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Avicii – Without You (feat. Sandro Cavazza)

You said that we would always be
Without you I feel lost at sea
Through the darkness you’d hide with me
Like the wind we’d be wild and free
You said you’d follow me anywhere
But your eyes tell me you won’t be there
I’ve gotta learn how to love without you
I’ve gotta carry my cross without you
Stuck in a riddle and I’m just about to
Figure it out without you
And I’m done sitting home without you
Fuck I’m going on without you
I’m gonna tear this city down without you
I’m goin’ Bonnie and Clyde without you
Now I’m running away my dear
From myself and the truth I fear
My heart is beating I can’t see clear
How I’m wishing that you were here
You said you’d follow me anywhere
But your eyes tell me you won’t be there

BROCKHAMPTON – Junky

I look you in your eyes, say "fuck you, are you fuckin’ stupid?"
Respect my mother, ‘spect my sister, ‘spect these women, boy
I get my 99, I don’t own one, hit the store to blow your brains off
Better hope my aim off
Better hope the range off
Better hope my tame off
Before I blow your brains off, boy

[Outro: Dom McLennon]
No hands with the stunts
Jump off the roof like I do what I want
All of the life in my past wanna haunt
And my sight of the future beginning to taunt
My ambition
Man on the moon
Im marooned
I ain’t trippin
I’m on a mission
Every time that I speak they ain’t skippin
Turned my inspiration to a vision
That’s given
No slipping That’s the thought I had last night
Why you always rap about bein’ gay? I signed a pub deal and her opinion fuckin’ disappearin’
I’m payin’ bills for my sister and tryna fund her business
Is it homophobic to only hook up with straight niggas? [Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]
Me Ilamo Roberto, y estamos buscando a Jaden Smith
[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
I spit my heart out, lookin’ out for my best interests
He gave me good head, peepin’ out while the windows tinted
I speak in tongues, and I arrive without a damn mention
It’s kinda sick and I was born in 1996 and
1999 the only year that I remember
I slip through the cracks without havin’ a damn temper
I bleach my hair because these bitches all about they bitchin’
I say shit when I rap and y’all niggas barely listen
I do the most for the culture, nigga, by just existing
Delete my tweets ’cause I’m ashamed of being a fuckin’ Simpson
I told my mom I was gay, why the fuck she ain’t listen? Is your ass human? ‘Cause not enough niggas rappin’ be gay
Where I come from niggas get called "faggot" and killed
So I’ma get head from a nigga right here
And they can come and cut my hand off and
And my legs off and
And I’ma still be a boss ’til my head go, yeah

[Chorus]
Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down
Twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack inside
Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down
Twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack inside
Friendly, friendly, friendly steal, all my niggas down
Twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack, crack, crack
Friendly meal, cop and steal, all my niggas down
Twistin’ on the truth, tired and crack
[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
I don’t trust nobody ’cause they don’t deserve it
Niggas run in your house, they know you doin’ dirty
I got my hand on an ounce so now I got money servin’
I just bought me a fifth and now I’m speedin’, swervin’
I took a eight of them shrooms and now I’m hearin’ voices
I took like two of them pills, I can’t remember nothing
I ain’t under control, I’m losing motor function
I need a intervention, I need an exorcism
I need a therapist, paranoia and drug addiction
It’s very scary, my momma don’t even recognise me
I’m goin’ crazy, don’t need nobody to say they love me
My acts of desperation, I’m on an empty stomach
So fuck the consequences, I ain’t runnin’ from them
[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Feelin’ like a goner
Put my life in locker
Hotbox in the Hummer
Hotbox in the summer
If I had the option, I would do it all again
If I had the option, I would do it all again
I just wanna feel like I did the right program
I just want to appeal to my dad and my cousins (again)
When I cut that feel I do nothing but diplomas
Love is going, bet you didn’t do it by your lonesome
So I forgive my mommy, daddy, auntie and my uncles
For guilt-tripping feelings whenever they call my number
They see men dream, they see men fallin’
But when I dream, I’m smashing on a lana

[Bridge: JOBA & Matt Champion]
Both pessimistic, drug addicted, caught in our feelings
We spit venom then stare at the ceiling wondering why
My mom’s no alcoholic, she just wanna drown her sorrows
Love her to death and soon enough I’ll give back all I borrowed
Both so submissive, take turns dominating, the light has been faded
This hate-fueled love, we don’t fake it, no giving, just taking
[Verse 4: Matt Champion]
I took some steps to be a bigger person
I should’ve thrown ya off the highway to cause swerving
Ain’t no burden, ain’t no sermon, ain’t no motherfuckin’ black
I hate these hospitals and police and the smell of death, all that
I hate these shady folk that want a ladylike
But don’t treat lady right, but they be sayin’ like "just the tip"
And, yeah, you mad ’cause she ain’t fuck, mad ’cause she ain’t suck
Beat your ass before you got time to say "why not?"
Here to catch ya slip up, wish you could just rewind
Time to not fuck up, thought you were just lucked up
Where the respect? You know, like closet niggas, masc-type
Why don’t you take that mask off?

Bryson Tiller – Run Me Dry (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Verse 1]
I think she love me, ’cause I got the check on me
Wan’ spend the day and flex on me
Put a curse and hex on me
Scratch out my name, put the X on me
You should come check on me
Talk dirty and caress on me
Fuck it, might as well get undressed for me
Love how you get that pussy wet for me
Put a lot of stress on me
You used to obsess for me
Call the station and request for me
You done went and got a big head on me
[Chorus]
You’re running me dry
Oh girl, you’re running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told her "Bring it here"
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go go go
Drop that, down, Imma pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go go go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let’s go
Let’s go, oh yeah
Oh, you’re the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her "Bring it here"
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go go go
Drop that, down Imma pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go go go

[Verse 2]
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Used to break my neck for you
Spend my paycheck on you
Put my account in the red for you
Damn near put myself in debt for you
You made me obsessed for you
Thought I had the same effect on you
Couldn’t see I was the best for you
Now you gotta figure out what’s next for you
Now you feel regret, oh, do you? Baby, I could care less for you
Trust, I’m not even sweating you
You ran me dry, bet it gets to you (Oh yeah)
Out of respect for you
I curved bitches on the internet for you
I lost all respect for you
Baby, it’s my turn to flex on you
[Chorus]
You’re running me dry
Oh girl, you’re running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told ’em bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, Imma go, go, go
Drop that, down, Imma pick it up, up, up
Swing it around, Imma go, go, go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let’s go
Let’s go, yeah
Oh, you’re the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up, up, up
Swing it around, Imma go, go, go
Drop that, down Imma pick it up, up, up
Swing it around, Imma go, go, go

Chris Brown – Questions

Memories of love
That we once shared
Although it’s over now
The feeling’s still there
All that’s left
In this world to me
Is a future of what used to be
Oh, if I could only be a part
Of that scene again
On the inside lookin’ out
And on the outside lookin’ in
Baby, baby, baby
How I wish (how I wish)
We could do it all again
Baby, baby, baby
How I wish (how I wish)
We could do it all again
Oooh… do it all again

Fetty Wap, Red Cafe & Fabolous – Jackpot

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
I be in them foreigns like I got the bonus
I just hit a lick, yeah, I got the bonus
Shawty fuck with me, you just got the bonus
You just got the bonus, squad, ayy
[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jack
[Verse 2: Red Cafe]
Jackpot, jackpot, yeah
Rolls-Royce, that time, yeah
Blackjack, blackjack, woo
Money team, dope team, ooh
I been gettin’ paper all day
I ain’t seen a hater all day
I been goin’ hard, I don’t play
If you want the wave, you gon’ pay

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Hol’ up, fuck how you feel, you can’t stay
Take your boujee back to LA
Rolled up, then she hit the J
Splash brother, had to hit your bae
Jackpot, jackpot, damn
Baby got back, goddamn
Mask on, fuck it, mask off
Hard head but the ass soft, woo, hol’ up
[Chorus: Red Cafe & Fetty Wap]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (Zoovier, we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot (1738)
[Verse 4: Fetty Wap]
Ayy, she give extendos out the window, babe
Ayy, you see the wings wherever we go, babe
Ayy, they can’t control me, ain’t no remote, baby
They pop out and cut a hater, freethrow, baby
Ayy, it’s Zoovie, zoovin’ like what you mean? Before he check me, let them bangers squeeze, babe
I hit the season like pound a week, baby
They keep it real, you gon’ have to leave
Before your dope bitch take two of these
I brush it off, it ain’t nothin’ to me, baby
These niggas hard to try and box with me
Baby, ain’t no dog fight, ain’t no referee (squad)

[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot
[Verse 5: Fabolous]
Oh, jackpot, jackpot
Lil’ baby feel the jewels
Dealer dealt me a good hand
Got me dancin’ like Uzi
Shawty think she a baddy
She be bangin’ to the Boosie
She be twerkin’ to the RiRi
See my lifestyle in 3D
Gon’ get it, gon’ get it
‘Bout to check, I’m all with it
Girl, you got a lil’ sauce with ya
I like that, I’m all with it (splash)
Hold up, shawty sex so good that she don’t fuck for free, baby
But she gon’ bust that thing for me, baby, ooh
[Chorus: Red Cafe]
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I just hit the jackpot
I, I just hit the jackpot (we did it, we did it)
I just hit the jackpot

Papa Roach – American Dreams

[Verse 1]
It feels like, American Dreams caught on fire
We’re tearing down the white picket fences
A soldier bleeds, and a soldier dies
Have you ever thought that war was a sickness
I’m a son of it, fucked up from it
Casualty of my family ‘cause of it
We dare to dream, or live to die
Reunited by the truth at the right time
[Pre-Chorus]
Something’s wrong here
Or so it seems
Cause I’m not sleeping in
[Chorus]
American Dreams, American lies
We’re trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
[Verse 2]
With every bullet hole, there’s a blood stain
Another family that’s struggling to keep sane
Cause their neighborhood, ain’t a safe place
Got us all wearing black every Sunday
And I’m growing numb to the violence
Sing along to the sounds of the sirens
We’re trying to keep ourselves alive
But it’s hard to get by when it feels like
[Pre-Chorus]
Something’s wrong here
Or so it seems
Cause I’m not sleeping in
[Chorus]
American Dreams, American lies
We’re trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
Cause I’m not sleeping in
American Dreams, American lies
We’re trying to see through the smoke in our eyes
So give me the truth
Don’t tell me your lies
Cause it’s harder to breathe
When you’re buried alive
By American Dreams
By American Dreams

Luke Combs – When It Rains It Pours

Sunday morning, man, she woke up fighting mad
Bitching and moaning on and on ’bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good as gone
And then when Thursday came around, I was all alone
So I went for a drive to clear my mind, ended up at a Shell on I-65
Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket
Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waist of time, oh, but she was wrong
I was caller number five on a radio station, won a four-day, three-night, beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
Oh lord, when it rains it pours
Now she was sure real quick to up and apologize
When she heard about my new found luck on that FM dial
And it’s crazy how, lately now, it just seems to come in waves
What I thought was gonna be the death of me was my saving grace
It’s got me thinking that her leaving is the only logical reason
That I got the last spot in the Hooter’s parking lot
And the waitress left her number on my check with a heart
She picked up on the first ring when I gave her a call
And I only spent five bucks at the Moose Club Raffle
Won a used four-wheeler and three free passes
For me and two of my buddies to play a round of golf
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
Oh lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours
And I’ve been on a hell of a redneck road for three weeks now
And it all started on the day that she walked out
Then I won a hundred bucks on a scratch off ticket
Bought two twelve packs and a tank of gas with it
She swore they were a waist of time, oh, but she was wrong
I was caller number five on a radio station, won a four-day, three-night, beach vacation
Deep sea, senorita, fishing down in Panama
And I ain’t gotta see my ex future mother-in-law anymore
Oh lord, when it rains it pours
When it rains it pours

Quincy – Late Night Flex

Baby this ain’t confession,
but tell me your lies, tell me your lies
This is not misdirection (oh no)
not a disguise (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Girl I want the truth about your flaws
all, good and bad, lying is wrong
I wanna know about the things you never heard
The things you want
all for you to have it all, have it all
Those pieces of me in your hand
I left so you’d understand
I’ll never love anyone like,
anyone like you

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,
Girl I wanna be your man,
But if you wanna be a late night flex on the low
girl I would understand, alright (na na na)
I just wanna be honest, I just wanna be true
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
I just wanna be honest, I just wanna be true
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
I need you, ’cause everything’s right, everything’s right
And baby the next time I see you
No make up, no lies, oh yeah, oh yeah
Girl I want the truth about your flaws
all, good and bad, lying is wrong
I wanna know about the things you never heard
The things you want, I’ll be glad to give
all for you to have it all, have it all
I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,
Girl I wanna be your man (girl I wanna be your man)
But if you wanna be a late night flex on the low (on the low)
girl I would understand, alright (na na na)
I just wanna be honest (honest), I just wanna be true (true)
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
I just wanna be honest (honest), I just wanna be true (true)
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
Those pieces of me in your hand
I left so you’d understand
I’ll never love anyone like, one like you
I don’t wanna be your boyfriend,
Girl I wanna be your man (girl I wanna be your man)
But if you wanna be a late night flex on the low
girl I would understand, alright (na na na)
I just wanna be honest (honest), I just wanna be true (true)
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
I just wanna be honest (honest), I just wanna be true (true)
I ain’t talking bout anyone if ain’t talking ’bout you
(Oh oh. No no.)
(Guitar Solo)

PnB Rock – Heart Racing

[Intro]
Yeah
Got my heart racing
Can’t wait till we all make it
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
[Hook]
I’m just grinding with my gang until we all make it
Chasing all this money got my heart racing
I can’t fuck with niggas they be all hating
It’s funny how these bitches think we all dating
Ohhh I be heart breaking
I can’t fuck wit bitches they be all chasing
Driving in this foreign got my heart racing
I swear I can’t wait until we all make it
Yeah, till we all make it
I swear I can’t wait until we all make it
Driving in that foreign got my heart racing
Chasin’ all this money got my heart racing
[Verse 1]
Man I swear this right here might be my theme song
I don’t leave the house if I don’t got my chains on
Sorry baby I can’t cuff you bitch I ain’t gone
I just wanna smoke dope and get my lean on
Get my dream on, put my whole team on
Cut some snakes off that tried to get their scheme on
Fuck it though that’s life, I just bought some new ice
I just crashed a new foreign, only drove the bitch twice
I used to eat gravy and rice, now I can eat steak every night
I can take a nigga wife, i fuck her she won’t stay the night
Remember bitches tried to play me
Now them same hoes chase me
Man this lifestyle crazy but I will never get lazy

[Hook]
I’m just grinding with my gang until we all make it
Chasing all this money got my heart racing
I can’t fuck with niggas they be all hating
It’s funny how these bitches think we all dating
Ohhh I be heart breaking
I can’t fuck wit bitches they be all chasing
Driving in this foreign got my heart racing
I swear I can’t wait until we all make it
[Verse 2]
I swear I can’t wait till we all make it
Whole team passports going them far places
Houses wit all of them acres, rollie’s with all them big faces
Ain’t no more catching new cases, smiles on all of our faces
Man it’s crazy how we came up from nothing
We was just on the block fucking hustling
Selling them rocks and ducking them cops, fucking that work all up in the pot
Beefing wit nigga’s from right down the block
Pulling all nighters and X’n out opps
Now it’s all these bad bitches at my hotel
Remember my phone only used to ring for coke sales
Now I’m on tour doing shows now
Heart racing chasing paper on the road now
[Hook]
I’m just grinding with my gang until we all make it
Chasing all this money got my heart racing
I can’t fuck with niggas they be all hating
It’s funny how these bitches think we all dating
Ohhh I be heart breaking
I can’t fuck wit bitches they be all chasing
Driving in this foreign got my heart racing
I swear I can’t wait until we all make it

Dylan Scott – My Town (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

Football lights, Friday nights
Don’t play no more
But that’s still my team
And back behind those bleachers
There’s a spot where I kissed
The homecoming queen
Spent most of my years in these ten square miles
It’s seen all of my tears
It’s seen all of my smiles
I always said I wanted to leave
Now it’s the only place I want to be
This is my town, this is my town
There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
This is my town, this is my town
Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging ’round
It’s the middle of nowhere
But I call it home
I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
This is my town, this is my town
Everybody knows everybody
And everybody knows me by my first name
As the world gets complicated
We just try to keep it simple
And stay the same
There’s dirt on them roads
I don’t want them to pave it
Every memory I got
Yeah, them dirt roads they made it
If you’re anything like me
Take your drink and raise it
Yeah, go on and say it
This is my town, this is my town
There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
This is my town, this is my town
Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging ’round
It’s the middle of nowhere
But I call it home
I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
This is my town, this is my town, yeah
It’s the middle of nowhere
But I call it home
That’s what I’m all about
It’s where I was raised
At the end of my days
It’s where they’ll lay me down
This is my town, this is my town
There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
This is my town, this is my town
Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging ’round
It’s the middle of nowhere
But I call it home
I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
This is my town, this is my town
Oh, this is my town

Dylan Scott – Lay It On Me (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad you see
The things you do to me
If you’re feeling what I’m feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Give me a shot of them sweet pink lemonade lips
That’s it, don’t quit
Girl it’s right on hit
You could be my country dime
I wanna make you mine
You’re so fine, I ain’t lyin’
Don’t you think it’s time to
Fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, what you say? Come on fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, whatcha say? This is the third night in a row
We’ve been cruising the town
Windows down, singing songs
Just driving around
My buddies think I’m crazy
Hell, I might be maybe
But that’s okay baby
Whatcha say? Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad ya see
The things you do to me
If you’re feeling what I’m feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Fall into me, into my arms
Let me wrap you up with this southern boy charm
Hey bae, what you say? Girl you got a way
Of making me wanna take the long way home
while we hugging and kissing, getting the loving turned on
I need ya bad ya see
The things you do to me
If you’re feeling what I’m feeling hop on out of that shotgun seat
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby lay it on me

ASAP Mob – Feels So Good

Nigga, all she do pilates
I go hard, you rappers copy
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Cause it feels so good when it’s you
And it feels so good when it’s new
Yes it feels so good when it’s new
Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew
[Verse 4: A$AP Ferg]
Niggarache, new Versace
I be mobbin’ with my posse
Stretch that coochie like pilates
I’m gon’ eat it like hibachi
Play no game, no Tamagotchi
Finger froze like Liberace
Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me
While I rep Trilluminati

[Verse 5: A$AP Twelvyy]
Pally Pal, butter soft, we was in them lobbies
Holla, holla, steady mobbing, only God can stop me
Dolla signs a lot of diamonds, I’m about to sign me
Cop a tommy, yeah the tommy, thousand bands like Fauni
All in the forest, hey, lookin’ for porridge, hey
Ricky in storage
Fresh with the chorus, dressed like a tourist, hey
That’s with the bomber, fuck up some commas, hey
Glock for the drama
Do what I want, fuck when I wanna
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Cause it feels so good when it’s you
And it feels so good when it’s new
Yes it feels so good when it’s new
Why you actin’ like you ain’t knew
[Chorus: A$AP Nast]
(Niggarache)
I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
(Niggarache)
Fuck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw-blauw)
We smoked out my bitch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
Fuck what you think
Cause me and the money in love I think I’ma buy it a ring [Chorus: A$AP Nast]
I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
Fuck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw-blauw)
We smoked out my bitch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
Fuck what you think
Cause me and the money in love I think I’ma buy it a ring
[Verse 1: A$AP Ant]
My diamond’s shining, yours cloudy
Diamond’s ice, play hockey
Lean got me feeling drowsy
Stripper bitch, she work at Follies
Meet me at the hotel lobby
Air Max, running to the money
You ain’t takin’ nothin’ from me
And I’m gon’ die bout it
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
(Focus) From demons, distractions, to all the reactions of fame
She probably collapsing her heart over [?]
I’m blowing a kiss on the way
Production big, can’t fit on a stage
Too many fans to fit in the crowd
Too many bands to get them on stage
Screwin’ his band, his rhythm on stage
I say in advance so pay in advance
I’m way too advanced to figure him out
I set the bar, don’t give them a break
The bar’s too high to give it a raise
A flow like God so give him a raise
Stones I got I get ’em appraised
Draw my Glock and get him erased
Slow you, God, I give it away

[Chorus: A$AP Nast]
I can’t relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
Fuck out my face
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin’ all stank
[Verse 3: A$AP Ferg]
Niggarache, new Versace
Sippin sake with my posse
Eat that pussy like hibachi
Leave it wet, that dick Dasani
Salvador Dalí her body
It’s a work of art, you copy?

Sonamoo – Friday Night (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

금요일밤
어느덧 달빛은 나의 창가에
난 두근두근 두근거려 벌써
맘 부릉부릉부릉 시동 걸어
시곗바늘은 초조히 치근대
It’s almost Nine Nine
Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Nine
반짝거리는 별빛의 유혹
난리 난 내 핸드폰
들썩거리는 그룹 톡
Mama, She told me
To stay home, stay tonight
눈 딱 감고 잠들려 했지만
이대로 이 맘을 잠재우기엔
금요일밤 빨리 나와
그냥 잠에 들 순 없어요
금요일밤 기분 좋아
까맣던 밤이 새도록
하얗게 태워 All night
어디 슬슬 움직여볼까
흔들흔들 흔들어 Oh yeah

오늘 하루 폰은 꺼둬
여긴 조금 Burn Burn
집에다 전화해 미안 늦어 좀
거짓말 티 나도 한번 들어줘
눈이 슬쩍 Bang Bang
어딜 슬쩍 빼 빼
You can’t sleep night night
놀 자신 없으면 Bye Bye
반짝거리는 불빛의 유혹
아찔한 내 하이힐
들썩거리는 Party
Mama, She told me
To stay home, stay tonight
뭐 한 번은 따끔 혼나겠지만
이대로 내 젊음을 썩히기엔
금요일밤 빨리 나와
그냥 잠에 들 순 없어요
금요일밤 기분 좋아
까맣던 밤이 새도록
하얗게 태워 All night
바라봐 저 Full moon
내 맘처럼 부푼 오늘 밤
설렘이 꿈들이 별이 가득한 시간
빙글빙글 나와 춤을 춰요

금요일밤 빨리 나와
그냥 지나칠 순 없어요
금요일밤 기분 좋아
제발 날 찾지 말아줘
좀 늦을지도 몰라
어디 슬슬 움직여볼까
흔들흔들 흔들어 Oh yeah

Jonas Platin – Das Beste (Drogen Album)

[Intro]
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
[Hook]
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
[Part 1]
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste was es gibt (Yeah)
Schuhe sind von Fendi und die Weste Givenchy (Givenchy)
Habe meine Hater seit dem ersten Tag besiegt
Bitch, ich brauche keine Glock, weil ich mit Heckler-Waffen schieß (Pow, pow pow)
Auf dem Smartphone ist ein Apfel, auf dem Sweater ist ein Fohlen
Nein ich trage nicht Camp David, doch bin fame wie Dieter Bohlen
Deine Sachen sind gestohlen, doch hab ich sie dir empfohlen
Denn bei diesem Einkommen würd ich mir auch was von Kik hol’n
Kaufst du Samsung werd ich böse, denn mein Fernseher ist von Loewe
Knirps ich murk dich und das nur, weil meine Homies dich nicht mögen
Komm doch her was willst du tun? Du bist nur ein dummer Goon
Aus dem Lotus tret ich dich mit Yoji Yamamoto Schuh’n (Burr)
Pose vor dem Whip, genaugenomm’ steh ich vor ‘m schwarzen Benz
Guck wie meine Kette durch Xenonbelichtungs-Strahlen glänzt
Komme aus der Villa und lauf direkt richtung Laden jetzt
Bin ein Streber, doch nur im Bezug auf Stiftung Warentest

[Hook]
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
[Part 2]
4K, Netflix, High-Definition (Ja)
Dein Dad glaubt nicht an mich, ich werd den Heide finishen
Mein Chauffeur, er ist alt, ich sag: "Fahr Tattergreis"
Du bist ein Asiate und frisst an Vatertag Reis (Yeah)
Sex Models, McDonalds, exe die Sekt-Bottles
Headshotte jetzt deine Fam, weil sie Stress wollen
Fleeker Dude, Sneaker-Shoes, Twitter-Mood in der Booth
Später drink ich von der Bitch, ihre zwanzig Liter Juice (Nice)
Designer-Ketten von Dior in der Kammer
Jetz’ wird abgeschlossen, denn du bist wie Thor – nicht der Hammer
Pull up um Model S, Bitch, nie hat mir jemand was vorgesetzt
Ich interessiere mich für ‘s Gesetz nicht, bleib auf dem Boden als wäre ich Estrich
[Bridge]
Ich kann mich nicht entscheiden
Platin-Roli oder Breitling
Kommt drauf an wie ich mich kleide
Gebe keinen Fick, Bitch, ich kauf beide

[Hook]
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
Alles was ich habe is’ das Beste
Alles was ich trage is’ das Beste
Alles was ich sage hat ne Message
Stell mir keine Fragen, halt die Fresse
[Outro]
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa
Jaaa, jaa

Jonas Platin – Jp (Drogen Album)

Vier Uhr mittags Live-Stream auf Instagram
Danach werde ich gleich in mei’m Zimmer penn’
Gehe auf die Straße und seh ein’ Ginger-Man
Opfer-Style sein’ Fidget-Spinner mit dem Finger dreh’n
Du fährst mittags mit dem Bike in die Stadt
So ein Tweet von mir macht Viertausend Likes über Nacht
Jeden Tag, mindestens bis um drei, bin ich wach
Du musst Kack-Jobs nehm’ weil du zwei Kinder hast
[Bridge]
Und sie sagen von wegen
Hast du deinen Shit selber Produziert
Bitch so is’ das Leben
Ich mach meine Moves und es funktioniert
[Hook]
Yo, damn, es is’ JP
Fuckin’ Mainstream und die Bitches eighteen
Oh, man, ihr seid Fake-G’s
Fly wie ein Delfin, schwöre, Bitch, I stay clean
JP (Is cool) JP (Is schlau)
JP (Hat Money) JP (Ganz genau)
JP, oder kurz gesagt – Jonas Platin

[Part 2]
Eure Mucke hör ich niemals lauter denn (Denn)
Ihr seid miserable Autoren (Yeah)
Meine Jungs und ich tun outdoor renn’
Oder machen auf der Straße ein Autorenn’
Pimpe Snapchat mit den Spectacles
Heute Vitamalz, früher war es Actavis
Spreche Worte in mein Mike, doch ich rappe nicht
Denn ich spitte "Supa Hot Fire", wie der echte, Bitch (Sike)
In den Straßen macht es Klick-Klack-Wow (Klick-Klack-Wow)
Denn ich spiele Tic-Tac-Toe (Toe) mit deiner Fick-Fuck-Hoe (Hoe)
Deine Beats, was is’ das, Bro? Bevor ich darüber flow, bin ich lieber broke
[Bridge]
Und sie sagen von wegen
Hast du deinen Shit selber Produziert
Bitch so is’ das Leben
Ich mach meine Moves und es funktioniert
[Hook]
Yo, damn, es is’ JP
Fuckin’ Mainstream und die Bitches eighteen
Oh, man, ihr seid Fake-G’s
Fly wie ein Delfin, schwöre, Bitch, I stay clean
JP (Is cool) JP (Is schlau)
JP (Hat Money) JP (Ganz genau)
JP, oder kurz gesagt – Jonas Platin [Part 1]
Droppe ich ein Tape, kommt die Feuerwehr (Feuerwehr)
Ich halt mein Vermögen von der Steuer fern (Aha)
Ihr tut so als ob die Sneaker teuer wär’n (Teuer wär’n)
Dreißig Euro, Deichmann, ist das euer ernst?

Jonas Platin – Thirdie (feat. Mc Smook) (Drogen Album)

Fahr damit selber nicht, aber frag bloß
All meine Feinde sind so bankrott, wie ein Sand verkaufender
Strandshop
Gib mir ‘ne Leinwand, denn ich fühl mich so wie van Gogh

[Hook: Jonas Platin]
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein
[Part 3: MC Smook]
Snapchat-Gott MC Smook ist die Wahrheit
(Die Wahrheit) Doch in Wirklichkeit, bin ich doch nur allein
(Nur allein) Keine Bitch sieht aus wie Fergie (Fergie)
Ich inszeniere nur ein Thirdie (Thirdie)
Fake it ’til you make it, für Fame mach ich alles
Mache mich naked, hauptsache ich schaff es
Ich pack es, ich mach es, ich hab es
Egal ob es flach is’, ich lass es
Never ever, ich bin kein Battlerapper
Ich bin ein Instagrammer, Twitter-Guru, Snapchat-Rapper (Hahahahahaha)
Der Trend geht rum, von Cottbus bis nach Bautzen
(Nach Bautzen) Ihm folgen jetzt auch dicke deutsche Plautzen
(Deutsche Plautzen) Ich bin ein Held der Welt, will ich dir verkaufen
(Verkaufen) Bin so blass, ich bin nie draußen

[Hook: Jonas Platin]
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein Packe ein Thirdie in den WhatsApp-Status, hab Abitur, doch bin trotzdem planlos
Sag ey, du Opfer, wann fährt die Bahn los? Da fällt mir etwas ein
[Hook: Jonas Platin]
Und ich mach ein Thirdie
Denn es sieht so aus, als wär die Gang dabei
Mache noch ein Thirdie
Doch in Wirklichkeit bin ich ganz allein
[Part 2: Jonas Platin]
Der Trend geht rum, von Schleswig-Holstein bis nach Sachsen
(Sachsen) Folgst du ihm nicht, dann will ich dich im Sarg sehen
Ich lös den Blitz aus, ähnlich so wie Raichu
Trage Supra Sneakers und du trägst ‘nen Reitschuh
Strecke den Arm weit von mir weg
Zeige mein’ Swag, teile den Snap
Poste ein Foto mit „#Collabo“, doch sitze alleine am Mac
Mache ein Thirdie mit dem Camcorder, eure Anfragen sind in meinem Spam-Ordner
Trinke die Bitch, als wäre es Herforder, ich kriege Sex, wenn ich ihn herforder
Fahre im getuneten Audi R8, hab davon nicht sieben, sondern eher acht
Meine Gang ist größer als die Wehrmacht, wer lacht bei dem, was mein Gewehr macht? Auf Netflix hab ich jede Serie geguckt
Am besten sollt ich Texte schreiben, aber juckt (Tff)
Nehm mein iPhone, les den Twitter-Feed
Stalke eine Bitch, weil man ihren Hintern sieht
Will ihr ein Bild schicken, cool muss es sein
Aber welches? [Part 1: Jonas Platin]
Ich bin allein, sitze in der Crib
Alle meine Homies sind im Urlaub, was zum Fick?

Jonas Platin – Alleingang (Drogen Album)

Mein iPhone fällt auf den Boden und da bleibt es liegen
Denn ich copp mir mit dem Money dieses iPhone 7
Durch den Fame tun sich viele Bitches leicht verlieben
Denn ich veränder mich, doch ihr seid alle gleich geblieben

[Hook]
Hey (Whoo)
Ich mach alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
An die Spitze ohne Zweikampf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitte kümmer dich um dein’ Kram, denn du bist am Scheitern
Hey, hey, hey (Whoo)
Ich mach’ alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plötzlich sind die Leute schweigsam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ich will nur, dass du es weißt, man, jetzt is’ Nummer Eins dran
[Part 2]
Sorry mit dem Tape, dass ich etwas slow bin
Nahm mir zwei Minuten und jetzt denkt das Land, ich bin Edward Snowden
Könnte jeden Tag den allerletzten Dreck uploaden
Und euch trotzdem in zwei Jahren meinen Tesla showen
Stecke meine Ziele hoch, wie ein Dartspieler
Besucht mein Haus, bis zur Tür und ihr fahrt wieder
Verdiene mehr in einem Jahr als hundert Staatsdiener
Barkeeper, ich seh lieber Scheine, so wie Grasdealer
Ich sag: "Ciao!", hör das Dummgelaber der Misset-Kinder
Stressabbau, durch das Kugellager des Fidget-Spinners
Sex im Haus, tu beim Rumgemache die Bitches fingern
Bist zu laut und gehst zu den Ander’n, dann klickt es, Nigga
Das ganze Internet gefriert so wie Iglus
Denn ich bin cool und schicke meine Tweets los
Bitch, leider kommst du auf den Friedhof
Denn du findest dieses Lied doof

[Hook]
Hey (Whoo)
Ich mach alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
An die Spitze ohne Zweikampf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitte kümmer dich um dein’ Kram, denn du bist am Scheitern
Hey, hey, hey (Whoo)
Ich mach’ alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plötzlich sind die Leute schweigsam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ich will nur, dass du es weißt, man, jetzt is’ Nummer Eins dran [Hook]
Hey
Ich mach alles im Alleingang
An die Spitze ohne Zweikampf
Bitte kümmer dich um dein’ Kram, denn du bist am Scheitern
Hey, hey, hey (Whoo)
Ich mach’ alles im Alleingang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plötzlich sind die Leute schweigsam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ich will nur, dass du es weißt, man, jetzt is’ Nummer Eins dran
[Part 1]
Ich kann alles besser, macht doch eure Scheiße selbst
Mach die Straße sauber, Achtung, Leute, weiße Felgen
Ich bin krass, darum mache ich das meiste Geld
Schieße fünf Uhr Mittags an der Kreuzung auf die scheiß Gesellen
Bald schon fahre ich als Auto den Lexus
Willst du wissen, ob ich spare, Nigga, schau auf mein MacBook
Bitches hassen schlechte Tracks, da hilft auch nicht dein Nexus Denn sie machen lieber, glaub ich, direkt Schluss
Unter meinen Freunden keine Kritiker
Denn ich verspreche den’ W-LAN wie ein Politiker
Früher Geld für nix, heute einfach Ibiza
Ihr seid broke und Jonas Platin ist ein Teenie-Star, yeah!

Guns N’ Roses – You Could Be Mine

I’m a cold heartbreaker
Fit ta burn and I’ll rip your heart in two
And I’ll leave you lyin’ on the bed
I’ll be out the door before you wake
It’s nuthin’ new to you
‘Cause I think we’ve seen that movie too
‘Cause you could be mine
But you’re way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin’
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin’ done
I said you could be mine
Now holidays come and then they go
It’s nothin’ new today
Collect another memory
When I come home late at night
Don’t ask me where I’ve been
Just count your stars I’m home again
‘Cause you could be mine
But you’re way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin’
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin’ done
I said you could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine, mine, mine, mine
You’ve gone sketchin’ too many times
Why don’t you give it a rest
Why
Must you find
Another reason to cry
While you’re breakin’ down my back n’
I been rackin’ out my brain
It don’t matter how we make it
‘Cause it always ends the same
You can push it for more mileage
But your flaps are wearin’ thin
And I could sleep on it ’til mornin’
But this nightmare never ends
Don’t forget to call my lawyers
With ridiculous demands
An you can take the pity so far
But it’s more than I can stand
‘Cause this couchtrip’s gettin’ older
Tell me how long has it been
‘Cause five years is forever
And you haven’t grown up yet
You could be mine
But you’re way out of line
With your bitch slap rappin’
And your cocaine tongue
You get nuthin’ done
I said you could be
You should be
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine
You could be mine

Dylan Scott – Can’t Take Her Anywhere (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

Hey man, hey man, I see yah
Checkin out my girl like I ain’t got a clue
But I do. But I do, It’s ok
It doesn’t really matter ’cause at the end of the day
She’s mine yah, she’s fine
This ain’t the first time, You ain’t the first guy
I can’t take her anywhere, without causing a scene
Everywhere we go she got her own paparazzi
All the fellas getting jealous up in this bar
It’s kinda like I got my own little superstar
Anywhere, that she walks in
People stop and stare but I don’t care ’cause I know that
She’s a beauty, such a cutie and she don’t try
Even blows my mind
I can’t take her anywhere
Anywhere, anywhere
Anywhere
I can’t take her anywhere
Anywhere, anywhere
Anywhere
I turn around yah, two shots of crown
The boy thinks he’s got a shot but she’s turning him down
And I laughed, she laughed
Laid a kiss on my lips then sat in my lap
‘Cause she’s mine, yah she’s fine
This ain’t the first time, It ain’t the first guy
I can’t take her anywhere, without causing a scene
Everywhere we go she got her own paparazzi
All the fellas getting jealous up in this bar
It’s kinda like I got my own little superstar
Anywhere, that she walks in
People stop and stare but I don’t care ’cause I know that
She’s a beauty, such a cutie and she don’t try
Even blows my mind
I can’t take her anywhere
Anywhere, anywhere
Anywhere
I can’t take her anywhere
Anywhere, anywhere
Anywhere
She’s like a spot light, shining bright
Turns me on like a street light
At midnight in the moonlight, yah she’s looking so right
She gets to me when she’s next to me
It’s hard to breathe, I can’t believe she’s mine
I can’t take her anywhere, without causing a scene
Everywhere we go she got her own paparazzi
All the fellas getting jealous up in this bar
It’s kinda like I got my own little superstar
Anywhere, that she walks in
People stop and stare but I don’t care ’cause I know that
She’s a beauty, such a cutie and she don’t try
Even blows my mind
I can’t take her anywhere
Anywhere, anywhere
Anywhere
I can’t take her anywhere
Anywhere, anywhere
Anywhere

Dylan Scott – Hooked (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
It was a Friday night
No cover but the cover band was sounding right
But there you were
Just flirty dancing
By the neon sign
To fishing in the dark and
Reeling in my heart
And I look where you are
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m hooked on kissing and getting
Getting you turned on
Buzzing and loving on you
All night long
Like a hit song on the radio
You already know the way it goes
All it took was a look and
[Chorus]
I was hooked on
The way that you taking
Taking my shirt off
And running my fingers
Through your long blonde
Hair falling in your eyes
Like the first time they caught mine
All it took was a look and I was hooked

[Verse 2]
It’s Saturday
Still asleep and I keep leaving
No way
This ain’t a one night fling kinda thing
Wanna wake you up
Wanna press my luck
And my lips on your cheek
Like I can’t enough cause
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m hooked on kissing and getting
Getting you turned on
Buzzing and loving on you
All night long
Like a hit song on the radio
You already know the way it goes
All it took was a look and
[Chorus]
I was hooked on
The way that you taking
Taking my shirt off
And running my fingers
Through your long blonde
Hair falling in your eyes
Like the first time they caught mine
All it took was a look and I was hooked

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m hooked on kissing and getting
Getting you turned on
Buzzing and loving on you
All night long
Like a hit song on the radio
You already know the way it goes
All it took was a look and
[Chorus]
I was hooked on
The way that you taking
Taking my shirt off
And running my fingers
Through your long blonde
Hair falling in your eyes
Like the first time they caught mine
All it took was a look and I was hooked