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Childish Gambino – AssShots Remix (feat. R O Y A L T Y) lyrics

[Produced by: Big Soj]

[Intro: DJ Drama (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too much to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a track together)
I mean it’s 2014 man, c’mon really
(Well I thought we would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
Watch this
(I’ll go first)
Stone Mountain

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino]
Give a fuck about these haters man
I’m the flyest that there’s ever been
I’m always reppin’ Stone Mountain
You know my show is sold out
You know my smoke is so loud
And still about his business
Stay up out my business
Flow so vicious
When niggas talkin’ shit, shut they mouth, that’s what this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the bitches
They love how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I’m killin’ niggas
Hang with models and a couple strippers
She love my music so I nutted in her
Damn I’m decent, Liam Neeson
I’m takin’ over, you playing sober
Gassed up and you finished last
I’m crying nigga, that’s tear gas
Woooh, now I’m flexing
Was that fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: Steve G Lover]
I bet you I can make that ass hot
C’mon bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy stuntin’ got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop ’em like a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot

[Verse 2: Steve]
I am, the prince, two cups, always
Our team, got money, we stunt hard, so don’t hate
Fall off, no way, we run it, it’s too late
We smoke sour, call that flowers
I just blew, a bouquet
My girl, so sweet, like Crème brûlée
But still, she that hood, like red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, like touché
I just did Rome in one day
I just flew out to Croat-ia
I’m independent man and still doin’ major
Young King so flashy got me lookin’ like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like Phaedra
So let’s play my, I’mma play ya
Get bands, then head to la playa
My niggas is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck with ’em get higher
G-lover spit fire, that flame is saliva
We’re riders that got Nick Cannon’s now
Make ’em drop you like Mariah, wassup?

[Hook: Steve G Lover]
I bet you I can make that ass hot
C’mon bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy stuntin’ got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop ’em like a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot

[Verse 3: Swank]
Start her off with gin and tonic, mine’s a double
Out in Vegas fool, you know I’m bettin’ double
Double your car note, double your mama rent
Ain’t shit but house money, I ain’t spent a cent
Mo’ money mo’ problems, yeah that’s official
I just throw cash at it, that’s my issue, it’s hard
So I feed my boo boo hard that moo moo bags until she…
If she need mo’, then girl I miss you, bye
But ain’t no lookin’ back
Cause I know it’s a salt pile (you salty?)
I’m goin’ Chevy with metallic fuckin’ gun style
No door handle, she high tryna figure how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild
That’s top off, nigga drop offs
Slidin’ dirty with yo’ dame
OG sativa baby, watch ahead for that air plane
Fuck with my money, and I’m at your house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed

[Hook: Steve G Lover]
I bet you I can make that ass hot
C’mon bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy stuntin’ got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop ’em like a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass shot

[Verse 4: Fam]
Big homie have you seen her
She got the Dobrev, all white Nina
Packed like Serena, or maybe Trina
Shit I don’t know, they both got ass
So of course he came to give you all these courses
And you can’t ignore ’em, cause these hoes adore ’em
Words hot, don’t slur ’em
I just speak up, so please ho, keep up
Please ho, keep up
Ok, ok, ok, she ain’t getting money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her back to Sunday
I told her she my Brandy, I’m her one and only Wanya
Till she drove off the driveway in her ’97 Hyundai, bitch

Childish Gambino – Money Baby lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama]
(Dramatic nigga!)
Stone Mountain
Childish
Dram (Gangsta grizzle!)

[Pre-Hook: Childish Gambino]
I like smokin’ loud, I like being me
I might drop them bars, that AT&T
I like makin’ moves, I like being King
If you like that ballin’, I show you what that ballin’ be

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

[Verse 1]
Fly girl, she named Beatle
Clothes off, she don’t need ’em
Animals, she don’t eat ’em
Hungry for it, I feed her, uh, I feed her
You already know that I feed her
I don’t mess with them fuck boys, she said I don’t either
She said I’m gone eat her, attitude so diva
Got a big place like Scarface, treat her ass like Elvira
Skin tone godiva, smokin’ on that cheeba
Girl you got me so hypnotized that thang be givin’ me fever
Let me get it
Take her to Kauai, fucked on the beach
Fucked on the floor, we ain’t gotta speak
Beach, getting high like a motherfuck
Royalty the team so you know what’s up
Kitty so good, let me beat it up, kitty so good I could sleep in it
Hollow tip flow sending shots to my enemies
Niggas who tried to Nick Cannon me
Thoughts were so bad that I pleaded insanity
Bottles, I pop me a case
Live on the radio bought me a place
This is my summer of love
Yea, all these bitches is down
But never put nothin’ above

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

[Verse 2]
Kick it like Kazuya
This game is how we maneuver
There’s plenty fish in the sea and I treat them groupies like grouper
My life inside a computer, back up my soul to the cloud
Funny we show ’em class and they call me the class clown
Money is in my jeans, best believe that it’s passed down
Got the room thumpin, she tell me don’t stop
I mean really don’t stop
I must be doing something
Something really on point, something really on point
Now she look back at it
But she give me that look when I gotta dip out
Stop being Dramatic (DRAMATIC!)
Can’t nobody do it like this
Forgot her name as soon as I hit
Got that buzz, the phone was silent
Run the game, that’s us
Fort Knox, gold bars
Let her get it on both sides, I did it all, with no cosign
And I’m ballin’ like I give a fuck
Now they know wassup
Smokin’ like she wanna fuck
We are not in love, she’s a grown up
And I’m so childish
Still that’s my bitch
We waste our time with all this

[Hook]
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby
Money baby, money baby, money baby

Childish Gambino – Move That Dope / Nextel Chirp / Let Your Hair Blow (feat. Young Scooter) lyrics

[Part 1: Move That Dope]

[Verse 1]
Whippin’ the Lam’, whippin’ and grippin’ the Lam’
Niggas like ‘Bino the man, I was like damn
I was allergic to not makin’ money, the timing was perfect
They used to not pay him no never mind
Niggas these numbers don’t ever lie
Fuck wit’ your boy like a pedophile
Damn I’m fly, I’m so high I might need a spaceship
I’m on acid, this bitch is basic
We them niggas y’all love to hate on
But when you see us y’all never say shit
Conversation, I’m in that, top 5, I’m in rap
Pussy niggas, y’all say shit and don’t do shit
Flew your girl to Saint Lucia
Oh, these niggas are not from Atlanta, these niggas are not from Atlanta
Cause I’m from Atlanta and we would just handle it
Struggle rap, Canibus
Amethyst, my weed purple
Rap game, I’m Steve Urkel, Urquelle
She want some pics, I’m like “oh well, you better Google search”
Money rule my universe
Nigga we made it
We had the beat and then we heard the verse and said “nigga we hate it”
Livin’ my life like I’m Jaden (Smith)
Tesla the color of Satan (whip)
Bitches are mine for the takin’
I understand why you hate us

[Part 2: Nextel Chirp]

[Hook]
Nigga don’t (DRAMATIC!)
Hit me on my Nextel chirp, when you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that nigga got some work
Yeah, my cousin used to serve ’em, now he learning how to walk
If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before
Yeah, you know, uh
Nigga don’t hit me on my Nextel chirp
When you heard that *brrrp* *brrrp*, mean that nigga got some work
Yeah, my cousin used to serve ’em, now he learning how to walk
If you really from Atlanta then you heard this shit before
Yeah, you know, uh

[Verse 2]
Yes I be the man, who you tellin’?
Smokin’ on that loud, what you smellin’?
Cops want a nigga for the sport
Hundred dollars, can’t afford it
Made my momma cry in court
Fuck them niggas
Fulton County, Cobb County, see the twelve be out
See you wit’ your friends and break you up cause you hanging out
Learn to talk about, what you talkin’ ’bout?
Never on the phone, had to do it on my own
Took a minute, now we on, yeah
Scooter got the Street Lottery, that’s a classic
Cause it be showin’ niggas how to be when you passin’
That white girl, that white girl, Niykee Heaton, yeah
I might girl, I might girl, are you eatin’ though?
Patience, congratulations, I’m on my A shit
I met this dude while on vacation, I didn’t say shit
When he was talkin’ all that bullshit about the nation
His daughter, I just gave a facial, my reparations

[Bridge]
Uh, it’s a new black renaissance
Uh, all that wack shit they be on
Uh, what’s the type of shit that they be on
Uh, what’s the type of shit that they be on

[Part 3: Let Your Hair Blow]

[Scratches and Rewinds]

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow (x6)
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin’ for
Hey baby, let’s just go for a ride, okay

[Hook: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin’ for
Let’s ride and let the top down
Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out
We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down
Even in the winter flexin’ with the top down

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Top down, let ’em see a king
East side, East side, I’m just bein’ me
I’m just seein’ Gs, I’m just makin’ culture
I just say the realest shit and hope it don’t insult you
On stage, yellin’ crazy shit
I was high but I meant that shit
Let it out, gotta vent that shit
Play me loud, that’s event music
I don’t swear to God, I just swear to me
I don’t think there’s anything I couldn’t be
All we know is trust, that’s the R O Y A L T Y
Please don’t ask a king what it’s hard to be

[Hook: Young Scooter]
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin’ for
Let’s ride and let the top down
Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out
We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down
Even in the winter flexin’ with the top down

6 Above Zero – The Getaway lyrics

Verse 1:
John and Jim got a plan. Get a van lets go to that southern land. Maybe, there we can make it playing music. New York basements are getting kinda cold.
(So long New York).
We’re never going back. We’re never sure of that. All to make a song, yeah.
Okay, alright. So what, it’s taking long.

Verse 2:
Fort Lauderdale wasn’t home. Tampa bound we found there were gardens there. Uncle Junior got us in. What a trip, I’m hip! Hey guys, don’t ever let the music slip.
(We got away.)
Captive in Brandon town. Again we’re Tampa bound. All to make a song, yeah.
Okay, I’m wise! Why don’t you try this on for size.

Chorus 1:
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.

Bridge:
Doug and Paul painting walls down the hall. Hear the sound up above. Why don’t you bring your sax along?

Verse 3:
Now and then, got the plan. Here’s a band to work out those melodies and those harmonies. “You know that lingering look was all it took to get you on the hook”.
Elmira is… Where we’ve been coming from. Who is there favorite son. All to make a song. Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah.

Solo

Chorus 2:
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.
We’ve got to go, got to get away. Thought we had to getaway.

6 Above Zero – Moon Of Decision lyrics

Verse 1:
The sign is up… The time is winding down.
You paid your dime to ride around the sun, some 80 times or maybe even more.
No giving up.. Oh no, no backing down. You made you mind up… Why did you sign up? No mercy for you, oh no, you’ve got to give us what you got.

Chorus 1:
Hard to see when you’re already in it. Take your shot to the very last minute.
(Just take your time to take a shot till the very last minute).
Why did you wait until the very last minute for the moon of decision?
Hey, yeah.

Verse 2:
The sign is up… Reveal the mystery.
You took some time to take a ride around the sun.(You think it’s time to go, it’s only just begun).
So take the love oh whoa, do not take the sympathy. ’cause one will make you strong, the other makes you weak. (one will make you strong the other makes you weak… One will make you strong the other makes you…)

Chorus 2:
Hard to see cause you’re already in it. Why did you wait until the very last minute.
(Just take your time to take a shot till the very last minute).
Why did you wait until the very last minute for the moon of decision?
Umm.
Umm… It’s your moon of decision.
It’s your moon of decision.

6 Above Zero – Soft Touch lyrics

Verse 1:
You got me on your side… Oh baby.
No need to tantalize like you do, girl.
No need to even try.
You’re little smile’s enough to get me going.

You got me in a spin.
For sure, you’re gonna win.
No need to make me stay.
Don’t want to ever, ever go away.

Chorus 1:
You don’t even have to try.
All I can take is just a little bit… Yeah.

Verse 2:
Be careful what you do to me girl.
You’ve got the way. You’ve got the power.
Don’t you know it’s true when it comes to you.
Don’t they say a little goes a long way.

The way you move… It gets me in a groove.
The way you walk… It makes me unglued.
The way you look at me is just enough.
Come on girl, just use the soft touch.

Chorus 2:
You… You don’t even have to try.
All I can take is just a little bit.

Bridge 1:
One thing that you should know.
(Just a little)
When it comes to you I wanna take slow.
(Can’t take too much, give me the soft touch)

Solo:
Bridge 2:
Hey… Give me a little. Just a little.
You got me going. My love is showing.
You got me. You got me.
You got me on your side. No need to even try… Yeah.

Verse 3:
You got me on your side, oh baby.
No need to electrify me like you do girl.
No need to even try.
You’ve got the way. You’ve got the power, baby.

Left me in a spin.
For sure, you’re gonna win.
No need to make me stay.
Don’t want to ever, ever go away.

Chorus 3:
You don’t even have to try.
All I can take is just a little bit.

Longward – Spotting Owls lyrics

I try to keep a safe distance
While I watch the rise and fall of an empire
Too soon to tell from the faint reflexive pulse
Though we proclaim that this algorithm will work

To supply us with an infinite
Collage of empirical evidence
But it takes a lot of patience to deliver that
While holding human life in high regard

How long have you been a grey
Roaming these streets, laying low undetected?
Is it true you’ve been stealing energy
From the sun to only feed others like you?

To supply them with an infinite
Collage of empirical evidence
But it takes a lot of patience to deliver that
While holding human life in high regard

I’m sure you will fall
Victim of the people
And when we escape
We will never crawl back
To the source and
You will be forced to
Rethink your insidious Operation

Wake up are you ready to live
To rise above yeah to rise against?
I said wake up are you ready to live
To rise above this fiscal cliff?
We’ve been broken but we will mend
The time is now for a cosmic realignment
A conscientious shift!

Longward – Lung Division lyrics

Careful not to let down your guard
Or you will turn this conversation
Into a cry for help
Before you make an attempt
You sacrifice another day to this dead-end race
This façade reopens old wounds
To think of letting go…
How could you
When I sacrificed it all?

Now lend your faith
Towards somewhere else
This path will lead to avarice so
I’ll secure my place in Hell
There is no crawling out
While you’re still alive
Stand tall to watch a shelf life
Wear itself out

My purpose here feels antiquated
And like a double-edged sword
It brought out the worst in me
No better than the words I speak
A contoured reaction sheds
An inkling of truth
That dissolved upon its debut

Longward – Parallels lyrics

Imbedded lies the script
My hands keep the pace
I’m casting lines out knowing
The hooks have no bait
All they wanna hear
Are repetitious songs
To resonate the frequency
That humans crave
Meanwhile we all eat the cost

How could they amend me
From illusive madness?
When did we raise
That question and why?
Straight ahead and full speed
This fallacy approaches
A clear image of a suicide
By slow decline

The secrets out and now
Their talons grip tight
Another hymn divulges
Lost human rights and still
We know talk is cheap
But we forgot how to fight
When you wash your hands
Of this how can you
Stomach your appetite?

Longward – Same Page lyrics

We’ll be fixing flaws within this program
Your abandoned host will rise to speak
Of things so benign you’ll want to listen
The dirt on a sole can get cleaned
Pull apart this machinery to uncover
It’s inoculating force
All around us… Spread thin
The ground beneath your feet will shake

“IN COMING” kneel down
To rest your shields
The fate of our demise
Will one day tell the tale

Plagued by this ethereal being
That will enter in through the night
Shortness of air intake
Can commence the shell to vibrate
Bed down, you can learn to operate
These played out wavelengths
Which we’ve bestowed
To give in may be your only way
A form of communication

“IN COMING” kneel down
To rest your shields
The fate of our demise
Will one day tell the tale
So stand beside yourself
To resuscitate
The price of Kingdom Come
Now watch me levitate

Royce Da 5’9″ – Death Is Certain Pt. 2 (It Hurts) lyrics

Yeah, my nigga, we’re greater than friends
All we know is the beginnin’, nobody controls the way that it ends
I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
And one phone call can change it, make it fall ’til I’m all caved in

My homie got shot and it’s not lookin’ good for him
No, this is not happenin’, knock on wood for him
Speedin’ to the hospital cryin’, askin God, why
I’m mashin’, my car movin’ as fast as my mind

This is not happenin’ to me
My homie will not and I repeat will not flat lyin’ on me
How can I explain this vividly to your mom
That this is behind entertainment? She won’t get it

All she understands is the boy that she raised just might
Die in a hospital bed fightin’ for his life
I’m prayin’, standin’ over you
Lookin’ at you hooked up to a machine, holdin’ your hand, sayin’

Don’t you go nowhere, stay here with me
‘Cause if you leave me, it’ll hurt so bad

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
(They can take me)
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
(I’ll take yo’ place)

This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life
(‘Cause it hurts so bad)

You’re tearin’ our team apart
Though time heals all of our wounds, it’s still leavin’ a mark
I took it too far, the feelin’ that’s hidden deep in my heart
Comes out when I look at the scar

And I can’t kill nobody to get you back
Nigga, that’s somethin’ that time can’t heal
While I’m sayin’ my grace, I’ll be lookin’ up at the sky
And tellin’ God that he’s makin’ a mistake

You can’t take away one brother and leave the rest of the clique
Lord please, double check yo’ list
And if you get to his name and it’s a check beside it
Death comes in three’s, take me next

But don’t make me sweat, please
I won’t make it, I get restless speculatin’
Sons should bury mothers
Every mother don’t wanna bury her son, they’re sayin’

Don’t you go nowhere, stay here with me
‘Cause if you leave me, it’ll hurt so bad

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
(They can take me)
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
(I’ll take yo’ place)

This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life
(‘Cause it hurts so bad)

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds your lucky to grow old, life

Death is not, no option
I’m pullin’ money outta my pocket tryin’ to con the doctor
Please, treat this thug the way you would treat yo’ baby
The way that you would treat yo’ blood, I’ll pay

As heavyweight as we are, I know how you medics are
‘Cause I be checkin’ er everyday
I know we are a hairful but doc this ain’t one of them
That came through shot that should’ve been careful

‘Cause no dude could bleed the way his heart pumps
More than any patient that rode through that you seen
The reason that he’s my man ’cause I tell him
If he can hear me, to squeeze my hand and he squeezes

So I tell him some things
Don’t let them machines help you breathe, don’t leave from receivin’
‘Round quarter to eight, his mom’s is sleepin’
His grip weakens, his squiggly lines go straight
(Go straight)

Call the doctor, give him all you got
Shock him, he gon’ tell you it’s too late
Call the doctor, give him all you got
Shock him, it’s too late

Don’t you go nowhere, stay here with me
‘Cause if you leave me, it’ll hurt so bad

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
(They can take me)
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
(I’ll take yo’ place)

This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds, your lucky to grow old, life
(‘Cause it hurts so bad)

Death is certainly gon’ catch you
Whoever special, you will be left hurt
This is the cold, harshness of life
Just when it unfolds your lucky to grow old, life and death

Royce Da 5’9″ – Fuck My Brains Out (feat. Ingrid Smalls & June) lyrics

(feat. Ingrid Smalls, June)

[Ingrid Smalls]
Right there, right there?
Right there, right there?

[Royce Da 5’9″]
It goes up, down, side to side
That’s how a real bitch ride, ride
With the whole thing inside, side
(Ahh, ahh) Don’t be shy
Boom, show you where the liquid is
Blow and your lipstick smears
Lick that tip that meet mine then
You might meet my liquid kids
You don’t gotta pay your physician big
And put that glaze on your glistenin chin
What? Baby I’m listenin
I know what your favorite position is
I know I’ma lick that if I have to
Hit it like a pack of zigzag wrappers
Hit it from the back then give it back to her
In the mouth then give a bitch a tic-tac after

[Chorus: Ingrid Smalls]
I, wannnnt you, fuck my brains ouuuut
I, wannnnt you, sweat my weave ouuuut (mmm)
I, wannnnt you, fuck my brains ouuuut (just like that)
I, wannnnt you, sweat my weave ouuuut (yeah!)

[June]
No mistake, June the great
Fucked the most hoes at Michigan State
Technique should be in the textbook
Love to have the ones that like to look
At their reflection, while we’re sexin
Wanna smoke while we fuck? No question
Bitch yeah, is it cool for three?
Cause two girls just don’t do it for me, I’m a beast
Hit it from the back, let me grab her ankles
Thumb’s in the asshole, take the pain slow
Jump back on that c***, keep rockin
Hundred milligram pill, bitch no stoppin
Keep poppin, energy droppin
Neighbors complain, say we too loud often
Another world – you love it
Don’t you? My favorite nasty girl

[Chorus:]

[Interlude: man talking]
Yeahhh bitch, yeah take this sugar dick bitch
Take it, yeah, take this jackhammer
You ain’t know I had that jackhammer, did you?
Yeah say M. I. C. Bitch, say Vishis
Call me Vishis bitch, yeah (Vishis! M. I. C.!)

[June]
It goes up, down, once again
I fuck and make hoes confess they sins
Gotta make sure what’s ya age again
Wish she had me on tape to show your friends
Have a king size bed when I fuck hoes over three times after s**
I don’t even wanna smell your breath
My roommate peeps in
And uh (what’s happenin) we both hit that again

[Royce Da 5’9″]
Get ’em in a rental, get ’em in a Range
Give a nigga brain; let my nigga watch, keep him entertained
It’s a wonderful thing
Don’t you go gettin all sentimental with game, let a nigga bang
Ride the Titanic
Most niggaz go from small to large, I go from wide to gigantic
Let a nigga call in
As soon as I’m caught in, I’ma try to make a nigga fall in
Dig a deeper hole in it when I hit it
Put her on feet patrol, send her to the sto’
Never let her tell a nigga “no”
Ceiling or the flo’, you dealin with a crimin-iminal

[Chorus:]

Royce Da 5’9″ – Get’cha Paper (feat. Tre Little) lyrics

[Royce]
Rock City is the anthem
This one is the theme
My nigga Trey
[Trey]
Detroit came up, you know we hot
30 years done became a big lot
600s on chrome, you don’t stop
Detroit we just hot
[Royce Da 5’9”]
My flow switch go, pop like a pistol
Shit, don’t stop, it’s so hard
How many times must I tell you how I do?
How many times must I prove how I do?
You, get six million ways to die, choose one
Or, who ya, you can get one assigned to ya
Hows about to thump, when I’m thumbin this non ruga
Something that will tear you in half and x2 ya
I don’t think you are better then me
Nobodys better then me
Niggas better quit believing they better then a nigga
That’s really letting them breath, I dead them with ease
Now come one, you can get swallowed
If you let your lead get you into something
That your eraser can’t get you out of
I wrote a song about it, like 2 hear it here it go
(ahhhhh haaaaaa) Thank you very much
[Royce Da 5’9′]
Cause we get this jumpin up in here
We don’t want no trouble up in here
I going get my money up in here
Ladys is you with me?
Nobodys better then me
I don’t think your better then me
Somebody better believe
Getcha Paper, Now Lets Go
[Royce Da 5’9”]
You see how my wrists is slow
That I’m here to get this dough
You can see my shit explode
And if you aint with me (so?)
(How many?)
Hits does it take for you to believe me?
(How many?)
Times do I gotta tell you it’s easy?
(How many?)
People must I run up on, and?
(How many?)
Bout to see the gun up drawn
Nigga, we just wanna get it up jumpin
Up in here but ya’ll be frontin-acapo

Royce Da 5’9″ – Malcom X (feat. Tre Little) lyrics

[Royce talking]
Yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusive

D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)

Royce Da 5’9″ would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
For lettin’ that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y’all better quit actin’ like that wadn’t my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin’, I was tryna disrespect y’all
‘Cause that’s what I’m doin’ (gun-loading sound) from here on ‘n
My new name from now on, don’t even call me Royce Da 5’9″ no mo’
Call me Malcolm X, ’cause e’rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I’m Malcolm X now haha, we gon’ see who goin, I ain’t goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon’ see, e’rybody who against me, nigga I’m mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there’s only one problem
Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It’s a motherfuckin’ lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*)

We gon’ beat yo’ ass DOWN (2x)

Y’all niggaz sound like y’all write y’all rhymes with motherfuckin’ crayons, BITCHES

[Royce Da 5’9″]
Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon’ die, it’s probably YOU
You couldn’t fit Bizarre’s body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk all hood ’til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y’all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your hats
And I don’t like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I’ma fuck you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don’t see your teeth as much
That’s good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it’s history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak you late, y’all prolly gon’ go up to them awards
And get yo’ ass whooped by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin’ everybody he ain’t speakin’ to me
Like I’m one of his hoes or somethin’
How ’bout this, I ain’t speakin to you, chump
And I’ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I’ve been ridin by your house, you don’t come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I’ma snatch you out of that front
And tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I’ll be on your porch
With a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
‘Cause he’s in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some extra “g’s” in it
Just like a stutterin’ fool can’t reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, ’cause he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky’s pig and Porky’s tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please
Give it a year, both a y’all be rakin’ 50’s leaves
What do I know, that other nigga y’all got in your group
I don’t even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let’s face it I gave it to y’all
My lil’ sister got six puppies that’s braver than y’all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin’ the beef I’m ’bout to end with the quickness
I’m ’bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y’all ain’t felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton’s ass
Don’t call me, I ain’t ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don’t wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y’all throw up your dukes and don’t swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin’ motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme
Y’all lil’ niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play;
You lil punk ass niggaz, y’all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I’m battlin’ Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o’ y’all can put in the card to kenell
Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter o’ fact, I might even do a song with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again

We gon’ beat yo’ ass DOWN (4x)

[Royce talking]
I don’t even want you lil’ punks to think I’m mad
Y’all lil’ niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you’re nothing
Nothin’, you not on my level, I will beat yo boss’s ass nigga
Tre Little, bring it on

[Tre Little]
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I’m just that guy
I’m 5’6″, got stacked lines, shit that high, I’m ridin’
FUCK you and your commercial appeal
I turn yo’ head into blue ‘n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he’ll eat you like candy
What did you do, got on the phone and called him up
You don’t wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to Puff
You, BITCH, yo’ crew some local hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this with one talk
Step around from your security and talk to that man
I understand you backin’ yo’ crew, but this my brother
Anythin’ that happen to him, somethin’ gonna happen to you
And I don’t give a fuck for that, nigga, I’ll do life
I advise you to stop; yo’ money don’t buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob ’em
But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I’ma stab you
So many times, I’ma feel bad when you collapse!
You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin’ somethin’
Timbaland lookin’ ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever know only good for album filler

We gon’ beat yo’ ass DOWN (2x)

[Royce talking]
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big Homie’s out nigga, what up

[Tre Little talking]
Yea you add water and stir ass motherfuckers, what y’all thought
My brother here ain’t have no backbone?
Nigga, it’s on when I see y’all
Proof what the fuck you thinkin’ of nigga, this cash boy
Need the white boy to get y’all started ass niggaz
Fuck y’all hoes, I told Royce I ain’t like that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o’ y’all niggaz
Sell my bill one nigga
What the fuck y’all thought nigga y’all’ll get bought bitch
Street orientated; y’all motherfuckers hate it
Learn how to flow stop bein’ mad y’all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo’ bitch ass, yea dude
Asked about cash nigga, you comin’ to yo’ doom
You’ll end up like click boom, bitch
Rock City motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker
It’s Cash Flow Bitch
Big Homie

[Royce Talkin]

Royce Da 5’9″ – Mr. Baller (feat. Clipse, Pharell Williams & Tre Little) lyrics

[Pharell]
Nah man, we don’t take our chains off…nah
We’re here to make noise!
We’re here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys
We’re here to make noise
We’re here to make noise!
Nigga, we’re here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys

[Pusha T]
Twin Nina Ross sisters
Promise to never miss ya
Hit ya thirty-four times to make your skin blister
Extended clips, cocked back quick to chrome sisters
You wild fire gunnin’ bin barrels with rogue pistols
Walkin’ contradiction like “quiet noise”
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
While I’m surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life’s so pricey, it’s sendin’ ya body chills
And we baptize cars, put hollows through windshields

[Hook x2] [Pharell]
I’m Mr. Baller, nigga
I’m Mr. Baller
What’s you talkin’ bout nigga you see a baller
Fuck that bullshit nigga cuz I’m a baller
I take on all y’all nigga
Now that’s a baller

[Tre-Little]
Hollow tip what?
Y’all cats don’t want none
I wanna see God, first come and meet my gun
Life’s a bitch
Diamonds to shine (fucka) to shit
Detroit, paradise if you roll wit my clique
Otherwse, it’s hell
Ain’t no escapin’ the trips
They gotta gun, good
You’a need it in the land of the trench
Pick ’em up, fuck ’em up
Every man for theyself
Unless you cheat wit a crew similar to myself
We in the “to be” killa zone, playin’ the D
Lovin’ the D
Out-a-towners hatin’ the D
I die for the D
If I could I’d fuckin’ marry the D
Stick my dick in the streets
And nut a bomb in the D

[Malice]
You lookin’ at at least 50 grand in your face
And if you thought any less, just know you made a mistake
They done told you wrong, Clipse in the grey Yukon
Don’t mistake this style for hot and it ain’t lukewarm
We gets busy
Whether dressed in “crocdile” or Lizzie
You can catch a hot ball from an all black Lizzie
Start flamin’, watch they cats start they explainin’
Should’ve know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in
Any time you look, bet you find us in whips
Diamonds and shit, break scams from the finest of chicks
Royce and Neptunes sick like dead babies in restrooms
Malice and Dome Sheist, y’all niggaz is flesh wounds

[Hook x2]

[Royce Da5’9]
Well, uh
I was trained to hang ’til the raid is over
Roll wit nuttin’ but a whole brigade of soldiers
I was young holdin’ guns, I kept one wit me
In the flatbed in the back of an F-150
I see three and the six, me and the Clipse
Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein’ the tips
Ride wit me, nigga die wit me
Yo this money’s the easiest shit to get in this world beside pussy
That’ll cost you, my whole crew will stomp you to death
Wearin’ cleats until you look like a waffle
I won the battle
The first nigga to ever get the cover of “The Source”
And the cover of “Guns and Ammo”
Burn you alive
Soon as you and the fire collide
Hit me, it’ll just be a nigga hired to die
Plus I ball, I’m ignorant dogg
I’m a muthafuckin’ star, nigga suck my balls
(Suck my muthafuckin balls!)

[Hook x4]

Royce Da 5’9″ – What The Beat (feat. Eminem & Method Man) lyrics

[Dj Clue]
Ha haaaaa… [echoes]

[Method Man]
Now… Now… Now… Unnhhh..
Professional two shit… What!
Staten Island up in this mad-a-fulka…
Mr. Meth rep rep rep rep rep rep…
For the cause
Wu-Tang Killa Beez forever my niggaz
Yeah… We put our draws in it… Clue! [echoes]

[Dj Clue]
[talking over above Method Man verse]
New Method Man!
Eminem…
Royce…
Clue! [echoes]

[Method Man]
Niggaz is like “Oh my God not you!”
Yes I’m in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M. E.-Eth Man’s obsessed
With s**, drugs and rock & roll
New tecs and calicos!
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers
Who don’t add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up
8 million stories in the nekkid call yo man Method
Straight guerilla iller nigga kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16-bar Ruger, bustin’ yo funky dope manuevers
But I’m not ya Super Lover Cee, I’m the Super Sperm
Splash it on your skin rub it in like it’s Lubriderm
10 out of 10 I’ll be the…
Men of all men I mean the…
Creme de la creme a schemer…
Sippin’ on ‘Gnac and Zima…
True professional 2…
(Dj clue!)
Now that Bush is president nigga we all through

[Dj Clue]
Wooooooooooord!

[Eminem]
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
Why I keep on duckin’ under the bed when I hear thunder
’cause I ain’t crazy, I say shit that’s crazy to crazy people
To make ’em believe I’m crazy so they can relate to me
And maybe believe in Shady so they can be evil baby
I like that! I’m only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, there’ll be just as many muthafuckin’ murderers
And heroin users without Marlilyn’s music
But I figure I make my music I don’t care if you use it
To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it!
Now the parents are suein’ ’cause little Darren is screwin’
Karen and Susan cause I told him to do it on Clue’s new shit
Now it’s all ruined, the whole world is fucked up
’cause of me? Two 12-year old girls is knocked up
My attitude’s ‘fuck it’ like Pac’s was at one point
Wanna come join? Pick up a glock and just point
Now everybody’s killin’ everybody and everybody’s bloody
And I’m just laughin’ like it’s funny
Cause I don’t really give a shit about no-muthafuckin’-body
I’m so muthafuckin’ nutty I don’t give a fuck about nuttin’!

[Royce]
My wrist is… Water and freeze
And mix this is… Audio Jesus the repent shit gets big
Keep it sharp like knife in a pop device
So “Duro you gotta let it bump!”, I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude like this can’t be true
I suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down I’m still wylin’
Bullets travel through the air in the night like Phil Collins
Rock City baby knife through your throat ’til you’re broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
It’s all shifty, I got all-a my dogs wit’ me
And they all rich, and still all-a they palms itchy
We’ll pump, rumble over birds jungle urge
Walkin’ like we talkin’ drunk while we stumble over words
Clue *inhale*… Duro *inhale*… Slim *inhale*… Meth *inhale*…
Five *inhale*… Nine *inhale*… Hold up *inhale*… Breath

[Method Man]
It’s just… Mr. Meth and dj Clue
I ain’t crazy, I just do what the beats say do

[Eminem]
It’s just… Slim Shady and dj Clue
I ain’t evil, I just do what the beats say do

[Royce]
Unnh.. Royce 5-9 and dj Clue
I ain’t bad, I just do what the beats say do.. Unnh…

[kiss noise]

[Dj Clue]
Dj Clue!
Desert Storm!
Come oooooooon maaaaaaaan! [echoes]

Royce Da 5’9″ – She’s The One (feat. Eminem) lyrics

[Eminem]
Slim Shady
Asshole
[Royce]
Any nigga wit guns, we got guns too
More heated, ready to outgun you
It’s too late I already outgunned you
You was around, you know the outcome too
Let’s play, lemme show you what Game is
Heartbreak, I’m showin’ you what pain is
Please, I’m reppin’ a ‘d’ homeboy
Where your guns, you steppin’ to me homeboy
Royce five-nine’s the name, niggaz know
And niggaz know, dealin’ wit me niggaz know
Ayyo toots, how you get here, you wanna ride
I got a five in Southside, you wanna drive
Beside, I ain’t got no five, you gold-digger
You wanna suga-daddy, go get you an old nigga
I got money, I’m just here to bug you girl
Can’t get none, but you know I love you girl
Yo
[Chorus:]
[Royce]
She the one that wanna ride hot whips, huh
Same one that ain’t really got shit, huh
She want her hair done, then get her nails done
Go to Fifth Ave, just to shop for Shanell, huh
[Eminem]
She the one that ain’t really got shit, huh
The little bitch that really aint got tits, huh
Fuckin slut with a chest enhanced,
Wouldn’t dance if you aint pay for her breasts implants
[Eminem]
Anybody wit knives, we got knives too
More sharp, and ready to outslice you
About 5 dudes, waitin outside for you
And what’s inside is coming outside you
Get me drunk, and I’ll drink anything you can think
Wattup Miss. Bitch
(Yo what’s up with the ring, you married?)
Shit, I’m still mingling, bitch
I just wanted to scream, this is the only finger that’s it
Wattup with you, you married?
(Naww, I’m divorced)
Of course you are, you little fuckin trailer park whore

Royce Da 5’9″ – Trouble lyrics

[Royce Da 5’9″]
Uhh, yeah
Royce 5-9, my nigga Bow Tie
My nigga Cee, Six July
Gangsta, what, gangsta, what, uhh
Gangsta, niggaz is gangsta
Yo, I’m out here all day
From when you hear the sounds of the car skiddin
Then start dickin, gangsta from start to the finish
Whassup – never socialable, nigga we too disposable
If I get close to you it’s probably to dispose of you quicker
Go ‘head, try somethin – live or die by these numbers
I’d rather live paralyzed than to die runnin, you feel it
Stay out his path, he’s chaotic and mad
Pull a K out and blast, and treat every day like his last
I’m just a street nigga rhymin some words
Dabble in the finest of furs, cowboy minus the spurs and saddle
Prefer for battle; most deserved
In highest level in cowboy status is not from herdin cattle
One strange guy, I’m nuttin like you mayn
Guns all look the same to the un-trained eye
Easy to find, tell me how a gorilla can hide
The realest nigga breathin, ain’t no nigga realer alive
[Chorus 2X: Royce]
Y’all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)
Y’all niggaz in trouble (in trouble).
Y’all niggaz in trouble (in trouble)
Y’all niggaz in trouble, you don’t want this
[Bow Tie]
It’s the black Elmer Fudd, fuck a mansion and a yacht
I got a project buildin, weed runnin on the block (c’mon)
A sweet tooth for chronic, shit got me speakin in ebonics
Killer cracker, respect me for my talent
Sniff ’em out like a bloodhound
Like they bag mills out in Vegas on the Greyhound
I never plead guilty, come to court filthy
Lawyer drunk off Henny, parole violators with me
And still I walk cause it’s real
Take they ass to trial then they lose a quarter mil’, now thatc12

Peter Glass – Fat Donald lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fat Donald came to town
Whiniest bitch for miles around
He came to tear it down
Fat Donald came to town

[Chorus]
He’s so malicious
It’s almost beyond belief
He’s s god damn avaricious
All he leaves behind is grief

[Verse 2]
Fat Donald got tiny hands
Perfect size for his tiny man
His ego’s so big and his heart’s so small
Fat Donald ain’t good for nothin’ at all

[Chorus]
He’s so malicious
It’s almost beyond belief
He’s s god damn avaricious
All he leaves behind is grief

[Verse 3]
Fat Donald is so absurd
He’s just like some strange bird
Got the hands of a sparrow, the mind of a cuckoo
Sits on the shitter playin’ Twitter voodoo

YUNGBLUD – 21st Century Liability lyrics

[Verse 1]
In a place where they fail to inspire
I’m drinking the bleach so that I feel the fire
Inside is a riot but I’m in too deep
A mile in
A mile in

In a place where they think I’m a stranger
I’m shaving my face with a coke covered razor
I press hard so it goes in deep
A mile in
A mile in

[Chorus]
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks

[Verse 2]
When I was younger I had a proper plan
Keep myself naive take advice from the man
But I turned 17 and I saw in my head
He was blowing up the world with a ball point pen
I met a person I think I fell in love
A certain kind of love you can’t find in drugs
But I fucked it up needed alone time
It’s like I killed myself “I love you long time”

[Chorus]
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks

[Bridge]
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability

[Chorus]
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
I’m a 21st Century liability
(BANG BANG BANG)
It’s all Bollocks

Sean Paul – Tip Pon It (feat. Major Lazer) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gyal
Wid ah body like dat
When you Snapchat me, girl
Sey me haffi screenshot
So me call her scotch bonnet so di gyal hot
She a bubble like soup, dat a real pepper pot
Check ya iPhone fi di iMessages
Seh me outside park up inna di x6
Wid the guinness and magnum ready wid di mix
So me know tonight your business get fixed, gyal

[Chorus]
Mi love how you wine and bubble gyal
When you go pon your toe and tip pon it
Body look tight and right, gyal
When you quint up your ting and grip on it
Treat me like a App when you hot
Put me pon di desktop then you double click pon it
Mi waan you boom flick pon it
Do all kind ah tricks pon it

[Pre-Hook]
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, do all kind ah tricks pon it

[Hook]
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play
Wine gyal, same way

[Verse 2]
Real gangsta never chase ah gyal
After a while replace ah gyal
Cut dem off clean like razor, gyal
How da one ya shot, she muss a lazer gyal
Bend her round di corner like drifta
Win gold medal fi slap in carifta
Me ah put in di tip yah
She ah throw it back thursday Instagram picture

[Chorus]
Mi love how yuh wine and bubble gyal
When yu go pon yuh toe and tip pon it
Body look tight and right, gyal
When you quint up yuh ting and grip on it
Treat me like a App when yu hot
Put me pon di desktop then yu double click pon it
Mi waan yu boom flick pon it
Do all kind ah tricks pon it

[Pre-Hook]
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, do all kind ah tricks pon it

[Hook]
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play
Wine gyal, same way

[Bridge]
Gyal tip, tip, tip pon it
So mi know tonight, so mi know tonight
Gyal tip, tip, tip pon it
So mi know tonight yuh business get fixed
Gyal tip, tip, tip pon it
So mi know tonight, so mi know tonight
Gyal tip, tip, tip pon it
So mi know tonight yuh business get fixed

[Chorus]
Mi love how yuh wine and bubble gyal
When yu go pon your toe and tip pon it
Body look tight and right, gyal
When you quint up yuh ting and grip on it
Treat me like a App when yu hot
Put me pon di desktop then yu double click pon it
Mi waan yu boom flick pon it
Do all kind ah tricks pon it

[Pre-Hook]
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, do all kind ah tricks pon it

[Hook]
Wine gyal, same way
Wine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play
Wine gyal, same way

Don Diablo – Give Me Love (feat. Calum Scott) lyrics

[Verse 1]
When the lights come on, the party’s over
And I ain’t got no car to drive you home
Would the night be too cold for me to hold you?
Would you stay or would you leave me all alone?

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all the money in the world won’t mean a thing
With the hole in my heart it won’t beat again
It’s true, oh, without you
Oh, I’ve been laying in the dark, been outta my mind
I’m fallen from the highs, and I’m crashing trough the lows
Now I need to know

[Chorus]
Can you give me love? Give me love
When I’m standing here with nothing
Would you show me I’m worth something?
Give me love, give me love
When it feels like it’s all over
Would you stay and pull me closer?

[Post-Chorus]
Give me love
Give me love

[Verse 2]
If it rained in the middle of summer
Would you lay in the grass like we used to do?
Would you run? Would you leave or change your number?
If someone gave you the things I couldn’t give to you

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all the money in the world won’t mean a thing
With the hole in my heart it won’t beat again
It’s true, oh, without you
Oh, I’ve been laying in the dark, been outta my mind
I’ve fallen from the highs and crashing trough the lows
Now I need to know

[Chorus]
Can you give me love? Give me love
When I’m standing here with nothing
Would you show me I’m worth something?
Give me love, give me love
When it feels like it’s all over
Would you stay and pull me closer?

[Post-Chorus]
Give me love
Give me love

[Bridge]
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give it up, I’ll give it up
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give it up

[Chorus]
Can you give me love? (I’ll give you all my love) Give me love
(I’ll give you all my love)
When I’m standing here with nothing
Would you show me I’m worth something?
Give me love, (I’ll give you all my love) give me love
(I’ll give you all my love)
When it feels like it’s all over
Would you stay and pull me closer?

[Post-Chorus]
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give it up, I’ll give it up
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give it up, I’ll give it up
I’ll give you all my love
I’ll give it up, I’ll give it up

Lost Frequencies – Melody (feat. James Blunt) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey melody
Every night you play me something sweet
And when I’m down, you always change the key
I need you now, my heart has lost the beat
And I’m counting on your love, hey melody
We both could use a reason just to smile
So let me be your harmony tonight
Every note you hit cuts into me

[Chorus]
So let me hear your love, sing
So let me hear your love, sing
Let me hear your love, sing
So let me hear your love, sing
So let me hear your love, sing
Let me hear your love, sing

[Verse 2]
Hey melody
Every night you play me something sweet
And when I’m down, you always change the key
I need you now, my heart has lost the beat
And I’m counting on your love, hey melody
We both could use a reason just to smile
So let me be your harmony tonight
Every note you hit cuts into me

[Chorus]
So let me hear your love, sing
So let me hear your love, sing
Let me hear your love, sing
So let me hear your love, sing
So let me hear your love, sing
Let me hear your love, sing

Mark Kozelek – Weed Whacker lyrics

He’s tired of the studio environment
He’s tired of the tour schedule regimen
He’s planning for his early retirement
He’s gonna buy another house and get another renter to pay him rent
He’s gonna buy another house and get another renter to pay him rent
He’s living by the ocean and his lungs are full and old
He’s gonna take a break at his mountain house in the gold rush town
I was dancing around in the backyard with my weed whacker
I was dancing around in the backyard with my goggles on and my weed whacker
I was dancing around with no shirt on and my weed whacker
On my acre of land, just me, myself, and I, and my weed whacker

Walked into town, a guy in the coffee shop had a broken arm
I said, “How’d you do that,” he said, “Too much dancing”
I said, “Never a better way to break your arm”
I said, “I almost broke my arm today too”
He said, “Yeah, how’s that?,” I said, “Weed whacking”
He said, “Yeah man, your face is pretty red and your arms are all scratched”
I said, “Are my eyes going bad or does it smell like someone went camping?”
He said, “Man you seem confused, like might need a little bit of napping”
I said, “Yeah, who’s that in the background on the radio, rapping?”
He said, “They’re called Sun Kil Moon, the album is called
Common as Light and Love Are Red Valleys of Blood
You’ve probably never heard of them
By the way, it’s not the radio, it’s Spotify”
And he said, “What’s wrong, you look like you’re going to cry”
He said, “What’s wrong, you look like you’re going to cry”
“No, I’m alright but that’s right, I never heard of them
Are they black or are they white?,” he said, “The singer is white”
But he’s not sure about the rest of them
He said, “Man you look confused, can you count to ten?
Can you tell me if it’s day or night, or what month it is?
Do you know where you are right now?”

He’s back by the ocean where his nostrils are full of cypress trees
He’s back by the ocean where his face almost looks like he’s about to sneeze
He hears a Geary Rapid Transit bus going by from his window
He sees the Cliff House sign, he walks alone down
Point Lobos Avenue, San Francisco, California, 940121
Where’s he going, I don’t know where he needs to be
Where’s he going, I don’t know and neither do you

Cause actually none of us really know nothing about nothing
There’s a dog named Cyrus, there was a dog named Sally Muffin
Did I once meet, Kermit Ruffins did
My grandmas made good oyster stuffing
When somebody tries to act like they know a lot about something
Chances are they’re probably talking about a whole lot of nothing
When somebody tries to tell you that they know a lot about something
They’re probably talking about a whole lot of nothing

And I’m reading Steinbeck’s The Moon is Down
Is it me or somebody else in my skin walking around?
Did I once stay and watch the Cliff House burn to the ground?
Did I once make an album called Down Colorful Hill?
Will it pay ten dollars a pound?
Somebody hurry up and write the answer down
Split twenty thousand dollars I believe, not pounds
Doesn’t that make us the coolest guys in town?

Am I singing or am I talking?
What’s your opinion?
Did you ever hear a guy called Phil Lynott from Thin Lizzy
Sing a song, let’s hear it
If you did, you had to be crying
If you didn’t cry, you’re probably lying
We don’t see eye to eye and if we don’t
Let’s meet at the halfway line
I’ll do the fishing, you’ll do the frying
What’s important is that we all keep trying
That we don’t keep hurting each other
Accept our differences
Let’s find understanding and never stop trying

Hey, did you see the breaking news?
Are we smart or are we fools?
In my backyard there’s a swimming pool, it’s never used
Hey, there’s a guy walking down the avenue
Pretty sure he’s been through a lot
He always looks deep in thought
He always looks mildly distraught
I want to talk to him but I think I oughta not
I’m projecting his hurt, but I don’t know nothing about nothing
Maybe he’s walking to get a tea and a muffin
Maybe he’s meditating, maybe he’s contemplating
Maybe at the end of the road, someone is waiting for him

There’s a lot to be grateful for at the end of the day
I’m pretty sure I got a lot of help along the way
Sure I could use this verse to drop a couple of names
But to me, you all supported me all the same
I don’t forget who inspired me along the way

You turn on the news
Somebody’s hijacking, someone’s terrorist attacking
Somebody’s hijacking a plane
An actor died and was no longer acting
I was dreaming last night that I was in a shoe store
And they sold suitcases too
But the one I liked was too heavy
I said, “Hey, got any socks?”
He said, “Yeah, they’re up there on the shelf”
And they were a very good value

Then I woke up to the ladies above me yakking
Like the Golden Girls, like them they had squawking
They don’t pause at all, it’s nonstop talk-talking
I went up there and asked them, “Please keep it down”
I was kind and polite, I told them, “I’d like to sleep a few more hours”
They said, “Hey, you’re the one who kept us up all night with your rapping
Who do you think you are anyway, LL Cool J?”
They were right, who the fuck am I?
I’m just a guy making music for Spotify
The ceiling is thin, it’s always been
It is what it is, and it’s beautiful to be alive
To hear the buses going by
To see the raccoons crossing the street from the park at night

And now it’s time to get packing
But not for any kayaking and not for any backpacking
Not for any FedEx tracking, not for any safe cracking
Not for any thumbtacking, not for any haystacking
Not for any carjacking
I’m packing to go do some weed whacking
Pretty soon I’ll be dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker
Dancing around in my backyard with my weed whacker

The Chainsmokers – Closer (feat. Halsey) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, I was doing just fine just before I met you
I drank too much and that’s an issue but I’m okay
Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them
But I hope I never see them again

[Pre-Chorus]
I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke down car and
Four years, no calls
Now you’re looking pretty in a hotel bar and
I can’t stop
No, I can’t stop

[Chorus]
So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can’t afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain’t ever getting older

[Hook]
We ain’t ever getting older
We ain’t ever getting older

[Verse 2]
You, look as the good as the day as I met you
I forget just why I left you, I was insane
Stay, and play that Blink-182 song
That we beat to death in Tuscon, okay

[Pre-Chorus]
I know it breaks your heart
I moved to the city in a broke down car and
Four years, no calls
Now you’re looking pretty in a hotel bar and
I can’t stop
No, I can’t stop

[Chorus]
So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can’t afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain’t ever getting older

[Hook]
We ain’t ever getting older
We ain’t ever getting older

[Chorus]
So, baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can’t afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain’t ever getting older

[Hook]
We ain’t ever getting older (we ain’t ever getting older)
We ain’t ever getting older (we ain’t ever getting older)
We ain’t ever getting older (we ain’t ever getting older)
We ain’t ever getting older

[Outro]
We ain’t ever getting older
No, we ain’t ever getting older

The Chainsmokers – #SELFIE lyrics

When Jason was at the table
I kept on seeing him look at me when he was with that other girl
Do you think he was just doing that to make me jealous?
Because he was totally texting me all night last night
And I don’t know if it’s a booty call or not
Sooo… Like what do you think?
Did-did you think that girl was pretty?
How did that girl even get in here?
Did you see her?
She’s so short and that dress is so tacky
Who wears cheetah?
It’s not even summer, why does the dj keep on playing summertime sadness?
After we go to the bathroom, can we go smoke a cigarette?
I really need one
But first, let me take a selfie

Drop

Can you guys help me pick a filter?
I don’t know if I should go with xx pro or valencia
I wanna look tan
What should my caption be?
I want it to be clever
How about “livin’ with my bitches, hashtag liv”
I only got 10 likes in the last 5 minutes
Do you think I should take it down?
Let me take another selfie

Drop

Wait, pause, jason just liked my selfie
What a creep
Is that guy sleeping over there?
Yeah, the one next to the girl with no shoes on
That’s so ratchet…
That girl is such a fake model
She definitely bought all her instagram followers
Who goes out on mondays?
Ok, let’s go take some shots
Oh no, I feel like I’m gonna throw up
Oh wait, nevermind I’m fine
Let’s go dance
There’s no vodka at this table
Do you know anyone else here?
Oh my god, jason just texted me
Should I go home with him?
I guess I took a good selfie

(Selfie repeating build)

Let me take a selfie

The Chainsmokers – Don’t Let Me Down (feat. Daya) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Crashing, hit a wall
Right now I need a miracle
Hurry up now, I need a miracle
Stranded, reaching out
I call your name but you’re not around
I say your name but you’re not around

[Chorus]
I need you, I need you, I need you right now
Yeah, I need you right now
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me down
I think I’m losing my mind now
It’s in my head, darling I hope
That you’ll be here, when I need you the most
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me down
D-Don’t let me down

[Post-Chorus: Instrumental]
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, down, down
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down, down, down

[Verse 2]
R-r-running out of time
I really thought you were on my side
But now there’s nobody by my side

[Chorus]
I need you, I need you, I need you right now
Yeah, I need you right now
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me down
I think I’m losing my mind now
It’s in my head, darling I hope
That you’ll be here, when I need you the most
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me down
D-Don’t let me down

[Post-Chorus: Instrumental]
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, down, down
Don’t let me down, down, down
Don’t let me down, down, down
Don’t let me down, don’t let me down, down, down

[Bridge]
Oh, I think I’m losing my mind now, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, I think I’m losing my mind now, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I need you, I need you, I need you right now
Yeah, I need you right now
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me down
I think I’m losing my mind now
It’s in my head, darling I hope
That you’ll be here, when I need you the most
So don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me down
Don’t let me down

[Outro]
Yeah, don’t let me down
Yeah, don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, oh no
Said don’t let me down
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me down
Don’t let me down, down, down

The Chainsmokers – Erase (feat. Priyanka Chopra) lyrics

Another week ends since you’ve been gone
It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long
But I guess it gets better everyday
Yeah, Yeah

My head is heavy my mind is numb
I found myself in a stranger’s arms cause
I just want to make it fade away
Yeah, Yeah

My heart is a broken machine
Need you to come set me free
Keep on playing the music baby
Keep on playing the music baby

My heart has been cold as nights
I feel it come back to life
Keep on playing the music baby
It’s all that’s getting me through this baby

Erase Erase Erase
Erase Erase Erase (Take it all away)
Erase Erase Erase
Erase Erase Erase (Take it all away)

I see you calling, I don’t respond
And now I feel like I’m right where I belong
And I am ready for a change
Yeah, Yeah

What doesn’t kill me will make me strong
Just turn it up, nothing’s wrong cause
I can just keep dancing through the pain
Yeah, Yeah

My heart is a broken machine
Need you to come set me free
Keep on playing the music baby
Keep on playing the music baby

My heart has been cold as nights
I feel it come back to life
Keep on playing the music baby
It’s all that’s getting me through this baby

Erase Erase Erase
Erase Erase Erase (Take it all away)
Erase Erase Erase
Erase Erase Erase (Take it all away)

I wanna dance till I can’t feel nothing at all
I wanna dance till I can’t feel nothing
Erase Erase Erase Erase (Take it all away)
I wanna dance till I can’t feel nothing at all
I wanna dance till I can’t feel nothing (Yeah)

My heart is a broken machine
Need you to come set me free
Keep on playing the music baby
Keep on playing the music baby

My heart has been cold as nights
I feel it come back to life
Keep on playing the music baby
It’s all that’s getting me through this baby

Erase Erase Erase Erase (Take it all away)
I wanna dance till I can’t feel nothing at all
I wanna dance till I can’t feel nothing

The Chainsmokers – Kanye (feat. SirenXX) lyrics

[Refrain: Siren]
I have never wished and hoped
Didn’t need a telescope
To see where I am going
I have never been the one
Trying to hold my tongue
Is my stereo on

[Pre-Chorus]
One day I’ll stand with a crown on my head
Like a God yeah, like a God
With every step, no, I won’t second guess what I want

[Chorus]
I wanna be like Kanye
I’ll be the King of me always
Do what I want and have it my way
All day, like Kanye-eah, yeah, yeah
Like Kanye, Kanye, yeah-ah, yeah-ah
Like Kanye, Kanye, yeah-ah, yeah-ah
I’ll be the king of me

[Verse 1]
Came from a broken home, okay
Single momma let me chase what I was made for
We be out to Paradise, build on nickels and dimes
I’m entitled to so much more

[Pre-Chorus]
One day I’ll stand with a crown on my head
Like a God yeah, like a God
With every step, no, I won’t second guess what I want

[Chorus]
I wanna be like Kanye
I’ll be the King of me always
Do what I want and have it my way
All day, like Kanye-eah, yeah, yeah
Like Kanye, Kanye, yeah-ah, yeah-ah
Like Kanye, Kanye, yeah-ah, yeah-ah
I’ll be the king of me

[Bridge]
I’ll be the king of me, me, me
I’ll be the king of me, me, me
Like Kanye-eah yeah-ah, yeah-ah

[Refrain: Siren]
I have never wished and hoped
Didn’t need a telescope
To see where I am going
I have never been the one
Trying to hold my tongue
Is my stereo on

[Bridge]
I’ll be the king of me, me, me
I’ll be the king of me, me, me
Like Kanye-eah yeah-ah, yeah-ah

The Chainsmokers – Roses (feat. ROZES) lyrics

Take it slow but it’s not typical
He already knows that my love is fire
His heart was a stone, but then his hands roam.
I turned him to gold and it took him higher.
But I’ll be your day-dream, I’ll wear your favorite things
We could be beautiful, get drunk on the good life
I’ll take you to Paradise,
Say you’ll never let me go!

Deep in my bones I can feel you
Take me back to a time when we knew hideaway
We could waste the night with an old film
Smoke a little weed on my couch in the back room Hideaway!
Say you’ll never let me go
Say you’ll never let me go.

[Instrumental]
Say you’ll never let me go!
Say you’ll never let me go!
Say you’ll never let me go!

[Instrumental]
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh

Deep in my bones I can feel you
Take me back to a time when we knew hideaway
We could wait the night with an old film
Smoke a little weed on my couch in the backroom,
hideaway
Say you’ll never let me go
Say you’ll never let me go.

[Instrumental]
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh
Ahh ahh ahh

Say you’ll never let me go!
Say you’ll never let me go!
Say you’ll never let me go!