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Quincy – Late Night Flex

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

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

PnB Rock – Heart Racing

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

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

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

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

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

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

ASAP Mob – Feels So Good

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jonas Platin – Das Beste (Drogen Album)

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

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

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

Jonas Platin – Jp (Drogen Album)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jonas Platin – Alleingang (Drogen Album)

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

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

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

Guns N’ Roses – You Could Be Mine

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

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

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

Dylan Scott – Hooked (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

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

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

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

Dylan Scott – Sleeping Beauty (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
You pulled the covers off the bed
Pillow stuck between your legs
Oh, what a beautiful mess
My t-shirts never looked so good
I’m laying here like I could stay here forever next to
[Chorus]
Sleeping Beauty
You got no idea what you do to me
I hope your dreams come true
Last night was perfect
We stayed up too late, but it was worth it
To wake up seeing you
Sleeping Beauty
[Verse 1]
The sun hurts coming through the blinds
I guess I poured us too much wine
Put the blame on me
No I ain’t gonna wake you up
You don’t need it, but go on
Get your beauty sleep
[Chorus]
Sleeping Beauty
You got no idea what you do to me
I hope your dreams come true
Last night was perfect
We stayed up too late, but it was worth it
To wake up seeing you
Sleeping Beauty

[Chorus]
Sleeping Beauty
You got no idea what you do to me
I hope your dreams come true
Last night was perfect
We stayed up too late, but it was worth it
To wake up seeing you
Oh, Sleeping Beauty

Dylan Scott – Do You Think About Me (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

"Strawberry Wine, " we were seventeen
And that was our song all summer long
And to this day, every time it comes on
I think about you
Do you think about me? "Strawberry Wine, " we were seventeen
And that was our song all summer long
And to this day, every time it comes on
I think about you
Do you think about me? Cause I still think about you
Do you think about me? I still go back in my mind sometimes
It puts me back under that July sky
Riding around with you, girl, my, my, my
I wonder why, why, why
We said goodbye
Some things are meant to go together
That’s me and you
But some things aren’t meant to last forever
That’s me and you too
I still think about you
Do you think about me? You roll into town around 9:15
Hang out with all of our friends
On the hood of our cars
In a Walmart parking lot
Everybody in the town knew
That was our spot
But what they didn’t know
Is where we would go
And kill the headlights
On a back road
And turn the radio to something real slow
I still think about you
Do you think about me? I still think about you
Do you think about
Picking you up
Taking you out
Holding your hand
And driving around
We’d park that truck
I’d taste those lips
Get caught up
In that midnight bliss
I think about you and the way you’d look
And the way you’d laugh
And the way you’d sit there in my lap
We’d talk about forever at seventeen
People change, leave their town
Life goes on, the world goes ’round
But I still think it’s meant to be
I still think about you
Do you think about me? "Strawberry Wine, " we were seventeen
And that was our song all summer long
And to this day, every time it comes on
I think about you
Do you think about me?

Dylan Scott – Rules (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

Reckless is the feeling that you’re giving me
Like a hideout heartbeat I’m on the edge
Your kiss got me losing all my sanity
Every red light’s for running
Gas for gunning
Our skin touching
Backseat, church parking lot
Ooh, I’m breaking all the rules with you
I’m breaking all the rules with you
Two weeks in, your tooth on my countertop
I even cleared a space
In my nightstand for you
Your friends say we move too fast
They don’t know what we’ve got
Tell them it feels like magic
When a no trespassing sign is behind you
And you’re running from the blue lights
Ooh, I’m breaking all the rules with you
I’m breaking all the rules with you
I’m gonna hold you girl, so tight
Like I’m not letting go
If loving you ain’t right
I guess we’re criminals
Ooh, I’m breaking all the rules with you
I’m breaking all the rules with you
Keep doing that thing you do
I’m breaking all the rules with you

Dylan Scott – Living Room (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

A milk crate coffee table
A ragged, worn out La-Z-Boy
From the Goodwill store
Not much more
This twenty-two inch TV
Curtains made of bed sheets
And a bucket on the floor
When it rains and pours
Front to back it’s four hundred square feet
That’s what you get when you tell her you need
A little living room
Some space to breathe
I can spend my Friday nights
Doing what I please
It’s mine all night
But honestly
I can’t figure out just what to do
With all this living room
First week felt like freedom
But lately I ain’t sleeping
I just wait by the phone
Trying not to call
Last night the boys came over
We played a little poker
But when they went home
I never felt so alone
I miss you and me on our old couch
What made me think I couldn’t do without
A little living room
Some space to breathe
A Friday night ain’t nothing like
It’s cracked up to be
It’s mine all night
But honestly
I can’t figure out just what to do
With all this living room
It’s mine all night
But what you can’t see
Just feels more like I’m dying without you
In this living room
Alone in this living room

Dylan Scott – I Lost You (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

There’s a line drawn across this bar
Here I am and there you are
Like two strangers in the dark
With all the same frames
I’m gonna act like I don’t care
Like you don’t catch my stare
Cause what’s the point of going back to where
We’ve already been
Baby, I put all I had in it
I held a good hand
But I just couldn’t win it
You wanted my love
Up until you didn’t
And that’s just the truth
It was good
So good till it wasn’t
And it’s gonna hurt like hell till it doesn’t
So I’m gonna drink like I’ve got nothing
Nothing to lose
Cause I lost you
I’m gonna order up another round
Cause I’ve got your memory to drown
Funny how the hard stuff goes down
So easy, too easy
And I know just what you’re thinking
Cause I know you when you’ve been drinking
And girl, that’s the only reason
You’re saying you need me
Baby, I put all I had in it
I held a good hand
But I just couldn’t win it
You wanted my love
Up until you didn’t
And that’s just the truth
It was good
So good till it wasn’t
And it’s gonna hurt like hell till it doesn’t
So I’m gonna drink like I’ve got nothing
Nothing to lose
Cause baby, I lost you
Baby, I put all I had in it
I held a good hand
But I just couldn’t win it
You wanted my love
Up until you didn’t
And that’s just the truth
It was good
So good till it wasn’t
And it’s gonna hurt like hell till it doesn’t
So I’m gonna drink like I’ve got nothing
Nothing to lose
Cause baby, I lost you
Girl, I lost you
Oh, I lost you

Dylan Scott – Freak Show (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

[Verse 1]
Sophisticated in a black dress
Sipping red wine and looking her best
Meet the folks, she’ll pass that test
Any apprehension
Yeah, she’ll put it to rest
[Verse 2]
She’s a pageant queen
Been that way since she was seventeen
Better looking than the girls on the silver screen
Everyday is like a movie scene
She gives her free time to charity
All my friends think she’s too good for me
[Pre-Chorus]
But when we’re home
And we’re alone
Oh, you’d never know
[Chorus]
It’s a freak show
She’s a wild one
A whole lot of crazy when the sun goes down
A whole different woman comes out
It’s a freak show
Like you wouldn’t believe
Even when she hasn’t had a thing to drink
It’s her style, hide something beneath that smile
Our own little secret, nobody knows
You should see her when the doors close
It’s a freak show

[Verse 3]
She talks politics, art history
How she does it, it’s a mystery
Cause when the girl starts talking to me
It’s enough to drive a man crazy
[Verse 4]
She’s Jekyll, she’s Hyde
She’s day, she’s night
There’s no blurring the lines
She’s one or the other
But whenever we’re together
[Chorus]
It’s a freak show
She’s a wild one
A whole lot of crazy when the sun goes down
A whole different woman comes out
It’s a freak show
Like you wouldn’t believe
Even when she hasn’t had a thing to drink
It’s her style, hide something beneath that smile
Our own little secret, nobody knows
You should see her when the doors close
It’s a freak show

[Pre-Chorus]
But when we’re home
And we’re alone
Oh, you’d never know
[Chorus]
It’s a freak show
She’s a wild one
A whole lot of crazy when the sun goes down
A whole different woman comes out
It’s a freak show
Like you wouldn’t believe
Even when she hasn’t had a thing to drink
It’s her style, hide something beneath that smile
Our own little secret, nobody knows
You should see her when the doors close
It’s a freak show

Dylan Scott – Beer Buddies (Dylan Scott Deluxe Edition Album)

You got them friends
That you’ll have to the very end
They tell it like it is
Even if you don’t like it
No matter what kind of bind you’re in
Call them up and they’ll all come running
Ain’t no doubt
You can count on them
They’re your Friday night brothers
From another mother
Buzzing on a week gone by
Drinking about girls
Drinking about life
Drinking cause it tastes so right
They can get you in
Or get you out of trouble
But you ain’t got nothing
If you ain’t got a couple of them
Beer buddies
I laugh about it now
But I was scared as hell that night
When they double dog dared me
I wouldn’t outrun them blue lights
And I remember when granddad died
I had my boys right by side
Saying, "It’s alright, he had a hell of a life"
Gonna raise one for him tonight
With my Friday night brothers
From another mother
Buzzing on a week gone by
Drinking about girls
Drinking about life
Drinking cause it tastes so right
They can get you in
Or get you out of trouble
But you ain’t got nothing
If you ain’t got a couple of them
Beer buddies
Yeah, a couple of them
Beer buddies
If you ain’t got none
Go get you some right now
Cause God only knows what I’d do without
My Friday night brothers
From another mother
Buzzing on a week gone by
Drinking about girls
Drinking about life
Drinking cause it tastes so right
They can get you in
Or get you out of trouble
But you ain’t got nothing
If you ain’t got a couple of them
Beer buddies
Yeah, a couple of them
Beer buddies, beer buddies