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Calvin Harris – Heatstroke lyrics

[From Snippets]

[Young Thug]
I’m trying talk to you, darling
Trying pull with you, darling
But you hit me

[Pharrell Williams]
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m trying to beat it up
Beat pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red braids, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like raid
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of Lemonade

[Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you like things like this, you set me free
How come everyone gets tired?
When you look-

[Young Thug]
Brand new trap, [?] real you
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hundred bottles in the club, real one-roof
Girl you gotta keep up with the photo shoot
King of-

Heatstroke – Calvin Harris feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Calvin Harris – Heatstroke

I’m trying to talk to you darling
Trying to pull with you darling
But you hit me.(heatstroke)

Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m trying to beat it up versuri-lyrics.info
Beat pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red hair, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in the club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that b*tch and spray it like raid
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of Lemonade.

Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time.

When you look things like this, you set me free
How come everyone gets tired?
When you look…

Brand new trap
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hundred bottles in the club real ..
Girl you gotta keep up with a ..
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K.Flay – Champagne Lyrics

Champagne in the kitchen not because I bought it but because
I’m crashing an apartment and somebody left it open
So I poured it in a cup, drank it up
I got the devil in my head but angels swimming in my blood
Plus the conscience of my dead dad
Plus my living mama plus my other father who raised me not to be sad
And my brother who says that he worries about me from my songs
And my sister who’s been living like a saint for so damn long
While I’ve been fucking sinning til the lights come up and mics catch us saying shit that we never really meant
Crew wears all black stuff but we all act like we’re so different
But everybody bleeds right?
Everybody’s waiting for the phone to ring
Yeah everybody seems fine
But everybody’s got pieces missing
At minimum I’d like a little medicine to make me feel like everything
Diminishing the venom that been harshing all my mellows I’m continuing to fight against the sentiment that make me want to die
In a world full of uptight gentlemen I wanna find a boy smelling like sweet cinnamon to quote some Tennyson while we take Benadryl to make my head a bit extra light
I feel it, I want it
I need it, I love it
I’m looking for something
To make me feel nothing
I feel it, I want it
I need it, I love it
I’m looking for something
To make me feel nothing
Driving through the bay, pray for understanding
I’ll be silent for a day, wait until I vanish and I’m fighting for a break, vacant kind of passion
Never really can account for all the ways in which I’ve acted
Tried to call my daddy but he’s been gone a decade so I’m drinking like an addict til I’m fucking with a headache
Happiness sporadic so I’m crying on a Wednesday
Not trying to be combative but I’m dealing with some dead weight
Verbalize the hurt inside make me wanna burn alive
My heart was never broken it was circumcised

Soulja Boy – So Crazy Lyrics

[Chorus: Ronnie Diez]
I get far attention
Shawty what you want?
Imma beat my meat
Baby what you want?
Got me crazy, got me crazy
Yeah, you so crazy, you so crazy
I get far attention
Shawty what you want?
Imma beat my meat
Baby what you want?
Got me crazy, got me crazy
Yeah, you so crazy, you so crazy

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
I pull up in a Maybach
Pinkie ring cost 8 stacks
Lambo, that’s mad black
We talk the swag, I’m into that
They damn mad, ’cause I’m hot now
I pull up with the top down
I hop out on gettin’ money
Yeah, bottles on my feet
Stay stuntin’
Goin’ on a 4
Know I got a check
I keep diamonds in my teeth
Diamonds on my neck
Hop in at the Double O
Know I gotta flex
Goin’ out the tax
Goin’ out, I’m into that

[Chorus: Ronnie Diez]
I get far attention
Shawty what you want?
Imma beat my meat
Baby what you want?
Got me crazy, got me crazy
Yeah, you so crazy, you so crazy
I get far attention
Shawty what you want?
Imma beat my meat
Baby what you want?
Got me crazy, got me crazy
Yeah, you so crazy, you so crazy

G-Eazy – Guala Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Carnage]
I like the guala guala part
Ayy, see, yeah, you hear them diamonds bitch
(Yeah) You hear them diamonds bitch
I’m, I’m worth, I’m worth forty five million
(Yeah) Me and G together, we’re worth three hundred million
He got more money than me ’cause he’s white
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah
Me and Carnage
Guala guala, yeah

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Guala, guala, guala guala
I’m livin’ like it’s no tomorrow
Don’t loan my style, won’t let you borrow
You thirsty, have a glass of water
I’m killing these beats, there’ll be more dead
I put my dick on her forehead
Less conversation and more head
Emergency, this is a code red
Guala, guala, guala guala
She said her name but I forgot it
I seen it, liked it, so I copped it
If you ain’t talkin’ money, change the topic
Afterparty in the hills
She want Vodka and pills
She so numb she don’t feel
Always stay active, we stay in the field
Man, god damn it’s too real
Crazy, Amityville

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Thirty rack, Thiry rack homie)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 2: DJ Carnage]
Guala guala on my dick
Guala guala on your bitch, bitch
Guala guala on my wrist
Diamonds lookin’ like piss
Forty hoes on my dick, huh
Fifty hoes on my dick, woah
Sixty hoes on my dick, woah
God damn, a nigga rich, bing
Bitch Cuban, she don’t talk a lot
All she knows is to fuck a lot
She break it down for a nigga
She shoot a nigga if you talk a lot
‘Cause I’m bad to the bone
All diamonds, straight froze
If you fuck with my nigga
I’mma have to let it go

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Me and Carnage, we don’t lose
I don’t chase, I go choose
I drink water, I drink booze
Fresh clothes, new shoes
Aw this shit is [?]
Get money out a bitch is my J-O-B
I just smoke, drink, stay lowkey
God damn these bitches stay on G
I’m baffled the fuck boy that hate on me
I give the game that they don’t see
If they know me, they don’t pay no fee
I’m the weather channel man at KOD
It’s lit like a matchbook
If she [?] with an [?]
And if I take her out in front of you
She comin’, she don’t come with you
Mmm, that’s a bad look

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Bridge: Spoken]
Ayy look, I don’t care what anybody tells you about money
I hear all these guys saying, man, money don’t matter
If you follow the money, if you just work for money
Oh my god, you’re going to fail
Let me tell you something
Go get that money
Go chase that money
Hahaha

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Go get that money)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
(Go chase that)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

Trinidad James – Daddy Dick (feat. Bankroll Fresh)

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
I wanna give her the daddy dick
I wanna make her feel special
One hand, I give her I give her the daddy dick
Two hands, I’m giving her extra
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
You bend her over, get a heart attack
I bend her over, and handle that
I put the hoe in the ambulance
Hit that pussy, do the hammer dance
Somebody get me a cameraman
Somebody get me a UBER!
All these hoes gotta go
I got some more I’m recruiting

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Verse 2: Bankroll Fresh]
Hit the hoe with that dick
We smokin’, fuck, that was it
I didn’t even spend the night
Been cooking fish ‘n grits
I made her buy me a fit
I made her buy me some kicks
She trippin’, she jump through a fit
I hit her with the Daddy Dick
That lil’ hoe thank she so special
That lil’ hoe actin’ so extra
I’m in this bitch spending extras
My pockets on Nutty Professor
I’m pimpin these hoes like Hugh Hefner
I did a 1 8 in the Tesla
You loving these hoes, you a failure
I call your homeboy and I tell him I put…

[Hook: Trinidad James]
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
Daddy Dick all on your bitch
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special
That Lil’ hoe thank she special

[Outro: Trinidad James]
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
One hand, I mean it, I’m textin’
Two hands, that mean that I’m ready
No hands, that mean that I’m flexin’
FATHER FIGURE!

PJ Morton – Claustrophobic (feat. Pell)

[Intro]
Just gotta be me
So many voices

[Verse 1]
PJ, you’re not mainstream enough, yeah
Would you consider us changing some stone?
Like everything about who you are, ah
No offense, we’re just trying to make you a star

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Verse 2]
PJ, you’re not quite street enough
Thug life my nigga
Actor, little more time
Oh, can you switch your star up a little more?
You can be yourself, lay down for now
And need the religion

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Bridge]
Can’t see, the forrest for the trees
The movement for the breeze
Standing on my own feet
Can’t see, what you might want from me
Think it’s better if we be ourselves

[Verse 3]
They clatch into my talents more than Catholics do arousery
Steady ass, wear that accent, travel you from New Orleans
Go so, why I dabble with negative energy
When all I really fiend is imposi sensibility
Not the hardest rapper but I’m ’bout it much as Master P
Don’t play with me, five-0 for my home
Don’t you know that
Flooding through the streets
You should probably take a kodak
Codo synthesize probably right in front eyes
Made a trip to Cali and came back a different guy
Living through the same eyes, riding Uber, still got drived
The truest never lie and I need a little space
‘Cause I’m bad at doing me
Just reside if you are late

[Chorus]
I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Outro]
Another man, just gotta be you
I think that the thing makes us unique
It’s our differences with our treasures
Somebody always tryna make you fit in a box
And never seen again, don’t think it’s possible

The Chainsmokers – The One

[Verse 1]
You know, I’m sorry
I won’t make it to your party
Got caught up in my own selfishness
It won’t let me be a part of this
And I know I’ve started
Drifting off every second
I can’t wait to leave as soon as I arrive
I count the seconds

[Chorus]
Down and down we go
We’ll torch this place we know
Before one of us takes a chance
And breaks this, I won’t be the one
No, I won’t be the one

[Verse 2]
I know it’s pathetic
Fuck it, yeah, I said it
Tried to tell it like it is
There’s a chance that I’ll regret it, so
Let’s go, let’s end this
I delete before I send it
And we can play pretend
Like we haven’t reached the end yet

[Chorus]
Down and down we go
And we’ll torch this place we know
Before one of us takes a chance
And breaks this, I won’t be the one
No, I won’t be the one

[Breakdown]
(You know, I’m sorry)
(I’m sorry)
No, I won’t be the one
No, I won’t be the one

Sufjan Stevens, Bryce Dessner, Nico Muhly & James Mcalister – Saturn

[Verse 1]
Meloncholy creature
Paranoid secret
Hypothetic victim of prediction
I’ll consume the child that trails me

The youngest of children
A cannibal addiction
Innocent victim
Bite mark, body part
When in secret siege
We eat them

[Verse 2]
Tell me I’m evil
A capricorn creature
A chemical addiction
First incision
Take this body
Bloodshed for you

Tell me I’m evil
Invisible people
Continual affection for my action
Vampire creature
First born seeker

Ah ah ah, now
Ah ah ah, now

[Refrain]
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not the name of love
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not the face of god

Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not love
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not love

[Bridge]
Where there’s joy
I bring you trespass
Where there’s light
I bring you darkness
Where there’s help
I bring affliction
Where there’s hope
I bring misfortune

[Refrain]
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not love
Tell me I’m evil
Tell me I’m not love

[Outro]
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love

Don Trip & Starlito – Boomshakalaka

[Starlito]
Pull up shooting, yeah I clutch .30’s
Just like Curry, but my cup dirty
I’ll shoot a nigga, like Future nigga
When Young Metro say you ain’t trustworthy
Does that make Trip Klay Thompson?
In the kitchen like Action Bronson
Racks on me like I’m Blac Youngsta
I’m an All-Star with cash money

[Don Trip]
NASCAR full of fast money
I fuck a bitch for her tax money
My bread dirty like Murphy Lee
But I’m Marshawn Lynch if you at me something
I’m so cold, I need a space heater, and a pair of mittens, and a chinchilla
Left hand shooter like James Harden
But I’m good with the right like Quin Miller
Blade sharp as a potato peeler
My clip long enough to say No Limit
My babies even like balling out they say "Daddy’s pockets got play dough in it"

[Starlito]
This my real life man it ain’t no image
All these rappers with the same ol’ gimmicks
Talk that talk but they don’t live it
We the Dream Team, ’92 Olympics
Pistol on me like I’m Pete Maravich
Shooter like I’m Peja Stojakovic
You would think I play for Gregg Popovich
Moral of the story, you ain’t robbing shit

[Don Trip]
Strapped like I’m ready for an apocalypse
Two percent tint on my rocket ship
Beam on my bit’ with a carbine kick
And a clip longer than a fucking hockey stick

[Starlito]
Two 9’s on me, I’m Jermaine Gretzky
Ten pounds of sour that’s a power play
Tryna get a check and stay out the penalty box
I’ve been grinding 48 hours a day
I can eyeball it and tell you how much it weighs
Sell you dry wall and tell you "Have a nice day"
On the Eastside that’s the games we play
But I’ve been trying hard to stay out of the way
I know some bad bitches that’ll lie to your face
Tell you that they love you then send my guys to your place
Naaah, and they don’t bake
Them niggas coming for them pies and that cake

[Don Trip]
And all they wanna know is the time and place
Money in the picture, I’ma find a way
I checked my schedule, my time is great
It’s pay day, it’s my kind of day
I’m back in the bitch like I moved away
Laughing at the bitches that I used to date
Bitch told me to buy her a Gucci bag, I told her "Shut the fuck up" like Juicy J
This hoe must be hallucinating
I’d rather throw all my loot away
I’d rather burn all the cash I got, if I tricked I’d never recuperate
I’d be somewhere in the ICU
Breathing through a muthafucking oxygen tube
Craig like "Craig, what happened to you!"
I’m dying cause I bought some bitch some shoes

[Starlito]
They lie so often, I get confused
I’m on my grind, yeah my office is my kitchen too
Everybody with me tote my bitches too
You might get hit six different tools
A .45, a .40, Glock 9, FN five-seven, and a couple Mac-11’s
Overnight trip, yeah we still pack the weapons
Though we might trip, extra clips for protection
This ain’t what you want, but that’s just a suggestion
Make it out alive even if I get arrested
Tell a hundred lies, but I won’t give a confession
I could teach a lesson on discretion, Lito

Parisi – No Refuge (feat. RZA)

[Verse 1]
I don’t understand how you’re comparin’ a man from a land
That was set to be a beacon of light for men escaping the plight of tyranny
And the wearily poverty-stricken children
Who are sincerely innocent to the bombs that dropped on their city
That cause disfigurement and injuries
Or the women that seek education and medicine
But are spiritually oppressed by those who don’t
Understand the prophet’s teachings clearly
As the yearly death toll rises in Syria
Creating more refugees
How can we dispute the truth that [?] man all fall down from the same tree?

[Drop]

[Verse 2]
I’m an innocent immigrant tryna immigrate to a land built by the immigrants
Where the face of a former slave became the face of the President
Where the hearts of the depraved men once brought his ships and crossed the oceans
Searchin’ for a place to practice their religion out in the open
And thus the country was made, yes
Let’s make America great again
But not a place that’s filled with bigotry, racism and hate again
Let’s fulfill the need of all men from city streets to coal mines
But don’t forget that humanity is the goldmine

[Chorus]
I wanna fall at the feet of Lady Liberty
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Streams
To the land of the brave, and the free
Where there’s freedom of speech, freedom to teach
But they won’t let me in, no they won’t let me in
They won’t let me in, no they won’t let me in
They won’t let me in, no they won’t let me in
They won’t let me in, no

[Drop]

[Outro]

Mozzy – Scorin (feat. Lex Aura, Lil Blood & Slim 400)

[Verse 1: Mozzy]
That nigga told, he been rockin’ wit the rollers
Chain gang slimey bitch Rocky Balboa
I be on dope bitch fell into a coma
Really from the four’s had to get it off the corner
[?] and them smokers on the porch playing poker
Fo’ nick hefty, too bulky for a holster
There’s all type’s of bitches on my Motorolla
We pulling out the corner store wit hella baking soda
Another cold summer I ain’t seen a summer colder
Gang enhancement charges when them people roll up on us
They throw the hold up on us plus they boosting up the bail
The crime rate quiet all the shooters in the cell
It’s Hell Gang bitch i’m going straight to hell
Just made it harder for yourself it ain’t no way that I could tell
It’s either a maney jumpshot or hit the NFL
We fucked his career off he got possession’s for them sales

[Hook: Lex Aura]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 2: Lil Blood]
Blood!
Started off buying plug, ten for forty
Outside me and Dirt he was carrying the 40
[?] industry barkin rolled coke on the third
Trynna touch these five racks from the first to the third
Crack dreams bitch what you know bout cookin
Instagram flippin black gate we juggin’
Got whatever you need, just bring your lighter
Been out here all day and I’m pulling an all nighter
Pants dirty, black hoody I’m on a mission
Fuck these bitches, gotta get it I’m chasin chicken
Boiling water, add the soda watch it rise up
And Scrr, Scrr, Scrr, when I scrape the sides up
Nose dirty, snortin coke from all my zippers
Real pimpin, need dough from all my bitches
Nigga I was sellin coke to my own father
If I ain’t sell it to him he would buy it from my partner
Blood!

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

[Verse 3: Slim 400]
Pigs hit the block my real ones went to jail
Ain’t no money to post bail so they sittin in cells
My youngins shootin at civilians
I ain’t wit killin children
But it’s bracken blood it’s day to day
You caught at the gas station now a 40 in your face
Now who callin who phone, hut, 48
I’m the first to line up, I ain’t a second late
Slid off on some real shit
Real niggas feel this
I see you endin up in the ICU
Hitta’s know I rock wit the Hell Gang, and free my nigga Truth
It be the solid ones that go first, and the snitchin is bool
I bleed the [?] bag for bag, misleading these hoes
Still gettin it out the gutter and it’s me and my bros
I don’t claim to be, I’m in these streets, put it on P’s
Free real niggas, so fuck you industry niggas

[Hook]
One day i’ll be balling, yeah
I’m outside by the corner
I’m trynna get this money, yeah
I just flipped another quarter
Started off in a stolo, yeah
Now I’m sliding in a foreign
Touchdown city solo, yeah
From the bottom I’m scorin

Miami Horror – Dark Love

I can hear dancing

I can hear moonlight

I can hear footsteps following you through the night

I can see chances

I can see hazard lights

I can see you and I in the avenues in my mind

I can see you

Dark love light me up

Take me to the places you’re dreaming of

Dark love light me up

Take me anywhere that you choose

Every answer, every rumour

Every chance I get a glance at the future

I can see danger, a little confusion

I can see you and I escape the illusion

I can see you

Dark love light me up

Take me to the places you’re dreaming of

Dark love light me up

Take me to the places in you

Dark love light me up

Take me to the places you’re dreaming of

Dark love light me up

Take me anywhere that you choose

It’s white hot in the shadows baby

Take a shot in the dark

Shine a light on your darkness baby

Take another shot at your heart

It’s alright in the shadows baby

Take a shot in the dark

Shine a light on your darkness baby

Take another shot at your heart

Lucki – No Wok

Ah-dee-ah-dee-ah-…

I never used to cry ’cause I was all alone
For me, myself and I is all I’ve ever known
I never felt the need to have a hand to hold
In everything I do I take complete control
That’s where I’m coming from
My lucky number’s one

I’ve everything I need to keep me satisfied
There’s nothing you can do to make me change my mind
I’m having so much fun
My lucky number’s one
Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ooh!

I now detect an alien vibration here
There’s something in the air besides the atmosphere
The object of the action is becoming clear
An imminent attack upon my heart I fear
The evidence is strong
My lucky number’s wrong
Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ooh!

Something tells me my lucky number’s
Gonna be changing soon
Something tells me lucky number’s
Gonna be two-ee-oo-ee-oo….

You certainly do have a strange effect on me
I never thought that I could feel the way I feel
There’s something in your eyes gives me a wild idea
I never want to be apart from you my dear
I guess it must be true
My lucky number’s two

This rearrangement suits me now I must confess
The number one was dull and number two is best
I wanna stay with you
My lucky number’s two
Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ooh!

(Number two, number two, number two…)

Khrebto – After All (feat. Aiaya)

[Verse 1]
We’ll be back on the ceiling
I’ve been stumbling around, figuring out
How to get what I’m missing
I’ll shoot for the moon, won’t give up too soon

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been your valentine
For so long
I was all yours and you were mine
For so long
Don’t any stars have died?
No, no
And we can still see them shine

[Hook]
After all
After all
After all

[Verse 2]
And I hope that you hear me
It’s been crazy these years but I felt the fears
And now I hope it’s not too late
Shoot for the moon, don’t give up too soon

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been your valentine
For so long
I was all yours and you were mine
For so long
Don’t any stars have died?
No, no
And we can still see them shine

[Hook]
After all
After all
After all

[Bridge]
Lightyears passing by
Oh, you’re still on my mind [?]
You’re all I am longing for at night
It’s so hard to believe that you’re gone when you still shine

[Hook]
After all
After all
After all

K Camp – Big Tyme (feat. Dae Dae)

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 1: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Threw that back though
We don’t wait in line
That’s an Audemar
Watch that bitch shine
Coulda bought a car
But I bought some diamonds
Thought you’d see me shining
Feel like Frankie Lymon
I know he ain’t got it
I can tell he lying
I can tell he trying
Bitch you know I’m up
If you want a feature, hit my booking up

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

[Verse 2: Dae Dae]
Let the kid shine
Let my bitch shine
I ain’t got time to play
I got spots to lay
Hot Boy, Hot Boy
Young Weezy, AP, Young Juvie
TIP on that OG Kush
Yeah the King Louie, King Louie
This is an AP
This is a Rollie
This is a middle finger for the fuck niggas I hear (?)
This is set life, I got freak women presidential
Evidently they gon’ hate anyway, I got Camp with me

[Hook: K Camp]
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
I’m gon’ get mine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine
Let my wrist shine, bitch I’m big time
Bitch I’m big time and my bitch fine
Let my wrist shine, let my wrist shine

G – Eazy & Carnage – Guala (feat. Thirty Rack)

[Intro: DJ Carnage]
I like the guala guala part
Ayy, see, yeah, you hear them diamonds bitch
(Yeah) You hear them diamonds bitch
I’m, I’m worth, I’m worth forty five million
(Yeah) Me and G together, we’re worth three hundred million
He got more money than me ’cause he’s white
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah
Me and Carnage
Guala guala, yeah

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Guala, guala, guala guala
I’m livin’ like it’s no tomorrow
Don’t loan my style, won’t let you borrow
You thirsty, have a glass of water
I’m killing these beats, there’ll be more dead
I put my dick on her forehead
Less conversation and more head
Emergency, this is a code red
Guala, guala, guala guala
She said her name but I forgot it
I seen it, liked it, so I copped it
If you ain’t talkin’ money, change the topic
Afterparty in the hills
She want Vodka and pills
She so numb she don’t feel
Always stay active, we stay in the field
Man, god damn it’s too real
Crazy, Amityville

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Thirty rack, Thiry rack homie)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 2: DJ Carnage]
Guala guala on my dick
Guala guala on your bitch, bitch
Guala guala on my wrist
Diamonds lookin’ like piss
Forty hoes on my dick, huh
Fifty hoes on my dick, woah
Sixty hoes on my dick, woah
God damn, a nigga rich, bing
Bitch Cuban, she don’t talk a lot
All she knows is to fuck a lot
She break it down for a nigga
She shoot a nigga if you talk a lot
‘Cause I’m bad to the bone
All diamonds, straight froze
If you fuck with my nigga
I’mma have to let it go

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Me and Carnage, we don’t lose
I don’t chase, I go choose
I drink water, I drink booze
Fresh clothes, new shoes
Aw this shit is [?]
Get money out a bitch is my J-O-B
I just smoke, drink, stay lowkey
God damn these bitches stay on G
I’m baffled the fuck boy that hate on me
I give the game that they don’t see
If they know me, they don’t pay no fee
I’m the weather channel man at KOD
It’s lit like a matchbook
If she [?] with an [?]
And if I take her out in front of you
She comin’, she don’t come with you
Mmm, that’s a bad look

[Pre-Hook: DJ Carnage]
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah
You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah
Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah
Your bitch is cashin’

[Bridge: Spoken]
Ayy look, I don’t care what anybody tells you about money
I hear all these guys saying, man, money don’t matter
If you follow the money, if you just work for money
Oh my god, you’re going to fail
Let me tell you something
Go get that money
Go chase that money
Hahaha

[Hook: DJ Carnage & G-Eazy]
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
And she want the guala guala
And she like the guala guala
Guala guala, guala guala
Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah
(Go get that money)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
(Go chase that)
Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah

F1Jo – No Beer

[Intro]
Ey watch me kill this shit
Switching Whips like a dealership
If you ain’t feeling this, then you ain’t serious enough
They bitch is curious as fuck, they see the crib they wanna fuck
A cold world who can you trust, I know for certain nigga you can’t trust earth

[Hook]
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitress to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been hustling I’ve been grindning all year long
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
As long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitor to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been trapping I’ve been hustling all year

[Verse 1]
Rollie on my wrist I’m ahead of time
Fifty pointers on the bezel that just shine
Scooper dissapear like a genie
Know I’m on that green like Luigi
Word to my motherfucking mama nigga
These niggas don’t want no fucking drama nigga
I’ll fill a millitant like Osama nigga
Got them chopper sticks in [?] nigga
Blow them candles out it ain’t my birthday
But I brought them hammers out, know in the first place
Got the plague waterbus nigga serve
You get served like a motherfucking warrant

[Hook]
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitress to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been hustling I’ve been grindning all year long
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
As long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitor to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been trapping I’ve been hustling all year

[Verse 2]
Rollie, bust it out
So you know I like to show it
In the club, popping bottles now
Ace of spades, Rosé the Moet
Clicquot, pop it for a for a freak hoe
Pour the champange, do it neat though
Spill it on the floor, spill it on the couch
Pour the shit out(Pour it in her mouth), shut the fuck up
You niggas talk money but you look like you hurting
Your bitch is too loose, they always be flirting
In the club, twerking that ass yeah that hoe be working

[Hook]
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitress to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been hustling I’ve been grindning all year long
Long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
As long as it ain’t no motherfucking beer
Tell the waitor to bring the bottles over here
I’ve been trapping I’ve been hustling all year

[Outro]
Wassup with that
I can’t get you niggas you fucking rats
Hyenas only tough when you run in packs
I’m the lion the king of the jungle that’s a fact
I got heart and I’m running the track

Chevy Woods – Bank Of America

[Intro: Chevy Woods]
I got your bitch on my cellular
I’m counting up this is algebra
Bitch started tripping to hell with her
Real trees no medical
Keep it a buck with my guys
Just came from cooking a pie
Standing all over the stove
Suicide doors on the Rolls

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
Swerving that Ghost up in Hollywood
Fuck her she sucking me good
You said I wouldn’t make it I knew that I would
Pull up in a Wraith in the hood
Flipping your bitch like a skateboard
No roof in that thing just a dashboard
Mansion we don’t got no neighbors
Bangin’ I trap with the Taylor’s
Look at your diamonds they fu-fu
Why are you smoking that boo boo?
I got a sniper gon’ shoot you
I’m a big dog call me Blues Clues
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Fuck around you might go blind
50 a rollie I’m shining
I got your bitch on a [?]
I’m swerving no license or ID
I was broke got a milli
Put the money in the ceiling
Bend it over lemme feel it
Money like Bank of America
Too many rings are unbearable
I got a mil on the schedule
[?] all my clothes I got several

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
I got your bitch on my cellular
I’m counting up this is algebra
Bitch started tripping to hell with her
Real trees no medical
Keep it a buck with my guys
Just came from cooking a pie
Standing all over the stove
Suicide doors on the Rolls
Tell ’em I’m balling like Vince
And my phone jumping like Vince
Out in Toronto like Vince
38 special hold 6
Never been friends with the plug
We exchange money and drugs
I double back in a day
He started showing me love
You mad ’cause I’m getting rich
Hollywood Hills me and Rich
She topped me after the club
I ain’t know that was your bitch
Creep through the city with tints
‘Cause I might be with your main
She liking all of my pics
She wanna fuck for the fame

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Bitches they fuck on the couch now, I put the dick in her mouth
More money than Bank of America
Look at my diamonds unbearable
Drink out the bottle we faded
Hollywood momma I made it

HKT48 – Boku Dake No Hakujitsumu

Kuchibiru wo kamishimeru
Sono toki tte
Kono mune no kotoba ga morenai you ni…
Boku nari ni kanashimi wo korae nagara
Kimi no koto tooku de mimamotteru’n da

Ichiban no shinyuu ni kanojo wo ubawareta
Nasakenai boku wa tada hohoendeta

Soredemo
Dareka wo urandari dekinai
Kitto boku ni nanika ga tarinakatta
Dakishimeru chikara ga yowakatta’n darou
Ai wa itsumo kurikaeshimite iru
Hakujitsumu

Hidamari no naka ni iru
Atatakasa wa
Eien no mono da to omotte shimau
Sono basho wo sukoshi dake hanareta toki
Kaze ga tada kokoro wo fukinukete itta

Machiawaseta KAFE de bokura wa sannin de
Itsumo to kawaranu furi shite iru

Ima demo
Dareka wo semeru ki ni narenai
Kimi no koto ga sore kurai suki nanda
Sayonara to deai to wa kasanaru EGO ka
Ai wa zutto nando mo omoidasu
Hakujitsumu

Moshimo gyaku no tachiba nara
(Onaji you ni kimi ga shinyuu no kanojo nara)
Boku datte sou shiteta

Soredemo
Dareka wo urandari dekinai
Kitto boku ni nanika ga tarinakatta
Dakishimeru chikara ga yowakatta’n darou
Ai wa itsumo kurikaeshimite iru
Hakujitsumu

Wow…

Maroon 5 – If I Never See Your Face Again (feat. Rihanna)

[Verse 1: Maroon 5]
Now as the summer fades
I let you slip away
You say I’m not your type
But I can make you sway

It makes you burn to learn
You’re not the only one
I’d let you be if you
Put down your blazing gun
[Hook: Rihanna & Maroon 5]
Now you’ve gone somewhere else
Far away
I don’t know if I will find you (find you, find you)
But you feel my breath
On your neck
Can’t believe I’m right behind you (right behind you)
Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again
I don’t mind
Cause we gone much further than I thought we’d get tonight

[Verse 2: Rihanna & Maroon 5]
Sometimes you move so well
It’s hard not to give in
I’m lost, I can’t tell
Where you end and I begin

It makes me burn to learn you’re with another man
I wonder if he’s half
The lover that I am

[Hook: Rihanna & Maroon 5]
Now you’ve gone somewhere else
Far away
I don’t know if I will find you (find you, find you)
But you feel my breath
On your neck
Can’t believe I’m right behind you (right behind you)
Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again
I don’t mind
Cause we gone much further than I thought we’d get tonight

[Verse 3: Rihanna & Maroon 5]
Baby, baby
Please believe me
Find it in your heart to reach me
Promise not to leave me behind
(Promise not to leave me behind)

Take me down, but take it easy
Make me think but don’t deceive me
Torture me by taking your time
(Talk to me, talk to me)

[Outro: Rihanna & Maroon 5]
Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again
I don’t mind
Cause we gone much further than I thought we’d get tonight
Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
And if I never see your face again
I don’t mind
Cause we gone much further than I thought we’d get tonight

Tei Shi – Justify

Justify my age, just-justify my age
Justify my name, just-justify my name
Justify my face, just-justify my face
Justify my brain, just-justify my brain

Justify me now, just-justify me now
Justify me now, just what I need now
Justify me now, just-justify me now
Justify me now, just what I need now

Trust me, love me
Just me, so trust me
Trust me, disgust me, oh
Trust me, this is just me

Won’t you justify my age, just-justify my age
Justify my name, justi-justify my name
Justify my fate, just-justify my fate
Justify my hate, justify my hate
Justi-justify my

Justify me now, just-justify me now
Justify me now, just what I need now
Justify me now, just-justify me now
Justify me now, just what I need now

Trust me, love me, oh, oh, oh
Just me, so trust me
So trust me, disgust me
Trust me, baby
This is just me, ooh

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

Syd – Treading Water

[Verse 1]
I’m in trouble now
I done fucked around with your heart
It’s a struggle now
Should have never messed with your love, sugar
Now the question is, hmm
Do I wanna sink or swim?

[Chorus]
Feels like I’m treading water
Waiting on your call
And it’s getting harder
Trying not to drown
Come on, baby, ooh
Come on, baby, come back to me

[Refrain]
One time for the girls that don’t
Let just anyone rock that boat
All the ones who know that
They’re legit, confidence, gotta show that
Two times for the guys that wait
He ain’t heard back in like three, four days
He’s just tryna figure you out

[Verse 2]
Don’t make me walk the plank
When I call your name, you walk away
They gave me too much to drink
To numb the pain, I’m too dumb to think
I’m sending out an S.O.S. for our love
Sending out an S.O.S. for our love

[Chorus]
Feels like I’m treading water
Waiting on your call
And it’s getting harder
Trying not to drown
Come on, baby, woah
Come on, baby, come back to me

[Refrain]
One time for the girls that don’t
Let just anyone rock that boat
All the ones who know that
They’re legit, confidence, gotta show that
Two times for the guys that wait
He ain’t heard back in like three, four days
He’s just tryna figure you out

[Outro]
It’s all about love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
Hey, it’s all about love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love
All about love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
It’s all about love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Come on, come on, yeah

R. Kelly – Your Body’s Calling (Remix)

Yeah, I don’t want you to hold back any longer baby
Cause tonight, I’m gonna give you all the little things
I know you’ve been waiting for
So, brace yourself and listen

I hear you callin’, "Here I come baby"
To save you, oh oh
Baby no more stallin’
These hands have been longing to touch you baby
And now that you’ve come around, to seein’ it my way
You won’t regret it baby, and you surely won’t forget it baby
It’s unbelieveable how your body’s calling for me
I can just hear it callin’ callin’ for me

My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you

Tell me, what’s your desire
Baby your wish is my deal oh yes it is baby
Let me take you higher
Show you how you should feel, baby
Oh So we speak now and forever hold your body
Whatever it is you want from me, baby
You see you don’t have to say nothing
Knowing your body wants something
And it’s easy for me to see
That your body’s callin’ for me

My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you

I’m listening baby
I hear you callin’ me
I’m listening baby
I hear you callin’ me
I’m listening baby
I hear you callin’ me
I’m listening baby
I hear you callin’ me

My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you
My Body’s callin’ for you

DJ Holiday – Wassup Wid It (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Bitch, bitch talkin’ ’bout
You ain’t thinkin’ ’bout me
I said naw, no stress
Got the cashflow with my vain bitch
Shawty, how you gettin’ home
I’m good, I’m fine
Do you wanna sip wine?
Sometimes I do
Codeine in the fridge
Right there by the vegetables
Had to tell my kids
Tell ’em what goin’ on
This a real damn song
It’s a real damn facts
Billboard off the net
Yeah, I might have a birthday party in the middle of Saks
Came up off the sacks
From outta town, we gon’ tax
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the dentist, nigga, when I say I got plaques
Some gold, some plat’s
Got my son hair in plaits
Got my daughter’s hair pressed
Let you know I ain’t stressin’
Yeah, I graduated on ’em
Got degree, I’m flexin’
Got my masters in cappin’
Got my doctorates in shoppin’
Treat the pussy like a punchin’ bag
Said I wanna go boxin’

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Uh, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Wassup, wassup with it
We can go bar for bar
We can go car for car
We can go star for star
We can go ring for ring
She gonna off the bra
I’ma jack somethin’ like Randy
She don’t wear panties for daddy
My auntie stayed off a camera
Answer the door with a hammer
Promise we didn’t had no chimney
Then I believin’ in Santa
How he gon’ come at my shit
I put some thought in that shit
I put some rock in that shit
They steady takin’ they shot
I’m steady blockin’ they shit
This that provocative shit
You pockets Bugs Bunny ears
Mine so damn deep
You can see Ben Franklin swim
Yeah, money grow on trees, nigga
I least have me a limb
Anthin’ rap where I’m from
Street side, I leave have a M

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it
Yeah, wassup, wassup with it
Tell me how you motherfuckin’ livin’
Tell ’em mind they motherfuckin’ business
Tell ’em I’m gon’ motherfuckin’ get it

$ha Hef – Dope Dealer

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures

[Verse 1]
The sun rise where the sun set
I chase the money while a son rest
OTM, we the gun set
Delinquent payments leave your son wet
Leave a mess all over the drum set, want mines and nothin’ less
Used to be the sixth man now they callin’ me the Brick man
AKA bust a script, keep a hunnit clip in the stick man
Hustle, I am the boss but I started off as a hitman
Flossin’ all on my strip and it got you stripped to the wristband
Get back when I click-clack, new shotty, no kickbacks
Mishaps get them giftwrapped, body parts lookin’ mismatched
Left his head where his dicks at, handgrenade where his bitch at
Put the gun where his lips at, all for doin’ that chit-chat
They say I’m vile, fuck it I take it
Stack money long as the Nile and it’s all for my mommas smile
[?]
All in a leap year, let your man rob me for a cheap fare, we share
Part of my stature, I treat your jaw like the Lord and it’s gettin’ fractured
Cop it then whip it after
This shit I’m sippin’ got me caught up in a rapture
Even when I’m throwed it ain’t a throne I couldn’t capture

[Hook]
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, you got no figures
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope nigga
You a broke nigga, I’m a coke dealer
You a broke nigga, I’m a dope dealer
You a broke nigga, ain’t got no figures

[Verse 2]
Before I was a standout niggas knew I was standup
Heard you took the stand on your homie and gave your mans up
Jack boys came, we turned pussy then gave them grams up
Police brought the pressure, they panickin’, get they plans up
You ain’t my kin, I ate your bitch and chased it with a shot of gin
She told you she got the gin
I know that I’m prone to sin, I know that I’m prone to win
I know that I’m prone to pull up and serve a nigga and spin
The weed musty, the juice dirty, the blade rusty
I’m unlucky, I triple crossed you, can’t trust me
My [?], my trap jumpin’, the fiends dusty
I owe Papi my work fire, I lean busty
Any season keep the snow like I’m Jack Frost
Five star telly, you’re posted up in a crack loft
Pounds get lost in the postal, now that’s a pack loss
Told the plug double the order and got the pack off
I’m a real trapper you niggas just some pedestrians
Polo all over my body like an equestrian
Shorty got that wet hair, she wavy, feel like I’m jetskiing
Slide up in that pussy then skate off I call it Gretzkyin’

Placebo – For What It’s Worth

The end of the century
I said my goodbyes
For what it’s worth
I always aim to please
But I nearly died

For what it’s worth
Come on lay with me
‘Cause I’m on fire
For what it’s worth
I tear the sun in three
To light up your eyes

For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth

Broke up the family
Everybody cried
For what it’s worth
I have a slow disease
That sucked me dry
For what it’s worth
Come on walk with me
Into the rising tide
For what it’s worth
Filled a cavity
Your god shaped hole tonight

For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth
For what it’s worth

No one cares when you’re out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when you’re down in the gutter
Got no friends got no lover

No one cares when you’re out on the street
Picking up the pieces to make ends meet
No one cares when you’re down in the gutter
Got no friends got no lover

For what it’s worth
Got no lover
For what it’s worth
Got no lover
For what it’s worth
Got no lover
For what it’s worth
Got no lover
For what it’s worth
Got no lover
For what it’s worth
Got no lover
For what it’s worth
Got no lover

Got no friends got no lover

Aya Ueto – Pureness

Hateshinai sora ni kimi ga ite
Kegarenaki eien wo chikau yo
Kuchibiru ni tomatta shinjitsu
Shinjitetai zutto…

Junsui sa hodo mujaki ni hito wo
Kizutsukete shimau mono?
Hito wo suki ni nareba natteku hodo
"Fuan" ga hajimatte yuku

Akirameru nante mou kitto
Shitakunai to ima omou yo
Hontou no nukumori nara
Kimi dake no soba ni aru hazu…

Hateshinai sora ni kimi ga ite
Tadoritsuita akai ito
Hodokenai you ni itsumade mo
Tsuyoku musunde yukou

Yume wo mita minikui ahiru no ko
Itsuka masshiro na hane de
Tobitatsu hi ga kitto kuru no darou
Ichiban daiji na hito to…

Meguriaeta kiseki kara
Kokoro ni mebaeta yakusoku
Itsu datte mamoritai
Nani yori mo taisetsu dakara…

Hateshinai omoi kimi dake to
Karadajuu de kanjitai
Ikutsumo no kisetsu kazoeyou
Kawaranai hitomi de…

Akirameru nante mou kitto
Shitakunai to ima omou yo
Hontou no nukumori nara
Kimi dake no soba ni aru hazu…

Hateshinai sora ni kimi ga ite
Kegarenaki eien wo chikau yo
Kuchibiru ni tomatta shinjitsu
Shinjitetai zutto…

Hateshinai sora ni kimi ga ite
Tadoritsuita akai ito
Hodokenai you ni itsumade mo
Tsuyoku musunde yukou

Paula Abdul – Rush Rush

You’re the whisper of a summer breeze
You’re the kiss that puts my soul at ease
What I’m sayin’ is I’m into you
Here’s my story, and the story goes
You give love
You get love
And more than heaven knows
You’re gonna see
I’m gonna run, I’m gonna try
I’m gonna take this love right to ya
All my heart, all the joy
Oh, baby, baby, please
Rush, rush
Hurry, hurry lover, come to me
Rush, rush
I want to see, I want to see you free with me
Rush, rush
I can feel it, I can feel you all through me
Rush, rush
Oh, what you do to me
And all I ask of you is what you are
And even if you’re right next to me
It’s still too far away
If I’m not inside your arms
I get traumatic, baby, yes I know
But I need you
I want you
Oh, man, I love you so
You’re gonna see
I’m gonna run, I’m gonna try
I’m gonna take this love right to ya
All my heart, all the joy
Oh, baby, baby, please
Rush, rush
Hurry, hurry lover, come to me
Rush, rush
I want to see, I want to see you free with me
Rush, rush
I can feel it, I can feel you all through me
Rush, rush
Oh, what you do to me
When you kiss me up and down
Turn my senses all around
Oh, baby, oh, baby
I don’t know just how or why
But no one else has touched me so deep, so deep
So deep inside
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
Have you ever been in love?
No.
Neither have I.
Isn’t that terrible.
No.
I just reminds us that we’re all alone.
I’m gonna run, I’m gonna try
I’m gonna take this love right to ya
All my heart, all the joy
Oh, baby, baby, please
Rush, rush
Hurry, hurry lover, come to me
Rush, rush
I want to see, I want to see you free with me
Rush, rush
I can feel it, I can feel you all through me
Rush, rush
Oh, what you do to me
Rush, rush
Hurry, hurry lover, come to me
Rush, rush
I want to see, I want to see you free with me
Rush, rush
I can feel it, I can feel you all through me
Rush, rush
Oh, what you do to me

Elvis Presley – Long Lonely Highway (Edited)

(words & music by pomus – shuman)
It’s a long lonely highway when you’re travellin’ all alone
And it’s a mean old world when you got no-one to call your own
And you pass through towns too small to even have a name, oh yes
But you gotta keep on goin’, on that road to nowhere
Gotta keep on goin’, though there’s no-one to care
Just keep movin’ down the line

It’s a long lonely highway without her by my side
And it’s a trail full of teardrops that keep on being cried
My heart’s so heavy it’s a low down dirty shame oh yes
You gotta keep on goin’, on that road to nowhere
Gotta keep on goin’, though there’s no-one to care
Just keep movin’ down the line

I gotta rock for my pillow ‘neath a weeping willow
And the cool grass for my bed
My drinking water’s muddy so don’t you tell me buddy
That I wouldn’t be better off dead
It’s a long lonely highway gettin’ longer all the time
And if she don’t come and get me
Well, I’m gonna lose my mind
So if you read about me tell her she’s the one to blame, oh yes
You gotta keep on goin’, on that road to nowhere
Gotta keep on goin’, though there’s no-one to care
Just keep movin’ down the line
Movin’ down the line
Movin’ down the line