so throwed Coming up, coming down Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown Bad bitch, H town Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around Hold up I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt

rap

JAY-Z

{"Rick Ross"}

"A little over a year ago I was in bondage. And now I'm back out here, reaping the blessings, and getting the benefits that go along with it. Everything that's out here for kings like us. The reason why we like this-this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff-they don't understand, it's because we really from Africa. And that's where all this stuff come from. And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying? So don't look down on the youngsters because they wanna have shiny things. It's in our genes, know what I'm saying? We just don't all know our history, so..." Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Come fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Come fuck with me, you know I got it I just landed in Europe, nigga Shoppin' bags, I'm a tourist, nigga Money talk, I speak fluent, nigga Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga Look at me, I'm pure, nigga I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga I don't bop, I do the money dance My bitch whip cost a hundred grand Red vert, you see me slide Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Sexy bitch, I know she 'bout it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Come fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Sexy bitch, I hope she 'bout it Come fuck with me, you know I got it Hov just landed in Rome, nigga All hail, Caesar's home, niggas Cent'anni, ciao bella Come money dance with the good fellas Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it Even if a nigga gotta rob it, get it? Black Jack in a casino A nigga got unlimited credit, uh A nigga got a lot of vendettas, uh But we the Black mob, we gon' set it, uh Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach 200 in the dash, we gonna rev it (skirt) Lucky Luciano is what they call me, paesano A 100 keys at the piano Plays across the Verrazano El Padrino, in the villa in Venice, sippin' vino Not bad for a mulignan Y'all know like we know, I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Bad bitch, I hope she 'bout it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Fuck with me, you know I got it Bad bitch, I hope she 'bout it Bad bitch, I know she 'bout it I'm ridin' big, comin' down that beach Geechi niggas with satin sheets Bad bitch, she a masterpiece Got a bad bitch, she a master; peace

Love More

rap

Chris Brown

{"Nicki Minaj"}

'Til we get it I'ma get it 'Til we get it 'Til we get it I'ma get it 'Til we get it You say all you need is consistent love When I try, I swear it's never enough, I messed up Maybe this thing here just ain't meant for us Baby, you let go and I pull you back I let go, you ain't havin' that We do it like rock stars (Oh) Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud Higher than a smoke cloud (Oh) Shades on, doin' 95 with the top down I might sound crazy (Oh) 'Cause we be goin' back and forth One minute I hate you, then I love you That's how it is 'Til we get it right we gon' fuck some more 'Til we get it, I'ma get it I'ma get it, 'til we get it, 'til we get it 'Til we get it right we gon' fuck some more I'ma get it, I'ma get it 'Til we get it, 'til we get it, I'ma get it (Turn up) Why is it all so complicated? Baby, this should be simple, it's drivin' me mental But when you back it up, it really drives me crazy And you know what I'm into Make me forget what we arguin' about, ayy We do it like rock stars (Oh) Sexin' in my hotel room and we so loud Higher than a smoke cloud (Oh) Shades on, doin' 95 with the top down I might sound crazy (Oh) 'Cause we be goin' back and forth One minute I hate you, then I love you That's how it is 'Til we get it right we gon' fuck some more (Oh no) 'Til we get it, I'ma get it I'ma get it (Ayy), 'til we get it, 'til we get it (We get it right) 'Til we get it right we gon' fuck some more (More) I'ma get it, I'ma get it 'Til we get it (Yeah), 'til we get it, I'ma get it (Yo, turn up) He don't know me but he settin' up to blow me, uh Said my Twitter picture 'mind him of Naomi, uh On the low, I used to holla at his homie, uh Fuck it, now I'm 'bout to ride him like a pony, yeah Okay, thug prolly, yo, come polly He wanna fuck a bad Dolly and pop Molly I hope your pockets got a motherfuckin' pot belly Or is it that you never ball? John Salley He had the Rolls in the Royce, the tone in his voice Don't want a good girl, naw, hoes is his choice D-D-Dick on H, p-p-p-pussy on W Mouth on open, a-a-ass on smother you A-A-Ass on the cover too, Elle Magazine Vroom, vroom, vroom, get gasoline Could I be your wife? Naw, we could bang though I got these niggas whipped, call me Django (If we) 'Til we get it right we gon' fuck some more (Oh-oh) 'Til we get it, I'ma get it I'ma get it (I'ma get it), 'til we get it, 'til we get it 'Til we get it right we gon' fuck some more (Some more) I'ma get it, I'ma get it 'Til we get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah), 'til we get it, I'ma get it

All Me

rap

Drake

{"Big Sean","2 Chainz"}

I'm really stepping up my game These bitches gotta start paying me for this Can't get no more free, Randy Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got Nigga don't watch that 'cause I- Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me (yeah) No help, that's all me, all me for real Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me (2 Chainz) No help, that's all me, all me for real Money on my mind, you should think the same J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need quarantine In the same league, but we don't ball the same (Ah) She want all the fame, I hear that shit all the time She said she love me, I said, "Baby girl, fall in line" Okay, made a million off a dinner fork, watch me switch it up Walked in, "Ill nigga alert! Ill nigga alert!" You need that work, I got that work, got bitches in my condo Just bought a shirt that cost a Mercedes-Benz car note From the A to Toronto, we let the metal go off And my dick so hard it make the metal detector go off This that sauce, this that dressing Givenchy, nigga, God bless you If having a bad bitch was a crime, I'd be arrested (Tru) Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got Nigga don't watch that 'cause I- Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real I touched down in '86, knew I was the man by the age of 6 I even fucked the girl that used to babysit But that was years later on some crazy shit I heard your new shit, nigga hated it Damon Wayans, homie don't play that shit I get paid a lot, you get paid a bit And my latest shit is like a greatest hits Goddamn, ain't no wishing over on this side Y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all It's no different over on this side Goddamn, should I listen to everybody or myself? 'Cause myself just told myself: "You're the motherfucking man, you don't need no help" Cashing checks and I'm bigging up my chest Y'all keep talking 'bout who next, but I'm about as big as it gets I swear y'all just wasting y'all breath I'm the light skinned Keith Sweat, I'ma make it last forever It's not your turn 'cause I ain't done yet Look, just understand that I'm on a roll like Cottonelle I was made for all of this shit And I'm on the road box office sales I'm getting paid for all of this shit Ask you to please excuse my table manners I was making room for the table dancers 'Cause if we judging off your advances Then I just got paid like eight advances, goddamn! Got everything, I got everything I cannot complain, I cannot I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot Fuck that, never mind what I got Nigga don't watch that 'cause I- Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me No help, that's all me, all me for real Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me- Ho, shut the fuck up! I got way too much on my mental I learn from what I've been through I'm finna do what I didn't do And still waking up like the rent's due Not complicated, it's simple I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full And to them hoes I'm everything-everything but gentle But I still take my time (Time) Man, I guess I'm just old fashioned Wearing retro sh-, that's old fashion Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need to hit Keep a broad on the floor year 'round like season tickets I plead the fifth, drink a fifth, load the nine Leave you split, in the half, smoke a half, need a zip My new girl is on Glee and shit Probably making more money than me and shit I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one Like I got trust issues I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out I'm the type to have a bullet-proof condom And still gotta pull out But that's just me and I ain't perfect I ain't a saint but I am worth it If it's one thing, I am worth it Niggas still hating but it ain't working Lil' bitch... Oh me, oh me, oh my I think I done fucked too many women from the 305 'Fore the end of this year I'll do King of Diamonds 3 more times Smoking on that kush all in our section Like it's legalized Girl, you can't always have your way Sometimes it be like that They don't really fuck with you like that They ain't never did me like that I just took my time, you got the shine I let you eat like that I been taught to never loan somebody What you need right back And I need that shit right back (No more free Randy) I'm blessed than a muhfucka Niggas been stressed than a muhfucka Niggas getting nervous Clutching they chests like a muhfucka Damn that's a motherfucker Tell the truth, I don't listen to you 'Cause I don't like being lied to And that ship won't sail And that wind won't guide you Daddy was in jail, we was talking through the window Like a motherfucking drive-thru That was back then, man Now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do

Cant Help Falling in Love

pop

Elvis Presley

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Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you? Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

Hold On Were Going Home

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Drake

{"Majid Jordan"}

I got my eyes on you You're everything that I see I want your hot love and emotion endlessly I can't get over you You left your mark on me I want your hot love and emotion endlessly 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it You act so different around me 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I know exactly who you could be Just hold on, we're going home Just hold on, we're going home It's hard to do these things alone Just hold on, we're going home I got my eyes on you You're everything that I see I want your hot love and emotion endlessly I can't get over you You left your mark on me I want your hot love and emotion endlessly 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it You act so different around me 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I know exactly who you could be So just hold on, we're going home (Going home) Just hold on, we're going home (Going home) It's hard to do these things alone (Things alone) Just hold on, we're going home (Going home, going home) You're the girl, you're the one Gave you everything I loved I think there's something, baby I think there's something, baby You're the girl, you're the one Gave you everything I loved I think there's something, baby I think there's something, baby 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it You act so different around me 'Cause you're a good girl and you know it I know exactly who you could be Oh, just hold on, we're going home (Going home) Just hold on, we're going home (Going home) It's hard to do these things alone (Things alone) Just hold on, we're going home (Going home) Home (Going home) Hold on Oh, oh

All of Me

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John Legend

{}

What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawin' me in and you kickin' me out You've got my head spinnin', no kiddin' I can't pin you down What's goin' on in that beautiful mind? I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me But I'll be alright My head's under water, but I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginnin' Even when I lose, I'm winnin' 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh How many times do I have to tell you? Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too The world is beating you down, I'm around Through every mood You're my downfall, you're my muse My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues I can't stop singing, it's ringing In my head for you My head's under water, but I'm breathin' fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginnin' Even when I lose, I'm winnin' 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh Give me all of you, oh Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts Risking it all, though it's hard 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginnin' Even when I lose, I'm winnin' 'Cause I give you all of me And you give me all of you I give you all of me And you give me all of you, oh-oh

​Tous les mêmes

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Stromae

{}

Vous les hommes vous êtes tous les mêmes Macho mais cheap Bande de mauviettes infidèles Si prévisibles, non je ne suis pas certaine, que tu l'mérites Z'avez d'la chance qu'on vous aime Dis-moi "Merci" Rendez-vous, rendez-vous, rendez-vous au prochain règlement Rendez-vous, rendez-vous, rendez-vous sûrement aux prochaines règles Cette fois c'était la dernière Tu peux croire que c'est qu'une crise Mate une dernière fois mon derrière, il est à côté de mes valises Tu diras au revoir à ta mère, elle qui t'idéalise Tu n'vois même pas tout c'que tu perds Avec une autre ce serait pire Quoi toi aussi tu veux finir maintenant? C'est l'monde à l'envers! Moi je l'disais pour t'faire réagir seulement... toi t'y pensais Rendez-vous, rendez-vous, rendez-vous au prochain règlement Rendez-vous, rendez-vous, rendez-vous sûrement aux prochaines règles Facile à dire, je suis gnan-gnan Et que j'aime trop les bla bla bla Mais non non non, c'est important Ce que t'appelles les ragnagnas Tu sais la vie c'est des enfants Mais comme toujours c'est pas l'bon moment Ah oui pour les faire là tu es présent Mais pour les élever y'aura des absents Lorsque je n'serai plus belle Ou du moins au naturel Arrête je sais que tu mens Il n'y a que Kate Moss qui est éternelle Moche ou bête, c'est jamais bon! Bête ou belle, c'est jamais bon! Belle ou moi, c'est jamais bon! Moi ou elle, c'est jamais bon! Rendez-vous, rendez-vous, rendez-vous au prochain règlement Rendez-vous, rendez-vous, rendez-vous sûrement aux prochaines règles Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes et y'en a marre Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes et y'en a marre Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes et y'en a marre Tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes, tous les mêmes

Carmen

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Stromae

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L'amour est comme l'oiseau de Twitter On est bleu de lui, seulement pour 48 heures D'abord on s'affilie, ensuite on se follow On en devient fêlé, et on finit solo Prends garde à toi Et à tous ceux qui vous like Les sourires en plastique sont souvent des coups d'hashtag Prends garde à toi Ah les amis, les potes ou les followers Vous faites erreur, vous avez juste la cote Prends garde à toi Si tu t'aimes Garde à moi Si je m'aime Garde à nous, garde à eux, garde à vous Et puis chacun pour soi Et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime, s'aime, s'aime, s'aime Comme ça, consomme, somme, somme, somme, somme Et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime, s'aime, s'aime, s'aime Comme ça, consomme, somme, somme, somme, somme Et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime, s'aime, s'aime, s'aime Comme ça consomme, somme, somme, somme, somme Et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime, s'aime, s'aime, s'aime Comme ça consomme, somme, somme, somme, somme L'amour est enfant de la consommation Il voudra toujours toujours toujours plus de choix Voulez voulez-vous des sentiments tombés du camion ? L'offre et la demande pour unique et seule loi Prends garde à toi "Mais j'en connais déjà les dangers, moi J'ai gardé mon ticket et, s'il le faut, j'vais l'échanger, moi Prends garde à toi Et, s'il le faut, j'irai m'venger moi Cet oiseau d'malheur, j'le mets en cage J'le fais chanter, moi" Prends garde à toi Si tu t'aimes Garde à moi Si je m'aime Garde à nous, garde à eux, garde à vous Et puis chacun pour soi Et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime, s'aime, s'aime, s'aime Comme ça, consomme, somme, somme, somme, somme Et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime, s'aime, s'aime, s'aime Comme ça, consomme, somme, somme, somme, somme Et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime, s'aime, s'aime, s'aime Comme ça consomme, somme, somme, somme, somme Et c'est comme ça qu'on s'aime, s'aime, s'aime, s'aime Comme ça consomme, somme, somme, somme, somme Un jour t'achètes, un jour tu aimes Un jour tu jettes, mais un jour tu payes Un jour tu verras, on s'aimera Mais avant on crèvera tous, comme des rats

Control

rap

Big Sean

{"Jay Electronica","Kendrick Lamar"}

Mhm, I look up Yeah, and I take my time, nigga I'ma take my time, woah Mhm, power moves only, nigga Boy, I'm 'bout my business on business, I drink liquor on liquor I had women on women: yeah, that's bunk-bed bitches I've done lived more than an 80-year-old man still kickin' 'Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin' But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base On some ground ball shit 'Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall, bitch Like a drought, but you gon' get this rain like it's May weather G.O.O.D. Music, 'Ye weather Champagne just tastes better They told me I never, boy, never say never Swear flow special like an infant's first steps I got paid then reversed debts Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind in my mind But fuck tryin' and not doin' 'Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin' I said fuck tryin' and not doin' 'Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin' I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac, bitch, and got ruined So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that "Juicy" vid Bitch, I can't motherfuckin' stop movin' Go against me, you won't stop losin' From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome Niggas get sprayed up like A.K. was cologne for a paycheck or loan Yeah, I know that shit ain't fair They say Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone I knew the world was for the taking and wouldn't take long We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit vers' everybody I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilot The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic And I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest niggas Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot I'm one of the hottest because I flame drop Drop fire, and not because I'm namedroppin', Hall of Fame droppin' And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OGs 'Cause that ain't the way of a OG So I G-O collect mo' Gs, every dollar Never changed though, I'm just the new version of old me Forever hot-headed but never got cold feet Got up in the game, won't look back at my old seats Clique so deep we take up the whole street I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week Sean Don Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize I'm not gonna fold or demise I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it! Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc Don't you pop me no fuckin' pill I'ma pop you, then give you this Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch One at a time, I line them up And bomb on they mom while she watchin' the kids I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists I'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on pork I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New York King of the Coast; one hand, I juggle 'em both The juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokes Live in the basement, church pews, and funeral faces Cartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in Vegas Who the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, fuck y'all clubs! Fuck y'all pictures! Your Instagram can gobble these nuts! Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (West, West, West, West, West, West) I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin' for parties Playin' with Barbies Wreck the Porsche before you give them the car key Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney You called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it! I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis I'm aimin' straight for your pelvis You can't stomach me? You plan on stumpin' me? Bitch, I've been jumped before you put a gun on me Bitch, I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery James Bonding with none of you niggas Climbin' 100 mil in front of me And I'm gonna get it even if you're in the way And if you're in it, better run for Pete's sake I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time 'Bout who's the best MC: Kendrick, Jigga, and Nas Eminem, André 3000; the rest of y'all New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved And I ain't rockin' no more designer shit White T's and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' with But this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it is And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake Big Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac Miller I got love for you all, but I'm tryna murder you niggas Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas What is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar high Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydive Out the exit window of five G5's with five grand With your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna land With the hand full of arthritis and poppin' prosthetic leg Bumpin' Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread West Coast You could check my name on the books I Earth Wind & Fire'd the verse, then reigned on the hook The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof The tale of a magnificent king who came from the nooks Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers We live by every single word she ever told us Watch over your shoulders And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turn the coldest The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over Put your trust in the Lord, but tether your Chevy Nova I'm spittin' this shit for closure And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova To all you magicians that's fidgetin' with the cobra I'm solid as a rock, 'cause I came from a rock That's why I came with the rock Then signed my name on the Roc Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot 'Cause I endured a lot of pain for everythang that I got The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rain from the heart And the tissue is like an angel kissin' you in the dark You go from blind sight to hindsight Passion of the Christ, right, to baskin' in the limelight It take time to get your mind right Jay Electricity, PBS Mysteries In a lofty place tanglin' with Satan over history You can't say shit to me, الحمد لله It's strictly by faith that we made it this far

All I Want for Christmas Is You

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Mariah Carey

{}

I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you, yeah I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need (And I) Don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I don't need to hang my stocking There upon the fireplace (Ah) Santa Claus won't make me happy With a toy on Christmas Day I just want you for my own (Ooh) More than you could ever know (Ooh) Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you You, baby Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas I won't even wish for snow (And I) I'm just gonna keep on waiting Underneath the mistletoe I won't make a list and send it To the North Pole for Saint Nick (Ah) I won't even stay awake to Hear those magic reindeer click 'Cause I just want you here tonight (Ooh) Holding on to me so tight (Ooh) What more can I do? Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, baby Oh, all the lights are shining So brightly everywhere (So brightly, baby) And the sound of children's Laughter fills the air (Oh, oh yeah) And everyone is singing (Oh yeah) I hear those sleigh bells ringing (Oh) Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh, oh) Won't you please bring my baby to me? Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas This is all I'm asking for (Ah) I just wanna see my baby Standing right outside my door Oh, I just want you for my own (Ooh) More than you could ever know (Ooh) Make my wish come true Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby (You) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (Ah, oh, ah, oh) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (You) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (All I really want, baby, ooh) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (All I want, all I really want is you)

Survival

rap

Eminem

{"Liz Rodrigues"}

Yeah! This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there From the beginning it wasn't 'bout the ends, it was 'bout Bustin' raps and standin' for somethin', fuck an acronym Cut the fuckin' act like you're happy, I'm fuckin' back again With another anthem - why stop when it doesn't have to end? It ain't over 'til I say it's over, enough when I say enough Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up, I'm afraid of What'll happen to them wolves when the thought of being thrown Into an alligator pit, I salivate at it, wait is up Hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie, hold them bitches straighter up Wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos, I ain't deflate enough Last chance to make this whole stadium erupt, 'cause- This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all I can see the finish line with each line that I finish I'm so close to my goals, I can almost pole vault over the goal post And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough To fill up this last can, man, will I survive in this climate or what? They said I was washed-up and got a bloodbath I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter: I can adjust Plus, I can just walk up to a mic and just bust So, floor's open if you'd like to discuss Top 5 in this muh'fucka, and if I don't make the cut What? Like I give a fuck! I'ma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck Through the side of a pump, zero to sixty, hop in and gun it Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut And I look like I might just give up, eh, might've mistook Me for bowin' out, I ain't takin' a bow, I'm stabbin' myself With a fuckin' knife in the gut while I'm wipin' my butt 'Cause I just shitted on the mic and I like gettin' cut I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut 'Cause I'ma fight 'til I die or win, bitin' the dust It'll just make me angrier; wait, let me remind you of what Got me this far, picture me quittin' Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut! It's survival of what? This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all (Yeah) So, get your ideas, stack your ammo But don't come unless you come to battle, now mount up, jump in the saddle This is it-it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't defuse the wick I don't do this music shit, I'll lose my shit Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth, it's all I know how to do As soon as I get thrown in a booth, I spit But my respect is overdue, I'm showin' you the flow no one do 'Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit So there's nothin' for me to fall back on, I know no other trade So you better trade your fuckin' mics in for some tool-box-es 'Cause you'll never take my pride from me, it'll have to be pried from me So, pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers! But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve 'Cause this is somethin' that I must use to succeed And if you don't like me, then fuck you! Self-esteem Must be fuckin' shootin' through the roof, 'cause trust me My skin is too thick and bulletproof to touch me I can see why the fuck I disgust you, I must be Allergic to failure, 'cause everytime I come close to it I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then a-chieve! This is survival of the fittest This is do or die This is the winner takes it all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all

Dont Stop Me Now

rock

Queen

{}

Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time I feel alive And the world, I'll turn it inside out, yeah I'm floating around in ecstasy So (Don't stop me now) (Don't stop me) 'Cause I'm having a good time Having a good time I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky like a tiger Defying the laws of gravity I'm a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva I'm gonna go, go, go, there's no stopping me I'm burning through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man outta you (Don't stop me now) I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball (Don't stop me now) If you wanna have a good time Just give me a call (Don't stop me now) 'Cause I'm having a good time (Don't stop me now) Yes, I'm having a good time I don't wanna stop at all, yeah I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars on a collision course I am a satellite, I'm out of control I'm a sex machine ready to reload like an atom bomb About to oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, explode I'm burning through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit I'm travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic woman of you (Don't stop me, don't stop me, don't stop me) Hey, hey, hey (Don't stop me, don't stop me, ooh, ooh, ooh) I like it (Don't stop me, don't stop me) Have a good time, good time (Don't stop me, don't stop me) Woah Let loose, honey, all right Oh, I'm burning through the sky, yeah Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit (Hey) Travelling at the speed of light I wanna make a supersonic man outta you (Hey, hey) (Don't stop me now) I'm having such a good time I'm having a ball (Don't stop me now) If you wanna have a good time Just give me a call (Ooh, alright) (Don't stop me now) 'Cause I'm having a good time (Hey, hey) (Don't stop me now) Yes, I'm having a good time I don't wanna stop at all Ah, da, da, da, da Da, da, ah, ah Ah, da, da, ah, ah, ah Ah, da, da Ah, da, da, ah, ah Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Jolene

country

Dolly Parton

{}

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you, Jolene He talks about you in his sleep There's nothing I can do to keep From crying when he calls your name, Jolene And I can easily understand How you could easily take my man But you don't know what he means to me, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him just because you can You could have your choice of men But I could never love again He's the only one for me, Jolene I had to have this talk with you My happiness depends on you And whatever you decide to do, Jolene Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene I'm begging of you please don't take my man Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene Please don't take him even though you can Jolene, Jolene

23

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Mike WiLL Made-It

{"Wiz Khalifa","Miley Cyrus","Juicy J"}

I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on J's on my feet J's on my feet J's on my feet So get like me J's on my feet J's on my feet J's on my feet So get like me I be in the club standing on the couch In them Wolf Grey's like it's my house Drinking out the bottle, I got no respect Looking like a model, who just got a check I back it up, cause I don't give a fuck If you're a lame, that's a shame you can't hang with us I'm MC Hammer fly, you can't touch J's so fly I should work at Flight Club Put on my J's and dance the whole night away I'm naughty by nature like I'm Hip-Hop Hooray With my hands in the sky, I wave 'em from side to side My feet on the floor, I'm 'bout to turn up now I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on J's on my feet J's on my feet J's on my feet So get like me J's on my feet J's on my feet J's on my feet So get like me I be rockin' J's or I be rockin' Taylors I got lots of flavors, my kick game is major More kicks than the players, call me up I'm scorin' Hit it like a free throw, tongue out like I'm Jordan Smiley, Miley, come swing the thing right by me Got a joint if you wanna get stoned, got choppers if they wanna try me Pro athlete I'm not no wannabe Waitress asked how many bottles? I said 23 Put on my J's and dance the whole night away I'm naughty by nature like I'm Hip-Hop Hooray With my hands in the sky, I wave 'em from side to side My feet on the floor, I'm 'bout to turn up now I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on J's on my feet J's on my feet J's on my feet So get like me J's on my feet J's on my feet J's on my feet So get like me I stay showin' out, my kick game is a beast I got thirty pairs of J's that ain't never been released Flu game 12's, Space Jam 11's On the hype beast sick, they gon' need a paramedic Turn up, turn up, turn up, I get trippy, I stay live All this purple in my cup, match them grape 5's I'm so high, I got three bitches that go bi I'm so fly, I'm gettin' head like a blow dryer Put on my J's and dance the whole night away I'm naughty by nature like I'm Hip-Hop Hooray With my hands in the sky, I wave 'em from side to side My feet on the floor, I'm 'bout to turn up now I'm in the club high on purp with some shades on Tatted up, mini skirt with my J's on J's on my feet J's on my feet J's on my feet So get like me J's on my feet J's on my feet J's on my feet So get like me

Berzerk

rap

Eminem

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Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back That's why my pen needs a pad, 'cause my rhymes on the rag Just like I did with addiction, I'm 'bout to kick it Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket But quick to get it impaled when I tell 'em, "Stick it!" So sick, I'm looking pale-wait, that's my pigment 'Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch! The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch Been Public Enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch Kick your shoes off, let your hair down (And go berserk) All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out (And go berserk) All night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud 'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M So, baby, make just like K-Fed And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (Go berserk) Grab your vial, yeah Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it? Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced So I guess it ain't that aftershave Or cologne that made 'em just faint Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint So if love is a chess game, check mate But girl, your body's bangin', jump me in, dang, bang-bang Yes siree 'Bob', I was thinking the same thang So come get on this Kid's rock, baw with da baw, dang-dang Pow-p-p-p-pow, chica, pow, chica, wow-wow Got your gal blowin' up a valve, v-v-valve-valve Ain't slowin' it down, throw in the towel, t-t-towel-towel Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh-huh, how-how At least I know that I don't know Question is, are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid? Hope so, now ho Kick your shoes off, let your hair down (And go berserk) All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out (And go berserk) All night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud 'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M So crank the bass up like crazy And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk) Get your vinyls And they say that love is powerful as cough syrup in styrofoam All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh Sorry, yo-we done both set the bar low Far as hard drugs are though, that's the past But I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow And girl, I ain't got no money to borrow But I am tryin' to find a way to get you alone: car note Oh, Marshall Mathers Shithead with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered Kangol's and Carheartless Cargos Girl, you're fixin' to get your heart broke Don't be absurd, ma'am, you birdbrain, baby I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow (Ha-ha!) Word, Rick? (Word, man, you heard) But don't get discouraged, girl This is your jam, unless you got toe jam Kick your shoes off, let your hair down (And go berserk) All night long Grow your beard out, just weird out (And go berserk) All night long We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud 'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M So, baby, make just like K-Fed And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (Go berserk) Grab your vial, yeah We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down So turn the volume loud 'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M So crank the bass up like crazy And let yourself go, let yourself go Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket Life's too short to not go for broke So everybody, everybody (Go berzerk) Get your vials

Wu-Tang Forever

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Drake

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(Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) I I just love when I'm with you Yeah, this shit is on ten We used to be friends, girl, and even back then You would look at me with no hesitation and you'd tell me Baby, it's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody and that What made me think about the game, girl And how I switched it up with a new thing Young nigga came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask about who got it They say it's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure, that's for sure (Yeah) It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure, that's for sure How you feel about Comin' home with a nigga for the night? If you nervous, hit the lights I know we only fuckin' out of spite 'cause your man don't Do you right, do you right I could fuck you so good, then I hit you with the 9 a.m. in Dallas Who you like, baby, who you like? Machine gun raps for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, just glad to see the city on the map I just gave the city life, it ain't about who did it first It's 'bout who did it right, niggas looking like "Preach" Open cases on me for a half a million each I find peace knowing that it's harder in the streets, I know Luckily I didn't have to grow there I would only go there 'cause niggas that I know there I don't know what's getting into me, I just like the rush When you see your enemy somewhere in the club and you realize He just not in a position to reciprocate your energy You ain't ever worried 'cause he's not who he pretends to be People like Mazin who was a best friend to me Start to become a distant memory Things change in that life, and this life started lacking synergy And fuckin' with me mentally, I think it's meant to be Yeah, paranoid, always rolling with my mothafuckin' boys But you gotta understand when it's yours They don't really leave your ass with a mothafuckin' choice, man I, I just love when I'm with you Yeah, this shit is on ten We used to be friends, girl, and even back then You would look at me with no hesitation and you'd tell me, baby It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody and that What made me think about the game, girl And how I switched it up with a new thing Young nigga came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask about who got it They say it's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure, that's for sure (Yeah) It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure, that's for sure How you feel about? (It's yours, it's yours)

Own It

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Drake

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Own it It's yours It's yours Yours You're still the one that I adore Ain't much out there to have feelings for Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? (Yours) Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Yours A few bottles on the table, a few waters It ain't a secret, baby, everybody saw us Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? It's yours Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love Next time we talk, I don't wanna just talk, I wanna trust Next time I stand tall, I wanna be standin' for you And next time I spend, I want it all to be for you, oh Peakin', I'm peakin' Wake up with me this weekend, we can, oh Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is? It's yours Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, I said Go own that shit, own that shit Own that shit, own that shit Go and own that shit, own that shit Own that shit, you own that shit, go and Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it Go own that shit, own that shit Own that shit Own that shit, own that shit Own that shit Niggas talk more than bitches these days Just let that shit sink in, ha! Niggas talk more than bitches these days Who could get the pussy quicker these days Still straight with the weed and the liquor these days 'Cause the new drugs got the kids trippin' these days (Trippin') Bunch of journalists been searchin' for a story My ex-girl been searchin' for a "sorry" (How you do?) Couple bitches tryna have me on the Maury Like nigga, it's yours, you should be supportin' But where you been at? On tour, gettin' money Y'all don't even really check for me You ain't even hit me when that nigga had threats for me, girl You don't love me, you just say that shit to get to me, girl 'Cause you got the Batphone and my work line You should call When the last time you did somethin' for the first time? You done done it all I swear to God, niggas talk more than bitches these days Got you thinkin' that I'm different these days Broken telephone for every single conversation By the time it gets to you, shit switches these days, but oh (Yeah) It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's It's always gonna be yours Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, own it (It's always gonna be yours) Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, own it, own it, I said (It's always gonna be yours) Go own that shit Own it Own it It's yours, it's yours Own it, own it, own it, own it Own it, baby, own it, it's yours Own that shit, own that shit, own that shit

Worst Behavior

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Drake

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Worst- Motherfucker never loved us Fucker never loved us You ain't know, now you know now Still at it, scrub J's with a toothbrush Shit, niggas still playing my old shit But your shit is like the police askin' us questions Nigga, we don't know shit Flexin'-nigga, I'm just flexin' Nigga never loved us Do it look like we stressin'? Look at you, look at you and look at you Aww, I'm glad that they chose us 'Cause, man, it's a mission Tryna fight to the finish just to see, am I finished? On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Motherfucker never loved us I'm on my worst behavior Don't you ever get it fucked up Motherfuckers never loved us Man, motherfuckers never loved us Worst behavior Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Worst behavior Hold up, hold my phone Motherfuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Now you want to roll one Motherfucker never loved us So everywhere we go now, full cup Always hated the boy, but now the boy is the man Motherfucker, I done growed up You know me? You know me? I'm liable to do anything when it comes to that you owe me You owe me, you owe me Bitch, you better have my money when I come for that shit like O.D.B On my worst behavior, no? They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Motherfucker never loved us I'm on my worst behavior Don't you ever get it fucked up Motherfuckers never loved us Man, motherfuckers never loved us Worst behavior Mothafuckers never loved us Fucker never loved us Worst behavior Who's hot, who not? Tell me, who rock, who sell out in stores? You tell me who flop, who copped the new drop Whose jewels got rocks Who else making rap albums, doing numbers like it's pop? Same old pimp, Drake, you know ain't nothin' changed With these funny style niggas, we done put on in the game I just ask for some blessings at my grandmother's grave Then it's back to L.A., open the mail, starin' at the check Enough to make you throw up, man, it's gross what I net I'm with my whole set, tennis matches at the crib I swear I could beat Serena when she playin' with her left Oh, where I reside it look like a resort inside Nigga, where your shit from? I imported mine Bar mitzvah money like my last name Mordecai Fuck you, bitch, I'm more than high My momma probably hear that and be mortified This ain't the son you raised who used to take the Acura 5 a.m. then go and shoot Degrassi up on Morningside For all the stuntin', I'll forever be immortalized Yeah, back and forth across the borderline Hate to leave the city, but I've got to do the overtime Gone all the time, even the important times I should let you know ahead I'm comin' back on my worst behavior Remember? Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Hold up, hold my phone They used to never want to hear us Remember? Motherfucker never loved us Remember? Motherfucker Remember? Worst behavior

Furthest Thing

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Drake

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Somewhere between psychotic and iconic Somewhere between I want it and I got it Somewhere between I'm sober and I'm lifted Somewhere between a mistress and commitment But I stay down, girl, I always stay down Get down, never lay down Promise to break everybody off before I break down Everyone just wait now, so much on my plate now People I believed in, they don't even show they face now What they got to say now? Nothin' they can say now Nothin' really changed but still they look at me a way now What more can I say now? What more can I say now? You might feel like nothin' was the same I still been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know I just been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I just been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know And I hate that you don't think I belong to ya Just too busy runnin' shit to run home to ya You know that paper my passion Bittersweet celebrations, I know I can't change what happened I can't help it, I can't help it, I was young and I was selfish I made every woman feel like she was mine and no one else's And now you hate me, stop pretendin', stop that frontin', I can't take it Girl, don't treat me like a stranger, girl, you know I seen you naked Girl, you know that I remember, don't be a pretender Gettin' high at the condo, that's when it all comes together You know I stay reminiscing and make-up sex is tradition But you been missin', girl, and you might feel like nothin' was the same I still been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know I just been drinkin' on the low, mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low, smokin' on the low I just been plottin' on the low, schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect, like everyone I know Drinkin', smokin', fuckin', plottin' Schemin', plottin', schemin', gettin' money Drinkin', fuckin', smokin', plottin' Schemin', plottin', schemin', gettin' money Uh, this the life for me My momma told me this was right for me I got 'em worried, like make sure you save a slice for me I should have Spoons serve you up with a fork and knife for me Your actions make us doubt you Your lack of effort got me rappin' different This the shit I wanna go out to Play this shit at my funeral if they catch me slippin' Naked women swimmin', that's just how I'm livin' Donate a million to some children, that's just how I'm feelin' A nigga fillin' up arenas, who the fuck could see us? I had to Derrick Rose the knee up before I got the re-up Yours truly, the boy I just build and build more, y'all niggas build to destroy Y'all niggas party too much, man, I just chill and record No filler, you feel it now if you ain't feel it before Yes, Lord, this the shit I wanna go out to Yeah, yeah, this the shit I wanna go out to

Connect

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Drake

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"There's three balls and a strike Here's the pitch It's belted deep to center Revere goes back, jumps at the wall, and it's gone!" Yeah, isn't it amazing How you talk all this shit and we still lack communication? How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincing How every conversation starts with, "This time will be different" Oh, oh, the idea is fun Oh, the idea is fun Oh, the idea is so fun every time At least we try for home run every time Swanging, eyes closed, just swanging Same city, same friends, if you're looking for me Same city, same friends, if you're looking I'll be here, just swanging Don't talk to me like I'm famous And don't assume, 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe I'm just tryna connect with somethin', babe Yeah, swanging Ayy She just wanna run around the city And make memories that she can barely remember And I'd allow her Talk about pussy power (Yeah) She just wanna run over my feelings Like she drinking and driving in a eighteen-wheeler And I'd allow her Talk about pussy power She used to say, "You can be whoever you want, even yourself" Yeah, I show up knowin' exactly who I was And never leave as myself But when it falls apart, I'm always still down To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground Wish you would learn to love people and use things And not the other way around Swanging, eyes closed, just swanging Same city, same friends if you're looking for me Same city, same friends if you're looking I'll be here, just swanging (Ayy) Don't talk to me like I'm famous (Ayy) And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, bae I'm just tryna connect with somethin', baby I'll be here, just swanging (Ayy, ayy) I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is She call and tell me be here before the sun up I be dressed before we hung up I take Eglinton to 401 East And exit at Markham Road in the East End Where all the pretty girls are sleeping My license been expired, I renew it after the weekend Fuck, I know I said that shit the last seven weekends Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness I hate stoppin' for gas this late 'Cause there's niggas creepin and not like how we're creepin' Summer is comin', know you could feel it Twenty on pump, whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it Won't knock on your door My uncle say, "You drive my whip like it's yours" I got the pedal to the floor I'm on my motherfuckin' way, swangin' Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there I'll be there, just swangin' I'll be there, just swangin' I treat you good, girl, like you're famous I know I'm late, it's always the same shit But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there I'm on the road right now, swangin, girl

From Time

rap

Drake

{"Jhené Aiko"}

What's up? Been a minute since we kicked it, you've been caught up With them bitches, I don't get it, you're a star, love You shouldn't have to deal with that I'd never make you feel like that 'Cause I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling, you You give, but you cannot take love Yeah, I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive Passive aggressive when we're texting, I feel the distance I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas tripping I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different Started realizing a couple places I could take it I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation And influence a generation that's lacking in patience I've been dealing with my dad, speaking of lack of patience Just me and my old man getting back to basics We've been talking 'bout the future and time that we wasted When he put that bottle down, girl, that nigga's amazing Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas We might have rolled a white paper, just something to hold us We even talked about you and our couple of moments He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown-ups You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone Looking like you came from the seventies on your own My mother is sixty-six and her favorite line to hit me with is "Who the fuck wants to be seventy and alone?" You don't even know what you want from love anymore I search for something I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored But girl, what qualities was I looking for before? Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, huh? I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling, you You give, but you cannot take love Uh, thinking 'bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit A weak attempt at flexing, I'll never forget it 'Cause that night I played her three songs Then we got to talking 'bout something we disagreed on Then she start telling me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz Boy, was she wrong That was just negative energy for me to feed off Now it's therapeutic blowing money in the Galleria Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music When I could tell it was sincere without tryna prove it The one that I needed was Courtney from Hooters on Peachtree I've always been feeling like she was the piece to complete me Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment? Know we were going through some shit, name a couple that isn't? Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz Girl, I felt like we had it all planned out I guess I fucked up the vision Learning the true consequences of my selfish decisions When you find out how I'm living, I just hope I'm forgiven It seem like you don't want this love anymore I'm acting out in the open, it's hard for you to ignore But girl, what qualities was I looking for before? Who you settling for? Who better for you than the boy, huh? I love me I love me enough for the both of us That's why you trust me I know you been through more than most of us So what are you What are you, what are you so afraid of? Darling, you You give, but you cannot take love Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G Been a East Side ting Scarborough ting from time, G Been have up di ting dem from time, G So I don't know what's wrong with these Little wasteman out here, eh? Y'all need to know yourself

The Language

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Drake

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Yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Look, look I don't know why they been lyin' but your shit is not that inspirin' Bank account statement just look like I'm ready for early retirement Fuck any nigga that's talking that shit just to get a reaction Fuck going platinum, I look at my wrist and it's already platinum I am the kid with the motor mouth I am the one you should worry 'bout I don't know who you're referring to Who is this nigga you heard about? Someone just talking that bullshit Man, someone just gave you the run-around Niggas downplayin' the money But that's what you do when the money down I don't waste time puttin' money down I just go straight to who got it and buy it in cash Pussy so good that you gotta come see me on tour And you gotta fly in first class This has been years in the makin' It's all for the city, they know I come right every summer Cash Money Records forever, I'm always big timin' Bitch, I came up right under Stunna, you know it Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell I will never understand that, but oh well Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you She just want to smoke and fuck I said, "Girl, that's all that we do" Okay, now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you She just want to smoke and fuck I said, "Girl, that's all that we do" I'm 'bout to roll one and light it And fuck it, man, no one's invited I got to kill off the weak shit that's got all you niggas excited I can't even listen, you wildin' I'd much rather sit here in silence I send all my money to banks in the islands And eat with Italians, I do People are funny You don't even know 'bout the shit that I been through I just want some head in a comfortable bed It could all be so simple Talkin' that shit with your back to me Just know it always get back to me Come get your girl She been here for three days and she way too attached to me Hate when they get too attached to me I got to get on the bus and get back on the road Get what I can out the country And then I just get on the jet and go back to the cold Can't even drive with the top off Been workin' so hard on the album, I missed the whole summer I just might bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city And that's word to Stunna, you know it Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell I will never understand that, but oh well Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you She just want to smoke and fuck I said, "Girl, that's all that we do" Okay, now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Now you're talkin' my language Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you She just want to smoke and fuck I said, "Girl, that's all that we do" Famous and dangerous You understand me? Showtime, headlines, Big Tyme "Sunshine," tote 9's, bust mines Flatline, hard grind, high life Stay fly, it's jet time - stunt, nigga! Every time you see a nigga - stunt, nigga! Every time you see a nigga - stunt, nigga! Swag on head to feet nigga - stunt, nigga! I just might bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city And that's word to Stunna, you know it

Come Thru

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Drake

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Yeah We had the type of nights where mornin' comes too soon And nothin' was the same Watch me, goin' out of the way, when I shoulda went home Only time of the day I get to spend on my own I was trippin' off how I used to sleep at ya crib Should drive by right where you live and pick you up on the way We ain't spoke in so long, prolly put me in the past I can still get you wet, and I can still make you laugh You should call into work if that ain't too much to ask I could pour you up a drink and we can burn somethin' Come through, come through, come through, come through Girl you know we got thangs to do Girl you know we got thangs to do So get your ass in that car and come through Know ya got that thang that I like Know ya, know ya got that thang that I like Come through, come through, come through Girl you know we got thangs to do Girl you know we got thangs to do So get your ass in that car and come through Yeah, last night I brought DOA to the studio They already had a stage and a booty pole It's supposed to be a lot of hard workin' goin' on But who the fuck can focus with this twerkin' goin' on? Someone put a order in for a chicken (for a chicken) Told my girl to order in, I need the kitchen (need the kitchen) Yeah, they know I got the hookup, they just wait on me to cook up Baby, I heat up the stove, you do the dishes, ya know? Rap game, crack game, ain't that different, ya know? Last album had it boomin' somethin' vicious, ya know? And ya know I need ya back in my life Girl, ya know ya got that, know ya got that thing that I like Girl, you got that thing for real When I was on a mission to make it Who used to sleep on the floor with you when you lived in the basement? Who else got all the things you need at 4am when it's late? I always pour you up a drink and let you burn somethin' Come through, come through, come through, come through Girl you know we got thangs to do Girl you know we got thangs to do So get your ass in that car and come through Know ya got that thang that I like Know ya, know ya got that thang that I like Come through, come through, come through Girl you know we got thangs to do Girl you know we got thangs to do So get your ass in that car and come through Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long? Why has it been? Why has it been? Who you been crying to? Who you been flying to? Whose bed are you sleeping in? Someone's been hiding you Where have you been? You deserve rounds tonight Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight Rounds tonight oh Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight

305 to My City

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Drake

{Detail}

Drop down, drop-drop (Shit is real out here) Drop down, drop-drop Drop-drop-drop down, drop-drop Get it (Yeah) Get it Drop down, drop-drop Oooh, I got the 305 to my city I get it, I get it I get it, I get it I swear that I get it, I get it, I get it We did it, we did it We did it, we did it We so far from finished I brought you right back just so we can relive it I get it, I get it I get it, I get it Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed, baby I'm with you, I'm with it, oh I get it, I get it I get it, I get it I get it, I get it They don't work hard as you Damn, that's so crazy At the end of the night when you count Numbers don't lie to my baby Locker room full of money Girl, you just did it I get it, I get it Man, fuck all that talking, take shots to the kidney Down payment on the Jaguar Your roommate got credit Twelve months on the lease That's a come-up, baby, don't you ever forget it Connections are heavy Every real nigga they fuck with you Nails chipped out in diamonds You sparkle, but fuck, man, the spark ain't enough for you Oooh, I got the 305 to my city I get it, I get it I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it I get it, I get it We did it, we did it We did it, we did it We so far from finished I brought you right back just so we can relive it I get it, I get it I get it, I get it Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed, baby I'm with you, I'm with it, oh I get it, I get it I get it, I get it I get it, I get it Tonight was your night Go get you some lobsters and shrimp You smart and you know it I get it, I get it, you outdo these pimps I hope you don't fall That's you on the top of the ceiling Don't you ever forget 'bout your story I get it, you did it, you did it Got a link on the champagne Your best friend is bartending Your parents saying this another phase in your life They can't wait until it's all finished Shine on them hoes Let 'em know that you run shit I get it, I get it I'm working too hard, let's get into some fun shit 281 to my city Heard you had trouble at customs Your girl got a DUI? I'll make the calls to get y'all through customs Tell your best friend, "Girl, get your paperwork right" I get it, I get it What's up for the night? Oooh, I got the 305 to my city I get it, I get it I get it, I get it, I swear that I get it I get it, I get it We just did it, we did it We did it, we did it We so far from finished I brought you right back just so we can relive it I get it, get it, get it Drop down, drop-drop down I get it, get it, get it Drop down, drop-drop down Your momma used to live at the church on Sunday You just go to LIV after church on Sunday, oh Lord Oh Lord, we're not in Kansas anymore We're not in Kansas anymore (Yeah)

Team

pop

Lorde

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Wait till you're announced We've not yet lost all our graces The hounds will stay in chains Look upon Your Greatness and she'll Send the call out, send the call out Send the call out, send the call out Send the call out, send the call out Send the call out, send the call out Send the call out, send the call out Send the call out, send the call out Send the call out, send the call out Send the call out, send the call out Call all the ladies out They're in their finery A hundred jewels on throats A hundred jewels between teeth Now bring my boys in Their skin in craters like the moon The moon we love like a brother While he glows through the room Dancin' around the lies we tell Dancin' around big eyes, as well Even the comatose They don't dance and tell We live in cities you'll never see on-screen Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams And you know, we're on each other's team I'm kind of over gettin' told to throw my hands up in the air So there So all the cups got broke Shards beneath our feet But it wasn't my fault And everyone's competing For a love they won't receive 'Cause what this palace wants is release We live in cities you'll never see on-screen Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams And you know, we're on each other's team I'm kind of over gettin' told to throw my hands up in the air So there I'm kind of older than I was when I reveled without a care So there We live in cities you'll never see on-screen Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams And you know, we're on each other's team We're on each other's team And you know, we're on each other's team We're on each other's team And you know, and you know, and you know

Too Much

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Drake

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Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you (Oh, don't think about-) Done sayin' I'm done playin' Last time was on the outro Stuck in the house, need to get out more I've been stackin' up like I'm fundraising Most people in my position get complacent Wanna come places with star girls And they end up on them front pages I'm quiet with it, I just ride with it Moment I stop having fun with it, I'll be done with it I'm the only one that's putting shots up And like a pot luck, you need to come with it, don't run from it Like H-Town in the summertime, I keep it one hundred Met a lot of girls in my times there Word to Paul Wall, not one fronted I was birthed there in my first year Man, I know that place like I come from it Backstage at Warehouse in '09 like, "Is Bun coming? Fuck that, is anyone comin' 'Fore I show up there and there's no one there?" These days, I could probably pack it For like twenty nights if I go in there Back rub from my main thing, I've been stressed out Talkin' to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm blessed now Talkin' to her like this drop, bet a million copies get pressed out She tell me, "Take a deep breath You're too worried about being the best out" Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you (Oh, don't think about-) Uh, someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods Money got my whole family going backwards No dinners, no holidays, no nothin' There's issues at hand that we're not discussin' I did not sign up for this My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list And now he's actin' like, "Oh, well, this is life, I guess" Nah, fuck that shit Listen, man, you can still do what you wanna do You gotta trust that shit Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign That's when they appear Guess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it here I hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment Telling herself that she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit Like that's true shit And all my family from the M-Town that I've been 'round Started treating me like I'm "him" now Like we don't know each other, we ain't grow together We just friends now Shit got me feeling pinned down Pick the pen up or put the pen down? I'm writing to you from a distance like a pen-pal But we've been down Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you Oh, don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through, oh Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you, oh, oh (Don't do that-) Don't give up, on your hopes And you tell me somethin's gone wrong Wholehearted, wholehearted, you care, you care 'Cause I'm such a dreamer, a believer in a sense Well, if it's all a dream Then I'm on fire, feels like, I'm on fire Tell me when I'm lyin', tell me when I'm tryin'

Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2

rap

Drake

{JAY-Z}

Good God Almighty-like back in the old days You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know, whether it's disco and rock But, uh, we just went in the studio and we did it We had the champagne in the studio, of course You know, compliments of the company And we just laid back and did it So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you Because we had a ball Only real music is gonna last All that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the-get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-money Frikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Yeah Uh, after hours at Il Mulino Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino The contract like '91 Dan Marino I swear this guy Michael Rapino's boosting my ego Overly focused, it's far from the time to rest now Debates growin' 'bout who they think is the best now Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now I'm holdin' all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it Fuck it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in it I'm authentic, real name, no gimmicks No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you niggas at all My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants Or work with their parents But thinkin' back on how they treated me My high school reunion might be worth an appearance Make everybody have to go through security clearance Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn With the ink I could murder, word to my nigga Irv Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin', dog You know it's real when you are who you think you are Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the-get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-money Frikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had braces The all-black Maybach, but I'm not a racist Inside's whiter than Katy Perry's face is Yellow diamonds in my Jesús I just might learn to speak Mandarin Japanese for the yen that I'm handlin' International Hov, that's my handle My saint's Changó, light a candle El Gran Santo on the mantle Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too, uh Shout out to World Wide Wes Everywhere we go, we leave a worldwide mess Yes, still Roc La Familia Says a lot about you if you not feeling us The homie said, "Hov, it ain't many of us" I told 'em, "Less is more, nigga, it's plenty of us" Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all (Y'all, y'all) Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake Five hundred million, I got a pound cake Niggas is frontin', that's upside-down cake Get 'em a red nose, they clown cakes They shoulda never let you 'round cake Look at my neck, I got a karat cake, uh Now here's the icin' on the cake Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uh I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah, we got it, bitch I've done made more millionaires than the lotto did Dame made millions, Biggs made millions Ye made millions, Just made millions Lyor made millions, Cam made millions Beans'a tell you if he wasn't in his feelings Uh, I'm back in my bag My eyes bloodshot, but my jet don't lag A pair of Jordan 3's, tryna chase this cash Gucci airbag just in case we crash Uh, last night was mad trill I'm fresh out of Advil-Jesus, grab the wheel Yeah, uh Look, fuck all that "Happy to be here" shit that y'all want me on I'm the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me, dog Like I should fall in line Like I should alert niggas when I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy And not say I'm the greatest of my generation Like I should be dressing different Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive Like I should be on my best behavior and not talk my shit And do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us Like I didn't study the game to the letter And understand that I'm not doin' it the same Man, I'm doing it better Like I didn't make that clearer this year Like I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying that They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself But I thought "Fuck it", it's worth it to share 'em With someone else other than Paris for once I text her from time to time, she a mom now I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down I told her she could live with me if she need to, I got a compound But I think she's straight 'Cause she supported since Hot Beats Right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room Where I was rapping with Jas over beats that I shouldn't have In the hopes for the glory He walked right past in the hallway Three months later, I'm his artist He probably wouldn't remember that story But that shit stick with me always Couldn't believe when he called me You never know what could happen to you And I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti And did that shit 'cause it's somethin' to do Yeah, I guess that's just who I became, dawg Nothing was the same, dawg

Tuscan Leather

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Drake

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Yeah Alright, yeah Comin' off the last record I'm gettin' twenty million off the record Just to off these records, nigga, that's a record I'm livin' like I'm out here on my last adventure Past the present when you have to mention This is nothin' for the radio, but they'll still play it though 'Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go Heavy airplay all day with no chorus We keep it thorough, nigga Rap like this for all of my borough niggas I reached the point where don't shit matter to me, nigga I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, nigga Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga I could go a hour on this beat, nigga Yeah, I'm just as famous as my mentor But that's still the boss, don't get sent for Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet you wasn't meant for 'Cause you don't really wanna hear me vent more Hot temper, scary outcome Here's a reason for niggas that's hatin' without one That always let they mouth run Bench players talkin' like starters, I hate it Started from the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smellin' like a brick Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit Rich enough that I don't have to tell 'em that I'm rich Self-explanatory, you just here to spread the story Wassup? Sittin' Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV Young rebel, Young Money, nothin' you could tell me Paperwork takin' too long, maybe they don't understand me I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family Not even talkin' to Nicki, communication is breakin' I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need to embrace it I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it Think that's why I need her in my life, to check me when I'm trippin' On a mission, tryna shift the culture Tell me who dissin', I got some things that'll hit the culprit Them strep throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talkin' All of the talkin', got one reply for all of your comments Fuck what you think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure Like ayy, B, I got your CD, you get an E for effort I piece letters together and get to talkin' reckless Owl chains like credentials, you know you see the necklace My life's a completed checklist I'm tired of hearin' 'bout who you checkin' for now Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from now That's real How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? Lately I've been feelin' like Guy Pearce in Memento I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo The family all that matters, I'm just out here with my kinfolk Off everything my pen wrote, we went from Bundy to Winslow This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo I sip the Pora and listen to Cappadonna (Talk to 'em) The fresh prince, just had dinner with Tatyana, no lie All these nineties fantasies on my mind The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time I might come through without security to check if you're fine That's just me on my solo like "Fuck it", like "YOLO" Wanted to tell you, "Accept yourself" You don't have to prove shit to no one except yourself And if you end up needin' some extra help, then I could help You know, back on your feet and shit Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? How this nigga workin' like he got a fuckin' twin though? Life is soundin' crazy, 40 on Martin Scorsese And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me Now real nigga, wassup? Ayy, yeah, ayy How much time is this nigga spendin' on the intro? If there's hell below, I'll see you when you get there Are you enjoyin' yourselves? If we may, we would just like to close off with somethin' a bit inspirational Hopefully something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years It don't mean that we can't have a good life So we'd like to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought, for all of us

Dark Horse

pop

Katy Perry

{"Juicy J"}

Yeah, y'all know what it is Katy Perry, Juicy J Uh-huh, let's rage! I knew you were, you were gonna come to me And here you are, but you better choose carefully 'Cause I, I'm capable of anything Of anything, and everything Make me your Aphrodite Make me your one and only But don't make me your enemy (Enemy) Your enemy (Your enemy), your enemy So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for Baby, do you dare to do this? 'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse Are you ready for, ready for A perfect storm, perfect storm? 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine There's no going back Mark my words, this love will make you levitate Like a bird, like a bird without a cage We're down to earth if you choose to walk away Don't walk away (Walk away) It's in the palm of your hand now, baby It's a yes or a no, no maybe So just be sure before you give it all to me All to me, give it all to me So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for Baby, do you dare to do this? 'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse Are you ready for, ready for A perfect storm, perfect storm? 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine There's no going back She's a beast, I call her Karma (Come back) She eat your heart out like Jeffrey Dahmer (Woo!) Be careful, try not to lead her on Shawty's heart is on steroids, 'cause her love is so strong You may fall in love when you meet her (Meet her) If you get the chance, you better keep her (Keep her) She's sweet as pie, but if you break her heart She turn cold as a freezer (Freezer) That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor She can be my sleeping beauty, I'm gon' put her in a coma (Woo!) Damn, I think I love her, shawty's so bad I'm sprung and I don't care She ride me like a roller coaster, turn the bedroom into a fair (A fair) Her love is like a drug, I was tryna hit it and quit it But lil mama so dope, I messed around and got addicted So you wanna play with magic? Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for (You should know) Baby, do you dare to do this? 'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse (Like a dark horse) Are you ready for, ready for (Ready for) A perfect storm, perfect storm? (A perfect storm) 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine There's no going back

I Have Nothing

rb

Whitney Houston

{}

Share my life, take me for what I am 'Cause I'll never change all my colors for you Take my love, I'll never ask for too much Just all that you are and everything that you do I don't really need to look very much further I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow I won't hold it back again, this passion inside Can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide But don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing If I don't have you, you, you, you, you You see through, right to the heart of me You break down my walls with the strength of your love, mm I never knew love like I've known it with you Will a memory survive, one I can hold on to I don't really need to look very much further I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow I won't hold it back again, this passion inside I can't run from myself, there's nowhere to hide Your love, I'll remember forever But don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing Don't make me close one more door I don't wanna hurt anymore Stay in my arms if you dare Or must I imagine you there Don't walk away from me, no Don't walk away from me Don't you dare walk away from me I have nothing, nothing, nothing If I don't have you, you If I don't have you, oh you

Trophies

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Drake

{}

Yeah Had hit records on my demo Did y'all boys not get the memo? I do not stay at the Intercontinental And anything I got is not a rental I own that mu'fucka Figured out this shit is simple My stock been going up like a crescendo A bunch of handshakes from the fakes But nigga, I do not wanna be friends though I told y'all mu'fuckas Man, this shit is not a love song This a "fuck-a-stripper-on-the-mink-rug" song This a "fuck-them-boys-forever, hold-a-grudge" song "Pop-some-fucking-champagne-in-the-tub" song Nigga, "just-because" song Damn What's the move? Can I tell the truth? If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove Nah, this for me though I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people And they don't have no award for that Trophies, trophies And they don't have no award for that Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase I got my whole country on a new wave She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay" House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days Bitch, I use a walkie-talkie just to get a beverage I saw my parents split up right after the wedding That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit Bitch, check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it I told y'all mu'fuckas Man, this shit is not a love song This a "doing-me-and-only-God-can-judge" song "I-do-not-know-what-the-fuck-you-thought-it-was" song "Pop-some-fucking-champagne-in-the-tub" song Nigga, "just-because" song Damn What's the move? Can I tell the truth? If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove Nah, this for me though I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people And they don't have no award for that Trophies, trophies And they don't have no award for that Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga

Take Me to Church

pop

Hozier

{}

My lover's got humor She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick" You heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Aaa, Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me my deathless death Good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh Amen, Amen, Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life

Bad Guy

rap

Eminem

{}

Part 1: Produced by S1 and M-Phazes It's like I'm in this dirt, digging up old hurt Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work All it takes is one song on the radio, you're Right back on it, reminding me all over again how you fucking just brushed me off and left me so burnt Spent a lot of time tryna soul search Maybe I needed to grow up a little first Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt But I'm coming for closure Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for The way that you turned your back on me just when I may have needed you most-oh, you thought it was over? You could just close the Chapter and go about your life like it was nothing You ruined mine but you seem to be doing fine Well, I've never recovered But tonight I bet you that what you're 'Bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever have suffered Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice Can I hold grudges? Mind saying, "Let it go, fuck this!" Heart's saying, "I will, once I bury this bitch alive, hide the shovel And then drive of in the sunset." I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth But it's easier to justify What's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me, I ruh-uh-un; follow me, I ruh-uh-un) I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me, I ruh-uh-un; follow me, I ruh-uh-un) And to think I used to think you was the shit, bitch To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it? Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch! Finish this stitch, so you can reap what you sew, nitwit Thought some time would pass and I'd forget it? Forget it! You left our family in shambles And you expect me to just get over him, pretend he never existed? May be gone but he's not forgotten And don't think 'cause he's been out the picture so long that I've stopped the plotting and still ain't coming to get ya You're wrong and that shit was rotten And the way you played him's same shit you did to me, cold Have you any idea the shit that I've gone through? Feelings I harbor? All this pent-up resentment I hold on to? Not once you call to ask me how I'm doing Letters, you don't respond to 'em Fuck it, I'm coming to see you And, gee, who better to talk to than you? The cause of my problems My life is garbage, and I'm 'bout to take it out on ya Poof, then I'm gone, voosh I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through Oh, you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth But it's easier to justify What's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me, I ruh-uh-un; follow me, I ruh-uh-un) I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me, I ruh-uh-un; follow me, I ruh-uh-un) I've been drivin' around your side of this town Like nine frickin' hours and forty-five minutes now Finally I found your new address, park in your drive Feel like I've been waitin' on this moment all of my life And it's now arrived and my mouth is full of saliva My knife is out and I'm duckin' on the side of your house See, it's sad it came to this point Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment To come and see ya, but I ain't here for your empathy I don't need your apology or your friendship or sympathy It's revenge that I seek So I sneak vengefully, and treat your bedroom window Like I reach my full potential-I peeked Continue to peep, still bent low, then keep Tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo, sneak All the way 'round to the back porch Man, door handles unlocked, shouldn't be that easy to do this You don't plan for intruders beforehand? Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue? Gag, chloroform rag, dag, almost hack-up a lung Like you picked an axe up and swung, stick to the core plan Dragged to the back of a trunk by one of your fans Irony's spectacular, huh? Now who's a faggot, you punk? And here's your Bronco hat You can have that shit back 'cause they suck It's just me, you and the music now, Slim, I hope you hear it We're in a car right now-wait, here comes my favorite lyric "I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die." And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP just to try to get people to buy How's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun! Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done Eminem killed by M and M, Matthew Mitchell Bitch, I even have your initials I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother, but fuck it Since you're in love with your city so much, I figured, what the fuck, the best place you could be buried alive is right here Two more exits, time is quite near Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear That sirens I hear? Guess ninety on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea As cops appear in my driver's side mirror (Oh, God! Police! Aaaghh!) Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at least New plan, Stan! Slim: "Chauvinist pig drove in this big Lincoln Town Car" Well, gotta go, almost at the bridge Ha ha, big bro, it's for you; Slim, this is for him And Frank Ocean; oh, hope you can swim good Now say you hate homos again! Part 2: Produced by StreetRunner I also represent Anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend I'm the nightmare you fell asleep and then woke up still in I'm your karma closin' in with each stroke of a pen Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in When they say all of this is approaching its end But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again Back's to the wall, I'm stackin' up all them odds Toilets clogged, yeah, 'cause I'm talkin' a lot of shit but I'm backin' it all up But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers After the track is demolished I am your lack of a conscience I'm the ringing in your ears I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils Eating your vocal cords after your concerts I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged Grab for some water But I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow I'm the bullies you hate that you became with every faggot you slaughtered comin' back on ya Every woman you insult, batter, but the double-standard you have when it comes to your daughters I represent everything you take for granted 'Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper's persona Is half a facade, and Matthew and Stan's just symbolic Of you not knowin' what you had 'til it's gone 'Cause after all the glitz and the glam No more fans that are calling your name Cameras are off, sad, but it happens to all of them I'm the hindsight to say, "I told you so!" Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow If you don't stop after they call ya Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt trip The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions If there's anything you have left to say 'Less it makes an impact then don't bother So 'fore you rest your case better make sure you're packing a wallop So, one last time, I'm back 'Fore it fades into black and it's all over Behold the final chapter in a saga Tryna recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle Twice, the magic that started It all, tragic portrait of an artist Tortured, trapped in his own drawings Tap into thoughts blacker and darker Than anything imaginable; here goes a wild stab in the dark Uh, as we pick up where the last Mathers left off

Legacy

rap

Eminem

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Tell me where to go Tell me what to do I'll be right there for you Tell me what to say No matter if it's true I'll say it all for you I used to be the type of kid That would always think the sky is fallin' Why am I so differently wired? Am I a martian? What kind of twisted experiment am I involved in? 'Cause I don't belong in this world That's why I'm scoffin' at authority, defiant often Flyin' off at the handle at my mom No dad, so I am noncompliant at home At school I'm just shy and awkward And I don't need no goddamn psychologist Tryna diagnose why I have all these underlyin' problems Thinkin' he can try and solve 'em I'm outside chalkin' up drawings On the sidewalk and in the front drive talkin' To myself, either that or inside hidin' off in The corner somewhere quiet, tryin' not to Be noticed 'cause I'm cryin' and sobbin' I had a bad day at school so I ain't talkin' Some cocksucker shoved me into a fuckin' locker 'Cause he said that I eye-balled him And if you fall, I'll get you there I'll be your savior from all the wars That are fought inside your world Please have faith in my words 'Cause this is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Why am I so differently wired in my noggin? 'Cause sporadic as my thoughts come, it's mind-bogglin' 'Cause I obsess on everything in my mind, small shit Bothers me, but not my father, he said sayonara Then split, but I don't give a shit I'm fine long as there's batteries in my Walkman Nothing is the matter with me Shit, look on the bright side, at least I ain't walkin' I bike ride through the neighborhood of my apartment Complex on a ten-speed which I've acquired parts that I find in the garbage, a frame then put tires on it Headphones on, look straight ahead if kids try and start shit But if this is all there is for me life offers Why bother even tryin' to put up a fight? It's nonsense But I think a light bulb just lit up in my conscience What about them rhymes I've been jottin'? They are kind of giving me confidence Instead of tryin' to escape through my comics Why don't I just blast a little something like Onyx? To put me in the mood to wanna fight and write songs that Say what I wanna say to the kid that said that I eye-balled him Grab hold of my balls, like, "That's right, fight's on, bitch!" Who woulda knew, from the moment I turned the mic on, that I could be iconic in my conquest? That's word to Phife Dawg from A Tribe Called Quest This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin' Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome 'Cause if I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to work words like this And connect lines like crosswords And use my enemy's words as strength To try and draw from, and get inspired off 'em 'Cause all my life I was told and taught I am not shit By you wack fuckin' giant sacks of lyin' dog shit Now you shut up, bitch, I am talkin' Thought I was full of horseshit And now you fuckin' worship the ground on which I am walkin' Me against the world, so what? I'm Brian Dawkins Versus the whole 0-16 Lions offense So bring on the Giants, Falcons, and Miami Dolphins It's the body bag game, bitch, I'm supplyin' coffins 'Cause you dicks butt kiss, bunch of Brian Baldingers You're gon' die a ball-licker, I've been diabolical With this dialogue since '99 Rawkus You don't respect the legacy I leave behind, y'all can Suck a dick; the day you beat me, pigs'll fly out my ass In a flyin' saucer full of Italian sausage The most high exaltin' and I ain't haltin' 'Til I die of exhaustion, inhale my exhaust fumes The best part about me is I am not you I'm me, and I'm the Fire Marshall, and this is my- This is my legacy, legacy, yeah This is my legacy, legacy, yeah There's no guarantee It's not up to me, we can only see This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy

Rap God

rap

Eminem

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"Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings" "But I'm only going to get this one chance" (Six minutes- Six minutes-) "Something's wrong, I can feel it" (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on!) "Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what. If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble; And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances" "You are just what the doc ordered" I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rap-bot But for me to rap like a computer it must be in my genes I got a laptop in my back pocket My pen'll go off when I half-cock it Got a fat knot from that rap profit Made a livin' and a killin' off it Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack I'm an MC still as honest But as rude and as indecent as all hell Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with) This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac' Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack And at the exact same time, I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to Aftermath after the fact How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs Feel my wrath of attack Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxi pad It's actually disastrously bad for the wack While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpièce 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintainin' this shit ain't that hard, that hard Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got Well, to be truthful the blueprint's Simply rage and youthful exuberance Everybody loves to root for a nuisance Hit the Earth like an asteroid Did nothing but shoot for the Moon since (Pew!) MCs get taken to school with this music 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" Now I lead a new school full of students Me? I'm a product of Rakim Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A, Cube, hey Doc, Ren Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position To meet Run-D.M.C., induct them Into the motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame On the wall of shame You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames Off a plank and, tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? Little gay-lookin' boy So gay I can barely say it with a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha-ha!) You're witnessin' a mass-occur Like you're watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy "Oy vey, that boy's gay!"-that's all they say, lookin' boy You get a thumbs up, pat on the back And a "way to go" from your label every day, lookin' boy Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy I'ma work for everything I have, never asked nobody for shit Get outta my face, lookin' boy! Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable Of keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy, 'cause- I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God Kneel before General Zod This planet's Krypton-no, Asgard, Asgard So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin You rodent, I'm omnipotent Let off, then I'm reloadin' Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' And I should not be woken I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin' But I got your mom deep-throatin' I'm out my Ramen Noodle We have nothin' in common, poodle I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil It's me, my honesty's brutal But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though For good at least once in a while So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes To maybe try to help get some people through tough times But I gotta keep a few punchlines Just in case 'cause even you unsigned Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime I know there was a time where once I Was king of the underground But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine Appeal with the skin color of mine You get too big and here they come tryin' To censor you like that one line I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows You write normal? Fuck being normal! And I just bought a new raygun from the future Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad Singin' to a man while he played piano Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel So Ray J went straight to the radio station The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream." Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop,"-'cause I found a hella way to fuse it With rock, shock rap with Doc Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it "I don't know how to make songs like that I don't know what words to use." Let me know when it occurs to you While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you How many verses I gotta murder to Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie But look at the accolades these skills brung me Full of myself, but still hungry I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to And I'm a million leagues above you Ill when I speak in tongues, but it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel I'ma sleep in the front seat Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky" But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have, then you may be a little patient And more sympathetic to the situation And understand the discrimination But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then! But if I can't batter the women How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?! Don't mistake him for Satan; it's a fatal mistake If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and Don't be a retard-be a king? Think not Why be a king when you can be a god?

The Monster

rap

Eminem

{Rihanna}

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey Wanted to receive attention for my music Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me For wantin' my cake, and eat it too, and wantin' it both ways Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated When I blew, see, but it was confusing 'Cause all I wanted to do's be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam Whoo! Hit the lottery, ooh-wee! But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet It was like winnin' a used mink Ironic 'cause I think I'm gettin' so huge I need a shrink I'm beginnin' to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep Goin' coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith But I'm actually weirder than you think, 'cause I'm- I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Now, I ain't much of a poet But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment And don't squander it 'cause you never know when it all Could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjurin' Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from Yeah, ponderin'll do you wonders No wonder you're losin' your mind, the way it wanders Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo! I think it went wanderin' off down yonder And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen 'Cause I need an interventionist To intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict 'Cause the very thing that I love's killin' me and I can't conquer it My OCD's conkin' me in the head, keep knockin' Nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkin' I'm just relayin' what the voice in my head's sayin' Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the- I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Call me crazy, but I have this vision, one day that I'll walk amongst you a regular civilian But until then, drums get killed and I'm comin' straight at MC's, blood gets spilled and I'll take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track Give every kid who got played that pumped-up feelin' And shit to say back to the kids who played him I ain't here to save the fuckin' children But if one kid out of a hundred million Who are goin' through a struggle, feels it and relates, that's great! It's payback, Russell Wilson fallin' way back In the draft, turn nothin' into somethin', still can make that Straw into gold, chump, I will spin-Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack Maybe I need a straightjacket Face facts: I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that! It's nothin', I'm still friends with the- I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed (Get along with) Get along with the voices inside of my head (You're tryin' to) You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath (And you think) And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy Well, that's nothin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Well, that's nothin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Headlights

rap

Eminem

{"Nate Ruess"}

Mom, I know I let you down And though you say the days are happy Why is the power off and I'm fucked up? And, Mom, I know he's not around But don't you place the blame on me As you pour yourself another drink, yeah I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I went in headfirst, never thinkin' about who what I said hurt In what verse, my mom probably got it the worst The brunt of it, but as stubborn as we are, did I take it too far? "Cleanin' Out My Closet" and all them other songs But regardless, I don't hate you 'cause, Ma You're still beautiful to me, 'cause you're my mom Though far be it from you to be calm Our house was Vietnam, Desert Storm And both of us put together could form an atomic bomb Equivalent to chemical warfare And forever we could drag this on and on But agree to disagree, that gift for me Up under the Christmas tree don't mean shit to me You're kickin' me out? It's fifteen degrees And it's Christmas Eve, "Little prick, just leave!" Ma, let me grab my fucking coat! Anything to have each other's goats Why we always at each other's throats? Especially when Dad, he fucked us both We're in the same fuckin' boat You'd think that'd make us close (Nope) Further away it drove us, but together, headlights shine And a car full of belongings, still got a ways to go Back to grandma's house, it's straight up the road And I was the man of the house, the oldest So my shoulders carried the weight of the load Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight-years-old And that's when I realized you were sick And it wasn't fixable or changeable And to this day we remain estranged, and I hate it though, but- I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far 'Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though 'Cause you ain't even get to witness your grandbabies grow But I'm sorry, Mama, for "Cleanin' Out My Closet" At the time I was angry, rightfully? Maybe so Never meant that far to take it, though 'Cause now I know it's not your fault, and I'm not makin' jokes That song I no longer play at shows And I cringe every time it's on the radio And I think of Nathan being placed in a home And all the medicine you fed us and How I just wanted you to taste your own But now the medication's takin' over And your mental state's deterioratin' slow And I'm way too old to cry, this shit is painful, though But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both Foster care, that cross you bear, few may be as heavy as yours But I love you, Debbie Mathers Oh, what a tangled web we have 'cause One thing I never asked was Where the fuck my deadbeat dad was Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keepin' up with every address But I'da flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus Owned a collection of maps And followed my kids to the edge of the atlas If someone ever moved 'em from me That you coulda bet your asses If I had to come down the chimney, dressed as Santa, kidnap 'em And although one has only met their grandma once You pulled up in our drive one night As we were leavin' to get some hamburgers Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you And as you left, I had this overwhelming sadness Come over me as we pulled off to go our separate paths and I saw your headlights as I looked back And I'm mad I didn't get the chance to Thank you for being my mom and my dad So, Mom, please accept this as a Tribute; I wrote this on the jet, I guess I had to Get this off my chest, I hope I get the chance to Lay it 'fore I'm dead, the stewardess said to fasten My seatbelt, I guess we're crashin' So, if I'm not dreamin', I hope you get this message that I will always love you from afar, 'cause you're my mom I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I want a new life (Start over) One without a cause (Clean slate) So I'm coming home tonight (Yeah) Well, no matter what the cost And if the plane goes down Or if the crew can't wake me up Well, just know that I'm alright I was not afraid to die Oh, even if there's songs to sing Well, my children will carry me Just know that I'm alright I was not afraid to die Because I put my faith in my little girls So I'll never say goodbye cruel world Just know that I'm alright I am not afraid to die I guess we are who we are Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on Maybe we took this too far I want a new life

V. 3005

rap

Childish Gambino

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No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side 'Til 3005, hol' up Okay, hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago Crew at my house and we party every weekend, so On the radio, that's my favorite song Make me bounce around like I don't know, like I won't be here long Now the thrill is gone, got no patience, 'cause I'm not a doctor Girl, why is you lying? Girl, why you Mufasa? Yeah, mi casa su casa, got it stripping like Gaza Got so high off volcanoes, now the flow is so lava Yeah, we spit that saliva, iPhone got message from Viber Either the head is so hydra, or we let bygones be bygones "My God, you pay for your friends?" I'll take that as a compliment Got a house full of homies, why I feel so the opposite? Incompetent ain't the half of it Saturdays we're Young Lavish-ing Saddest shit, is I'm bad as it Beans they took from the cabinet (Woah) Sorry, I'm just scared of the future 'Til 3005, I got your back, we can do this, hol' up No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side 'Til 3005, hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side 'Til 3005, hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) I used to care what people thought, but now I care more I mean, nobody out here's got it figured out So, therefore, I've lost all hope of a happy ending Depending on whether or not it's worth it So insecure, no one's perfect We spend it with no shame, we blow that like Coltrane We in here like Rogaine, or leave it like Cobain And when I'm long gone, whole crew sing a swan song 'Cause we all just ticking time bombs Got a Lambo like LeBron's mom And no matter where all of my friends go Emily, Fam, and Lorenzo All of them people my kinfolk, at least I think so Can't tell 'Cause when them checks clear, they're not here 'Cause they don't care It's kinda sad, but I'm laughing, whatever happens Assassins, I'm stabbed in the back of my cabin Labrador yapping, I'm glad that it happened, I mean it Between us, I think there's something special And if I lose my mental, just hold my hand Even if you don't understand, hol' up No matter what you say or what you do (No, no) When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you (You and me) Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side 'Til 3005, hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side 'Til 3005, hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up), hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up (Hol' up) Hol' up, hol' up Hol' up, hol' up Hol' up, hol' up Hol' up, hol' up Na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na We did it! Yay! Nigga, you so thirsty

Riptide

rock

Vance Joy

{}

I was scared of dentists and the dark I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations Oh, all my friends are turning green You're the magician's assistant in their dream Oh, oh-o-oh, and they come unstuck Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you, when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat 'cause You're gonna sing the words wrong There's this movie that I think you'll like This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City This cowboy's running from himself And she's been living on the highest shelf Oh, oh-o-oh, and they come unstuck Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat 'cause You're gonna sing the words wrong I just wanna, I just wanna know If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay I just gotta, I just gotta know I can't have it, I can't have it, any other way I swear she's destined for the screen Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh Lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you, when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat 'cause You're gonna sing the words wrong Oh lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat 'cause You're gonna sing the words wrong Oh lady, running down to the riptide Taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand man I love you when you're singing that song and I got a lump in my throat 'cause You're gonna sing the words wrong, yeah I got a lump in my throat 'cause You're gonna sing the words wrong

Whats Up?

rock

4 Non Blondes

{}

25 years and my life is still Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination I realized quickly when I knew I should That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man For whatever that means And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out what's in my head And I, I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning and I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream from the top of my lungs "What's going on?" And I say, hey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said "Hey, a-what's going on?" And I say, hey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said "Hey, a-what's going on?" Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, uh huh Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, uh huh And I try Oh my God, do I try I try all the time In this institution And I pray Oh my God, do I pray I pray every single day For revolution And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out, what's in my head And I, I am feeling a little peculiar And so I wake in the morning and I step outside And I take a deep breath and I get real high And I scream from the top of my lungs "What's going on?" And I say, hey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said "Hey, what's going on?" And I say, hey-ey-ey Hey-ey-ey I said "Hey, a-what's going on?" And I say, hey-ey-ey (Wake in the morning and step outside) Hey-ey-ey (Take a deep breath and I get real high) (And I scream) I said "Hey, a-what's going on?" And I say, hey-ey-ey (Wake in the morning and step outside) Hey-ey, yeah yeah yeah (Take a deep breath and I get real high) (And I scream) I said "Hey, a-what's going on?" Ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, uh huh 25 years and my life is still Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope For a destination, mmm

III. Telegraph Ave. Oakland by Lloyd

rap

Childish Gambino

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Power 106! LA, it's ya girl, Yesi Ortiz Got some brand-new music I need y'all to turn it up and let me know what you think It's Lloyd, called "Oakland", on Power 106 I was making Japanese and she's watching DVDs In Oakland, in Oakland Now I'm driving up the 5 and she waits 'til I arrive In Oakland, in Oakland Everything that I wanted Only gotta drive for the moment If you tell me, "Turn around," then I'm on it For the moment, but you know me You know how I get when I'm lonely And I think about you and the moments But everything you do is so Oakland, so Oakland Foot on the gas, I'm just trying to pass All the red lights and the stop signs I'm ready to go Before I get to The Bay, babe, that's a problem Because I'm way too scared to call And you might get me to stay, and oh I don't really mind the drive But I think I'd rather die in Oakland, in Oakland With my hands on two and ten So I guess it all depends on Oakland, on Oakland And I'm nervous, truth be told I never saw me growing old in Oakland, in Oakland And if I married you tonight It would probably start a riot in Oakland, in Oakland Everything, that I needed Now that I got you in your feelings Everything you won't say, you tweet it And a nigga don't like that shit at all So treated Can we just roll with the feeling? Can we just roll for a minute? Wait a minute Foot on the gas, I'm just trying to pass All the red lights and the stop signs I'm ready to go But I'm really not ready, girl, that's a problem 'Cause I'm way too scared to fall And I know you choose to stay, and oh All the girlfriends saying, "Here we go again" Rich kid, but he act like a gentleman Last one didn't end like it should've been Two dates and he still wanna get it in And they're saying it's because of the Internet Try her once and it's on to the next chick X-O the O face on your exes, right? And we can do the same thing if you wanna have at it When your thoughts can't breathe and you thinking asthmatic And you wanna be a mom and I wasn't mad at it I was thinking 'bout me, I'd be really bad at it 'Cause I'm thinking 'bout me, weeks in Dubai Fourth of July, house in Kauai, yeah, we can try So let's try Whoa I took off my nine-to-five But you still don't have the time to kiss me, just hit me And if I left you all alone, would you still pick up the phone? It's iffy, you miss me I got furniture to move And we'll both be thirty soon in Oakland, in Oakland The only one I know is you So the fuck I'm supposed to do in Oakland? In Oakland In Oakland, in Oakland In Oakland, in Oakland In Oakland, in Oakland In Oakland, in Oakland In Oakland, in Oakland

Love Game

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Eminem

{"Kendrick Lamar"}

Something's burnin', I can't figure out what *sniffs* (Out what) It's either lust or a cloud of dust Judgement is clouded; must Just be the powder from the power of (Love!) But I'm in something I don't know how to get out of Left my girl in the house alone (Ah!) Is that my soon-to-be-spouse's moan? And the further I walk, the louder (Ah, ah!) Pause for a minute to make certain that's what I heard 'Cause after all, this is her place So I give her the benefit of the doubt, I Think I might be about to bust her, bust her (Ah!) The thought's scary, yo, though and it hurts-brace! Hope it ain't, "Here we go, yo!" 'Cause my head already goes to worst-case Scenario, though in the first place (Ah, fuck) But you confirmed my low-end theory though (Ah!) Should've known when I made it all the way to third base And that was only the first date Could've made it to home plate (Oh!) But you slid straight for the dome and dove face first "No, (*slurp*) you don't (*slurp*) under- (*slurp*) -stand, (*slurp*) I (*slurp*) don't (*slurp*) do this for (*hic*) anyone, (*hic*) ever (*slurp*)" Yeah, that ain't what they all say? I'll say, you can suck a softball through a straw Used to be my fiancé 'Til you sucked on Wayne, André, and Kanye LeBron, Akon, JAY, Lil Jon, Raekwon, Ma$e Polow da Don, Dre, Dante Ross, James Conway, Kwamé?! Guess I'm gettin' my g-goddang Jigga on, eh? 'Cause your name, I'm beyond sayin' (Ha) But fuck it, I'm movin' on, you women are all cray But I'll probably always keep on playin' the- Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more She hates my company, guess she don't love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" I told that bitch, "I'm a sucker for love, you a sucker for dick" Suckin' dick in your mama tub, then your granny walked in Told the stupid nigga to duck under the water He drowned, like an abortion They booked you for manslaughter You beat the case and I called ya "Sherane is not available now, leave a message at the tone And Kendrick, don't forget to buy two pair of those Expensive heels, you little fuckin' Ferris wheel Fuckin' spinnin' on me-fuck you think, we gon' get married still? Fuckin' Mary had a little lamb, this ain't no fairy tale Fairy godmama better tell you how I fuckin' feel Like you should fuckin' beat it Or fuckin' eat it while I'm on my period Now have a blessed day!" (*Phone hangs up*) Bitch, you serious? I'm in the mirror with this look on my face, curious Why you ain't fuckin' with me? You cut me deep as Caesarean You know I want you bad as a Benjamin, I'm delirious I want you bad as the head shattered on George Zimmerman After the Dillinger hit him diligently and killin' him His mouthpiece for a Cadillac emblem That's analogy and metaphor for you I should win a medal for all the ways I adore you This is me talkin' cordial, yeah, I got some home training That ain't what you like, ain't it? What about if I was as famous as Marshall? Would you give fellatio in the carpool? Cops pull us over, they just wanna know if you gargle Singin', "I hope she's good enough Meanwhile you're chasin' her" Chlamydia couldn't even get rid of her Pity the fool and pity the fool in me, I'ma live with her Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love She doesn't love me, no, she don't love me no more She hates my company, guess she don't love me no more I tried to get her up out of my head, left my bags at the door She screamed she loved me like she never did before And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" And I told her, "Go where you wanna! Go do whatcha wanna do, I don't care!" So needless to say I'm feelin' betrayed Snatch my house key off her key chain She jumps off Wee-Bey from The Wire's dick Now she's chasin' me with a cheese grater Here goes that broken record cliché It's all my fault anyway, she's turnin' the tables, I'm a beat-break She treats my face like Serato, she cuts and scratches like a DJ Each day is an Instant Replay They say what we display is symptomatic of addict behaviour Back together, but forgot today was her B-day She cut me off on the freeway Simple misunderstanding, but just as I went to slam on the brakes That's when I realized that she may be crazy as me, wait Bitch cut my fuckin' brakeline Stepped on them fuckers eight times Still goin' seventy-three, thank God there's an exit comin' up What the mother-F-U-C-K's wrong with her? Hit the off ramp 'til I coasted to a goshdamn halt Hit a fuckin' tree, now here she comes at full speed She's racin' at me, okay, you wanna fuck with me, eh? Snatch that bitch out her car through the window She screamin', I body slam her on the cement Until the concrete gave and created a sinkhole Buried the stink ho in it, then paid to have the street repaved (The fuck?) Woke up in a dream state In a cold sweat like I got hit with a freeze ray during a heat wave Guess I eventually caved though, 'cause she's layin' next to me in bed-directly aimin' a gat at my head! Woke up again and jumped up Like, "Fuck it! I've had it, I'm checkin' into rehab" I confess I'm a static addict, I guess that's why I'm so clingy Every girl I've ever had either says I got too much baggage Or I'm too fuckin' dramatic Man, what the fuck is the matter? I'm just a fuckin' romantic I fuckin' love you, you fuckin' bitch! Combative, possessive, in fact last time I was mad at an ex I actually set off a chain reaction of tragic events I said, "Hit the road", then after she left I sent that bitch a text that said, "Be careful driving Don't read this and have an accident" She glanced to look at it and wrecked (*Car crashes*) Too bad, thought we had a connect No sense dwelling makes, never been a more compelling case Than the model covered in L'Oréal and mace Who fell from grace eleven stories for storytellin' While the whore was yellin', "Rape!" 'Til her vocal cords were swellin' And her voice were more hoarser than Tori Spellings' face Still they swarm the gates of my fancy estates To greet Norman Bates with a warm embrace 'Less you're Andrea Yates, don't ask me for a date though Don't be late, well, the sentiment's great But wait, think there's been a mistake You wanted an intimate date, I wanna intimidate I have infinite hate in my blood It's mainly 'cause of the game of- (*Message sound*) Wait, "dinner at eight"? I have infinite hate in my blood It's mainly 'cause of the- Game of love, love, love, love La-La-La-La-La love

Say Something

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A Great Big World

{"Christina Aguilera"}

Say something, I'm giving up on you I'll be the one if you want me to Anywhere, I would've followed you Say something, I'm giving up on you And I... am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl Say something, I'm giving up on you I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you Anywhere, I would've followed you Say something, I'm giving up on you And I will swallow my pride You're the one that I love And I'm saying goodbye Say something, I'm giving up on you And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you And anywhere, I would've followed you, oh-oh Say something, I'm giving up on you Say something, I'm giving up on you Say something...

Stay Ready What a Life

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Jhen Aiko

{"Jhené Aiko","Kendrick Lamar"}

Part I: Stay Ready We do not exist in Any other instant Here in this dimension You and I are meant to be I have waited lifetimes to find you Now that you're here I can remind you Of the things you've been dreaming Times two I promise you If you just give me 24 Man, all I need is 24 hours I promise you'll want plenty more You've probably been waiting forever So how does it sound: Us on the ground Giving you my love? There's no place quite like here There's no better time than now You gotta stay ready There's no place quite like here There's no better time than now That's why I stay ready Tell me find your spot with the warning that I might slip And when you climb on top that's the ultimate road trip Ride on me like your Pac got me thinkin' it's 96' I can rap on some nineties shit, wrap your leggings around my hip I'm so hip to it, tourists want to come speculate But if I stay monogamous promise this kiss will always taste like candy And, yeah, it's obvious momma now probably can't stand me I'm sure they're tired of this look that you have when you're antsy We gon' fuck around (Mmm), we gon' fuck around And triple through triplets of babies right now And that might break the record and no, that don't mean you're fertile That means we're fucking reckless, plus we don't use protection I find myself reading old text messages when I'm bored We find ourselves sexting 'til that connection is restored I know that sounds immature, but if we never grow up Then I wish you good luck on the seats thats inside this Porsche Come to me, come, come to me Look at what you've done to me You put a gun to me Then you brought the sun to me Shine like blood diamonds Learning to have patience only cause you are timeless The universe energy doesn't lie And this chemistry is infinity at a million times I wrote a million rhymes describing your star power And after 24 bars, you get 24 hours There's no place quite like here There's no better time than now You gotta stay ready There's no place quite like here There's no better time than now That's why I stay ready All that I know is right now Nothing's for sure but, right now Gotta get yours like, right now All that I know is right now Nothing's for sure but, right now Gotta get yours like, right now Part II: What a Life All that I know is right now Nothing's for sure but, right now Gotta get yours like, right now I been through some shit man But I be on my shit man I decided That what you give Is what you're given So I been tryna do it right I been doin' like Whatever gets me through the night What a life I'm steady always on the go You steady always on the go We steady losing all control What a life What a life What a life What a life They say The truth ain't pretty But coming from that pretty mouth The truth is fitting 'Cause you ain't never talkin' loud And you know plenty Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' bout 'Cause you just get me Yeah, you so pretty If everything is dipped in gold Then, baby, it will never grow Everything sweet ain't sugar coated What a life What a life What a life What a life What a life What a life that I've been given What a life What a life that I've been living What a life What a life we die to live in What a life

The Worst

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Jhen Aiko

{"Jhené Aiko"}

Tell me whatcha say now Tell me whatcha say? Come again? If you cannot stay down Then you do not have to pretend Like there is no way out I shoulda never let you in 'Cause you got me face down And don't take this personal But you're the worst You know what you've done to me And although it hurts, I know I just can't keep runnin' away (I can't keep runnin' away I can't keep runnin' away I can't keep runnin' away) I don't need you, I don't need you I don't need you, I don't need you But I want you I don't mean to, I don't mean to I don't mean to, I don't mean to But I love you Tell me whatcha say now Tell me whatcha say? You said that you would come again You said that we would remain friends but You know that I do not depend on Nothing or no one So why would you show up? So uninvited then Just change my mind like that Please don't take this personal But you ain't shit And you weren't special 'Til I made you so You better act like you know That I've been through worse than you I just can't keep runnin' away (I can't keep runnin' away I can't keep runnin' away I can't keep runnin' away) (But I don't need you) I don't need you, I don't need you I don't need you, I don't need you (But I) But I want you I don't mean to, I don't mean to I don't mean to, I don't mean to But I love you (It's lost in hope, aye-aye) Everybody's like "He's no item" "Please don't like him" "He don't wife 'em" "He one nights 'em" I never listen, no I should have figured though All that shit you was spittin', so unoriginal But it was you, so I was with it Then tell you the truth, wish we never did it 'Cause I usually do stick to the business But you came out the blue and then you just flipped it (God damn) God damn, baby, my mind's blown Be forgettin' you live in a different time zone I think I know what this is It's just the time's wrong And, yeah, I know what you did But, baby, I'm grown And my love is patient And kind of shit If this is real we can build Through different types of shit If you was really the realest Wouldn't be fightin' it I think your pride is just In the way Funny how everything changed Once you got all that you wanted Nothing was ever the same And though I don't need you, I don't need you I don't need you, I don't need you I still want you (Oh) I don't mean to, I don't mean to I don't mean to, I don't mean to But I, but I love you I don't need you, I don't need you I don't need you, I don't need you But I want you I don't mean to, I don't mean to I don't mean to, I don't mean to But I love you

Dernière Danse

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Indila

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Ô ma douce souffrance Pourquoi s'acharner ? Tu r'commences Je n'suis qu'un être sans importance Sans lui, je suis un peu paro Je déambule seule dans l'métro Une dernière danse Pour oublier ma peine immense Je veux m'enfuir que tout r'commence Ô ma douce souffrance J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur Est-ce mon tour ? Revient la douleur Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole Que d'espérance Sur ce chemin en ton absence J'ai beau trimer, sans toi ma vie n'est qu'un décor qui brille, vide de sens J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur Est-ce mon tour ? Revient la douleur Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole Dans cette douce souffrance Dont j'ai payé toutes les offenses Écoute comme mon cœur est immense Je suis une enfant du monde J'remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit Je danse avec le vent, la pluie Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur Est-ce mon tour ? Revient la douleur Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole