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Playboi Carti – ++* Love Hurts **+ (feat. Travis Scott) lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Woah, woah, woah, slatt

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Walk in that bitch with my toolie, walk in that bitch with Lil Uzi
These bitches they bitin’ they lip, they chosin’, lookin’ like groupies
Fuckin’ that bitch in my coupe, okay
Fuckin’ that bitch in the lot, fucking that bitch in the spot (ooh)
Uh, polka dot, all of these hoes, they mine (ooh)
All of this jewelry, it mine (ooh), all of these bitches, they mine
Feel like Big Sean, yeah, ooh, feel like a don, yeah, ooh
Fuckin’ this bitch, I swear she be lying (what, what?)
White on rice, diamonds ice, came through with the ice
I’m Lil Boat with the Sprite (Lil Boat)
Dynamite, she gon’ blow tonight (Carti)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar
Uh-okay, shawty know what’s up, shawty want a rockstar
Shawty want a wokstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
All of these flows is mine, all of these hoes is mine
Shawty want a rockstar, okay, shawty want a rockstar, La Flame
Out there spendin’ it loosely, bigger the diamonds, I’m juicy
Fuck with the jeans, it’s Gucci, I been out livin’ unruly
Yuh, board the jet, all of the hoes is wet
Yuh, private flex, never dip on the set
Drank, don’t do wine, got two hoes in a bind, yuh
Ass on rewind, put the cash on her spine, yuh
Fill me up, double cup, yuh, okay, shawty know what’s up
Shawty want a rockstar, shawty want a rockstar, okay
Shawty want a rockstar, okay, okay, shawty know what’s up

Playboi Carti – That Girl (Rocket) (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Now, now is my time
Now is my time
That be Maaly Raw

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Everybody rock with me because I’m up now
Took your girl and I’ma score, like I made the touch-down
Swervin’ and the Lambo doors go up, not on the bus now
Used to want a G-Shock, now I’m walking with a bust down
Pull up and I’m flooding with an iced out watch
Whip it look like butter baby, pecan drop
Pick and drop, put that phone, handsome drop
Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Got them rocks, Diamond rocks, whip the pot
Suicide, 1600, that’s the block
Hit your girl that’s check free
She ain´t used to text me
Now she won’t caress me
She keep tryna neck me
I got’ tell my bestie, someone call my bestie
Think I found my bestie, link up make the check bleed
You know that I’m smoking dope, I’ll be high til’ next week
Know I had to let her go, cause she can’t arrest me

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do?
Meet me in the ally with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or a Rari, hol’at chu
We gon’ the rob the bank, brain lose
We gon’ take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stackin’, Rackin’, all of this and I’m packin’
My life it is like a movie minus all the actin’
Jacket, jack it, yeah it’s made of rabbit
Diamonds on my neck and wrist they compliment that karats
You ain’t nuthin’ but a mockingbird, boy you a parrot!
Oops, yeah my bad, that’s your girl? We could share it
Might buy her diamonds and pearls, but can’t marry
She, said my D-Bomb like a terrorist
He, thinkin’ he on but man, that’s barely
We, rock all white ice look like dairy
Kids, my red hellcat it sound scary
Please, you talk shit and you get buried
See, ain’t no fuck nigga around me
I said free my dogs from the county
Yeah, the ones on the run from the bounty
Yeah, diamonds they so wet, need some bounty

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do?
Meet me in the ally with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or a Rari, hol’at chu
We gon the rob the bank, brain lose
We gon take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes

Playboi Carti – Choppa Won’t Miss A Nigga (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah! We ain’t wasting no time
(Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drum killin’ everybody
100 round drum killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
She hop on the dick and she split
Hop on my dick like a bitch
Suck on my dick like a tick

You a copier, Yeah you like to copy shit
You ain’t even on the style till young Carti popped the shit
I got hella hoes (woah), On some papi shit
Need to pop a bitch
Need a solid bitch, harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter, Pints all in the fridge

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Out there running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for 10
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, and all my bitches 10s
[?] They gon’ milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got bitches in the lot, pouring up the pop

[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Young Thug)]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
30 round drum in the jean jacket
That makin’ mean my jean kinda baggy
I never go for a chain snatch
I done been done had the same jewerly
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smokin’ nothin’ but nasty
Fuck the law and whoever ask it
Hit it, hit it, hit it all my bitches wit a dick so you know she eat
Cheated on my bitch, wit a bitch with bigger titties
[?] with a mothafuckin’ midget
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Stackin’ for the dawg, I got hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that bitch say that [?]
[?]
I got diamonds in my face, a half a carat

[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Young Thug)]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (pew,pew,pew,pew,pew,pew!)

Playboi Carti – Magnolia lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her “Buy some kicks”
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

Playboi Carti – Shawty In Love lyrics

[Intro]
What are you talking about?
(I’m tired)
I do want to go but I can’t
(I’m tired)
I wanna go
Carti I wanna go to Pluto
Carti I wanna go to Pluto
Check it out
808
Yea, check it out
(know what I’m sayin’)
29
(I just…)

[Hook]
Shawty in love with the beat
Shawty in love with the beat
Shawty in love with the beat
Shawty in love with the beat

[Verse]
I’m in the car, I got the bass
Shawty wanna hear the lil beat
I got that bitch, out in the place, shawty just wanna get beat
I got that bitch, all on my plate, shawty just wanna get beat
Fucking that bitch, back of the Wraith
Fucking that bitch in the seat
In the back of the Wraith
Back of the Wraith
Yeah, she handle the meat
In the back of the Wraith
Back of the Wraith
Yeah, she handle the meat
I got a crib with a gate, yuh, yeah my grass is green, yuh
My car is clean, my car extreme
I got green, It’s hot as it seems, hot as it seems
This nigga done shot up a nigga
Done shot up a nigga for days
All of my niggas rock Margiela, all of my niggas appraised
Walk in that bitch, we just walking inside
We tryna see what’s inside
We tryna see if it’s right
We tryna see what’s the price
Repping that motherfuckin’ Slat
Free my lil nig, get sliced
You try, they will get you dead
Lil boy you selling the Sprite
Lil boy you betta get right
Lil boy, you betta get tight
I hit, you spending the night
Put the lil bitch on the flight
I got the Xans, I got the bands
I put that bitch in the Sprite
I got the dope, I got the dope
I got the shit make you bite
Bando hoe, no light
Bando hoe, get piped
Bando, hoe get right
Bangin’ the hoe, gettin’ right
Bangin’ the hoe, gettin’ right
All of my jeans they tight, all of my jeans they tight
All of my jeans they tight, all of my jeans they tight
All of my niggas they tight
All of my niggas, they tight
Shooting that boy on the sight
Fuck you lil boy, we ain’t tight
Fuck you lil nigga, we ain’t tight
Pussy ass nigga ain’t tight
Look at that nigga, ain’t tight
Pussy ass nigga ain’t tight
Look at that boy ain’t tight
Look at that kid, ain’t tight
Lil nigga ain’t tight
Lil nigga ain’t tight

Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ them motherfuckin’ pills
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ them motherfuckin’ seals
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ that bih in the head
Shawty in love with a geek
I give your hoe a lil deal

[Hook]
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ them motherfuckin’ pills
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ them motherfuckin’ seals
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ that bih in the head
Shawty in love with a geek
I give your hoe a lil deal, she don’t know nothin’ ’bout me

Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – Stranger Things lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch, better believe that I’m a sniper (yeah)
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin’ like bitches
It done started up a epidemic
They don’t make a difference, nigga we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
I’m dope, bitch, comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t)
If I don’t buy her them shoes, I don’t like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to
Think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)

[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalkin’ in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
Guess I’m alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie, but the truth is I’m fuckin’ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it’s supper time and the juice
But I’d rather die than to lose, it’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, try to take me apart
They ain’t ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make ’em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I’ma (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I’m hotter than a fuckin’ sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don’t do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I’m a professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil’ niggas tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ’em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’?
What you utter? Stop stutterin’, what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green ‘rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I’m in trouble then
Shut up ‘fore I spank you for actin’ up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas, ’cause you bad as fuck
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a fuck ’bout they owners
Nigga look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin’ record, that’s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And e’ry motherfuckin’ snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
Seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit talkin’, put the seat down
Joyner, I don’t really feel these niggas
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I’m finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
I’ma show these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I’m the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Ho, you actin’ like a pig, you fuckin’ filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, “I’m guilty”
I said, “Da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga”

[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must have forgot that I’m psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest nigga that I know
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I’m alright (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I’m so sick of niggas
Tellin’ me how I been livin’ my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin’ shoulders now I’m runnin’ over
Every motherfucker who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Ain’t never had the shit in my size
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’
And your bitch keep hittin’ my line
It’s complicated, fuckin’ up with my main bitch
Givin’ it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And I’ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’
So (celebrate)

Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – I Don’t Die lyrics

[Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Mind your motherfuckin’ bid’ness, ain’t nothin’ you gotta see
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?
Yeah, I’m cool but you don’t wanna see that other side of me
And my niggas mobbin’ deep, hoe, I’m a fuckin’ prodigy
I know, I know that you been envy, bitch, it ain’t that hard to see
Don’t you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me
Ain’t no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
Some niggas’ll gon’ chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Hoping that they don’t revive a nigga and bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that’s all right (buck, buck) I don’t die

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
B-b-bad to the bone
Everybody wanna be so motherfuckin’ bad ’til they ass be alone
Now you back in the cold
And I’m laughin’ at every single fact that they don’t want me on half of these songs
It was that from the go, just a bunch of little spoilt fuckin’ bastards
Every single one ’em would laugh at my joke
Niggas pass the Patrón
I think I’ma go and drink it until I pass out in the back of the Rover
Ménage on my mind (ayy) I’ve been on my grind (woo)
Been through so much, sometimes think that God ain’t on my side (yeah)
I cut all my friends off then say y’all ain’t on my vibe
And it’s so much more to life than drinkin’, party all the time, woah
This gon’ last a lifetime (lifetime) no more Mister Nice Guy (Nice Guy)
I text Jaden Smith and told that nigga he a icon (icon)
Don’t get shit fucked up just cause I ain’t got no ice on
Don’t mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should freeze you hoes at night time
I’m like, where the hell you been at? I’ve been doin’ this
Since I was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at
Always in trouble, ’cause I was never learnin’ nothin’
Except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks
All that’s been sleepin’ on me, fuck it, where the bed at?
‘Cause I’ve been strugglin’, tryna be on top of them other niggas
Blind for me, but fuck it, doesn’t mean nothin’
If their music ain’t really cuttin’ it they can hit the g-g-gutter
One day y’all gon see me (see me) I make shy look freaky (freaky)
I make dry look greasy (woo) I make hard look easy (easy)
I remember way back when my momma took my TV, hoe
Now I’m all on TV, hoe (woo)

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Mind yo motherfuckin’ bid’ness, ain’t nothin’ you gotta see
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me?
Yeah, I’m cool but you don’t wanna see that other side of me
I don’t want to hear no sorrys, bitch, fuck your apology
I know, I know that you been envy, damn, it ain’t that hard to see
I don’t wanna get to know you, no please, don’t say hi to me
Ain’t no choice to me but loyalty still means alot to me
Some niggas’ll gon’ chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Hoping that they don’t revive a nigga and bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that’s all right (buck, buck) I don’t die

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
That’s why a nigga ride ’round with a weapon
Better that than me lyin’ on a stretcher
Gunshot (pow, pow, pow!) applyin’ all the pressure
Potato on the chopper, shootin’ through the pillow, blood on the feathers
Rollin’ dice with ya life, all I do is roll 7s (woo)
Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil
Hit a bitch from the back like I don’t know better
Man, I swear to God you better talk to the reverend
Yeah I’m on a weed high, dehydrated
Her booty fuckin’ skin-tight, Levi made it (yeah, yeah)
Yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable
Keep my cards in my pocket, never put ’em on the table (woo)
Leave her bra on the floor, put my dick up on her naval
Do what I say, don’t give me no ultimatum
Ride around or die, get your life taken
Shit, already went half on a baby (buck, buck, buck, buck)
All these broke bitch ass niggas
Tryna tell a real nigga how to really fuckin’ get a bag (woo)
How you fuckin’ 25 with your first car?
I got 10, that’s why them niggas mad (hey)
Why you wanna hate on progress? (Woo)
Why you wanna keep me in the projects? (Jheeze)
Nigga, why you wanna eat off my check? (Hey)
That’s some weird ass shit, you suspect (hey)
That’s a weird ass bitch, don’t trust that (woo)
Shut the hell up, a nigga ain’t done yet (hey)
All these shots, are you niggas havin’ fun yet? (Buck, buck)
I’ma do it by the book so run that (hey)
Take ya bitch, then I ride into sunset (hey)
Layin’ on the Westside, hit Sunset (hey)
Backwoods, you can find me where the skunk at (hey)
Bullet with ya name on it if you want that

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Hoping that they don’t revive a nigga and bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that’s all right (buck, buck) I don’t die

Maroon 5 – Wait lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dirty looks from your mother
Never seen you in a dress that color, no
It’s a special occasion
Not invited, but I’m glad I made it, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Let me apologize
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times
Your love, I don’t wanna lose
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, I’m beggin’ you

[Chorus]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, could you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you

[Verse 2]
Can we talk for a moment?
Got these feelings that I’m tired of holdin’ on
Wasn’t tryna get wasted
I needed more than three or four to say this, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Let me apologize, yeah
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times (all those times)
Your love, I don’t wanna lose
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, I’m begging you

[Chorus]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, could you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you

[Bridge]
You say I’m just another bad guy
You say I’ve done a lot of things I can’t undo
Before you tell me for the last time, yeah
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ you

[Chorus]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, could you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you

Maroon 5 – Who I Am (feat. LunchMoney Lewis) lyrics

[Intro: LunchMoney Lewis]
Hello, is this thing on? My man
See this one goes out to all the lovers
Lovers’ lovers that is
Who spend their nights and days under covers
Girl, the sun could burn out, but you’ll still shine
Aw, yeah

[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
No, don’t ask me if I love you
‘Cause I’m sure as the night is long
And don’t ask me if I need you
‘Cause I’m sure that the time will come

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Oh, oh, hey, baby, this is who I am
I shouldn’t have to say it for you to understand
‘Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand
Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
No, I do ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay

[Verse 2: Adam Levine]
No don’t ask me if I love you
‘Cause I’m sure as the day is gone
And don’t ask me if I stay true
When you know you’re the only one

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Oh, oh, hey, baby, this is who I am
I shouldn’t have to say it for you to understand
‘Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand
Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
No, I do ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay

[Verse 3: LunchMoney Lewis]
Ya
Kiss you, kiss you, kiss you
Hug ya, hug ya, hug ya
Look into your eyes and I see the ocean
I ain’t got no wings, but you got me floating on a cloud
Looking down, it’s emotion
Champagne flutes, everybody toasting
Heart beat fast on this roller coaster
Love you up and down, spin you ’round and ’round
Can you hear me now?

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Oh, oh, hey, baby, this is who I am
I shouldn’t have to say it for you to understand
‘Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand
Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again
Oh, oh, hey, baby, this is who I am
I shouldn’t have to say it for you to understand
‘Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand
Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh, ay
No, I do ooh ooh, ay
Ooh ooh ooh

Maroon 5 – What Lovers Do (feat. SZA) lyrics

[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
Say say say, hey hey now baby
Oh mama, don’t play now baby
Say say say, hey hey now baby
Said let’s get one thing straight now baby

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not?
I’ll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?
You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not?
Been wishin’ for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

[Hook: Adam Levine]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Tryna’ do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Tryna’ do what lovers do (ooh)

[Verse 2: SZA & Adam Levine]
Say say say, hey hey now baby
You gonna make me hit you with that lay down, baby (ohhh)
(Ooh) Say say say, hey hey now baby
You know what I need, out the gate now baby (oh, ohhh)

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not?
I’ll bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?
You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not?
Been wishin’ for you am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

[Hook: Adam Levine & SZA]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Tryna’ do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you (wishin’)
Ooh, ooh
Tryna’ do what lovers do (ooh)

[Refrain: Adam Levine & SZA]
(Hey yeah) What lovers do (oh, ohh)
What lovers do (hmm na na na, hey yeah)
What lovers do (oh, hmm na na na, oh, ohh)

[Bridge: Adam Levine & SZA]
Aren’t we too grown for games?
Aren’t we too grown to play around?
Young enough to chase
But old enough to know better
Are we too grown for changin’?
Are we too grown to mess around?
Ooh and I can’t wait forever baby
Both of us should know better

[Hook: Adam Levine]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Tryna’ do what lovers do (ooh)

[Outro: Adam Levine & SZA]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Tryna’ do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you (you, oh yeah)
Ooh, ooh (ooh)
Tryna’ do what lovers do (tryna’ do what lovers do,ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you (been wishin’ for love)
Ooh, ooh
Tryna’ do what lovers do (do uhh,ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you (tryna’ do)
Ooh, ooh
Tryna’ do what lovers do (ooh)

Maroon 5 – Whiskey (feat. A$AP Rocky) lyrics

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Leaves are fallin’, it’s September
The night came in and made her shiver
I told her she could have my jacket
Wrapped it tight around her shoulders
And I was so young ’til she kissed me
Like a whiskey, like a whiskey

[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
I never knew that love was blind
‘Til I was hers, but she was never mine
Yeah, I was reckless
But I let it burn, I let it burn, yeah
The feelin’, it was bittersweet
Realizin’ I was into deep
She was a lesson
I had to learn, I had to learn, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine]
I used to try to forget her
But now I smile when I remember
Ooh

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Leaves are fallin’ in September
The night came in and made her shiver
I told her she could have my jacket
Wrapped it tight around her shoulders
And I was so young ’til she kissed me
Like a whiskey, like a whiskey
Ooh, like a whiskey, ooh

[Verse 2: Adam Levine]
Would’ve left this world behind
Just to wake up by your side
Every mornin’, I would’ve sold my soul for a lil’ more time
Would’ve waited a thousand nights
If she never said goodbye
I admit that I
Would’ve sold my soul for a little more time
Ooh

[Pre-Chorus: Adam Levine]
I used to try to forget her
But now I smile when I remember

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Leaves are fallin’, it’s September
The night came in and made her shiver
I told her she could have my jacket
Wrapped it tight around her shoulders
And I was so young ’til she kissed me
Like a whiskey, like a whiskey

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
I ain’t like the other Cognacs
Or type of cat that’d never call back
Or lose contact when you runnin’ out of rum and you make a run
(Feelin’ light and dizzy, might be tipsy)
All of that tequila’s a killer, little vodka
Break her off somethin’ proper
Pop a cork and play spin the bottle
(Every time you kiss me, like some whiskey)
Punch drunk love, it’s a fine line
Dom Pérignon, she the fine wine
Someone call 911, I’m runnin’ out of time
She done got off with my heart

[Chorus: Adam Levine & (A$AP Rocky)]
Leaves are fallin’, it’s September (oh)
The night came in and made her shiver
I told her she could have my jacket
Wrapped it tight around her shoulders
And I was so young (so young)
‘Til she kissed me (yeah)
Like a whiskey (yeah)
And I was so young (so young)
‘Til she kissed me
Like a whiskey, like a whiskey

Bumy Goldson – River, Mountain lyrics

[Low 1]
Well, we’ve come so far
Down the river, after stars
The luring mountain now so tall
How we wonder if it was worth it all

[Mid 1]
Years flow down hills and valleys
Around trees and under logs
Our boat has changed many times
While searching among the stars

[High 1]
Our crew has changed many times
With those who seek with us
While some have gone and some are still to come
We know, at least we trust

[Low 2]
Now we face the door
Now across we trace the floor
How we behold this precious gem
Like we once did and hoped we’d feel again

[Mid 2]
Tears flow down cheeks and landing
On the pages we find here
To think how far we have come
And what stayed from all the years

[High 2]
On the mountain top we stand
The wind recalls it all
We sketch our path back to the start
When we hoped we would stand this tall

Khalid – OTW (feat. 6LACK & Ty Dolla $ign) lyrics

[Intro: Khalid]
Na, na, na, na, ooh
Oh, no, oh, ayy

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside, I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the way
You can meet me in five, I’ll be all night, I’ll be a-all day
I’ll be a-all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside, I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the way
You can meet me in five, I’ll be all night, I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 1: Khalid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This the type of shit that you been waiting all year for
Back in town for a minute if you with it (yeah)
Got a lot of time, I just need somewhere to spend it
I just press a button and the top go missing
I kept the slip so you know it’s not rented, yeah, oh, oh
What you wanna do?
Worried ’bout your friends, they saw you this afternoon
I been reading your mind
No fair, but you gotta let me know
I’m all ears and I got a lot of room in my whip
If you wanna take it there, I’m on my way

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside, I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the way
You can meet me in five, I’ll be all night, I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside, I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the way
You can meet me in five, I’ll be all night, I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)
Drop top the Porsche, put that bitch in sport
Out here in the field, oh yeah (yeah), I’m already here, yeah
Come outside, looking like a snack, hurry up, get in, hell yeah (yeah)
Come with me on this mission (ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Riding down the coast (ooh yeah), I want that for sure (ooh yeah)
You say, “Play Khalid” (ooh yeah)
I say, “Pass the weed” (ooh yeah)
Pull up to the crib, oh, said you’ve never been before
Put you in Provocateur, girl, I made you mi amor
You said you left your ex, that dude was always gassy
You said before me, you ain’t never been this happy
You took an L with him and winning ever since (ever since)
You hit my phone, I’m on my way, I cancel plans, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside, I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the way
You can meet me in five, I’ll be all night, I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside, I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the way
You can meet me in five, I’ll be all night, I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

[Verse 3: 6LACK]
You tryna make a move
Tonight I got the time, tell me what you wanna do
Call the squad if you wanna rendezvous
They gon’ push up on it, on it, I only got room for two
From the ‘jects on the set, it’s a Porsche, not a ‘Vette
I confess, I’ma flex, ayy, show some respect
Get away so we can make sense of your life
You was in park but I just put your shit in drive
Now coast like there’s no tomorrow
Moving too fast, I’m hoping to drive slow (yeah)
I don’t want you to wonder where I go
Can learn a lot from this and it’s something that I know

[Chorus: Khalid]
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside, I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the way
You can meet me in five, I’ll be all night, I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day
Put it in drive, I’ll be outside, I’ll be on the way
I’ll be on the way
You can meet me in five, I’ll be all night, I’ll be all day
I’ll be all day

Leslie Walker – Light Of Your Love lyrics

As i walk in the sun
As you walk in the light
Of christen life of a song
With lord Jesus show the way
The fun of lord as my song
Is written by the friend

In your heart with christen
Life of soul with angel of south
As lord spoke the words of love for
My country man who music
In my heart of the rising sun
Of country sound as john
Kneels before the son of god

In light of country song as
I bow with a clean heart with john
As we walk in the light of god
Our lord servant of allulla
As i thank the lord for the country
Song

And music in the wind and sound of
Lord above freely freely john the
Hedge hog and me in the wind of love with cross in hand
Of the allulla song in my heart
Of soul with angel of the south as
Lord spoke the words of love for mans
Music of gospel song with hedge hog john
The love of music in my soul

Meghan Trainor – No Excuses lyrics

[Intro]
Woo!
Huh!

[Verse 1]
What you sippin’ on that got you talking crazy?
Lookin’ at me sideways, always coming at me
Why you, why you acting hard when you just a baby?
Boy, I keep it real with you, but you trying to play me

[Pre-Chorus]
Have you lost your mind?
Open up your eyes
Huh!

[Chorus]
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
There ain’t no excuses, excuses, babe
Someone else
Your mama raised you better than that, huh!

[Verse 2]
What you sippin’ on that got you talking crazy? (Hey!)
Lookin’ at me sideways (Woo!), always coming at me
Why you, why you acting like you never met a lady?
I don’t disrespect you, don’t you disrespect me

[Pre-Chorus]
Have you lost your mind? (lost your mind)
Open up your eyes
Huh!

[Chorus]
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
There ain’t no excuses, excuses, babe
Someone else
Your mama raised you better than that, huh!

[Post-Chorus]
Your mama raised you better than that (that’s right)
‘Cause your mama raised you better than that

[Bridge]
Have you lost your mind?
Open up your eyes (your eyes)
Huh!

[Chorus]
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with (confused me with)
Someone else
You must’ve confused me, confused me with
Someone else
There ain’t no excuses, excuses, babe (no excuses, no, no)
Someone else
Your mama raised you better than that, huh! (how she raise you?)

[Outro]
You must’ve confused me (Hey! Come on), confused me with
Your mama raised you better than, better than that
There ain’t no excuses, excuses, babe
Your mama raised you better than that, huh!
(she raised you better than that)

Warbringer – Jackal lyrics

Born with the soul of a liar
A murderer, bred for the kill
Out from your mouth comes forth nothing but deceit
I want only to see it shut

After what you’ve taken away
There can be no forgiveness
An eye for an eye
Will make the whole world blind

Still I want you to die!
Take back what is mine
Still, I want you to die
Thief who steals life

JACKAL!

You were the hunter, but now I’m hunting you down
You were a sinner, but soon you will sin no more
Cannot escape…I never rest, I never desist
Feel no remorse

You lose! I gain!
From all your suffering
Now your lying tongue has been cut

Deed is finally done
What have I become
Hate, what is myself
Two jackals burning in hell

Playboi Carti – Arm & Leg Lyrics

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase

[Verse]
Fuckin’ that bih in my bed
Fuckin’ that bih in a bed
Lil shawty she wet, shawty get wet in the bed
Niggas they tryin’, until they get checked
These bitches be lyin’, Carti by [?]
Check please
Lil shawty gon’ hop in the jet, lil shawty gon’ [?]
Hop in the bih and I beast
Come to me, beast in the sheets
Fucking that bitch on the beach
This is my coupe, with the lease
Hop in the coupe feel like [?]
All of my niggas eat, we feast
Ballin’ a [?]
Feelin’ like [?]
[?]

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase

[Verse 2]
30,000 bih, on my wrist
Stacking bread, lego shit
Lego bih
Check it out, check it out
Wrist out, bad bitch, polka dot
All these niggas they fallin’ off
All these bitches they fallin’ off
Walk in the building and I feel like the shit
All on my dick
These bitches they say [?] but, young Carti be fuckin these bitiches and these bitches be wet
I smoked [?]
Niggas get killed, nigga got drip

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase

Logic – The Gauntlet Lyrics

[Verse 1: Logic]
Uh
Now who the fuck am I to say that you won’t ever make it?
But the way that you rap, the people just won’t ever take it
I don’t understand why you think you finna live it up
Like a honey on prom night, give it up
There ain’t no way you ‘gon make it man, you need to conform
Stop everything you doin’, start rappin’, and still perform
You think that you really can record then go and perform
All the stupid lyrical shit that you been doin?
Think twice, boy, you never had a shot wit it
Go tighten up your game, Botox wit it
‘Cause we all know, I’m your worst critic
So what you need to do, you need to do wit it
Is stop, drop, roll out and forget it
‘Cause like I said, all those people, they won’t ever ever get it
So listen up man, stop in yo’ tracks
Stop droppin’ tracks and just relax
Now who the fuck am I to say that you wrong, my man?
But it’s untouchable, they way I devise the plan
‘Cause when I’m on it, I’m on it, and homie I ain’t playin’
50/50 like a Gin and Tonic, y’know I’m sayin?
Half emcee, other half listener
Half capturer, and half prisoner
They shit [?] homie, my shit primo flow celsius and y’all twenty below

[Verse 2: Redlineres]
Look, I’m all about passin’, I ain’t got no time to fail
Fellin’ my wrath every time when I spit this hell (yeah)
You a fraud nigga (uh)
You stop playin’ or your life gonna get you in the box, in jail
It ain’t nothing harder than the balls (nah)
My passion and every day will get me far
And no time for real, no time for lames
Start drinkin’ the liquor straight so it can take the pain
I’m on the red line reminiscing on the train
Think positive, and every day, just maintain
You know?

[Verse 3: J-Artz]
Uh, Mr. Johnson, all-star Stockton
Got a couple golden guns, devil hellmarksman
A double kill is needed to prove the skill
Got the eyes out flow, no radar low
I’m a black ho, no escape, let’s go
To the edge of the universe, homie let’s roll
You’re a [?] perfect one, blind spot
[?], blind spot
Metal [?] inject, call me a robojock
Never seen for [?], ’cause I’m [?]
Space travel with no ship, techless
I’m naturally superior to other stage dwellers
Sneak attack, body bag, beacon [?], Goodfella
D.C. clash with this, others can’t [?] with it
Got the [?] force, welcome to the dark abyss

[Verse 4: Steph]
Caught up in a secret society
And the money just ease my anxiety
‘Cause I know, I don’t talk to the lord (uh)
My heart dark for having to endorse such
Pain as youngin’ so to numb it I sip lean
Let the weed fill up my lungs, and pop champagne
‘Til I get sick stomach, just disgusting what we do for a lil’ money
They say, “You gotta change your ways, ’cause the Lord’s comin’”
And I just gotta get paid, the landlord comin’
So I’m like, “Forget God, just cut my check”
Just like a Nike sweatshirt (uh)
Caught up in the rapture, fashion and swagger
Snapback, award shows sharper than a dagger
Polo sweater made the same year that I was born
And hand on the bible to the [?] I was sworn in

BlocBoy JB – Nun Of Dat Lyrics

[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Ha, word
SIMI, load that fuckin’ SIMI
Hey (ha), hey, yeah

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more (what)
Bitch, get me some Glock from the store (go)
You did the set, cool, say no more (no)
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho (word)
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho (ho)
In the air, like a UFO (in the air)
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control (word)
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control (poop control)
Hundred drum up his nose (nose), keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout (word)
I’ma pull up in some drive out (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
It’s a race (ayy, it’s a race)
I can’t hit your blunt ’cause it might just be laced (might be laced)
And I can’t fuck your bitch unless I get some face (I get some face, uh)
I had a worst and mad ho askin’ for favors
I be smokin’ on loud, just woke up the neighbors
I’m in your house like I do your cable
Snitched on your man, boy, you is a trader (word)
Stab a nigga like dominoes on a table
Sunday we pray for senile for saviour
DOA, that’s first degree, can’t save you
I’m totin’ shit like I’m Mater
2017, made the fader
Balling on niggas like Lakers
I call up [?] for a fade up
Chopper will spin you around
360, we getting these waves up
She didn’t want you, so you raped her
Call you a plate cause you ate her
Fuck a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up
She give me head ’til she get her lil’ grades up

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some Glocks from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
We been had your wife, man, we don’t want your bitch (ooh)
You sipping on karo, we sip actavis (chill)
Don’t need no lights for my bust down to hit (huh)
I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (god damn)
Kick a bitch out of my house (ooh)
Kick her ass house because she came with mid (chill)
Me and Bloc just gave your grandma a brick (huh)
Your bitch pussy dirty, it smelling like fish (ooh)
Ooh, we ain’t with none of that, ho (huh)
I don’t drink water, bitch, I only pour fours (yeah)
I be getting like a hundred bands for a show (ooh)
I just smashed eight hoes in a row (chyeah)
Auntie pregnant smoking on dope (damn)
And I got a bad bitch sniffing on coke (huh)
Could of bought a house but I went and bought a boat (boat)
I’m so rich but I still want more (more)
I was on house arrest popping on pills (pills)
Now Lil Pump worth like ten mil’ (yeah)
Got a lot of ice on my chains, it’s real (wow)
Sipping on wok with Dr. Phil (ooh)
Can’t buy a pint if the bitch ain’t sealed (nope)
Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills (yeah)
Try to come in my house, get your ass killed (killed)
I’m on molly, all my pints just spilled (ooh)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some [?] from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

Deafheaven – Baby Blue lyrics

I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever
In the pocket of yesteryear where faults have fallen to some
I begged not to carry the corpse
To not be a queer fish in unforgiving hearts
Unforgiving you
To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism

I wish to be a pauper in kind eyes
To feel the gravel beneath my knees
To wake in a home
To feel the gravel beneath my knees

God had sent my calamity into
A deep space from which not even in dreams
Could I ever imagine my escape

God had sent my calamity into
A deep space from which not even in dreams
Could I ever imagine my escape

[Spoken outro]

Deafheaven – Bedrooms lyrics

[Instrumental]

Deafheaven – Brought To The Water lyrics

Where has my passion gone?
Has it been carried off by some
Lonely driver in a line of fluorescent light?

Has it been blurred together
In ribboned patterns on the night?

Along the stretch of some unnamed plane
We began again

I saw in your face that
We’re the same when we began again

A multiverse of fuchsia
And violet surrenders to blackness now

My world closes its eyes to
Sex and laughter

Deafheaven – Come Back lyrics

Scrawled into the pavement, again and again
Written on the red stalls in smokey tin

On the smokey tin, it melts again and again
On the booths of the round table, again and again

Drug onto the street and onto the soaking steps, again and again
All this debris sifting through static lungs
Seeping, lingering into every pore

Laced with a bitter face near the dawning of the high
And madness of the undertow

We audience who saved our roses
We audience who scoffed at the tears
Ugliness stretching toward the chandelier
Pale with pain

I imagined the overcome and fell to my knees
Before the endless truth of instability and futility
Now I know…

Deafheaven – Daedalus lyrics

Conjugate the spilled verbs; which is best for regret?
Which allows your heavy eyes to sleep?
Where has God gone wrong?
Shake the hand of your deepest fear
Was it not your hero who saw when you wept?
Could you call if you began to weep?
Where has God gone wrong?
Her glassy eyes still feel the warmth
So carry on to seas of bliss
And heal your heart with those you miss
Weighed down by stone doves
Hand in hand through dooms of love

Deafheaven – Dream House lyrics

Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch
The theme in my aching prose
The theme in my aching prose

Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan
Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan
Manhattan

That pour of a bitter red being
That escapes a thin frame
A bitter red being

The rebirth of mutual love
The rebirth of mutual love
The slipping on gloves to lay
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
The slipping on gloves to lay
The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly
The slipping on gloves to lay

Slipping on gloves
Gloves, gloves
Slipping on gloves

“I’m dying.”
– “Is it blissful?”
“It’s like a dream.”
– “I want to dream.”

“I’m dying.”
– “Is it blissful?”
“It’s like a dream.”
– “I want to dream.”
– “I want to dream.”
– “I want to dream.”
– “I want to dream.”

Deafheaven – Exit:Denied lyrics

Choked whines filter through the crack in the window
Where the sun fell through moments ago
And in this hour, the seas blows in the cataracts of his final day
His blessed concussed confusion
His seizing airways
He holds his head wishing for his mother
He takes to the cold
Where has the child gone?
I thought he was anchored to his texts?
His revered studies?
He grew tired of the distant solar systems
And stopped counting his nightly collection of clouds
He smudged the blood of his lover
“We are never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart.”

Deafheaven – Gifts For The Earth lyrics

I imagine the gracious
Benevolent ritual of Death
Grave and porcelain
With baby blue lips and pale pink eyes
Descending toward me
Her glowing hands cradled at my head
And knees submerging me into waves of icy seas

I imagine the end
Then further downward so that I can rest
Cocooned by the heat of the ocean floor
In the dark, my flesh to disintegrate into consumption for the earth

Deafheaven – Irresistible lyrics

[Instrumental]

Deafheaven – Language Games lyrics

We’re still laughing over lore
Still talking about a stream of smoke in the head of a shelter tank, swimmingly bored
Swimming in monotony, swimming in ponds where our knees scrape the bottom
And still, we swallow the surface

We brought our boredom to the lights
Spoiled the city, blind to the ocean
Deaf to the heavens
Carving a shut in symphony with memory’s masturbation

I’ve talked it out
Doomed to be a spoiled child
A pupil in the eyes of forever
I knit the fire, I stared into the mirror
A prisoner to the past
A ghost to the present

Put down your glass Don’t raise a toast to your slaving bloodline now
Come to life
Walk the roads to Judah, tonight [x3]

Deafheaven – Libertine Dissolves lyrics

I married into the fly trap
I sunk into suburban sand
Victimized by restlessness
Blacking out in the lion’s mouth
I laughed at the cigarette stain;
Inhaling black on the blinds
And cried at the digital bulb blasts on the frames of my memory
I am transparent
Denied, segregate from the obvious
Drunk and despairing–sick
“I loved a girl I’ll never speak to again. I spoke to a girl I never stopped loving.”

I am transparent, denied, segregate from the obvious