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Peter Gabriel – Don’t Give Up Lyrics

PETER GABRIELDon’t Give Up Lyrics
In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail
No fight left, or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I’ve changed my face, I’ve changed my name
But no one wants you when you lose
Don’t give up
‘Cause you have friends
Don’t give up
You’re not beaten yet
Don’t give up
I know you can make it good
Though I saw it all around
Never thought that I could be affected
Thought that we’d be last to go
It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground
Don’t give up
You still have us
Don’t give up
We don’t need much of anything
Don’t give up
‘Cause somewhere there’s a place where we belong
Rest your head
You worry too much
It’s gonna be all right
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Don’t give up
Please don’t give up
Got to walk out of here
I can’t take any more
Gonna stand on that bridge
Keep my eyes down below
Whatever may come
And whatever may go
That river’s flowing
That river’s flowing
Moved on to another town
Tried hard to settle down
For every job, so many men
So many men no one needs
Don’t give up
‘Cause you have friends
Don’t give up
You’re not the only one
Don’t give up
No reason to be ashamed
Don’t give up
You still have us
Don’t give up now
We’re proud of who you are
Don’t give up
You know it’s never been easy
Don’t give up
‘Cause I believe there’s a place
There’s a place where we belong
Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up

Pussycat Dolls – Sway Lyrics

PUSSYCAT DOLLSSway Lyrics
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now, give me more
Sway me, make me
Thrill me, hold me
Bend me, ease me
You have a way with me
Hey, yeah, sway me
Sway, sway, sway
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak, I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Sway me, sway me
Sway me now

Mercedes Sosa – Caseron De Tejas Lyrics

Claro como el cielo! Viviremos el cuento lejano
Que en aquel caseron de belgrano
Venciendo al arcano nos llama mama … Tu sonrisa, hermana,
Cobijo mi duelo,
Y como en el cuento
Que en las dulces siestas
Nos conto el abuelo,
Tornara el pianito
De la sala oscura
A sangrar la pura
Ternura de un vals …
Revivio! Revivio! Viviremos el cuento lejano
Que en aquel caseron de belgrano
Venciendo al arcano nos llama mama …
Barrio de belgrano! Llamalo! Cuando en el pianito
De la sala oscura
Sangraba la pura
Ternura de un vals. Revivio! Revivio! MERCEDES SOSACaseron De Tejas Lyrics
Barrio de belgrano! Todo fue tan simple! Llamalo! Caseron de tejas! Caseron de tejas! Te acordas, hermana,
De las tibias noches
Sobre la vereda? Bueno como el cuento
Que en las dulces siestas
Nos conto el abuelo! Donde esta el aljibe,
Donde estan tus patios,
Donde estan tus rejas? En las voces dormidas del piano,
Y al conjuro sutil de tu mano
El faldon del abuelo vendra …
Llamalo! En las voces dormidas del piano,
Y al conjuro sutil de tu mano
El faldon del abuelo vendra …
Llamalo! Volveras al piano,
Mi hermanita vieja,
Y en las melodias
Viviran los dias
Claros del hogar. Cuando un tren cercano
Nos dejaba viejas,
Raras añoranzas
Bajo la templanza
Suave del rosal?

Peggy Lee – It’s Christmas Time Again Lyrics

Now Santa’s sleigh is on it’s way, with candy canes and toys;
And Wonderful things that Santa Claus brings
To good little girls and boys. Fires lighted, kids excited;
It’s Christmas time again. There’s thetree to trim;
Our glasses brim with love and joy and cheer;
To all a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! Candle glow and mistletoe;
It’s Christmas Time Again
Stockings hung and carols sung;
It’s Christmas Time Again
There’s thetree to trim;
Our glasses brim with love and joy and cheer;
To all a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year! PEGGY LEEIt’s Christmas Time Again Lyrics
Snowflakes fallin’, church bells callin’
It’s Christmas time again.

Turmoil – Staring Back Lyrics

TURMOILStaring Back Lyrics
i find myself alone despise the flesh i own this
mirror cuts deep here i go again staring at myself why
cant i accept the image i reflect i iv’e become the
enemy judgement plaguing me with insecurity these
mirrors hate me why why can’t i just accept myself i
will never accept myself

Johnny Cash – Wanted Man Lyrics

JOHNNY CASHWanted Man Lyrics
[Written by Bob Dylan]
Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol’ Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado,
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might be
If you ever see me coming and if you know who I am
Don’t you breathe it to nobody ’cause you know I’m on the lamb
Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town
I’ve had all that I wanted of a lot of things I’ve had
And a lot more than I needed of some things that turned out bad
I got sidetracked in El Paso,
Stopped to get myself a map
Went the wrong way in Pleura with Juanita on my back
Went to sleep in Shreveport,
Woke up in Abilene
Wonderin’ why I’m wanted at some town half way in between
Wanted man in Albuquerque,
Wanted man in Syracuse
Wanted man in Tallahassee,
Wanted man in Baton Rouge
There’s somebody set to grab me
Anywhere that I might be
And wherever you might look tonight
You might get a glimpse of me
Wanted man in California,
Wanted man in Buffalo
Wanted man in Kansas City,
Wanted man in Ohio
Wanted man in Mississippi,
Wanted man in ol’ Cheyenne
Wherever you might look tonight you might see this wanted man

Nina – Anything For You Lyrics

NINAAnything For You Lyrics
Anything for you
Though you’re not here
Since you said we’re through
It seems like years
Time keeps draggin on and on
And forever’s been and gone
Still I can’t figure what went wrong
I’d still do anything for you
I’ll play your game
You hurt me through and through
But you can have your way
I can pretend each time I see you
That I don’t care and I don’t need you
And though you’ll never see me cryin’
You know inside I feel like dying
And I’d do anything for you
In spite of it all
I’ve learned so much from you
You made me strong
But don’t you ever think that I don’t love you
That for one minute I forgot you
But sometimes things don’t work out right
And you just have to say goodbye
I hope you find somone to please you
Somone who’ll care and never leave you
But if that someone ever hurts you
You just might need a friend to turn to
And I’d do anything for you
I’ll give you up
If that’s what I should do
To make you happy
I can pretend each time I see you
That I don’t care and I don’t need you
And though inside I feel like dying
You know you’ll never see me crying
Don’t you ever think that I don’t love you
That for one minute I forgot you
But sometimes things don’t work out right
And you just have to say goodbye
no te olvidare, solo pienso en ti
jamás comprenderé como te perdí ­
y aunque el tiempo ya paso
desde que todo termino
aun no se que sucedió
yo sé que no te olvidare, ni guardo rencor
a ti renunciare, sin explicación
puedo fingir cuando te veo que no te
extraño y no te quiero
y aunque jama me veas llorando, mi
corazón te sigue amando
por eso no te olvidare a pesar que sufrí ­
no me arrepentiré porque de ti aprendi
que a veces el amor no es lo que esperas
hay que salvarlo como puedas
y si no hay otra solucion
pues es mejor decir adios
quizás encuentras alguien en tu vida
y te enamoras algún dí ­a
y si ese amor al fin te olvida
y necesitas de una amiga
recuerda no te olvidare, te espero aquí ­
si a mi quieres volver, yo te haré feliz
también puedo fingir cuando te veo
que no te extraño y no te quiero
y aunque jamás me veas llorando, mi
corazón te sigue amando
a veces el amor no es lo que esperas
hay que salvarlo como puedas
y si no hay otra solucion
pues es mejor decir adios

Syd – Bad Dream / No Looking Back

[Verse 1]
Deeper than still waters
Explorin’ your peaks and your hills
You be fiendin’ the thrills
Cause you’re a freak on the low
Now go as deep as can go, as deep as can go
You let me know that it’s real
And you get mad on the phone
I be hatin’ the tone, there’s just a lot going on
I think you know that I’m missing you still
Though maybe you don’t
Don’t let me get you alone
[Chorus]
I can break you off and hold it down
Give you all the things your body’s asking for
You can get me off, you put it down
You ain’t gotta’ lie, I know you nasty
Said you ain’t gotta’ lie, I know you nasty
Had you screamin’ like a bad dream

No Looking Back:
[Chorus]
We only kiss when we fuckin’
So, we don’t get too attached
‘Cause if this turns into something, we know there’s no looking back
No looking back, nah baby
No looking back, nah baby

[Verse 1]
Pull up on you, "like what it do?"
I crack a brew, you turn on a movie
Nothing to do but lay under you
Roll something, play a little music
I take my time
If it go down, it go ’til the morning
If I go down, you won’t let me go
You gon’ love me girl before you know it
We don’t want that, no we don’t
We won’t commit, no we won’t
Just call me when you get done, call me when you get home
[Chorus]
We only kiss when we fuckin’
So, we don’t get too attached
‘Cause if this turns into something, you know there’s no looking back
No looking back, nah baby
No looking back, nah baby
We only kiss when we fuckin’
So, we don’t get too attached
‘Cause if this turns into something, you know there’s no looking back
No looking back, nah baby
No looking back, nah baby
[Verse 2]
Hit me up around eight or nine
Wanna come over, let’s watch a movie
I’m on my way, you tell me to wait, say your place is a mess
Doesn’t matter to me
Don’t waste your time
Be there in ten, better buzz me in
We say we don’t want no love in this, but [?] don’t resist
We might get lit in the moment, but I’m the shit and you know it
Just call me when you get done, call me when you get home

[Chorus]
We only kiss when we fuckin’
So, we don’t get too attached
‘Cause if this turns into something, we know there’s no looking back
No looking back, nah baby
No looking back, nah baby
We only kiss when we fuckin’
So, we don’t get too attached
‘Cause if this turns into something, we know there’s no looking back
No looking back, nah baby
No looking back, nah baby

Audra The Rapper – Bxtchlxss

[Intro]
Yea yea
Five AM in the morning and shit
[Verse 1]
Done convincing niggas this is where they need to be
Walk outside tear down the whole street
Money on the line
Devil on Facetime
Sun shine but it can’t blind me
Seventeen when I told momma that I ain’t coming back
Gotta move on gotta move out gotta move shit
True shit, When I come through no more asking who you is
At my new crib looking at new cribs
Never content
Dropped four hundred to peep Lauryn hill spit
Money well spent
Shit ain’t been the same since
Nah we ain’t in the same tense
You a has been
This shit ever lasting
Niggas got a thing for the raspy
Love how the ass sit up when them draws come down
Hate chocolate but he love this brown
On the southside why you ain’t come round
I was on the chatline why you ain’t press pound
(Damn hello)
This shit ain’t been the same since…
Now im feeling like

[Hook]
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Now you wanna come round
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Now you wanna come round
[Verse 2]
You ain’t that low
No you ain’t that low
Swear I done heard it before
When I get them O’s
And you’re there alone
Nigga dont bang on my door
Cuz you ain’t that low low low
[Guitar Break]
[Verse 3]
Doe came then the hoes came
Couldn’t last long as a no name
Hand one shot nigga on your Cobain
How you fuck that up
I was down to my last luck
On TV with the tags tucked
Trying to get paid and shit
Talking that crazy shit
On the phone all day and shit trying to reach you
Now Ima teach you
[Hook]
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Now you wanna come round
You ain’t got no bitches so you on my line now
Fuck your good intentions all that hype done died down
You heard Im about my business now you wanna come round
Wanna come round
Now you wanna come round

DEMRICK – Superficial (Uncensored)

Work hard everyday and get it too)
[Outro]
This that summertime shit
Broken Complex Studios
And we still movin’
Keep that negative shit way over there
We don’t even want it no where close to us
Actually you see that corner back there
Pass that, I don’t even wanna see it
Nigga mad cause he don’t got something, better go out and work twice as hard
Nigga you acting way crazy right now
I don’t even understand your thinking
You gotta get your whole head right then get your bread right
Yeah [Intro]
Woah woah woah, yeah yeah
This that summertime shit
No doubt
[Verse 1]
I’m out here on a goal (I’m still movin’)
Paying bills on the road (The bills keep coming in)
So don’t say I’m superficial when I tell you I’m trying to get that dough (Let’s go get this money, yeah)
Yeah I’m trapping off my phone (I’m trapping off my phone)
Putting cookies in the cone (We got the flavors)
Just put a down payment on a house
Boy I’m tryna get my moms into that home (I got you momma)
So don’t call me superficial (Don’t call me superficial)
Just cause I’m official (Way too official)
Pick some food up off the menu (Go ‘head)
Don’t worry bout the bill, it’s not an issue (I got it)
Superficial, you ain’t seen the shit I went through (You don’t even know)
So all that talk is out the window (It’s way out the window)
All cash, no payments in the dash
It’s amazing baby, this is not a rental (Skrrrr!)
This a Hoppa instrumental (This a Hoppa instrumental)
I let him set the tempo (Go ‘head, set the tempo Hop)
Go into the booth, smoke a blunt
Make a song, man my life is that simple (It’s that easy)

[Hook]
So don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
(Don’t call me superficial)
Don’t call me superficial
Don’t call me superficial
(Cause I ain’t even trying to hear all that shit right now man, you need to shut the fuck up)
[Verse 2]
Don’t blame me for dreaming and not struggling
Up again hustling just to get it bubbling
[?] haters try to pop your bubble
I stay grounded like a shovel, but my mind is in a shuttle
Trying to figure out a way out
I wanna be at the beach with a beach towel where the bitches lay out
Being broke is played out
Me and my niggas on some new shit
Like taking our family on vacations on cruise ships
And groupies aiming for my pocket like a pool stick
Baby got cakes and like me on top like Cool Whip
Just copped the Rolly, feeling like a young Kobe out in LA
As around the way, they gon’ know me
This been a long time in the making
Now I’m poppin’ like bacon
Get my feet up on the pavement and I turned it into payments
It ain’t no changing nah, been the same since I came around
So let me know if you down
[Hook]
[Hook]
So don’t call me superficial
(Don’t call me superficial)
Don’t call me superficial
(I’m too official)
Don’t call me superficial
(They acting like if they can’t have it, I can’t have it)
Don’t call me superficial
(Shit crazy.

Ke$ha – Hymn (Live)

Money comin’ in at the right time (money)
Bitch lookin’ at me like a gold mine (gold)
Ass so fat that I went blind (ooh)
Gimme my racks, I’ma throw mine (racks)
Gimme that coke, I’ma cook mine (coca)
Flew to the plug in Taiwan (ho)
Bad ass bitch on my timeline (bad)
Like three pics, then I pound sign (pound)
Dope came in at the right time (dope)
Cash came in at the right time (cash)
Your bitch came in at the night time (your bitch)
She told me that your bands wasn’t like mine (skrrt)
Hop in the coupe with the butter seats (hey)
It’s no cuffin’ me, she just a slut to me (slut)
Got these grapes in the jet, it’s a luxury (luxury)
Make me mad and I’ll show the other me
Hoppin’ in the Lamb’, fine like a top glisten, white whine (skrrt)
Alexander Wang, Gucci loafer, python (woo woo)
Matte black Maybach, ridin’ Akon (bap)
Hundred round drum hangin’ out of one gun (brrrt)
At the right time, hit the right lick (right lick)
At the right time hit the right bitch (uh)
Bling, bling, blaow, nigga, light switch (bling blaow)
Smokin’ on a bomb, ISIS (boom)

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time) [Intro: Juicy J & Offset]
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (uh) get up
Get up, bitch, get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up
Get up, bitch, (woo) get up, bitch
Get up, bitch, (hey!) get up
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch came through right on time with the pussy
‘Cause I’ve been wanna hit it for a long time
Plug came through right on time with that pack
‘Cause I ain’t no more, I’m bone dry
Been gettin’ money for a long time
I don’t rent, I own mine
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ money, lil’ nigga
Hell nah, don’t hit my phone line
Molly got a nigga on cloud 9
That purchase came in at the wrong time
Your bitch wanna jump on my dick
Sorry, but you gotta wait, baby girl, it’s a long line
These fuck niggas keep hatin’ on a G
But a nigga can’t eat if he don’t grind
Hitters gon’ take your head off
AKA clothes line
Bankroll, I can’t fold mine
Need a boujee bitch to roll mine
Nigga keep lookin’ at all this ice
But I keep the heat on me like a stove iron
The money gon’ make your girl come show out
Bend her ass over, it’s show time
She ain’t wanna leave but you called her on her phone
Told her, "Bring your ass home," you was right on time, damn

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
Plug came through with that sack
I swear he was right on time (right on time)
Lil’ bitch pussy fat, ass fat
Goddamn she right on time (right on time)
Trapped all day, took the profits to the jeweler
Dropped it right on time (right on time)
I want you dead at 12
My shooters right on time (right on time)
[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, woo, Offset!

Montana of 300 – Busta Rhymes

{Intro}
Bussa Bus’
One seven
Rap God
{Verse 1}
Notorious
My warriors
Be glorious
Twenty-eight, Twenty two, now stories up
So keep my dick up out your mouth don’t be twisting the story up
I’m from Chiraq but caught my first body up in Peoria
Hit you with no delaying
So what you saying ho
All my lyrics is groundbreaking that Super Saiyan flow
Yeah my .40 cal bang more
That pops off of Wayans bros
Wet up shit like the rain though
This what we trained for
I am off of the chain hoe
Call me the Django
Rap god or the dang GOAT both in the same boat
On these tracks I’m Usian Bolt
Nothing has came close
This is what I get payed for
Dropping grenades hoe
Just bought broski a Draco
I give him the say-so
Black mask like he Space Ghost
Try me like Dej Loaf
I ain’t gotta call my hittas up I’ll come and get rid of you
Smiling looking sinister
Pull up in somethin’ tinted up
Body you and then I lay low like Forest Whitaker
Then go up lift my brothers and sisters like I’m the minister
I ain’t perfect with my kids if I ain’t working
I encourage higher learning I’m teaching through fire verses
Till the day we lie in hearses
I’m fighting the lying serpent
Ride and lurking
Hit you pussies make sure you don’t die a virgin
Johnny Torture
Tire burning
I’m fancy like writing cursive
Rap God I’m way to real to have someone come write my verses
Dangerous
You know this ain’t a game to us
My bang will bust
These bullets hit your brains and guts
Get changed to dust
Ain’t no one else to blame but us
You strange to us
Fu niggas cannot hang with us
You lame to us
These other rappers plain to us
My labels tough
Like KD back with James and Russ
Word to my mother I’m
Eating like supper time
I come from trouble times
I knew the sun would shine
Im hot like summertime
Dreaded like Busta Rhymes
My girl so fucking fine
Mo’ cake than Duncan Hines
They said Hip-Hop was dead
But i came just in time
My bars hold hella weight
Bitch I’m just pumping iron
This is serious
These fuck niggas on my dick and they fear me cause
I made them bleed like a bitch on her period
Banana clips for you monkeys if you curious
This is that part of chess
I got you all in check
They thought I wouldn’t make it
I made them all regret
I ball so fucking hard
The ref might call a tech
Might hit the mall and flex
My sons and my daughter fresh
I’ll never sell my soul
Bitch i won’t fall for that
You can’t get me to change
You got to call collect
Nike just like me my nigga I am a walking check
I’m more than blessed and more calculated than architects
I’m who they call the best
Flew from a falling nest
If I feel y’all a threat
We outside of y’all address
You don’ f’d up all black we dressed up
Put a clip up to his head give that boy a fresh cut
Driving dirty with no Ls i was living reckless
Swerving serving pounds just to get my check up
Had 20 on my wrist 20 on my necklace
Balled every time you see me just like Uncle Fester
I ran into the law man that shit was messed up
Never fold under pressure mother fuck them questions
Your niggas harmless; mine dangerous like Coolio
Don’t get nailed with this hammer I stay with the tooly, yo
I be strapped at every show even strapped at the studio
Just know that when you see these clips you ain’t watching no movie though
No I don’t give a fuck who he run with or who he know
I bet I leave them in the past give it to them like Rubio
Aw shit he catching bullets like Julio
I got green in my pants you just hating like Rufio
For acting funny like Chris Rock I’ll smoke them like pookie, hoe
I got powers like a monster and I’m saucing I’m groovy, hoe
And I’ve been rocking Bandannas since Weezy and Juve hoe
Yeah my belt and shoes Louis my glasses is Gucci though
When you hustling watch for rats man the shit can get spooky though
You got to get it then get out I learned that from the movie Blow
SQUAD!

THEY. – Deep End

[Intro: Drew]
Goin’ off the deep end
Drownin’ for the weekend
We don’t need a reason
Put it all on me
[Verse 1: Drew]
No, I know ’round the way, that’s just how it is
Yeah, I do it for no reason, that’s just how it is
I deserve somethin’ different than the average
If you in town for the weekend
Give me your blessin’, I ain’t gon’ judge you
We don’t know better
I ain’t the only nigga, so there ain’t no pressure
Just come and get it, I know you’re ready
It’s automatic
[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry
[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Post-Chorus: Drew]
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
Oh na na, oh na na na
[Verse 2: Drew]
Long days, she been workin’ long days
Main nigga got no juice, she been waitin’ on this all week
Four Seasons, get it poppin’ off like Pompeii
Parked up, Mauro, she wanna get up on me in the broad day
Shit, real shit, did that one time
Your type be catchin’ them feelings, they never on time
I ain’t been trustin’ no bitches in Rio, way back in 09′
We gonna see if with me if, you keep it together or not
[Pre-Chorus: Drew]
Give it to me, ain’t no time to play
Won’t hesitate when I’m divin’ in
Swimming so deep in your water
Vision blurry, vision blurry
[Chorus: Drew]
We’re going off the deep end
Drowning for the weekend
I don’t need a reason, put it all on me
I see you creepin’, you must be fiendin’
Don’t worry, you gon’ get the treatment
Put it all on me all, all on me

[Outro: Dante]
Let’s go, so now
Shit way too simple, so we gon’ do this one time for the one time
So your man, when he bump this shit
He know exactly why you left his ass at home
He ain’t just give it to [?] on the first night
So you and your friends think you slick
You really thinking that they ain’t got that shit figured out
I’m just saying
I ain’t here to judge you, but I understand
I been around [?]
Old times, you know what this is about
This ain’t nothin’ different than what you thought it was
Drowning for the weekend

NBA YoungBoy – Wat Chu Gone Do (feat. Peewee Longway)

Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
Chasin’ a check got the dick on the tec
Neighborhood crip when i crank up my set
Two tonka tecs with the invisible set
Rollie that day with the [?]
Put them bricks back together let’s get to the check
Bails in the vet, hunnit rounds kill tec
Choppa you hibach you thu-thu threw ya breast
Cuban link on my neck feature Lex Luger
What chu gon’ do when they hop out with rugers
Dope don’t cut nigga hollywood movies
John Wick shooter cut your body like Krueger
NBA Youngboy we come through recruiting
Shooter, shoot the shooter run in your medulla
Longway Ricky ruler stendo sticks still in school
Young gorilla work the vacuum seal
Sell a brick of bew what chu gon’ do? Gagging just to gang bang on yo crew
Put respect on it, pull up and check on ’em
Don’t let me find out you gon’ flex on ’em
Don’t let me find out that you fu-fu-fugazy
Don’t let me relate what you wait on it
LONGWAY BITCH
[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? Moms’ late for the rent I’ma stick me a nigga
[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? What are you gon’ do for that check? [Intro]
Woahhh
Yea
Praa!! Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? Made the breaking news gelato white the coupe
Baby blue and red my shooter piru
When I up and dump lil bitch what chu gon’ do? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck
[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
I been with them youngins’ they bangin’ lil nigga
NBA Gang, what they claimin’ lil nigga
Tell me what the fuck you thinkin’ lil nigga
Don’t point the finger up the banger lil nigga
No we don’t bluff when it come to a nigga
No hesitation we handle the business
Take something from me we gon’ cut off his fingers
Reach for my chain then get hit with the glizzy
Me and my niggas we come from the trenches
Walkin’ in public we strapped with extensions
Need more than that hoe for to catch me lil nigga
You know we ain’t puttin’ our trust in these bitches
Longway, Longway, really crippin’ lil nigga
Young Boy, Young Boy, really drippin’ lil nigga
Tell me what are you gon’ do? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What are you gon’ do for that check? What are you gon’ do for that check? Prrr!! What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What are you gon’ do for that check? [Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? (What chu gon’ do?)
What are you gon’ do for that check? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck What are you gon’ do for that check? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent?

Mozzy – Sleep Walkin

Gave them niggas sticks to bang
Helped them niggas get them chains and showed the hood a different way
Bust it down and deviate it, everybody seeing paper
I just want to see you make it, incubator 80’s baby
[Chorus] 2x
One up top ahky, something stocky in the choppy
Fat wally for bradaski, off a Oxy bet he mop ’em
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy, sleep walkin’
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy sleep walkin’
[Verse 2]
All them trials and tribulations, bail enhancements and arraignments
Affidavits and them statements, waiting game, so I waited
The numbers double up when niggas labeled gang related
Plus I’m in and out of family court for Dooters, shit was brazy
Child Protective Services, only thing can break me
Family of a murder victim, only reason you should hate me
I been feeling smothered lately, blood called me for the yankee
He ain’t even call to thank me for that put on I just gave him
I miss my brother Deezy, only if those bullets grazed him
Wasn’t no hatred in my heart until that happened, that’s what changed me
My last trip to Quinten for that yicki really saved me
I was moving mainey every daily, on my baby, nigga
Shoot you if you if you make me, nigga, E we finally made it nigga! [Verse 1]
Ay, we done came a long way, traveled down the wrong way
They ain’t find no shell cases, thankful for the cold case
Thankful for the prostitutes, assuming that we soulmates
Thankful for the big homie, coached me through the dope game
Boogers clutter both chains, Euros hugging both lanes
Caught up in this style of living, couldn’t if I want to change
Hang out on the porch with yay, out on bail, forced to pray
God is good, God is great, I thank you for another day
Thank you for this 100K, thank you for my girly face
I was too broke to ever visualize the world this way
Trapped inside a world of pain, I trapped for every quarter gained
I don’t do this shit for fame, bitch, I do this shit for gang
Since when did I go against the grain? Mozzy Shawn callin from the bounty, "what you facing, nigga?"
Shout out to the Asian boys, I love you for them k-da’s nigga
Call me when you need me, y’all forever in my favor nigga
[Chorus] 2x
One up top ahky, something stocky in the choppy
Fat wally for bradaski, off a Oxy bet he mop ’em
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy, sleep walkin’
Pour a four of wocky, vision cloudy sleep walkin’

Kap G – Rings

I wanna be mentioned with Pacs and Bigs and Dres and Yes and Jays

[Chorus]
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I want the finer things (the finer things)
I want designer things (designer things)
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings, the rings
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the) This shit wasn’t gon’ come to me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I just want the rings
Yeah, like I’m down on one knee
Yeah, and there ain’t no I in team
Yeah, everythin’ what it seems
Yeah, I been havin’ bad dreams
Yeah, that I was a has-been
Yeah, ain’t goin’ back to D League
Yeah, Kap made the Dream Team
Yeah, I feel like Larry Bird, I feel like Julius Erving
I feel like Magic Johnson, they gon’ retire my jersey
They gon’ owe me an apology, I deserve me a ring like I’m Iverson
I done made your main hoe do all types of shit, keep them shooters like I am Stojaković
I’m feelin’ like Kobe, shoot a thousand shots a day
Where I’m from, yeah, that ain’t nothin’, they shoot a thousand shots a day (brr)
Lotta sacrifices that it takes, are you willin’ to do what it takes? [Intro]
I’ma freestyle again, fuck
Yeah
Nigga think they gon’ sing
Yeah, ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I want the finer things (the finer things)
I want designer things (designer things)
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings, the rings
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the)
[Verse 1]
I want the Porsche, ain’t goin’ back and forth
Don’t got no remorse, I carry the torch
And for what it’s worth , I won’t get divorced
I want the ring like it’s Bron-Bron, I want the ring like I’m Draymond
I want the ring like I’m Ray John, I want the ring like Neymar
It don’t matter if we done by 4, if the gang went up in the fourth
I’m like Bill Russell up on the court, I just the only one hittin’ it no more
Want a bad bitch who dress up in Dior, who drink codeine just like Leor
I’m like Phil Jackson up in New York, I might go on the PGA Tour, yeah, yeah
[Refrain]
Yeah, yeah, I just want the rings, I want the rings, the rings, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I wanna be the bando, what they means, it means, yeah
[Chorus]
I want a bitch in a Benz (skrrt)
I wanna date her best friend (ooh)
I want the Louis V lens (ayy)
I want the Wraith with the tint (skrrt)
I want the finer things (the finer things)
I want designer things (designer things)
I want a lot of things (yeah, yeah)
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings
I just want the rings, the rings
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the)
I just want the rings (I just want the, I just want the)
[Interlude]
It took a lot of motherfuckin’ sacrifices just to get here, you dig? I had to, I had to go out there and get this shit, I had to go out there and get it. This shit ain’t sweet.

GoldLink – Meditation (feat. Jazmine Sullivan & Kaytranada)

I still see ya, I still see ya
Doin’ everything that we said we gon’ do
Girl I still see ya, I still see ya
Puttin’ all my pride and my girls to the side
‘Cause I still see ya, I still see ya
Smokin’ all my weed, bend the corners in the streets
So I can still see ya, I still see ya
You wanna be me, I wanna eat ya
I wanna meet your ex, so I can beat him
And have a daughter, and be a teacher
And never follow, and be a leader
And baby girl, I still see ya
I got a light-skinned bitch who look like Beige Loaf
And she fight and fuck me in the same clothes
But when I put that daddy, baby daddy, papa stroke
She curl her toes and close her eyes
I finish up, she adios
I still call ya
Whichever way you want it, baby girl, it’s on ya
I got the money, you got the problems
So I can solve it, but I still need ya
I still see ya
And that’s okay, baby, all my niggas G’d up
Yeah most of ’em either C’s or B’s, yeah
That’s right, hell yeah
Anyways we can get to movin’ on the dance floor
No choice
I wanna be more than homies
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Your one and only
I wanna be more than homies
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Your one and only
Shake, shake, shake
Shake the nerves off
In the name of dancehall
Shake the nerves off
Come give it to me
You don’t like religion, but you like this
You don’t want kids, but you want this
I ain’t never had the juice like this
Backstroke up in the pussy like, like,
Listen, I’m a real nigga, love a go-getter
See ain’t no bitch around the city fuckin’ with ya
Louis V, shades Gucci with the dress gown
Hit the boulevard, baby, take a picture
Everybody in your pussy right now
Everybody think they got you right now
But ain’t nobody hip that you don’t please ’em
‘Cause you’re always steady teasin’
‘Cause your feelings anesthesia, word to Keisha, uh
Got niggas in your iPhone, real
Real nigga, you the right one, yeah
Maryland girl with an accent, uh
That’s everybody’s weakness, uh
Bad little, bad, bad bitch, uh
You above the average, uh
Your favorite band was backyard, mmm
Baby girl you is vicious, ah
You the one, you the one now, ah
After daughter, want a son now
Sundress to a wedding gown, sheesh
Got me talkin’ like Gleesh now, woah
UMD in the fall now
You the only one we talk about, uh
Year later, I still think about it
Heartbreaking, man I dream about it, that real
I wanna be more than homies
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Your one and only
I wanna be more than homies
I wanna feel your body on me
And I could be your lover, your lady
Just wanna be your baby
Your one and only

Chip – League Of My Own (The Intro) (League Of My Own II Album)

(Soft)
Ten years since League of My Own
Core fans still feelin’ the flow
Are you feelin’ me though? Dad
I’m just here right now to give you some positive inspiration, okay? (Huh?)
Yes or no? Still doin’ me, wah blow (trust)
Planet of the Apes in my hood so I move like a monkey
I know when to hold on and when to let go (yeah)
When to be seen and when to be ghost
I am not on keepin’ enemies close
Cuh my dawgs, dem ’round me only (rah)
And we’re like "Bun dem man, they phoney" (rah)
Haven’t known man longer than I knew man for
So I don’t why they think they know me (why?)
When I let go, scotch bonnet only (rah)
Already proved that I’ll be in my own league (yeah)
‘Llow me, I’m back in my zone, dawg (zone)
Just tryna outdo my own bars (ayo)
Man might hear this and think that I’m chattin’ ’bout dem (rah)
But nah, I’m not chattin’ ’bout you (rah)
So how about you focus on you and stop preein’ my ting? (Huh?)
Burn that bridge, can you mend it? What’s going on? [Intro]
Yo, Jahmaal, wagwan? Fuck it, man, that’s how the game goes (‘llow it)
I knew his circle, he changed, woes
Evil climate, dawg (mad)
I sit with my Buddha heads, light a candle
Then write some violent bars
Grind it, bill it, and spark
I may take time on the album same way
Make a bomb and drop it on the same day
If any fuckin’ spitter thinks I’m playin’ games
You could check my history, I ain’t sayin’ names (brrah)
Smoke weed till my eye, dem bleed (red)
Can’t bury me, I’m a seed (never)
And I’m blossomin’, how ya mean? There’s all kind of negativity goin’ on in the world right now
So let me give you some positive vibration on a spiritual level
Just put on your spiritual armour
Uh, there’s a passage in The Bible that I like
Because it talks about spiritual wickedness in high places
But when you got on the full armour of God
Nobody can do anything to you
So just keep goin’ and pray
Because who God bless, no man can curse
You’re in a league of your own, son
[Pre-Verse]
Yeah (Dready)
League of My Own II
[Verse]
Yeah, hop on tracks and just spin them
Smash awards or just win them
The Lord put the powers in them
Go on then, trust your gut, do your ting then
I’m on family and business
Fuckboy, you ain’t fam, mind your business
This one’s out to those who lost interest
Payback ain’t enough, I want interest
So bun A.M. Who’s a lyrical boss? (Ya vexed, ya vexed)
When you see the paw lookin’ clean (gang)
And I threw out four, that’s a team (squad)
It’s Cash Motto, how ya mean? New year’s resolution: no sendin’
Fuckboys will never see my endin’
League of My Own II, album pendin’

[Outro]
Yeah (Dready) You fuckin’ wit’ dem man? I can’t see ’em
I’m one hell of a spiritual bein’
With my eyes closed, see you preein’
You see a track, to me that’s MCin’
But MOBO just got a key in
I been bookin’ flights, need to book a VO
Cuh I miss my brudda, need to see him
It’s some baby boy cradle, dawg
Cash Motto, we stable, dawg
I got a buff ting lickin’ my balls
I ain’t lickin’ no label’s arse
I’m in west with Hollow and Clark
I’m on a success journey, dawg
Lines crossed when you go too far
Try and holla back, it’s a par
Cookin’ that hocus pocus again
Went off track, gotta focus again
Ounce just landed, I’m rollin’ again
Dropped that chick, now I’m zonin’ again
Twelve years man been studyin’ me
Nah, just-come youts not studyin’ them
School of grime, you wasn’t there
Me, I’m class, study again, mm
Lightin’ up this jetpack
Other side of bare setbacks
Talk on the level that my intellect’s at
Dumb youts comin’ at me, I expect that
Might not tek that errupt ting if I let that
Kick my finger, you’ll get that burst (boom)
Sticks and stones will bruk up bones
When my words fly, they hurt
‘Nough of these youts just talk loads about roadman
You bred award shows (dead)
Fuckin’ wit’ dem man, you fuckin’ wit’ dem man? (Rah)
Cuh I don’t wanna pop off on you (rah)
In front of your followers, boom
When I’m live in the booth, give up who’s followin’ you
Cuh the lies get borin’, true
Got shankin’ bars, right now man are borin’, true (yeah)
Stitch up the beat when I leave the booth (mad)
Kill a MC, that ain’t shit to do (nuttin’)
Cut a gyal off, you ain’t shit to me (nah)
Come of my line, I got shit to do (tsk)
Man pree my career and tek this ting for stick and move
So no more spittin’ like I ain’t got shit to lose
Them MCs with shit to prove (done)
I’m a lyrical prof (God sent)
I might diss myself in a minute
And see if I take off like my lyrical opps (why not?)
How many lyrics do you got? You all hoes (‘llow it)
Wait, demanem don’t like me
All of a sudden, they all bros? or P.M., it’s CM
Where them devils gone? So, I’m prayin’ on a level for you and your team
Ermm, to push forward, you know?

Filatov & Karas – Time Won’t Wait (Lyric Video)

Don’t try to fight it
You know I’m here
Waiting for you
I know you like me
This moment here
Is slipping away
Just say what you want
Take what you need
Everything is yours
Only if you want it
Reach out for love
Don’t be afraid
Don’t, don’t be afraid
Trust me when I say that
Time won’t wait for us
I just want your kiss
I don’t wanna miss this moment
Time won’t wait for us
Open up your heart
Say that we won’t miss this moment
[x2]
I don’t wanna rush you
But time won’t stay still
Don’t ignore what’s between us
I just wanna love you
Don’t know if I will
Just take this chance and…
Say what you want it
Take what you need
Everything is yours
Only if you want it
Reach out for love
Don’t be afraid
Don’t don’t be afraid
Trust me when I say that
Time won’t wait for us
I just want your kiss
I don’t wanna miss this moment
Time won’t wait for us
Open up your heart
Say that we won’t miss this moment
Trust me when I say
Time won’t wait for us
I just want your kiss
I don’t wanna miss this moment
Time won’t wait for us
Open up your heart
Say that we won’t miss this moment
Time won’t wait
Time won’t wait for us
Time won’t wait
Time won’t wait for us
[x2]

Action Bronson – 9-24-7000 (feat. Rick Ross)

Seekin’ scripture, hahaaa. Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will? Can you or can’t you? Yeah, yo
M-M-M-Maybach Music
I love my rude b*tches, end up as new b*tches
Skippin’ school b*tches, cookin’ me food b*tches
All my niggas down, we lookin’ like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for b*tches who truly digged us
College dormitories, fill ’em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin’
Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children
Let him keep totin’ drugs if he willin’ to plead guilty
The star state witness, they’ll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me, Backwood and I’m healthy
I’m the label owner, I’m the only one can shelf me, biggest
MMMMaybach Music
Boss. Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain? I should prolly put a wetsuit on
I’ll be right back.. Young Renzel, line two
Young A.B., I got this you dig? What really is a thought? I’m the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads, you ain’t gettin’ no head
You ain’t gettin’ no bread, you ain’t gettin’ no shows
You ain’t gettin’ no dough, you ain’t gettin’ no h**s
Dawg I hit the best of ’em, mothaf*ck the rest of ’em
Well now I’m nestled in the Tesla eatin’ pretzels, haaa? S**t, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
S**t, man, haha
Smooth, man
I’m a f*ckin’ smooth mover, ughhh.(9-24-7000)
Yo if I didn’t say it’s me you would probably think it’s Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing? Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul,
penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay? I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I’m gripped up, hangin’ off my shoulder, f*ck the bullshit
November rain came the same day versuri-lyrics.info
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I’m fishbowlin’ new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It’s me, man.