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Ingrid Michaelson – Blood Brothers letras

If you knew me would you save that seat for me
If you knew me would you finally let me free
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

If you loved me would you hold onto my hand
If you loved me would you finally understand
That we’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
What you need, what you need i need too
What you are, what you are i am too
’cause we’re all the same under a different name
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

If you knew me would you lift me from the ground
If you loved me would you even hear me make a sound
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

What you need, what you need i need too
What you are, what you are i am too
’cause we’re all the same under a different name
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers
We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

We’re all blood, we’re all blood, blood brothers

Afroman – Because I Got High letras

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why
‘Cause I got high

I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
Now I’m selling dope and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I wasn’t gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic, and I know why, ’cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I wasn’t gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
Now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
Now I’m jacking off and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
Now I’m sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
‘Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I’m gonna stop singing this song because I’m high
I’m singing this whole thing wrong because I’m high
And if I don’t sell one copy I know why
‘Cause I’m high
Because I’m high
Because I’m high

Dashboard Confessional – Currents letras

The air is visible around you, rising up and off your lips in slow currents
And I watch as your face is framed in its slow currents
Drifting curls a trailing path
A long drag becomes a dress of blue and ash

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down

The air is visceral around us
Turning in its simple steps on slow currents
and I watch as it pirouettes and spins in slow motion
A long drag becomes a slow dance and a halo of ember

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn all the way down, all the way down

And if this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, we burned our hands
If this is ever meant to end, then I hope it ends where it began
So hot with love, it burns our hands

If it is born in flames then we should let it burn
Burn as brightly as we can
And if it’s gotta end then let it end in flames
Let it burn, let it burn
If it’s gotta end let it burn
If it’s gotta end let it burn
It ends where it began, so hot with love, it burns our hands

G-Eazy – The Day It All Changed

Yeah, un-fuck-with-able
Black on black Vader, soundtrack is so cynical
It’s for certain, keep a cup of Bourbon, it’s so critical
I’m just getting started, still a couple years from pinnacle
Low key, I been killing y’all in another interval
You kiss that bitch, you imbecile, her mouth stay on my genitals
Text me ten times, I never hit her back, pitiful
I hate how this industry is so fucking political
You should just sit down with all that bullshit, go and get a stool
I just don’t believe you, don’t know who you think that shit will fool
Yeah, legendary status what I must achieve
She came to the smash, right afterwards I made her up and leave
You don’t even know what I got up my sleeve
Told my team, “We’d make it in a second, trust me, just believe”
Yeah, rap game, James Dean, been here
I’m just out here doing shit they ain’t seen
Swear this beat too fucking hard, telling you, bro, Kane’s mean
Ever since eighteen, been focused on the same dream

Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Never looking back, so far I be on y’alls range
Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Came the fuck up since I was making y’alls wage

Well, the difference is nowadays I’m making like triple times your dividends
Walk my stage like Johnny Cash, hella to a massive crowd
Quiet but I’m passing loud, solid crew, no rats allowed
Everybody knows I’m next to get it, you could ask around
Classic shit, that’s the sound, labels tryna track me down
Faked it till I made it, everything’s official now
Don’t fit in, I stand apart from everybody, it’s just how
Everything I do, I put my name on as original
Skeet all on a rich girl’s boobs and watch it trickle down
I want in on every dime bag or nickel now
Every rapper that I’m ‘bout to pass up is in a pickle now
Thought you had a home run? Just a foul
Silly stupid rapper, you won’t make it with that simple style
When I’m working I don’t fuck around, shouts to those who stuck around
Alright’s to the up and down, I have more, they buzz around
Tell me now, how does it sound?
She knows when I come in town she calls soon as I’m touching down

Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Never looking back, so far I be on y’alls range
Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Came the fuck up since I was making y’alls wage

Remember when I never had shit
Single parent struggles, moms always trying to mask it
Age sixteen I set a goal and now I’m past it
Following this dream, shouts to everyone who backs it
For me it turned into the flagship
Jealousy is real, see these people talking mad shit
What you making now ain’t even fucking with my last shit
We’re eating, get a basket, I’m in this till the casket

Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Never looking back, so far I be on y’alls range
Yeah, that was the day it all changed
Shit just got real, now they’re looking all strange
No longer on a small stage
Came the fuck up since I was making y’alls wage

DAT ADAM – Dog-eat-dog

[Intro: Ivan]
Мне давно всё это казалось странным
Мне давно казалось всё это чужым
Я предчувствовалг,что всё это катится не в том направлении …
Все процветает и растёт, но в тот же момент рушится …
А всего лишь словно зеркало, отражение всего …
Теперь я это понял, осознал …
Я делал все что правильным считал
По крайней мере я считал так
Я делал все что было – верным быть должно
Но что правильно никто и никогда не объяснял мне
Быть может время наступило – взять в руки всё свои
Ведь жить воочию намного лучше, чем как до етого я жил
Теперь я это понял

[Hook: T & A]
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this Shit – ich bin raus, jah
Ich spiel’ nicht mehr mit, nah, das wird mir zu sick – euer Lärm um nix wird zu laut
Yeah-eah, hat echt fucking lange gebraucht, doch zum Glück hab’ ich die Show noch durchschaut
Noch durchschaut, noch durchschaut, noch durchschaut …
[Part 1: A]
Ich hab’s durchschaut, mein Milleniumsauge blickt direkt durch ihre scheiß Fassade und deckt auf
Dass alles so fake ist, hässlich hinter der Maske wie Jason
Alle schon lange fernab von dem Weg – ich soll es so machen wie sie, doch es geht nicht
Doch es geht nicht – es geht nicht
Die Körper sind frei, doch die Seelen im Käfig (yeah)
Und das Wettkämpfen verdreht ihr’n Kopf
Backstabber wie Sephiroth wollen Cash stacken wie Jay-Z, doch wozu?
Bringt euch der Lifestyle wirklich was ihr sucht?
Was bringt all dieses Papier, wenn du nicht fühlst was du tust?
Macht, was ihr wollt, ich
Brauch’ all das Zeug nicht, nah – ich hab’ meine Crew
Wir leben ein Leben in Würde
Fliegen hinweg über all ihre Hürden

[Bridge: Matthew Chaim]
Spill my thoughts on the canvas
Spill my thoughts on the canvas
Can’t escape without the practice
Yeah, this life take practice, when you living passive, no
Won’t pass this up, gon’ jazz this up now
We matched up now, won’t mess up found
What we we’re looking for
Spending every minute looking for more
And I know – yeah, I know
What youu want this lifestyle truly won’t bring you
What you want with all the paper
That 9 to 5 ain’t gon’ save you, that 9 to 5 it gon’ slave you

[Part 2: T]
Now I’m looking through this shit – Through this shit
Sie werfen mit Lügen um sich als wären es Shurikens
Straight ins Face wie Hooligans
Ich lass’ mich von ihrem Bullshit nicht umwickeln wie ’ne fuckin’ Mumie
Diese Welt ist vir’nverseucht wie Windows
Doch ihre Fallen sind sinnlos – nenn mich „Jinzo“
Alle moven synchron und pushen ihren Film hoch
Dass ich da nicht mitspielen muss, zeigt mir das Hydra-Symbol
Und auch mein Instinkt, tho
Ihr Kosmos ist grau, doch ich bin bunt wie ein Flamingo, stimmt schon
Ich weiß, dass ich nicht reinpasse, danke für die Info!
Ich spür’ es schon so lang, doch Ausbrechen kostet Überwindung
Überwindung
Viel zu lang hab’ ich mich angepasst – es fühlte sich falsch an von Anfang an
Ich wollte immer nur fliegen, doch wurd’ geboren im Netz der Tarantula
Sie nehmen uns all unser Charisma und saugen uns aus so wie Dracula
Wir wandeln nur leblos umher so wie Zombies – die Society gleicht ’nem Massengrab
Yeah, doch ich steig’ raus aus dem Sarg
Raus aus dem Nebel – raus aus dem Dust
Der verdammte Alptraum wird hier und jetzt enden
Ich glaub’, ich bin wach – ich bin raus!

DAT ADAM – Hydra 3D

[Part 1: T]
Hallo Erde, wir landen jetzt!
Wir war’n zu lange weg!
Wenn DAT FUCKING ADAM aus dem Shuttle steppt
Wird diese Ödnis hier in Brand gesetzt

Noch immer nice, nice, nice, noch immer die nicesten Vibes
So nice, dass es keiner begreift, wir droppen das heißeste Fire
Und geben keine Fucks – noch immer keine Fucks
Das Spaceship macht *rrrn* und die Fingergun macht *grah*
Und der Bass macht *boom*, so wie Dynamite
Während unser Level unerreichbar bleibt
Denn die Hydra macht Training im Raum von Geist und Zeit
Wo ihre Nicigkeit noch immer weiter steigt
Und auf einma’ komm’ sie alle mit dem Sci-Fi-Style
But we already been on it
Wir sind schneller als das Licht, so wie Team Rocket
Yaah, immer noch müssen wir kei’m was beweisen
Immer noch sind wir die Gleichen
Immer noch sind wir die, die viel zu fly sind
Immer noch sind wir die, die viel zu high sind
Immer noch, wir sind selfmade, immer noch
Und was ich auf diesem verdammten Planet verlor’n habe, frag’ ich mich immer noch
[Bridge: A]
Ey-ey, yeah, ey!
Viel zu lange, viel zu lange weg von hier
Doch wir sind endlich wieder in der Atmosphere
Und wir seh’n, verändert hat sich echt nicht viel
So vieles ist immer noch so wacklich hier
Es ist deprimier’nd, yeah
Doch wer sorgt für die Changes, wenn nicht wir?
Eh, dieser Planet braucht uns und wir brauchen ihn
Dreht den motherfuckin’ Sound so laut wie nie
Stellt die motherfuckin’ Lauscher auf und fliegt
Jeder weiß, es ist wieder mal Zeit für Shit, der real ist

Oh world, oh world, hold on, ja!

[Part 2: A]
Alles wird wieder gut, denn die drei sind wieder back
New Mindset im Gepäck – Cyber-Hippie-Swag
Vibes wie immer fett
Immer noch ist kaum einer so fresh wie die Clique plus Friends, yeah
Haben doch schon vor ’nem Jahr gezeigt, wie’s geht
Haben alle da etwa gepennt?
Sie sind Kanye-Fanboys wir sind DAT FUCKING ADAM
Jedem Trend zu folgen zeugt von echt krassem Talent
Nicht … was hier abgeht, ist ein Witz
Sie tappen im Dunkeln, wir komm’ mit dem Licht
Wir hab’n das, was fehlt, hab’n viel erlebt und zu erzähl’n
Hört zu, hört zu
Ja, hört zu, hört zu, ja, ja, ja

[Outro]
„Hydra 3D!“

DAT ADAM – OWL

[Part 1: A]
Federleicht, federleicht
Yeah, wann war der Head je so frei?
Du hast mir den Weg gezeigt
Tief und tiefer geht’s in mich hinein
Seh’, was ich schon längst versteh’, doch nicht begreif’
Viel zu lang schon zirkel’ ich im Kreis
Doch ich glaub’, endlich werd’ ich befreit
Zweifel’ an allem, was so richtig scheint
Denn nie war mir alles, was hier abläuft, bewusster und klarer als jetzt – ich
Sehe Verbindungen, fühle so objektiv, ganz andre Weltsicht
Bin überwältigt von allem, was in mir schlief und mich beschäftigt
Seh’ meine Fehler so klar – weiß endlich, dass diese Maske nicht echt ist
In nur einer Nacht hast du mir so viel beigebracht
Ich hätt’ es sicher auch allein geschafft
Ich hätt’ es sicher auch allein geschafft
Doch du hast mir so viel Zeit und Leid erspart
So viel Zeit und Leid erspart, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: A]
Hey, he-ey – resetting me
Resetting me, resetting, resetting me
Yeah – resetting me
Resetting me, resetting, resetting me

Kool Savas – Wahre Liebe

[Intro: Karen Firlej]
Ihr Ficker

[Part 1: Kool Savas]
Scheuklappen auf, Sniper-Rifle im Arm
Buzz-Krüger-Toys erwachen im unbeschreiblichen Wahnsinn
Fataler Amoklauf, schick sie zu Hades
Schreib mir ‘ne Karte, sag wie isses dort
Sehr passabel, nur ein klein bisschen warm
Ich liquidier’ jeden einzelnen deiner Art
Ruf zum Battle, aber keiner kommt
Als ging es drum in Chicago Streife zu fahr’n
Das Tourlife ist heikel, ihr verspürt nicht die leiseste Scham
Reitet eifrig den Aal und schlaft abends mit ‘nem Steifen im Arsch
Es wird Nacht, die Gase entweichen dem Darm
Und das nennt man grade sein
Frage, warum greifen hier nicht deine Regeln wie Kraken?
Du Made parkst deinen Wagen vorm Artemis
Wartest das jemand Hardcore Sympathisches dir die Sahne warm in die Haare wichst
Phase ist, siehst du frischen Dick und wirst nahezu magisch angezogen
Stürzt dich drauf wie unterzuckerter Habicht
Das ist Marketing 2.0, aktueller Status: Rapper labern radikal
Doch blasen sich in die höchsten Etagen
Du menschliche Fassung eines Ed-Hardy-Caps
Ich werf ‘n gigantischen Monolith auf deinen Schädel bis er quadratisch ist
Streife nachts in Camouflage um das Badeschiff
Kill MCs und zieh’ sie auf zu ‘ner Kette, die länger als der Äquator misst
Scheiß egal, wenn’s sein muss
Schweiss dir ‘nen Bart an, pfeiff dir ‘ne Mate
Angry Birds in real, über ihnen kreisen die Adler
Ich war leise bis dato, aber was habt ihr Schweine erwartet?
Ein Hai mit diesen Maßen hier passt nicht in ein kleines Aquarium
Eine Frage, sag mir
[Hook: Kool Savas & Karen Firlej] (2x)
Glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe?
Glaubt ihr wirklich, die Wichser rappen noch wenn sie keine Gage kriegen?
Also glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe, huh?
Ich tu’s erst, wenn sie alle tot in ‘nem Graben liegen!

[Part 2: Samy Deluxe]
Von und zu Deluxe, verleih mir selbst ‘n Adelstitel
Fahr ‘ne Riesenkarre, seh’ wie and’re Stars ihr Fahrrad schieben
Gratuliere, willkomm’ zum Gipfeltreffen, lass Hip-Hop retten
Rugged Man, Mister Deluxe und Savas Abi
Diese Killakombo, ein iller Mongo mit wahrer Liebe
Für dies’ Hip-Hop-Ding und mein Mittelfinger total solide
Also bitte bring mir diese Rapper her, egal, wie viele
In einem Jahr füllt ihr alle wieder das Regal bei Lidl
Deine Frau hat Dschungelfieber, steht auf Schokoladenriegel
Sie glaubt wohl nicht an die wahre Liebe, scheint kein Schlaf zu kriegen
Das kann wie beim Fakir mit Nagelbett am Nageln liegen
Naheliegend, deshalb grinst sie auch den ganzen Tag zufrieden
Ihr solltet unsere Namen und die, dieser Rapper niemals in einem Satz erwähnen
So wie die Worte „Erdogan“ und „Ziege“
Ich mache Butter bei die Fische, scheiß auf Margarine
Wo ist da der Haken wie Karabiner? Es hagelt Hiebe
Ich stehle Rappern das Spotlight, sie steh’n auf Schattenspiele
Träne im Auge, wie Harlekine, wenn ich gerade spitte
Die Nullen wären gern’ Einsen, doch sind nur Datendiebe
Steuern aufs Ende zu wie ’96 Pac im Beamer
Ihr hängt auf Tour nur mit Affen rum, so wie Justin Bieber
Dreh am Ende auf als hätt’ ich ‘ne Extrabatterie da
Statt Pokémons zu jagen, analysiert den Part hier lieber
Ende vom Verse, jetzt kennt ihr den Curse Text
Ihr Ficker

[Hook: Kool Savas & Karen Firlej] (2x)
Glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe?
Glaubt ihr wirklich, die Wichser rappen noch wenn sie keine Gage kriegen?
Also glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe, huh?
Ich tu’s erst, wenn sie alle tot in ‘nem Graben liegen!

[Part 3: R.A. the Rugged Man]
Ich bin live von den Straßen Berlins
Came from New York City, Home of the crack fiends
Address carefully, choose my response
Alternative für Deutschland, lutsch meinen Schwanz
Like Kool Savas say it, LMS
Frauke Petry is the devil in the flesh
No justice, no peace, fuck swat gun cock
Buck shot, blood clot, bum drop, run cop
Rebelliere gegen das System
I spit on your grave and I piss on ya name
I come through ya hood with Jérôme Boateng
I break all your bones and I show no shame
Wenn ich komme, der weiße Ritter
Lecke meinen Arsch, du Mutterficker!
Fight, fight, translate, kämpf, kämpf, kämpf
I ignite fright night fake sense get tense
Not white hype rhyme tight master suspense
Ich bin Meister des Engineerens, Meuterei
Fick die amerikanische Polizei
Die hard bitch yippee ki-yay Schweinebacke
Mach ihn tot, fick die schmutzige Ratte
Stopping the system, stomping the opposition
Maybe they not gonna listen
I stay be dropping the wisdom, this is an unpopular position
Break laws in Deutsch, alle brechen das Gesetz
Pop in your maxell or memorex cassette decks go

[Hook: Kool Savas & Karen Firlej] (2x)
Glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe?
Glaubt ihr wirklich, die Wichser rappen noch wenn sie keine Gage kriegen?
Also glaubt ihr an die wahre Liebe, huh?
Ich tu’s erst, wenn sie alle tot in ‘nem Graben liegen!

[Scratches]
No doubt
Futuristic rap shit in the [?]
I eat at an emcee’s heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart

No doubt
Futuristic rap shit in the [?]
I eat at an emcee’s heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
No doubt

Ab-Soul – Braille

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
(Turn it up a lil more, uh, uh, yeah)
Soulo Ho the prophet, I’m a fiend like Bassy
Money like I’m Saudi, agua from the islands
We went from Pintos to Benzos
Plain and simple, let’s race a little
The bar needs to be raised a little
I led the way, but never raised the pencil
Might pay your rent if you suck good dick
And you know what our time apart meant
Pardon me, if I’m arguably
The hardest nigga on the beat
Me and Bas is bosses, throwin’ their boxers
I can own fifty dollar boxers
I just wanna spend hunnid stacks everyday
I went digital
Yo shit we don’t dig at all, we just dish if off
You know I gotta eat
My bitch got cakes and I’m getting that brain
That’s food for thought
Uhh, got the loud and it’s lit
Got the loud and it’s lit
You smoking that reggie, you niggas ain’t ready
Be quiet and quit
[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Verse 2: Bas]
Bassy on a mission
Stackin’ dough like it’s a photo moment
Haters hate us only for the moment
‘Cause your bitch wanna take a photo, homie
Soulo rollin’, got an onion on us
Where my city dolo like Vanilla Sky
Smoking like we ’bout to cross the border
Got a couple shows up on the other side
25 in a row, shit
Shows jumping we’ve been hittin’ licks
Money flowin’ like we flippin’ bricks
Now I don’t know if I’ve ever been in this town
Flip a switch, killing niggas like I pulled the plug
Quarter pound of piff to fill the lungs
Got the whole crowd yelling “Feel the buzz”
It’s lit
I call her, one DM
I land around noon, but I fuck by 1PM
FIENDS
Practice what you preach, preach love
Careful what you eat, half of it’s diseased
They don’t want us here

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this
Try say somethin’ new, it ain’t nothin’ new to say
Everythin’ been did, each and every which way
You ain’t never seen it done like this, you ain’t never
You ain’t never, you ain’t never seen it done like this

[Beat Switch]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
What the tongue can’t taste
What the eyes can’t see
What the ear can’t hear
What your nose can’t sniff
Put your hands in the air
P-put your hands in the air
What the tongue can’t taste
What the eyes can’t see
What the ear can’t hear
What your nose can’t sniff
P-put your hands in the air
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Peter Piper picked the pack of pickled peppers
Soulo found a pound of loud and lit it up
Bet this resin never leave my finger tips
Helen Keller would’ve felt the shit
But tell me what is it you niggas wan’t
Really, tell me what is it you niggas wan’t
Are you niggas dope or you just doin’ dope?
Is you niggas dope or you just doin’ dope?

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Ransom

[Intro]
A Boogie With Da Hoodie be flexing
They want you for ransom

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom
[Verse 1]
Damn son what’s the issue?
Young nigga with a chip tooth and a pistol
I got into the money, started hitting licks too
100 bands make your mans turn right against you
Run through the money, run through the money
Yeah, I like Saint Laurent so I bought a bunch of it nigga
I like throwing one’s so I threw a bunch of ’em nigga
I’m making this song just to keep it 100 nigga
Now I’m going up, niggas got their hands out nigga
You wasn’t around now you my mans now
Probably wouldn’t give me clout now you a damn clown
Now you wanna give me dap, now you a fan now

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

[Verse 2]
I fuck it up, thumb through a check, thumb through a check
My nigga you here shooting (?) you dumb with the left
RJ he a referee, he gon’ get the Tec
I’ma keep scoring from 3, I ain’t missing yet
Listen up, if I feel a threat, I’ma hit you up
Gripped it up, chain never tucked, I don’t give a fuck
When she suck she gon’ lick me up
Ain’t no hickeys girl just hit me up
When you wanna fuck girl just hit me up
Stickied up and I got that drink when I drive by
Stick it up, taking everything when we drive by
Moving like Christiana Aguilera, Lady GaGa
Another one, na-na-na-na-na-na

[Hook]
It’s a whole lotta ways I can get my cash up
Nigga you ain’t got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I’m handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
Nigga I ain’t put no cash up but it’s back up
I just stay with my head up and my grass cut
Them snakes got me fed up, I need a hand gun
I got bands now my head up for a ransom

T-Pain – Dan Bilzerian

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I can pull up on you with a million bucks
Bitch I’m with the squad, we got a million trucks
Just ’cause you don’t see me don’t mean I ain’t movin’
I be in the dark with the semi tucked
You don’t want this shit to go to fisticuffs
Boy pass me that bottle, I ain’t get enough
If they gon’ talk about me I’ma let ’em talk
Bitch I’m takin’ off, bitch I’m takin’ off
Get off me, ho

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Refrain: T-Pain]
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Once they pour it on me you can’t get it off
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Get off me, ho

[Verse 2: T-Pain]
Who that?
Throw that ho like two stacks
Hit it in the booty ’til them booty cheeks turn blue black
Order at the crib, bring the crew back
Let me see you do that, do that, huh, huh, woo!
Shout out to my niggas on that Houston shit
It ain’t nothin’ better than a Houston bitch
If she ain’t let me fuck, I say, “Fuck that bitch”
But if she wanna fuck I’ma fuck that bitch
You see me bro?

[Hook: T-Pain]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

[Refrain: T-Pain]
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Once they pour it on me you can’t get it off
Ayy, Lil Boat
I’ma get some sauce, I’ma get some sauce
Ayy, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat
Get off me, ho

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All my niggas ridin’ dirty on that old Chamillion’ (skrrt skrrt)
I’ma be the first teenager to reach a trillion
Ooh bitch I’m rich as fuck, I don’t need your love
I got powers in my beads like Mike with his glove
You can’t pull up on me, I keep MAC around me (no you can’t)
Macky, Max and Ronald spray it, get to soundin’ (yes it do)
Please don’t try your luck, please do not get buck (please do not)
Tell the blocks to listen close, I don’t give a fuck
Lil Boat!

[Hook: T-Pain + Lil Yachty]
They gon’ talk about me, they gon’ talk about me (yeah)
They can’t walk around me, they can’t walk around me (no they can’t)
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck (bitch I’m rich as fuck)
Them hoes can sick a duck, you can sick a duck (they can suck a dick)
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian (gang, gang)
I get 10 Brazilians like I’m Dan Bilzerian (bitch it’s T-Pain)
Bitch I’m rich as fuck, bitch I’m rich as fuck (T-Pain and Lil Boat)
Them hoes can sick a duck, bitches sick a duck

MadMan – Solo Con Me

[Intro]
Tanta Roba
Nel cazzo di posto
MadMan, Nebbia nel cazzo di posto
Dalla Sicilia
Giovani terroni
Senti che cazzo è

[Verse 1]
Giro a cartoccio ‘sta mista e la brucio, frà, come le tappe
Ogni mio socio ha già perso la bussola, vuole le mappe
Sveglio di notte, sto in fissa, poi dormo col Sole che batte
Giro con gente che sembra già vista
Sì, sopra il cartone del latte
Estraneo da tutte le parti, senza nazione, cosacco
Metto il colbacco, parto
Fuori di casa a vent’anni tipo col bastone e col sacco
Niente può più spaventarmi, legge di Darwin
Sul beat ti picchio con guanto
Mi aspetto il quinto conguaglio, tutte di piccolo taglio
A Roma da fuori sede, ora pro nobis
Se non svoltavo in qualcuno dei modi
Facevo ancora la spesa nel Todis
Seduto a piangere sopra i cartoni
La casa mi manca pure se era un loculo
Salgo a Milano coi soldi e il microfono
I sogni nel cofano, frà, come un cazzo di profugo
[Bridge]
Dicono che ha avuto culo
Che culo che ha avuto successo
Quando non c’era nessuno ero in para seduto sul cesso
Sempre da solo, depresso
Rinchiuso a vivere nel buio pesto
Per settimane da solo con me
Per sempre da solo con me

[Hook] [x2]
Sono solo con me
È da un po’ che ci penso
Sono stanco di Mad, sono stanco del rap
Fumo un tot, e ci penso
Sono solo con me, stringo le mani allo sterzo
So che domani è lo stesso
Fumo due grammi e poi svengo

[Verse 2]
Fumo e l’ansia colma il cuore
Chiuso in stanza col magone
Solo in para sul vagone
So che non c’è fama senza scalpore
Non c’è grana senza clamore
Non c’è infamia senza l’amore
Non c’è Xanax senza mattone
Io stavo in para male, dopo ho detto basta
Flow paranormale, frà tu un ectoplasma
Spacco sempre il tempo, passa, metto massa
Con ‘sti rapper faccio cassa, me li metto in tasca
Mo’ se mi chiedi se sto fatto dico: “Niente affatto”
Con una canna che non tira che non c’è tabacco
Da solo, giovane e terrone con lo scettro magico
Ho fatto soldi che sembravano un concetto astratto
Fumo da solo ‘sti fiori, sono come chiodi di garofano
Oscillo tra giorni in cui sto sempre fuori, frà, come balconi
E il sarcofago
Seduto a piangere sopra i cartoni
La casa mi manca pure se era un loculo
Torno a Milano coi soldi e microfono
I sogni nel cofano, frà, come un cazzo di profugo

[Bridge]
Dicono che ha avuto culo
Che culo che ha avuto successo
Quando non c’era nessuno ero in para seduto sul cesso
Sempre da solo, depresso
Rinchiuso a vivere nel buio pesto
Per settimane da solo con me
Per sempre da solo con me

[Hook] [x2]
Sono solo con me
È da un po’ che ci penso
Sono stanco di Mad, sono stanco del rap
Fumo un tot e ci penso
Sono solo con me, stringo le mani allo sterzo
So che domani è lo stesso
Fumo due grammi e poi svengo

Jim Jones – Eastside

[Intro: Dave East]
Capo I got these niggas
Harlem you know how that go
Eastside

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Revenge is only natural, time to get even
We pick and roll, when the cold time to switch seasons
Trip to Belize, 100 keys’ll leave your kids bleeding
Balmain sweatsuit, tryna hide it, the grip peaking
Came from a hole in the wall, crack in the concrete
I want Giuseppes, not no Lebron sneaks, my palm trees
Cash in my future days, thinking about my past life
Model bitch’ll blow me like a bagpipe
19 they said I was a criminal, I just didn’t get caught yet
Think I got a warrant out cause I ain’t been to court yet
30 bricks’ll have you paranoid just like raw sex
Used to do Gortex, come to Harlem, we all fresh
Capo told me these niggas is in denial
Forgot what river we left his body, think it’s the Nile
Tom Ford flight jacket, prices ain’t coming down
Cook and smoke on them trips, turnpike with a couple pounds
[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
It’s a queen B in the Supreme J’s
Cross (?) where the fiends play
Uptown, Rucker park, I seen Kareem play
I’m talking Big’s verse one is where I seen Jay
The Lord knows he put me where Rich Porter at
I sold drugs from as far as where Florida at
And when the coke was bad I still brought it back
I had the fiends losing weight just like a (?)
L’s copped the white Spur that I just bought in black
I took the rental down south, I never brought it back
I’m calling plays in the field like a quarterback
The feds setting up a blitz but I sold the trap
In Harlem in foreigns I still ride blunted
The (?) was that I lost, that was 500
I stayed fresh, I keep the hammer between
The belt with the jacket, Alexander McQueen
I’m hopping out the back but they handle is mean
I used to dribble but I still gotta handle this mean
Shit, give me a stove, show me a pot, let me work
Bitch I’m not a preacher but Lord knows this is church

[Hook: Jim Jones + Dave East]
Chill, chill, chill, you making it hot
My whole block got indicted, they just raided the spot
I just woke up in the kitchen, I was scraping the pot
I got it from my plug and took it straight to the block
Chill, I heard they confiscated the trap
They said the feds was on his ass when he was making a trap
They gave the nigga 10, I hope he make it up top
They said the nigga turned Muslim, now he making salat, chill

[Outro]
Step 5. We admit it to our higher power, to ourselves, and to another human being, the exact nature of our wrongs

Crack, crack, everywhere you go, crack, you don’t hear no dope hardly. You don’t hear no coke anymore hardly the only thing you hear, crack-crack

Jim Jones – Kitchen

[Jim Jones]
Vamp life
(I got that money)
You know what they say
Trap jumping
When it get to hot in the kitchen, uh
What you cooking? Chicken or fish?
(I don’t wanna hear you niggas talking about no more work)
How many pots on the stove?

[Hook: Cashout]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I got four pots going and a crock pot too
Cooked four quarters and I got back two
Want fishscale? And I got that too
But I’m dry right now
Nigga stop back through
Talking ’bout cooking the whiter shade
Nigga’s be using the microwave
They booked ’em and took ’em in right away
He might never see the light of day
The walls in my kitchen all yellow
So I put the coke in the fridge like it’s Jello
You know you got to guard the kitchen
So I keep shooters in New York like Carmello
I be cooking that shit like it’s Ruth Chris
Cooking that shit to a new whip
Look at that shit while I’m hitting that shit
Now I’m whipping that shit like its Cool Whip
Traffic, compression then stretch it
To buy it we don’t need to test it
If it ain’t about money don’t stress it
Put the Tec to a nigga like a message
Still cooking coke like five stars
Young dope boy with five cars
All cash nigga how be buy ours
Yeah we live fast and we die hard

[Hook]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 2: Hell Rell]
Ruger!
Man I got the money and I got the pack
You know a Ruger to this little light-skinned bitch
He ain’t never gotta buy
(Hey baby)
All I gotta do is look at my shooter and he ‘gon pop the strap
Uptown with the mother-fuckin’ killers is where you’ll find me at
Might cook a whole brick with my gun on me
Shoot my old man if he run on me
Bury me in all gold
At least put a mother-fucking ton on me
Man these nigga’s ain’t living right
Don’t be suprised if you got a [?] homie
I brought some real money out tonight
In case niggas front on me
In my kitchen
I’m in love in my kitchen
When my hand start to itchin’ then them bricks get to flippin’
Bought a house with ten bathrooms, because I stay shittin’
Nigga’s look funny then my shooters start hittin’
(Hittin’)

[Hook]
I got the money and I got the pack
(Got that pack)
I drop a deuce in then I bring it back
(Bring it right back)
Drop a four in it then drop [?]
They love when I be cooking up the blow
In the kitchen, I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
I’m in love with my kitchen
Yeah
I got the money and I got the sack
(Got that sack)
I drop a deuce in it then I bring it back
In the kitchen

[Verse 3: Philthy Rich]
Uh-huh
It’s Philthy nigga
I do!
Look

I say now forty birds in my caravan
This forty on me got a kick-stand
I’m in love with the kitchen nigga
Tell the hoe do the dishes nigga
(Ay, clean up bitch!)
Two stoves and eight pots
Two niggas cooking eight blocks
The [?] from foot heels to [?] that’s eight blocks
In the kitchen like culinary
These nigga’s actors like Tyler Perry
Ain’t never move no kilos
Couldn’t find you one like Nemo
My whole hood been locked up for trafficking, doing life nigga
On 580 doing eighty nigga with an eighty pack of that white shit
Thirty-six and the whole whammy
In a cereal box stuffed in the cabinet
Right behind all the baking soda
If you cook it right you might take it over
Fish-scale, my lips sealed, I’ll never tell what I don’ seen
Bag it up, put a thousand grams on the triple-beam
(It’s Philthy)

Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb

Alright alright
You know I’m always lighting up some shit
Breaking down some sticky
Bad bitchies fuck with me man
Mr. Green thumb
Yuhhh

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

I’m Mr. Green thumb
And you ain’t high you need some weed son
Man I be balling don’t need no team son
Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
Money I need some
Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
Yo face ain’t clean son

Bitch Im from the slums
Choppas with the drums
Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
I got what you need if you need some
I pull up on the scene just to get me some
My niggas short bus they go super dumb
Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
I be Smoking strong
Mr. Green thumb

Big Sean – No More Interviews

I guess I’m on my… on my Don shit
Somebody gotta do it

Look, no more interviews
I’m not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I’m from the ground up like a ground-ball play
I’m coming from the underground like it’s Groundhog’s Day
I’m talking so underground that when I talk about J, nigga
I might mean J Dilla, R.I.P. real niggas
Lately I only do the shit that inspire me
Lately niggas treat the Shade Room like a diary
Oh yeah, is that what you heard?
Believing everything that you hear without confirming it first
And you know the funny thing about it is my ex wanna write a tell all
Fucked up thing about it is she ain’t even tell all
Like how I introduced her to meditation, positive thinking
And the books she probably read in daily rotation
I learned when people lie on you not to return the favor so
I won’t get you embarrassed
I won’t tell them all the other parts about you that’s plastic
This my last time putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I’d rather put that energy into what’s worth having
Like how I got a platinum album with no solo tour
Niggas say it’s over for me I go overboard
Back against the wall like my poster but I’m the poster boy
Not from the city if you let THEY tell it
Greatest rapper of all time if you let YE tell it
You ask me, I don’t got the resume
But, shit, I can go bar for bar for niggas who talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin’ off, they walkin’ off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead and you know it
My career been moving perpetual motion
I’m not impressed with the whoopty woop, I don’t know who is who
And can’t pretend like I’m hip to it, no hula hoop
And I can’t lie like I like this shit like I usually do
And I’m just not impressed by you niggas rapping fast
Who sound like one big asthma attack but trash when I’m rapping it back
Who you put in your top five and claim they the savior of rap

So many friends turn to enemies, they frenemies
I don’t know why I act like I’m surprised or it’s offending me
I’m saying, though, I should have learned from Hov and Dame
From Stunna and Wayne, Cudi and YE
What happened to our family ways, though?
When I put you on that song with Nas, you had told me that you was forever grateful
And that we brothers, so it hurt to hit the internet to find out that me and you don’t fuck with each other
Over a miscommunication that probably could be fixed with a 5 minute conversation, I’m still praying

For ya, though, I guess I charged it to the game
How much it cost? Around twenty88
Going off like Kobe when he wore the crazy eights
All y’all niggas looking like my kiddos wearing Bape
Shot my first video in the Harajuku store
With Nigo in the background, that’s a picture that you can’t take
Yeah with Hype Williams directing each take
And GOD directing each step that we take

I’m a king, a legend, man, you niggas ain’t worthy
10 years in and a nigga still under 30
I’m feeling like an old man that failed at life
Got reincarnated to do it all again right (that’s how I feel)
So I’m treating every second like it’s an investment
Time is money, every second I’m collecting

Don’t ask me no stupid questions
“Are you still signed to YE?” questions, no Roc nation questions
Or who I’m dating questions, look, no more interviews
Unless you wanna talk about the music or something that has a different view
And not the shit that’s getting the hits and views
Words misconstrued with no credit, but you niggas approved

My mistakes are my biggest professors and learning life lessons
I realize it ain’t what you have, it’s what you feel, that’s what true success is
I am the one of one, after me there’s no successor

DON

BIG SEAN – Bounce Back

[Intro: Future]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’ma shoot you

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Don’t owe nobody, owe nobody
Always on the fuckin’ job, I got no hobbies
Got the city fuckin’ with me cause I’m homegrown
Vibin’ out more than my phone though
Leave me ‘lone, me on my own though
Look, I cut that bitch off like an edit
My daddy a G, it’s genetics (Straight up)
I heard ya new shit, it’s pathetic
Ya contract should be s-shredded
Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
Clique star studded like the Paramount mountain
Everything I do is righteous
Betting on me is the right risk
Even in a fucking crisis
I’m never on some switching sides shit
I switch gears to the night shift
Blacking out cause I’m enlightened
God talk to me in silence
But I hear him every time mane
(Thank you God, God bless you, thank you so much)

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Look, I woke up in beast mode
With my girl, that’s beauty and the beast though
Been top 5, these niggas sleep though
Only thing that sold out is the seats though (Never sold my soul, never will never have)
Nigga how dare you stand before me and not respect my authority
If you fuck with my glory I’ma drop the L and get gory
I done did everything expect worry
Hella drama, my life story
Faith of a mustard seed, I kept growing
I knew that this life was meant for me
Niggas change up more than wishin’ wells
Karma come around I’ll wish ’em well
Livin’ like I’m on a limitless pill
I kill the scene like I’m Denzel
Crazy like my jacket strapped up
Nigga I don’t act but I’ll act up
Brown paper bag like the lunch packed up
Back, back, back, back up
Nigga I’ma need like 10 feet
Or get stomped out with ten feet
I’ma always lose my temper
You cannot “count to ten” me
If I lose 1, I bounce back like 2, 3 did with 4, 5
Seen court rooms and court sides, ain’t too many seen both sides
Nigga fuck what you know
Nigga I’m takin’ back control
The under dog just turned into the wolf and the hunger steady grows
Yeah, I call shots while you call off
Never takin’ summer or fall off
When you stay that committed to it, you just fall down and never fall off

[Hook: Big Sean]
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real when I hit, it bounce back
(You ain’t getting checks)
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Boy, I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

[Outro: Kanye West & Big Sean]
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce back, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bitch, bounce (Yeah)
Is you a real one?
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Is you a real one?
Real one
Real one
Don

TOVE LO – What I Want For The Night

[Verse 1]
Appreciate it
Touch me like you know what you do and what you don’t but I’m feeling jaded
Know your own love
I don’t fuck with no gloves so
Why complicate it?
Let me be your guide when you eat my pussy out ’cause
I’ve had one or two
Even a few
Yeah, more than you

[Pre-Chorus]
All these girls stare at me, drop lip
Dripping in harmony like fifth
Lay ’em down, feel ’em up
And they slide away, so easy
[Chorus]
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”
Why
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”
Why

[Verse 2]
They can’t fake it
Drying off the seat when they getting up to leave so (wet)
They get noticed
I’m better if they blunt
I don’t really wanna hunt so
Why complicate it?
I call it respect when you giving what you get so
Baby, spread your legs
I’ll do the same
Already cumming

[Pre-Chorus]
All these girls stare at me, drop lip
Dripping in harmony like fifth
Lay ’em down, feel ’em up
And they slide away, so easy

[Chorus]
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”
Why
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”
Why
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but they give me what I want for the night
Bitches, I don’t trust ’em, but I tell ’em, “Only do what I like”

The Killers – Moonage Daydream

I’m an alligator, I’m a mama-papa coming for you
I’m the space invader, I’ll be a rock ‘n’ rollin’ bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut
You’re squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I’m busting up my brains for the words

Keep your ‘lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Don’t fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

Keep your ‘lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Freak out, far out, in out

DAT ADAM – Party In The Clouds

Wouh!

[Part 1: A]
Catch us up here in the clouds, where it’s sunny
Left our troubles on the ground to get rowdy
All der Stress im Head ist weg und nicht mehr wichtig
Ab jetzt viben wir als wär’n wir in den 60s
Und es geht Twist and Dab, Twist and Dab
No more worries ‘bout this and that
Nope, nope – we keep on gettin’ lifted and
Nothing here will ever bring us down again
Took so long to get up here, es geht nur rauf, rauf, denn
Ich will nie wieder back, ich bleib’ hier mit dem Squad
Ein Leben in dem Land der bad Feelings, for what?
[Hook: NOK from the Future]
Don’t tell me how to live my life now
What I really can’t do now, where I really can’t go now
Leaving all of my problems back at home with the money
Today is all about Gönnung – in the end I know I’mma be alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
And I know I’mma be alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
And I know I’mma be alright

[Bridge: T]
Party in the clouds, party in the clouds
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Part 2: T]
Party in the clouds – everybody is allowed
Die Linie am Horizont is jumpin’ up and down
Und das passend zu dem Sound, yeah
Es ist alles wie im Traum, yeah
Komm und bounce, bounce, bounce, do it now, now, now
You’ll wish it would last for ever, there’s no doubt, doubt, doubt
Do it now, now, yeah
Komm und treib, treib durch die Vibes, Vibes
Denn niemand kann uns sagen, wie es weitergeht, yeah
We worry about nothing and just fly away

[Hook: NOK from the Future]
Don’t tell me how to live my life now
What I really can’t do now, where I really can’t go now
Leaving all of my problems back at home with the money
Today is all about Gönnung – in the end I know I’mma be alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
And I know I’mma be alright
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
And I know I’mma be alright

DAT ADAM – NEXTLEVELSHIT

[Hook 1: A]
Huh – Level Up, Level Up, Level Up
Die Menschheit stept up – hat lange gedauert, doch wir leveln up
Der Body ist im Jetzt und der Head in der Zukunft
Lieber machen als jemand zu sein, der nur zuguckt
Das ist die next Gen, next Era, next Level
Wir steppen es Level für Level up, das ist Nextlevelshit!

[Part 1: T]
Langsam wurd’ es Zeit, langsam wurd’ es Zeit, dass …
Langsam wurd’ es Zeit, dass die Statuswerte steigen
Willkommen in der nächsten Ära
Hier ist jeder entschlossener als Eren Jäger
Und keiner kommt jemals von seinem Weg ab
Wir beenden die Beta und graden das System up
Und niemals wieder schrauben wir das Tempo runter
Wir sind keine Pokémon, wir stoppen nicht bei Level hundert
Aber wir gönnen uns Sonderbonbons
Wenn man miteinander kämpft, ist man doppelt so strong
Die next Generation kommt, ja sie kommt
Und schlägt ein wie eine Bomb – ba-ba-ba-ba-bam!
Kannst du nicht fühlen, dass sich alles bewegt?
Es passiert, Homie .. kannst du’s nicht sehen?
Alleine durch das Worldwideweb
Wird alles fuckin’ fast … Homie, hast du es gecheckt?
Es dauert nur ’ne Sekunde und die Wahrheit ist im Netz
Und sie macht schneller die Runde als der Babak, den ich pass’, yes
Jeder hat eine Stimme, jeder hat eine Voice
Jeder kann reden, aber reden ist eine Choice
Langsam wurd es Zeit für die Future
Dafür brauchst du nur dein’ Head und keine Timemachine, Bruder
[Hook 2: T]
Level, Level, Level, Level, Level, Level Up!
Die Menschheit stept up – hat lange gedauert, doch wir leveln up
Der Body ist im Jetzt und der Head in der Zukunft
Lieber machen als jemand zu sein, der nur zuguckt
Das ist die next Gen, next Era, next Level
Wir steppen es Level für Level up, das ist Nextlevelshit!

[Part 2: A]
Nextlevelshit, Nextlevel, Nextlevelshit
Wir getten die EXP, immer mehr und es ist kein Ende in Sicht
Jeden Tag smarter als der letzte, rücken wir die Spezies in besseres Licht
Nextlevel, Nextlevelshit – Nextlevel, Nextlevelshit, yeah
Age of Enlightment, yeah – Era der Weitsicht, wir
Wissen, dass es immer nicer geht
Und powern durch, bis wir es auch dem Letzten beweisen
Das Next Level Mindset spreadet sich und zieht schon heute heftige Kreise
Für Revolution gibt es kein perfekteres Timing
Keiner hält uns auf, bruh – die Next-Gen befreit sich

Bley

The Killers – Hotel California

On a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas,
rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell

Then she lit up a candle
and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
Any time of year
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted,
she got the Mercedes Benz
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
that she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard,
sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember,
some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
Please bring me my wine
He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise
What a nice surprise
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
‘Relax,’ said the night man
We are programmed to receive
You can checkout any time you like
But you can never leave

Zak Abel – Unstable

[Verse 1]
You’re up, I’m just getting in
So rough, God knows where I’ve been
Your eyes are staring at my sins
There’s no time to speak our minds

[Pre-Chorus]
All of our frustrations on hold
‘Cause you don’t know the life that I know
Standing straight but I’m off the wall
You need love but I’m in my zone
[Chorus]
I know, I know, I know, I know you deserve better
Someone that give you all the things that I could never
I’d love to be the one that stays with you forever
I don’t wanna let you go
I just think that you should know
I’m unstable
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I’m unstable

[Verse 2]
I’m up and you’re just getting in
So tough, two wrongs never win
Your hands are pressed against my skin
There’s no time to speak our minds

[Pre-Chorus]
All of our frustrations on hold
‘Cause you don’t know the life that I know
Standing straight but I’m off the wall
You need love but I’m in my zone

[Chorus]
I know, I know, I know, I know you deserve better
Someone that give you all the things that I could never
I’d love to be the one that stays with you forever
I don’t wanna let you go
I just think that you should know
I’m unstable
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I’m unstable
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Bridge]
Even when we’re both got nothing on
Life’s so fine, still wait to come between us
Never tell me that you’re close to done
I hate to be your one and only witness

[Chorus]
‘Cause I know, I know, I know, I know you deserve better
Someone that give you all the things that I could never
I’d love to be the one that stays with you forever
I don’t wanna let you go
I just think that you should know
I know, I know, I know, I know you deserve better
Someone that give you all the things that I could never
I’d love to be the one that stays with you forever
I don’t wanna let you go
I just think that you should know
I’m unstable
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I’m unstable
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I’m unstable

Zak Abel – Deserve To Be Loved

[Verse 1]
I spent most of my time complaining
Don’t I feel I have enough?
For what exactly am I waiting?
Don’t I deserve to be loved?

People say I should be harder
Cause they’re no good at being soft
But I’ve grown up without a father
Oh, don’t I deserve to be loved?
[Chorus]
By someone who is brave enough to give
Someone I can share my journey with
Someone who knows me
Someone who knows me, yeah

Someone who wants us both to grow
Someone who’d be strong enough alone
Someone who knows me
Not someone who owns me

[Verse 2]
You look at me though I’m a sinner
Kind of blends in with the dust
How did that come to be a winner?
Oh, yeah I think I deserve to be loved

[Chorus]
By someone who is brave enough to give
Someone I can share my journey with
Someone who knows me
Someone who knows me, yeah

Someone who wants us both to grow
Someone who’d be strong enough alone
Someone who knows me
Not someone who owns me

[Bridge]
Baby we deserve it
I’ll make it sure you heard it
Baby we deserve to be loved

Woohoo, baby we deserve it
I’ll make it sure you heard it
Baby we deserve to be loved

[Chorus]
By someone who is brave enough to give
Someone I can share my journey with
Someone who knows me
Someone who knows me, yeah

Someone who wants us both to grow
Someone who’d be strong enough alone
Someone who knows me
Not someone who owns me

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Tender – Design

[Verse]
This is my design
Stay in the lines
This is my design
We’re intertwined
This is my design
Satisfied, so divine
Divine interventions

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop me, going around in circles
Going in, baby, no need to be careful
All my days [?] into one
Whisper in my ear, “don’t come undone now”
[Chorus]
All the time
And everywhere I go
I just can’t get enough of you
Driving me crazy
My heart rates won’t save me
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
Stop me, going around in circles
Going in, baby, no need to be careful
All my days [?] into one
Whisper in my ear, “don’t come undone now”

[Chorus]
All the time
And everywhere I go
I just can’t get enough of you
Driving me crazy
My heart rates won’t save me
[?]

All the time
And everywhere I go
I just can’t get enough of you
Driving me crazy
My heart rates won’t save me
[?]

All the time
And everywhere I go
I just can’t get enough of you
Driving me crazy
My heart rates won’t save me
[?]

Gucci Mane – I Told You

[Intro]
Wop, Wop, Woptober, Wop
Finally, this is the finale
It’s Gucci
Yeah, yeah, GOAT

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These slides are Buscemi, my drawers and wifebeaters Givenchy
A nigga be handsome, these white women say that they want me
They say that I’m country but I’m number one in the country
It’s no need to tell me, I know you lil niggas is hungry
Mike Will and Zay beat, I’ma ride that bitch just like a 10 speed
My chick is a dime piece
I bought her some shoes that cost 10 G’s
These bitches is grimy, befriending my bitch to get round me
A nigga so shiny, they just wanna gawk at my timepiece
From the top and I’m not stopping till the money stop
I used to cook with several pots
But now my hands in several pots
You try to plot on ‘Wop, my goons gon’ play connect the dots
My knot so big it slap you cross your forehead and it left a knot
[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Now tell me the problem now
I cut that head like a barber now
They told me them boys are now
I’ma pull up on your war right now
The cops know we mobbing now
I’ma go end what you started now
We used to be dead broke
Now we gon’ do it real larger now
You know I’ma vet it
Gone but they sipping synthetic, ay
They told and you let ’em
These fuck niggas fake as their bezels, ay
My gold from Brazil
I got my shit out of treasure, ay
You gotta wrap the weed 10 times to smell it, ay
Cinderella smoking kush and cigarellos, hey
Get them birdies, let them fly without propellors, hey
Get the P, run up the door up, lift up and accelerate
Drive the Wraithy, when it rain for the umbrellas, ay

[Hook: Young Thug]
I told you, I told you
I told you, I told you
These boys didn’t believe in me
I showed you, I showed you
My bitch my lil whoadie
My bitch from Magnolia
Surrounded by bad bitches
We up without Forgi’s
We live bout that cash talk baby
We live bout that cash talk baby
I’m riding in Nascar baby
I’m down with that asphalt
They know not to play with us, ay
We strapped like the black hawks
I got that boy leaking out blood
I got that boy getting chunked, yeah

[Outro: Gucci Mane]
Burr, aha, it’s Gucci

Cyrus – The Message

[Verse 1: Cyrus]
Never pressed for no religion but had a gun pressed to my temple
Life is just a journey but feel more like an adventure
If I learned a thing it’s that I’m still getting better
Prime is around the corner in a circle on the treadmill
Used to want a Grammy but the views are still impressive
If the truth is then and go don’t want that validation
Trophies on our wall remind us we can’t take vacations
Blinded by the lights that flicker our imaginations
I just want a painted picture you can mount to show your babies
Don’t listen to the words, grasper he was facing
The tone inside his voice when he was losing all his patience
If life is doctored up I want to be more than a patient
Cause that girl can be a bitch, jaded green, not Caucasian
Got love for every color, and these colors, they blendin’
Pocket full of time, think it’s time that we spend it
Think you got a vibe that keep my phone so dependent
I hate the fact that we can text but you don’t get the message, yeah

[Verse 2: Cyrus]
Used to be jealous all my friends were jealous of me
Just had a knack for finding net inside the bucket
I don’t follow not a person, I only follow through
But if we find each other when it’s dark, I’d hope to follow you
So unapologetic, make the most of what I’m given
These walls weren’t built to fall and I’m not here to stand for nothing
When papa had to go, I thought that’s fine, I’m coming too
I mean with what you’ve done for me, it’s only right I’m there for you
Guess life just doesn’t pan out, hands on but no handouts
Man up be the man now
Make a plan make, let them play it out
Like a forest needs every single tree there’s a person there losing oxygen
Probably right here, right inside the room where the elephant where hope exists
Had some people that wanted to phase me out
Remember elephants don’t forget
Plenty reasons I should end the call but kinda fascinated, what they say next?
And I ain’t wasting time with no loose ends
Humor God if he made them
Be I shoot the shit when that shit miss
I’m LeBron James, and it’s game six, so
[Verse 3: Cyrus]
And I’ve been lost for a second
I’m the subject of lesson
My momma raised me to talk
But I don’t talk over my momma
And I hate drugs bae, but like them more than depression
Life been fucking me and only letting me cum if you’re second, yeah
Fuck your first impression
Ego need a sandwich
That shit hungry for attention
You can have my Twitter I don’t care to look impressive
Plus the cost to be myself is looking pretty damn expensive, yeah
I can’t express how much I don’t care
You should worry more about the shit that people don’t share
See it in your eyes, your shoulder got the co-stare
Are you really surprised a young white rapper got his moment
See you should reconsider, only throw these no-hitters
Swinging for these fences on a field that won’t forget us
Guess that I’m my worst critic measure distance and commodity
It’s looking like forevers in the God that’s right inside of me, so

[Outro: Cyrus’ Grandmother, On Phone]
Hello Cyrus, this is your grandma Jakewood. Just wondering how you were doing.? I called your mom and she didn’t call back yet so I just thought I would try you. I hope I got the right number. *buzz*

Avenged Sevenfold – God Damn

Oh!

Hey! Can’t you see we’re tripping on the wire
Walking through the candy land of our desires
Press the magic button and behold the world you crave
Where’s the fun in freedom when it renders you a slave?
Pledge allegiance, no flag
God nation, goddamned
The devil dances with the scorned
And how the fire keeps us warm

Hey! It goes beyond big brother in the sky
Beyond the threat of martial law no Horus eye
No one came to cuff you they just handed you the chains
Blind follows the blind and now the one-eyed man is king

Pledge allegiance, no flag
God nation, goddamned
The devil dances with the scorned
And how the fire keeps us warm

Tunnel vision, no man
Damnation, god damn
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Can’t heal the wound before we bleed

No form of payment, no pot of gold will satisfy the debt of what he’s owed
Spilling from the houses in a trance the children lined up on the road
Cursing at the piper as he lured your kids away
And led them to the river for what was their final day
No need for convincing on his pipe he played a song to fool them all
Fooled them all

Pledge allegiance, no flag
God nation, goddamned
The devil dances with the scorn
And now the fire keeps us (keeps us)

Tunnel vision, no man
Damnation, god damn
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Can’t heal the wound before we bleed

2 Chainz – Lil Baby

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Drop a hundred of them thangs put a little on my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Get out my car lonely
Take care the bar cover
Shawty got an ass so fat she got a scarf over it
I got them rocks on me
Used to have blocks on me
Now I’m living for Peta cause I got a fox on me, ah
Now that I told you niggas, I showed you niggas
She come through this bitch with Chanel on her pumps
Apples in back of the trunk
You know I flex if I want
We gon’ bust stops on the highway
I got my hands on her thighs
I play with her pussy and listen to Sade
Told her to bring it here shawty
Told her to drop it there shawty
I’m from the belly of the beast
Remember I barely used to eat
Now that my weed is so loud you can hear it down the street
Pull up 10 cars deep, you can’t get rich off sleep
[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Chopper one the things finna let along my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I call her my lil baby
She act like a lil baby
She spoiled like it was the worst
She trip I buy her the suitcases
We make the screw faces
Had sex in a few places
Bedroom, living room, bathroom, kid’s room, and the basement
Straight shot, no chaser
You’ll always be my lil baby
Wanna know how your day been
Can’t wait to go bare skin
Stretch you out by the bath rug
Give you hugs by the fireplace
Going down like the fire escape
Estate with the iron gates
All the diamonds got a ping on ’em
Living life like a king don’t I
Walk around with your dream on
Never front on your team homie
They say sex a weapon
Shit mine got a beam on it
My spinach got cream on it
Ty Dolla go on and sing on it

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh, oh, oh
Chopper one the things finna let along my baby
Lil baby, lil baby
Oh-oh
I just bought a pair of Rollies, got one for my baby
Lil baby, oh-ohh, lil baby