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Gucci Mane – Bales (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)
Woo (woo)
Can you hear me now?
Gucci, Wizop
Bangladesh

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 1]
A hundred bales on the floor
Let’s have a marijuana war
Sellin’ this gas, countin’ this cash
Fuck, it’s 12 at the door
So many plants in this bitch it look like I live on a farm
So many lamps in this bitch it look like I’m trying to build a bomb
Me and my shooter, back of the Uber
Pull up with Buddha, that’s how we maneuver
If we don’t know ya, then we can’t serve ya
If you don’t pay me, then we gonna shoot ya
Gucci got 500 bags of OG’s and shit
Y’all niggas selling QP’s and shit
Got percs, loaded tabs, and PT’s and shit
And a nigga so rich, he don’t need this shit

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

[Verse 2]
Call me anything, but don’t call the cops on me
I fly private because I got the blocks on me
Check the trailer trunk, got a crop on me
I got a cartel kingpin watch on me
Sellin’ more weed than dispensaries
Broke niggas don’t make sense to me
So many mexicans bringing in the tree for me
I think Trump trying to build a fuckin’ fence for me
Pink diamonds on my ring, stick my finger in her pussy
Big Guwop, I’m the bully of the bully
Got bales of the cookie, well connected with the [?]
Not the [?], not the [?], now you lookin’ like a junkie
You an errand boy, I’m gonna treat you like a flunkie
And I ain’t from [?], but I been gettin’ money
You a small time nigga and you still gettin’ fronted
I’m across the street nigga, send the weed cross country

[Hook]
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales
They said Gucci havin’ bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
Guwop got dem bales
I heard Guwop got dem bales
I heard Gucci had dem bales
Gucci havin’ bales
Word is Gucci havin’ bales
I heard Gucci havin’ bales

Gucci Mane – No Smoke (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 1]
Keep on taking these picture holding these straps but you a non smoker
You ain’t no gun toter, pussy you ain’t no real soldier
You ain’t make your enemy buy black roses
Now the young nigga head smokin’
Nigga stop that pump fakin’ who the fuck is you Tom Brady?
My young niggas dumb crazy, might snatch your old lady
You ain’t shot nobody nigga
Doin all that, we ain’t scared of nobody nigga
Mac 90 with a telescope
Man I thought you were supposed to sell the dope
Then why the fuck is you filmin’ it
Finger fuckin’ my F&H
Baby lets get intimate
Just like a gangster nigga, just like a gentleman
Dressed like a gentleman

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

[Verse 2]
My shooters they don’t pose for pictures
They ain’t doin’ no rappin nigga
You ain’t hit no licks, you ain’t sold no bricks
You ain’t did no trappin’ nigga (no)
These rappers [?]
I’m headed my M&M
I don’t need no niggas to like me, bitch I’m a grown man
Let me give you a lesson, Guwop I’m bouldercrestin’
You and all them non smokers go to the non smokin’ section
We see them choppers blammin’, fuck all that instagrammin’
You think you was killin’ Cam Newton the way that nigga scramblin’
It’s yo life you gambling
Bout to cause a stampedge
Hoe in the club tryna run away from me
Better have a plan B, you understand me
Gucci don’t care bout no nigga living
Don’t care if you nine feet

[Hook]
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke
Why you flexin’ boy you don’t want no smoke

Gucci Mane – Greatest Show On Earth (The Return Of East Atlanta Santa Album)

[Intro]
I get you fuckers locked up for a quarter key
I told you motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Mike WiLL Made It

[Verse 1]
Gucci Mane, and I’m a one man band
Big papa, I got a brand new bag
Fresh out the feds, I got a brand new swag
I don’t mean to brag, but let my mink coat drag
In Vegas they treat me like I’m Elvis Presley
She using her eyes to undress the sexy
Who wanna come down and be the next contestant?
The list get the chance to hang in Gucci’s section
I walk in the spot like I own the venue
You might find your girlfriend on my private menu
But please don’t leave cause I ain’t tryin’ to offend you
But don’t blame me, she got her own agenda
Tie dye shirt on like we at Coachella
Let’s make love and make these other hoes jealous
I might just jump in the crowd like I’m performing heavy metal
I’m one of a kind like this is [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth (Gucci!)
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth, ha

[Verse 2]
Verse number 2, so I’m jumping back in
Bitches chew me up, like the Doublemint twins
Remember I was trappin’ at the Bouldercrest Inn
Now I’m slidin’ down the Crest in a drop top Benz
‘Scuse me, I meant in a drop top ‘R’
Neighborhood celebrity to the worldwide star
In some lowtop Giuseppes, and I’m steppin’ on the bar
8 figure Gucci Mane, now that’s a god damn bar
Choreographer, I don’t need it
Who needs stylist when you this freezy?
Fuck a interview, I talk greasy
[?] a hired man, for what reason?
I’m a one man band, but give the drummer some
Mike WiLL, yeah, the Ear Drummers some
I’m a Black Beatle like Rae Srem’ and them
And every weekend I have an [?]

[Hook]
Shout out every word in my verse
I need you to scream with me ’til it hurt
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth
I need you to sing with me ’til it hurt
And shout out every word in my verse
Cause this is the greatest show on earth
You witnessed the greatest show on earth

Tank – White Christmas (A Classic Christmas Night EP)

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

Tank – Thankful For You (A Classic Christmas Night EP)

Imma get this right
If it’s the last thing I do, ooh

All she ask for, occasional roses
That romance drug; given in doses
I could hear you, but I didn’t listening
I was near you, now you’ve gone missing
How could I not promise you perfection?
I’m gonna have to answer to my reflection
I’m realising there’s way to much on the line ooo

I could be better for you x8
I know I ain’t close to the man you need me to be
I see
I could be better for you x4

She said, don’t share what’s mine, make me feel special
I wanna feel proud when I stand next to you
Too accessible they think they can grab you
Be respectable or those bitches can have you
How could I not promise you perfection?
I’m gon’ have to answer to my reflection
I’m realizing there’s way to much on the line

I could be better for you x8
I know I ain’t close to the man you need me to be
I see, oh I see
I could be better for you x4

What profit a man to gain the world but lose his soul?
How you gone cheat your main girl but treat a hoe
This might be the illest, realist shit I ever wrote
Trust me, I’m taking over
‘Cause you deserve affection
You deserve a whole lot more protection
I’m realizing there’s way to much on the line ooo

I could be better for you x8
I know I ain’t close to the man you need me to be
I see
I could be better for you x4

I can be better for you baby
I know you’ve heard it all before
I know I saw it all
Give me one more chance oooahh

Darrein Safron – Call Logs (The Intro) (Call Logs Mixtape)

[Intro]
Lights
Love
Lights
Love
Lights
Call Logs

[Verse 1]
See the lights
On the phone
Hear the love
In your tone
Call you, When I’m
Gettin’ close
Call Logs

[Verse 2]
She just wanna chill (yeah, yeah)
She just wanna chill (wanna chill wit’ me)
She been hurt before (oh yeah)
She can’t tell when it’s real (oh yeah)
Tell her homegirls how she feel (how ya feel?)
When she call ’em on the phone
She love ‘em but’ll never call
Call logs

[Bridge]
Glad you called
Glad you called

[Verse 3]
Call my phone if you wanna, I been thinkin’
Bout you, when I wake up, ‘fore I go to sleep
Then I dream about your perfect love story
Hope you read about it
In the call logs, know I ain’t callin’ long
Hope you know that it’s not for long, You the
Piano to all my songs, If you singin’, I
Hope that you singin’ long, To these
Call logs, Go check your voicemail
I hide my frustration there, Girl why you playin’ with
All of them players, That you can not cover
Up face like it’s facial hair, Yup, in them
Call logs, I’ll give you my password
Just make sure you ask first, love that holds
Beauty and glory there, watch how many that
My stories tell, through the call logs

[Outro]
*Ringing*
Darrein, hello
You there?
Hello, this is your mom
I know you’re not at work right now
You should be
I know you were probably in the studio all night last night
Where are you?
You need to wake up

Darrein Safron – Call My Phone (Call Logs Mixtape)

[Verse 1]
Hop up in the party
Flashin’ like I’m grand master
Shawty in the back
But I’m swervin’ right past her
[?]
[?]
But she can get mad
When we ridin’ in the Casper
Chop a bat off, to a man
Damn that’s fucked up
Feelin’ like a rascal
I’m just tryna get my club up
Will she just
Let me do whatever like I’m [?]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold one
If you say you’re really for one

[Hook]
Call my, call my, call my phone
She won’t leave me alone
I been’ workin’ like a mo’
Gotta get it on my own
Had to get it on your own
Cause they never was your bros
Call my, call my, call my phone
They won’t leave me alone
Call my, call my, call my phone
She won’t leave me alone
I been’ workin’ like a mo’
Gotta get it on my own
Had to get it on your own
Cause they never was your bros
Call my, call my, call my phone
They won’t leave me alone

[Verse 2]
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold one
Homie chefin’ like a shogun
Strong arms like they show guns
High arms like they flow, uh
They ain’t mad ’cause we show one
To be on one you gotta cost one
To cost one you gotta boss up
Hit the dentist’s then I floss up
You mad ’cause you still in the city
And others had to make it out
We get the paper, I been on the route
Throwin’ magazines, on the magazine, yeah
I’m the one you readin’ about
Fuck your opinion, that’s sleep on your mouth
Middle cut with a therapist, let it all out
My third eye is open, I sit back and scout, yeah

[Hook]
Call my, call my, call my phone
She won’t leave me alone
I been’ workin’ like a mo’
Gotta get it on my own
Had to get it on your own
Cause they never was your bros
Call my, call my, call my phone
They won’t leave me alone
Call my, call my, call my phone
She won’t leave me alone
I been’ workin’ like a mo’
Gotta get it on my own
Had to get it on your own
Cause they never was your bros
Call my, call my, call my phone
They won’t leave me alone

Frank Ocean – Strawberry Swing (Nostalgia Ultra Album)

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
When we were kids, we handpainted strawberries on a swing
Every moment was so precious, then
I’m still kicking, I’m daydreaming on a strawberry swing
The entire Earth is fighting, all the world is at its end
Just in case, an atom bomb, comes falling on my lawn
I should say and you should hear, I’ve loved
I’ve loved the good times here, I’ve loved our good times here

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Say hello, then say farewell to the places you know
We are all mortals, aren’t we? Any moment this could go
Cry, cry, cry, even though that won’t change a thing
But you should know, you should hear, that I have loved
I have loved the good times here, and I will miss our good times

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Spaceships are lifting off of a dying world
And millions are left behind while the sky burns
There wasn’t room for you and I, only you, goodbye, goodbye

[Bridge: Coldplay]
Ah, now the sky could be blue, I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time
Could be blue, I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time
The sky could be blue, could be gray
Without you i’m just miles away
The sky could be blue, I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

(Sound of alarm clock abruptly interrupting song.)

Frank Ocean – Novacane (Nostalgia Ultra Album)

I think I started somethin’, I got what I wanted
Did didn’t I can’t feel nothin’, superhuman
Even when I’m fuckin’ Viagra poppin’, every single record autotunin’
Zero emotion, muted emotion, pitch corrected, computed emotion
I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile
Stripper booty and a rack like wow, Brain like Berkeley
Met her at Coachella, I went to see Jigga, she went to see Z Trip, perfect
I took a seat on the ice cold lawn, she handed me a ice blue bong, whatever
She said she wanna be a dentist really badly, she’s in school payin’
For tuition doin’ porn in the Valley, at least you workin’
But girl I can’t feel my face, what are we smokin’ anyway
She said don’t let the high go to waste, but can you taste a little taste of

Novocaine, baby, baby, Novocaine, baby, I want you
Fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb
Love me now, when I’m gone, love me none
Love me none, love me none, numb, numb, numb, numb

Sink full of dishes pacin’ in the kitchen, cocaine for breakfast, yikes
Bed full of women, flip on a tripod, little red light on shootin’, I’m feelin’ like
Stanley Kubrick, this is some visionary shit
Been tryna film pleasure with my eyes wide shut but it keeps on movin’
I blame it on the model broad with the Hollywood smile
Stripper booty with the rack like wow, I’ll never forget ya
You put me on a feelin’ I never had, never had, never had
And ever since I’ve been tryna get it back, pick it up and put it back
Now I’m somethin’ like the chemist on campus
But there’s no drug around, quite like what I found in you
I still can’t feel my face, what am I smokin’ anyway
She said don’t let the high go to waste but can you taste a little taste of

Novocaine, baby, baby, Novocaine, baby, I want you
Fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb
Love me now, when I’m gone, love me none
Love me none, love me none, numb, numb, numb, numb

Novocaine for the pain

Pretty girls involved with me
Makin’ pretty love to me pretty, pity pity
All the pretty girls involved with me
Makin’ pretty love to me pretty, pity pity

I can’t feel a thing
I can’t feel her
Novocaine for the pain

Frank Ocean – We All Try (Nostalgia Ultra Album)

[Verse 1]
I believe Jehovah Jireh
I believe there’s heaven, I believe in war
I believe a woman’s temple
Gives her the right to choose but baby don’t abort
I believe that marriage isn’t
Between a man and woman but between love and love
And I believe you when you say that you’ve lost all faith
But you must believe in something, something, something
You gotta believe in something, something, something

[Hook]
I still believe in man
A wise one asked me why
Cause I just don’t believe we’re wicked
I know that we sin but I do believe we try
We all try, the girls try, the boys try
Women try, men try, you and I try, try, we all try

[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in time travel
I don’t believe our nation’s flag is on the moon
I don’t believe our lives are simple
And I don’t believe they’re short, this is interlude
I don’t believe my hands are cleanly
Can’t believe that you would let me touch your heart
She didn’t believe me when I said that I lost my faith
You must believe in something, something, something
You gotta believe in something, something, something

[Hook]
I still believe in man
A wise one asked me why
Cause I just don’t believe we’re wicked
I know that we sin but I do believe we try
We all try, the girls try, the boys try
Women try, men try, you and I try, try, we all try

[Outro]
Try to believe (just try)
I do believe, I do believe

Frank Ocean – Songs For Women (Nostalgia Ultra Album)

[Intro]
When I was younger I used to wonder like

[Verse 1]
If I was singing songs, just to sing the songs
Or if was singing cause that’s what the bitches wanted
I couldn’t play guitar like Van Halen
Had no secret chords like Saint David
But you still came around, ate your lunch with me
Used to park your car to try to bus with me
But I would say girl don’t be dumb, I’m riding shotgun
We could go to my house after school after school, after school
Cause my dad don’t clock off ’til late, off ’til late, off ’til late
We could kick it in the living room
Looking through my whole vinyl collection
And you could teach me how to slow dance or something
And I’mma give you chills harmonizing to Otis, Isley, Marvin

[Hook]
And everytime somebody asked me
If I sing songs to get at women, I say yeah
They say no fair no fair that’s cheating
I say shit, oh well, oh well
And everytime a nigga asks me
If I sing songs to get at women, I say yeah
They say no fair, no fair that’s cheating
I say boy don’t judge cause hell if you were me
You’d be singin’ to her, like lah dah dah dah

[Verse 2]
Now I’m in the lab, always working late
Always sleeping past, the breakfast she makes
She used to stop by, come and holla at me
Put her purse down and try to battle rap me
She don’t do that no more, no more, no more
Don’t even listen to the songs I record
But she be banging that Drake in my car
I’m so far gone, she stay blasting Trey and his songs
All damn day long, it’s like she never heard of me

[Hook]
Now everytime somebody asks me
If I sing songs to get my women
I say naw they say okay I don’t believe it
I say nope I swear I never do it
And everytime a nigga asks me
If I sing songs to get at women, I say naw
They say who do you think you’re kidding
I know you, you stole my girlfriend
Now see I just don’t play fair, but it’s fair enough
Cause yo girl broke my heart in half
Now I’m singing lah dah dah dah ‘bout heartbreak
And now I’m singing lah dah dah dah ’bout love lost

[Outro]
[Harmonizing]
Damn [laughs]
I’m saying though, like all I write is love songs
I mean I try, I come to the studio I-, you know what I do
What do you think I do it for? Huh?
Yeah, uh-huh
But you ain’t listening, ever
But if you were, you might fuck with it [laughs]
Yeah, All these songs for women
Songs for women
Songs for you baby
For you

Frank Ocean – Lovecrimes (Nostalgia Ultra Album)

[Intro]
Crazy, I plead insanity
Crazy for you, baby

[Verse 1]
Talk to me and I better not hear a word
Do me baby, I better not feel it girl
Baby, I still got one bullet left in my nine
Finna do a lovecrime, lovecrime, finna do a lovecrime

[Hook]
Murder, murder, murder she wrote
Lovecrimes, lovecrimes

[Verse 2]
You write me love letters with your father’s pen
If he knew the freaky, freaky things that you write with it
Is it really wrong that I want to be the baby daddy?
Is that a lovecrime, lovecrime? Tell me it’s a lovecrime

[Hook]
Murder, murder, murder she wrote
Lovecrimes, lovecrimes

[Bridge]
In the getaway car
You know I love it when the ride is smooth
If we ever get caught
It’d be a long vacation for two

[Hook]
Murder, murder, murder she wrote
Lovecrimes, lovecrimes

[Outro]
Millions of years of evolution, right? Right!? Men have to stick it in every place they can, but for women, women, it’s just about security, and commitment, and- and whatever the fuck else!
If you men only knew
You’re not the jealous type are? You’ve never been jealous about me have you? and why haven’t you ever been jealous be? you… are very sure of yourself aren’t you”

Frank Ocean – There Will Be Tears (Nostalgia Ultra Album)

[Hook: Mr Hudson]
There will be tears, I’ve no doubt
There may be smiles but a few
And when those tears have run out
We’ll be numb and blue (blue)

[Bridge: Mr. Hudson and Frank Ocean]
I can’t be there with you, but I can dream
I can’t be there with you, but I can dream
I can’t be there with you, but I can dream
I can’t be there with you, but I can dream
I can’t be there with you, but I can dream
I can’t be there with you, but I can dream
I still dream dream dream, I still dream

[Verse]
My grandaddy was a player, pretty boy in a pair of gators
See I met him later on, think it was 1991
The only dad I’d ever know, but pretty soon he’d be gone (too)
Hide my face, hide my face, can’t let ’em see me crying
Cause these boys didn’t have no fathers neither
And they weren’t crying, my friend said it wasn’t so bad
You can’t miss what you ain’t had, well I can, I’m sad and

[Hook]
There will be tears, I’ve no doubt
There may be smiles but a few
And when those tears have run out
You will be numb and blue

[Outro]
I can’t be there, that’s all you had to say to me was
You couldn’t be there, why couldn’t you say to me
You won’t be there, you coulda warned me
You wouldn’t be here right here, you wouldn’t be here for me, No

Frank Ocean – Swim Good (Nostalgia Ultra Album)

That’s a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car, ain’t it?
Big enough to take these broken hearts and put ’em in it
Now I’m driving ’round on the boulevard, trunk bleeding
And every time the cops pull me over, they never see them
And I’ve got this black suit on
Roaming around like I’m ready for a funeral
Five more miles ’til the road runs out

I’m about to drive in the ocean
I’ma try to swim from something bigger than me
Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good
Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good

Got some pretty good beats on this 808 CD, yeah
Memory seats I’m sitting on stay heated
I woulda put tints on my windows but what’s the difference
If I feel like a Ghost, no Swayze, ever since I lost my baby
I’ve had this black suit on
Roaming around like I’m ready for a funeral
One more mile ’til the road runs out

I’m about to drive in the ocean
I’ma try to swim from something bigger than me
Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good
Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good

I’m going off, don’t try stopping me
I’m going off, don’t try saving
No flares, no vest, and no fear
Waves are washing me (out)

I’m about to drive in the ocean
I’ma try to swim from something bigger than me
Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good
Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good

Don’t die

Frank Ocean – Dust (Nostalgia Ultra Album)

[Verse 1]
Who’s that talking in the library?
Who’s that talking in my library?
Is that you? No I won’t put you out
Cause what would this place be without my muse
Nothing special, every book in here I wrote
Some I’m not too proud of some I wish I could burn
So many pages I wrote, wish I could revise them
But there’s no erasing and the best advice I got
Was keep writing, and keep living, and keep loving

[Hook]
And when the ink dries and the pages turn to dust
So will we turn to dust, so will we dust, dust

[Verse 2]
Who’s that laughing in my library?
Who’s that laughing in my library?
Is that you? No I won’t put you out
Cause what would this place be without your smile
Nothing special, I fell in love with you girl
You let yourself inside with no respect for privacy
You said there’s too much on my mind
Then you ripped out a page and set that shit on flame
I quit writing, I kept living, I kept loving

[Hook]
And when the ink dries and the pages turn to dust
So will we turn to dust, so will we dust, dust

Maxwell – Hakuna Matata (Safari EP)

[Intro: Maxwell & ?]
Hakuna Matata!
187! Maxwell der Afrotrapprinz, oh mein Gott, er geht den ganzen [?] erobern
Hakuna Matata

[Part 1]
Rauch’ keine Samen und auch keine Blätter
Glaub mir, ich zahle, nur hauptsache, scheppert
Kauf bisschen Haze, unglaublich, wie lecker
Hau’ meinen Wecker, wenn er zu viel Stress macht
Frau’n aufm Tisch und der Liquid im Sektglas
Weste ist weiß, doch die Nächte sind pechschwarz
Was für Semester? Ich fahr’ mit der S-Bahn
Jeden Tag ist Silvester!
Hakuna Matata
Baby, komm und wir rudern im Stadtpark
Oder im Flugzeug nach Accra
Mir geht es gut, auch wenn ich Schule verkackt hab’
Maxwell, zu beliebt in der Stadt
Du siehst, was ich mach’, zieh’ die Brieftaschen ab
Schick mei’m Bruder neue Sneaker in’n Knast
Sohle präpariert und mit Weed vollgepackt

[Hook: Joshi Mizu & Maxwell]
Denn alles, was ich wollte
Scheint zum Greifen nah zu sein
Ghetto, PS, neue Felgen und Sex
Meine Jungs machen Revolte
Egal, zu welcher Tageszeit
Meine Welt, mein Gesetz, zwischen Selter und Sekt

[Part 2]
Baby, du weißt, ich bin ein Casanova
Für mich geht es weiter nach oben
Und wenn einer fragt, wo ich bin:
Ich lieg’ high aufm Sofa mit drei Amazonen
Bleibe Ganove, heiß wie ein Ofen
Bretter’n mit Hundert durch Dreißigerzonen
Trinke den Wodka mit Eis und Zitrone
Sie greifen nach Stern’n und ich greif’ nach Melonen
Deine Schlampe, sie macht mir ein Sandwich
Denn in meinem Bett wacht sie auf
Guck, der nächste Tag läuft fast identisch
Nur der Sex mit ’ner anderen Frau
Gras in die Luft, Salamati!
Das ganze Weed macht mich paranoid
Werde verfolgt – Gendarmerie
Doch mir ist egal, solang Mama mich liebt

[Hook: Joshi Mizu & Maxwell]
Denn alles, was ich wollte
Scheint zum Greifen nah zu sein
Ghetto, PS, neue Felgen und Sex
Meine Jungs machen Revolte
Egal, zu welcher Tageszeit
Meine Welt, mein Gesetz, zwischen Selter und Sekt

Maxwell – Safari (Safari EP)

[Intro: Bonez MC]
Baby, wir geh’n auf Safari!
Baby, wir geh’n auf Safari!

[Part 1: RAF Camora]
Lichtjahre gereist
Millionär in Sachen Bonus der Fluggesellschaft
Die Palmen auf Eins
Hol’ mir die Plastikawards bei UPS ab
Nicht reinkomm’n in’n Club war gestern
Guck, wie die Nutten lästern
Brauch’ keine Bodyguards, gib mir ein Handy
Ich ruf’ eben kurz Marques an
Du willst sehn’ wie man das Publikum zerfetzt
Schon wieder Besuch in mein’m Konzert
Vor deinen Freunden am haten
Doch auf Facebook likst du mein’n Comment
Erwider deine Fresse nur ein’n Moment
Geh und mach mir ein Omelett
Brauch’ Proteine für’n Fick, Weed für die Bros
Und Dynamit für die Shows

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Lass brenn’n wie Mephisto
So viele rufen an, ich frag’ sie: Wer bist du?
Sie spiel’n den Song in der Disco
Nie wieder Konten im Dispo
Hundertvierzig Grad, es brennt wie Mephisto

[Part 2: Maxwell]
Gib dein Handy, du Pičko
Maxwell, ich häng’ mit der Gang in der Disco
Oder danc’ so wie Sisco
In der Fünf-Sterne-Suite im Hotel Monte Cristo
Besoffen, ich stolper’ ins Bistro
Aber fühle mich grad so wie Vitali Klitschko
Und sie sagt, ich bin schizo
Hab mich gestern verliebt, heute frag’ ich: Wer bist du?

[Bridge: Bonez MC & Maxwell]
Baby, wir geh’n auf Safari
Komm, wir machen rum – Bacardi
Haschisch in meiner Piñata
Afrika Bambaataa sein Vater
Abrakadabra, bin weg nach dem Sex
Es war Maxwell, die Fata Morgana

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Lass brenn’n wie Mephisto
So viele rufen an, ich frag’ sie: Wer bist du?
Sie spiel’n den Song in der Disco
Nie wieder Konten im Dispo
Hundertvierzig Grad, es brennt wie Mephisto

[Bridge 2: Bonez MC]
Baby, wir geh’n auf Safari
Komm, wir machen rum – Bacardi
Baby, wir geh’n auf Safari
Komm, wir machen rum – Bacardi

[Hook: RAF Camora]
Lass brenn’n wie Mephisto
So viele rufen an, ich frag’ sie: Wer bist du?
Sie spiel’n den Song in der Disco
Nie wieder Konten im Dispo
Hundertvierzig Grad, es brennt wie Mephisto

Maxwell – Spielplatz (Safari EP)

[Hook: Bonez MC]
Freitag Abend auf dem Spielplatz
Keine Palmen, aber Sand
Und sie fragen mich nach Features
Oder nach ei’m Autogramm
Fühl’ mich fast wie auf Ibiza
Keine Palmen, aber Sand
Nächstes Wochenende wieder
Gleicher Platz, gleiches Programm

[Part 1: Maxwell]
Sand in der Tasche, häng’ ab aufm Spielplatz
Boxen to go, alle geh’n auf den Beat ab
Drei Döner im Magen, weil ich bin ein Vielfraß
Hüpf durch die Gegend und saufe ein Bierfass
Niemals zu Hause, auch draußen im Winter
Frau’n am zwinkern, brauche kein Tinder
Eltern lassen Kids kaum ausm Zimmer
Im Park sind nur Dealer, wer schaukelt die Kinder?
Lieber im Hof eine Sixer teil’n
Als in der Wohnung zu sitzen allein
Eh, mein Pimmel ist hart
Klebrige Finger vom Harz, wisch’ mir den Drink ausm Bart
Jap, ich bin immer noch da
Der Nigga gibt Gas, bis seine Stimme versagt, Bra!

[Hook: Bonez MC]
Freitag Abend auf dem Spielplatz
Keine Palmen, aber Sand
Und sie fragen mich nach Features
Oder nach ei’m Autogramm
Fühl’ mich fast wie auf Ibiza
Keine Palmen, aber Sand
Nächstes Wochenende wieder
Gleicher Platz, gleiches Programm

[Part 2: Maxwell]
Frisch ausm Barber, Strich in der Matte
Guck, wie ich Chicks wie ’ne Pizza vernasche
Nehm’ sie im Park auf der Tischtennisplatte
Und der ganze Block sieht: Es geht richtig zur Sache
Benzer geparkt, MA im Glas
Millionen von Kids, Konkurrenten im Arsch
Enter’ den Markt, kein’n Cent mehr vom Staat
Der Obststand wird mir meine Rente bezahl’n
Nie wieder ackern, der Magen ist voll
Grinsende Backe, denn ich hab’ Erfolg
Eh, Baby, komm ran und zieh endlich den Tanga aus
Ficken mit Maxwell – es endet im Krankenhaus
Szene gefickt, 187er-Bandenrausch
Sommer die Palm’n und im Winter der Tannenbaum

[Hook: Bonez MC]
Freitag Abend auf dem Spielplatz
Keine Palmen, aber Sand
Und sie fragen mich nach Features
Oder nach ei’m Autogramm
Fühl’ mich fast wie auf Ibiza
Keine Palmen, aber Sand
Nächstes Wochenende wieder
Gleicher Platz, gleiches Programm

Maxwell – Hochspannung (Safari EP)

[Intro/Scratches: Maxwell & RAF Camora]
Elektrisch geladen, steh’ unter Strom
Willst du sehn’, wie man das Publikum zerfetzt
Junge dann besuche mein Konzert

[Part 1: RAF Camora]
Ah, elektrisch geladen wie’n Tesla (aha)
Sechshundertachtzig PS (aha)
Hektik in meiner cabeza (aha)
Stress wie am Kölner Silvester
Gefahr für die Umwelt wie [?]
Mein Kopf ist geladen wie ’ne AK
Für meine Bres nur das Beste
Für die Hyänen die Reste
Lass uns mal lieber allein
Bevor wir hier paar Stiche verteil’n wie ’ne Wespe
Such’ mir paar einsame Plätze
Bevor ich einen verletze
Wünsche Fakefriends nur das Schlechteste
All meinen Feinden das Beste

[Hook: RAF Camora & Maxwell]
Meine Jungs sind auf Hochspannung
Frauen aus dem Balkan – Hochspannung
Das ganze Team ist auf Hochspannung
Countdown zum Anfang – Hochspannung
Hoch-, Hoch-, Hoch-, Hochspannung, -spannung!
Elektrisch geladen, steh’ unter Strom
Gepäckträger, fahr paar Pakete mit Obst
Hoch-, Hoch-, Hoch-, Hochspannung, -spannung!
Willst du sehn’, wie man das Publikum zerfetzt
Junge dann besuche mein Konzert

[Part 2: Maxwell]
Elektrisch geladen, steh’ unter Strom
Gepäckträger, fahr paar Pakete mit Obst
Blättchen und Nase, wir geh’n übern Dom
Vorm Sex muss sie blasen, beweg deinen Po!
Kippen sind dick, Lippen gespritzt
Bück dich für mich, du wirst richtig gefickt
Volle Kanne aufn Rücken gewichst
Verrückt ist es nicht, denn es ist wie es ist
Die Truppe hängt nachts vor der Einfahrt
Die Mucke pumpt glatt ausm Daimler
Wir spucken mit Körnern zum Dreiblatt
Sag’ ihr: „Guck ma’, die Nutte!“, und pfeif’ nach
Neue Schuhe Nike, Mann
*Bamm* – in die Fresse wie ein Steinschlag
Warum? Weil du hier nicht reinpasst
Eins-Acht-Sieben, ’ne Gemeinschaft, whay

[Hook: RAF Camora & Maxwell]
Meine Jungs sind auf Hochspannung
Frauen aus dem Balkan – Hochspannung
Das ganze Team ist auf Hochspannung
Countdown zum Anfang – Hochspannung
Hoch-, Hoch-, Hoch-, Hochspannung, -spannung!
Elektrisch geladen, steh’ unter Strom
Gepäckträger, fahr paar Pakete mit Obst
Hoch-, Hoch-, Hoch-, Hochspannung, -spannung!
Willst du sehn’, wie man das Publikum zerfetzt
Junge dann besuche mein Konzert

Maxwell – Goldene Zeiten (Safari EP)

[Intro: Sample]
„Ich weiß, wie’s ist reich zu sein, und ich weiß, wie’s ist arm zu sein. Und ich zieh’ reich sein vor, wenn ich die Wahl habe. Denn, wenn ich schon Probleme hab, sitz’ ich als reicher Mann wenigstens auf dem Rücksitz einer Limo, trag’ ’n Zweitausend-Dollar-Anzug und ’ne verfickte, goldene Vierzigtausend-Dollar-Uhr!“

[Part 1]
Komm’ rein wie ein Macho
Maxwell, ich fress’ ein paar Teile wie Nachos
Und die Streife ist machtlos
Mann, ich fick’ deine Alte gescheit auf dem Rasthof
Steck mir den Kamm in den Afro
Häng’ mit der Gang, 187er-Bratkos
Fühl’ mich grad wie Fidel Castro
Nigga, drück’ aufs Pedal, doch guck niemals aufs Tacho
Ey, ich bleibe ein Gewinner
Alle meine Weiber sind Pin-ups
Ob die Scheiße ein’n Sinn macht?
Raus aus dem Block und dann rein in ’ne Villa
Begreif es, du Spinner, mein Team, wir spiel’n in einer anderen Liga
Zeig mit dem Finger auf mich und ich schieße dich und deinen Bodyguard nieder!

[Hook]
Das sind goldene Zeiten
Stimmung wie auf Ecstasy
Ich bin gekomm’n, um zu bleiben
Alle sind in Maxwell verliebt
Wir hab’n goldene Zeiten
Wir feiern exzessiv
Wir sind gekomm’n, um zu bleiben
187, wir sind explosiv

[Part 2]
Komme vorbei, Sponsor von Nike
Roll’ meine Babas nur holländisch ein
Im Sommer, nie schneit’s, Plomben verteil’n
Habe jeden Tag Frau Holle dabei
Auch wenn die Sonne nicht scheint
Häng’ wir draußen auf der Parkbank
Volles Poppi mit Schein’n
Und dennoch geh’ ich schwarzfahr’n
Oder häng’n, so wie Tarzan
Schnapp’ mir ’ne Jane, es geht ab dann im Plaza
Guck, ich beiße auf Taler
Mit 18-Karat-Mundgold von mei’m Zahnarzt
Wir kreisen wie Adler
Dreh’n Runden wie Hoola-Hoop
Keine Rechnung bezahlt
Aber mir ist egal, werfe Scheine im Moulin Rouge

[Hook]
Das sind goldene Zeiten
Stimmung wie auf Ecstasy
Ich bin gekomm’n, um zu bleiben
Alle sind in Maxwell verliebt
Wir hab’n goldene Zeiten
Wir feiern exzessiv
Wir sind gekomm’n, um zu bleiben
187, wir sind explosiv

Pink Floyd – Comfortably Numb

Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?

Come on
Now
I hear you’re feeling down
I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again

Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can’t hear what you’re saying

When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like
Two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain
You would not understand
This is not how I am

I… Have become comfortably numb

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There’ll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working
Good
That’ll keep you going through the show
Come on
It’s time to go

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can’t hear what you’re saying

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I… Have become comfortably numb

(Solo)

lol – Xmas Kiss

今夜snow magic
会えなくても
冬の魔法で距離が縮まってく
silent holy night
誰よりも届けたいxmas kiss
ding dong merry merry xmas
ding dong very special xmas
ding dong merry merry xmas
ding dong ding dong

「いますぐ飛んで来て、暖めて欲しい」
電話の向こう言えずに切った

吐いては消えてく白い息
キミのいない街募る雪
ふたつ離れて進む道
いつか重なり合うかな?

星に願いを込めて
キミに届くように

今夜snow magic
会えなくても
冬の魔法で距離が縮まってく
silent holy night
誰よりも届けたいxmas kiss

ding dong merry merry xmas
ding dong very special xmas
ding dong merry merry xmas
ding dong ding dong

「キミと見る雪が一番好きなんだよ」
伝えようとしたけれど ざわめきに消えた
近くて遠い二人の距離
それでも想いが募る日々
ふたつ並んだ帰り道
いつか重なり合うかな?

星に願いを込めて
奇跡起こるように

今夜snow magic
会えなくても
冬の魔法で距離が縮まってく
silent holy night
誰よりも届けたいxmas kiss

(it’s a very merry special holy night)

きっとキミは来ない誰もいない街の中で
星を見上げ 離れ離れ 君を想い出して
時計の針が12時を指す頃
いつもの場所にいるよ
鐘の音が運ぶ魔法 ここで待っているよ

今夜snow magic
会えなくても
冬の魔法で距離が縮まってく
silent holy night
誰よりも届けたい xmas kiss

ding dong (hey) merry merry xmas
ding dong (hey) very special xmas
ding dong (hey) merry merry xmas
ding dong ding dong

xmas kiss

今夜snow magic
会えなくても
冬の魔法で距離が縮まってく
silent holy night
誰よりも届けたいxmas kiss
ding dong merry merry xmas
ding dong very special xmas
ding dong merry merry xmas
ding dong ding dong

「いますぐ飛んで来て、暖めて欲しい」
電話の向こう言えずに切った

吐いては消えてく白い息
キミのいない街募る雪
ふたつ離れて進む道
いつか重なり合うかな?

星に願いを込めて
キミに届くように

今夜snow magic
会えなくても
冬の魔法で距離が縮まってく
silent holy night
誰よりも届けたいxmas kiss

ding dong merry merry xmas
ding dong very special xmas
ding dong merry merry xmas
ding dong ding dong

「キミと見る雪が一番好きなんだよ」
伝えようとしたけれど ざわめきに消えた
近くて遠い二人の距離
それでも想いが募る日々
ふたつ並んだ帰り道
いつか重なり合うかな?

星に願いを込めて
奇跡起こるように

今夜snow magic
会えなくても
冬の魔法で距離が縮まってく
silent holy night
誰よりも届けたいxmas kiss

(it’s a very merry special holy night)

きっとキミは来ない誰もいない街の中で
星を見上げ 離れ離れ キミを想い出して
時計の針が12時を指す頃
いつもの場所にいるよ
鐘の音が運ぶ魔法 ここで待っているよ

今夜snow magic
会えなくても
冬の魔法で距離が縮まってく
silent holy night
誰よりも届けたいxmas kiss

ding dong (hey) merry merry xmas
ding dong (hey) very special xmas
ding dong (hey) merry merry xmas
ding dong ding dong

lol – Bye Bye

bye bye
hey
do you understand?
every little little small things
are hurting me everyday
wow わからないよ もう
目を覚ませば現実のmode
and you got me say

get get outta my life
ready set go and now break out
i say no no no no
i don’t want no more more more

このままでいいの?
he keeps on breaking my heart
顔も見たくないoh baby
彷徨う惑星
we keep on wondering around
甘いコトバはもういらない

knock knock!!
ここからget out!
こんな最後にしたくなかった でもね
good bye 出ていってtonight
サヨナラ イイワケベイベー

いまさらそんな (hey) 顔してもno more (hey)
聞きたくない しゃべりたくもないよ
baby this game is over (hey)
baby don’t want u closer (hey)
cause i don’t care
bye bye bye bye bad loop of love
da da la di la da da di la la la da
da da la di la
da da la di la da da di la la la da
bye bye bye bye bad loop of love

どこかで出会えるはずさ
you never know 運命って
そんなに考えたって 答えなんてfar away
世界中がtarget 昨日までは誰?
ってやつがなるかもね
次のキミのone and only

knock knock!!
今すぐget out!
こんな最後は見たくなかった でもね
good bye 出ていくtonight
サヨナラ イイワケベイベー

踊り明かそう (hey) 止まらずもっと (hey)
嫌なことはもう 忘れちゃえばいいよ
it’s not the best ending (hey)
it might be a tragic (hey)
but i don’t care
bye bye bye bye bad loop of love

最後のラブソング 寂しいけど 終わりにしようよ
誰よりきっと分かってるでしょ yeah yeah…

いまさらそんな (hey) 顔してもno more (hey)
聞きたくない しゃべりたくもないよ
baby this game is over (hey)
baby don’t want u closer (hey)
cause i don’t care
bye bye bye bye bad loop of love
da da la di la da da di la la la da
da da la di la
da da la di la da da di la la la da
bye bye bye bye bad loop of love

Frank Zappa – Sleep Dirt

George duke (keyboards)
Dave parlato (bass)
Patrick o’hearn (bass)
James "bird legs" youman (bass, guitar)
Terry bozzio (drums)
Chester thompson (drums)
Chad wackerman (drums)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Thana harris (vocals)
Bruce fowler (brass)

Heh!

Got that tempo?
Hm hm

Heh!
Gettin’ tired?
No, fingers got stuck!

Tove Lo – Cool Girl

[Tove Lo]
You can run free
I won’t hold it against you!
(You do your thing, never wanted a future)
Fuck if I knew how to put it romantic
Speaking my truth, there’s no need to panic…!

No, let’s not put a label on it
Let’s keep it fun
We don’t put a label on it
So we can run free, yeah
I wanna be free like you…

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy
I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy

Rules you don’t like, but you’re still gonna keep ’em
Said you want fines for whatever reason
Show we can chill, try and keep it platonic
Now you can’t tell if I’m really ironic

No, let’s not put a label on it
Let’s keep it fun
We don’t put a label on it
So we can run free, yeah
I wanna be free like you

I’m a, I’m a, I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy
I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy
I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy
I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy

I got fever highs
I got boiling blood
I’m that fire…
We could burn together

I’m a, I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy
I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy

I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
Too cool for you
I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl
I’m a I’m a cool girl, I’m a, I’m a cool girl

(Ice cold, I roll my eyes at you, boy…!)

The Beatles – We Can Work It Out

Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking
Till I can’t go on?

While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that
Our love may soon be gone
We can work it out
We can work it out

Think of what you’re saying
You can get it wrong and still
You think that it’s all right

Think of what I’m saying
We can work it out and
Get it straight or say good night
We can work it out
We can work it out

Life is very short
And there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend

I have always thought
That it’s a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell
If I am right or I am wrong

While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we might
Fall apart before too long
We can work it out
We can work it out

Life is very short
And there’s no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend

I have always thought
That it’s a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell
If I am right or I am wrong

While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we might
Fall apart before too long
We can work it out
We can work it out

Blackfield – Family Man lyrics

Breath in
Breath out
You had your shot you blew it all
Right now
Dead end
Your rescue team is miles away

People talk behind your back
In idle news become a clown 
For those you despise, those you never count
They cheered you while you crashed

Chasing your dreams
Paying your bills
Here you go again
Definite sign 
You are around
No it’s not a shame to be a family man

Stand still
Slow down
You had your shot you blew it all
Right now
Dead end
Your rescue team is miles away

Hard boy
Blank heart
How shallow can you get?
Stand still 
Slow down
Where else can you go?

Chasing your dreams
Paying your bills
Here you go again
Definite sign
You are around
No it’s not a shame to be a family man

Omri – Control lyrics

You’re in control over something
Like playing God you’re contriving
To keep it dark in denial
Just human hope for recycle

‫ Pull the veil off your eyes yeah
Why can’t you see what I see yeah
Bring your friends to the hanging
Now let them see what you see yeah

How did we get here?
Did we lose our conscience?
Did we lose our consciousness?
Or are we slowly going blind?

We’re all puppets here but I just see the strings
We’re all puppets now come see the end of Kings

Go on, control
Your time is short
I tell myself that it’s too late
I wanna quit but I’m too far
Go on, control!

Bow to the new idols
They want you tamed like an animal
And there’s a cloud that we live under
But it won’t rain if we’re all aware

We’re all puppets here but I just see the strings
We’re all puppets now come see the end of Kings

Go on, control
Your time is short
I tell myself that it’s too late
I wanna quit but I’m too far
Go on, control!

Cruiserweight – To Be Quite Honest lyrics

Hey Pop, was this all in your plan
To make me walk around in fear
Of my fellow man?
And you said
“don’t let your confidence waiver
’cause there is plenty of bad blood out there,”
And now i know.
Come hell or high water
I’d show the faithless that i was more than just my mini-skirt
And you said that I could be the one
To be a mover and make a difference
But it’s so hard.
And i always wanted something but…
To be quite honest i am not so sure of this
And sometimes my fear
Outweighs your advice

This privilege
To be all that i could be
Weighed down with expectations
Complicated me
Hey, pop, it’s me
Your good little egg
On the verge of utter panic…
Why, oh why, dad?
They’ll see i’m just one of the guys
If i keep my gameface
For the rest of the show

The world around me
Crumbling at my feet
Well, to be quite honest
It’s a part of this game we play every day

Lucy – Best of me

Love me, love me like so
Lost me, lost all control
Play me, play me, don’t fold
You try and change me, you won’t
Hate me, hate me you say
You’ve made me, made me feel less
Always holding me down
What you gonna do now?
Walking through the storm, howling like a beast
Fire real hard to cool and shatter me
I will take your crown if it were to set me free
Here I come, now you see

(x2)
Tear me up, break me down
You won’t get the best of me now
I will fight what it can be
You won’t get the best of me

[Beat drops]

Give me, give me some time
Need me, need me you’ll find
Find me, find me real soon
You’ll tell me none of it is true
Fool me like fool no
Fight me, fight me, go home
Cut me, hurt me, I’ll bleed
But never doubt me, doubt me
Walking through the storm, howling like a beast
Fire real hard to cool and shatter me
I will take your crown if it were to set me free
Here I come, now you see

(x2)
Tear me up, break me down
You won’t get the best of me now
I will fight what it can be
You won’t get the best of me

[Beat drops]

[Bridge:]
Thought you’re happy, all figure out
There are ups and downs for the count
I never ever give up fighting for
Just look at me now
Just when you thought you had me figured out
There are ups and downs for the count
You’ll never ever thought you’d see me
Come back

(x2)
Tear me up, break me down
You won’t get the best of me now
I will fight what it can be
You won’t get the best of me