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All That Remains – The Greatest Generation Lyrics

ALL THAT REMAINSThe Greatest Generation Lyrics
If you’ve been wondering
Just what is made of [?]
A generation unsolved
My father’ father
May God rest his soul
He told me something you should know
You put your shoulder to the wind
I want the reverse
A generation I want
I want one of the greatest, tell me this
At night we fade away
You know I want one to believe us
To leave us
Remember what made us great
Remember what made us great
They talking shitty things
To all the wonders that you see
They did it all to us
You put your shoulder to the wind
You shake your fingers to the bone
I want the reverse
A generation I want
I want one of the greatest, tell me this
At night we fade away
You know I want one to believe us
To leave us
I am forever grateful
I am forever grateful
I’ll make it great this way
Remember what made us great
Remember what made us great
Instrumental
Remember what made us great
Remember what made us great
I want a generation
I want to believe us
To leave us
I want a generation
I want to believe us
To leave us
Remember what made us great
Remember what made us great

Alex Goot – Pretty Eyes Lyrics

ALEX GOOTPretty Eyes Lyrics
Pretty eyes, staring back at me so blue and wide,
The colors of the summer sky, the colors of the world,
If love is blind, why do i see you so clearly now? Perfect vision of our love somehow,
You take over my mind ,
Oh,
Look up into the galaxy tonight,
The stars illuminate the love we make,
(Love we make)
‘Cause you and your pretty eyes,
you keep me alive, keep me alive, (x2)
(Oh, you)
Pretty eyes, you’re the one that keeps up all night,
I know, no one else could make me feel this way,
I want to look up into the milky way tonight,
The sky illuminates the love we make,
The love we make so bright,
‘Cause you and your pretty eyes,
you keep me alive, keep me alive, (x2)
As the moon shines its light on you,
Your pretty eyes they glow,
Tell me that you’ll stay the night,
Just stay a while,
Oh, whoa,
You and your pretty eyes,
You keep me alive, keep me alive,
‘Cause you and your pretty eyes,
you keep me alive, keep me alive

Melvv – Not Me Lyrics (feat. Two Feet)

MELVVNot Me Lyrics (feat. Two Feet)
Yeah, talk for free
I keep falling down when I stand on my feet
Feeling like a clown when I say what I mean
When I say what I mean
Talk for free
I keep falling down when I stand on my feet
Feeling like a clown when I say what I mean
When I say what I mean
I don’t want your words
Nah baby
I don’t want your words
‘Cause I
Feel like I’m falling
While I’m drawing
Plans for the morning
While you’re mourning
Me ’cause I’m leaving
I’m not feeling free
Na-na, not me
Cause I
Feel like I’m falling
While I’m drawing
Plans for the morning
While you’re mourning
Me ’cause I’m leaving
I’m not feeling free
Na-na, not me
Yeah, constantly
Ridiculed by scorn and all your doubts of me
Holding onto dreams you say will never be
You say will never be
Yeah, constantly
Ridiculed by scorn and all your doubts of me
Holding onto dreams you say will never be
You say will never be
I don’t want your words
Nah baby
I don’t want your words
‘Cause I
Feel like I’m falling
While I’m drawing
Plans for the morning
While you’re mourning
Me ’cause I’m leaving
I’m not feeling free
Na-na, not me
Cause I
Feel like I’m falling
While I’m drawing
Plans for the morning
While you’re mourning
Me ’cause I’m leaving
I’m not feeling free
Na-na, not me

Acappella – O Wretched Man Lyrics

I thank God, I thank God
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord
I thank God, I thank God
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord
For the wages of sin, is death
But the gift of God, is eternal life
For the wages of sin, is death
But the gift of God, is eternal life
I thank God (I thank the Lord, I thank the Lord)
I thank God (I thank the Lord, I thank the Lord)
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord (Through His Son, through His Son, Through His Son, through His Son)
I thank God (I thank the Lord, I thank the Lord)
I thank God (I thank the Lord, I thank the Lord)
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord (Through His Son, through His Son, Through His Son, through His Son)
I praise God (I praise the Lord, I praise the Lord)
I praise God (I praise the Lord, I praise the Lord)
For Jesus Christ, our Lord (For His Son, for His Son, For His Son, for His Son)
I praise God (I praise the Lord, I praise the Lord)
I praise God (I praise the Lord, I praise the Lord)
For Jesus Christ, our Lord (For His Son, for His Son, For His Son, for His Son)
Twenty seven fold Amen O wretched man, that I am
Who’ll deliver me, from this body of death? ACAPPELLAO Wretched Man Lyrics
O wretched man, that I am
Who’ll deliver me, from this body of death?

Arlo Guthrie – When A Soldier Makes It Home Lyrics

ARLO GUTHRIEWhen A Soldier Makes It Home Lyrics
words and music by Arlo Guthrie
Halfway around the world tonight
In a strange and foreign land
A soldier packs his memories
As he leaves Afghanistan
And back home they don’t know too much
There’s just no way to tell
I guess you had to be there
For to know that war was hell
Chorus:
And there won’t be any victory parades
For those that’s coming back
They’ll fly them in at midnight
And unload the body sacks
And the living will be walking down
A long and lonely road
Because nobody seems to care these days
When a soldier makes it home
They’ll say it wasn’t easy
Just another job well done
As the government in Kabul falls
To the sounds of rebel guns
And the faces of the comrades
Being blown out of the sky
Leaves you bitter with the feeling
That they didn’t have to die
Chorus
Halfway around the world tonight
In a strange and foreign land
A soldier unpacks memories
That he saved from Vietnam
Back home they didn’t know too much
There was just no way to tell
I guess you had to be there
For to know that war was hell
And there wasn’t any big parades
For those that made it back
They flew them in at midnight
And unloaded all the sacks
And the living were left walking down
A long and lonely road
Because nobody seemed to care back then
When a soldier made it home
The night is coming quickly
And the stars are on their way
As I stare into the evening
Looking for the words to say
That I saw the lonely soldier
Just a boy that’s far from home
And I saw that I was just like him
While upon this earth I roam
And there may not be any big parades
If I ever make it back
As I come home under cover
Through a world that can’t keep track
Of the heroes who have fallen
Let alone the ones who won’t
Which is why nobody seems to care
When a soldier makes it home

Neck Deep – Motion Sickness

[Verse 1]
It’s time to kick the habit, I’m coming clean
It’s been a hell of a ride but it’s all caught up with me
And now I’m off track
Feel like I’m right back where I started
Sat on the kitchen floor all alone talking to a ghost
About where we go when we go
He said, “Life is the great unknown”
Better jump, better run and…
[Chorus]
Don’t stop now
Though the motion sickness has you spinning out
Cause you’re on your way
Oh my friend, just look how far you’ve come
And think twice before you go and throw it all away
[Verse 2]
Between the peace and panic
I can’t break up the static
I need a cleaner frequency
I frequently burn out and vanish
I’m on another planet
There’s just no getting through to me
But then I find myself in bed
Lost inside my head again
Running over everything
The voices, they are deafening
Out from the noise
I hear that familiar voice
He says “Life is the great unknown”
Better jump, better run, better go
Better jump, run

[Chorus]
Don’t stop now
Though the motion sickness has you spinning out
Cause you’re on your way
Oh my friend, just look how far you’ve come
And think twice before you go and throw (throw!) it all away
[Bridge]
Cause you’re on your way
(You’re on your way)
Cause you’re on your way
Cause you’re on your way
[Chorus]
Don’t stop now
Though the motion sickness has you spinning out
Cause you’re on your way
Oh my friend, just look how far you’ve come
And think twice before you go and throw (throw!) it all away
[Outro]
Before you throw it all away
Before you throw it all away

French Montana – No Pressure (feat. Future) (Jungle Rules Album)

the feds, yeah
Countin’ ’til your thumb numb, hell yeah
Printin’ like a money presser, hell yeah
You can smell the fragrance in the air, yeah
Put you in the loop, I make my own laws
Last six summers, we had no falls
And we still stashin’ hundreds in the brick walls
Paid my dog commissary almost no cost
[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no

[Verse 3: French Montana & Future]
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin’ for me
Ain’t gon’ say no names, probably lookin’ for me
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too
Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too
Ain’t gon’ say no names, he a robber, too
[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure I got that one time for the dope heads
The people love the streets vs. You can get it if you wanna learn your lesson

[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
[Verse 2: Future]
Became friends with a dope head (dope head)
To be inside the mind of a dope head
How many crimes in a dope head? [Intro: Future]
Choppa Choppa blang, he a coppa too
Ain’t gonna say no names, he a rapper too
[Chorus: French Montana]
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no pressure
You don’t want no pressure, you don’t want no
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Hoppin’ out foreign cars, 40 deep
Hundred thou’ blowin’ that in AOD
And that’s why I’m the best, fuck with me
‘Cause a nigga flip flop like he standin’ on the beach
Hoppin’ up stage, got my diamonds, dirty dancin’
You know I work dirty, got ’em higher than a parasail
Tell my other bitch I’m on my other bitch, yeah
I just do that shit to make my other bitch jealous
40 in the kitchen and then he whippin’ up the dressin’
Every time you call, I be like, look, hold on, don’t stress me
You know I tuck the 9, like a motherfuckin’ ferris wheel
You want it?

French Montana – Migo Montana (feat. Quavo) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Quavo & French Montana]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Shawty get me in a mood
Blew a ‘hunnid on that ooh
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
Getting that paper all I do
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We got London on da Track
I heard shawty got that, ooh
[Bridge: French Montana]
Yeah, ayy
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana
Hop off Yacht, got Wraith on crew
Never trip off bitch, bitch no juice
Smoking on that La-La
Blue dot, ’till I move
You can bet your last dollar on us, we won’t lose (we won’t)
Team full of winners
Came from the trenches
From the crates now we floor seats right by the benches
Shooters hop out, mask on, Derrick Rose
I made a mill’ off a trap phone
Fucking so good she won’t leave me alone
[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (smash)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)

[Bridge: French Montana]
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, my baby, don’t leave me
That’s my hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That’s my hoe, my ice full of P’s
That’s my hoe, that’s my coupe, European
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
California life, I got what you need
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
That’s my hoe, shawty go bend it over
That’s my hoe, baby, go bend it over
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Look at my diamonds dancing (ayy)
Look at the bitches panic (yup)
Young nigga trappin’ out the mansion (trap)
I’m higher than the Grand Canyon (high)
You know I’m walking with the cannon (graah)
I got Dakota Fanning (white)
I’m balling shoulda played with Kansas (ball)
But I taught her how to get the Benj’s (ayy)
Call up all my homies, they ‘gon ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
I put the work in the trunk, in the car, she ride for me (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my bitches got bitches on bitches
None of my niggas, no snitching, no snitching (nah)
Hit a lick, quarter mill’ in a cell
I taught her how to get the money, she killed it

[Hook: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (ayy)
We made a mill’ off a trap phone (trap)
And we got the key to the streets (key)
We got your hoe on a leash (your hoe)
And I told her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
I taught her how to get money (money)
[Outro: Quavo]
We made a mill’ off a trap phone

French Montana – Bag (feat. Ziico Niico) (Jungle Rules Album)

(shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Runnin’ through New York with a strap (that’s a fact)
‘Cause we comin’ for they head, not they chaps (that’s a fact)
Zack runnin’ through a chap
Bub runnin’ through a chap
Killer runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Hank runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Mitch runnin’ through a chap (that’s my nigga)
Y’all wonder what it’s at
I know I see Max one day
R.I.P Chinx, gun play
Make you backflip, like the front brake
Finna rule, live someday
Chop a bubble like bath water
See the red dots like a camcorder
Fuck on a jet, that’s air hoe
Came with the TEC, air horn

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh) (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (the face)
Then she get the bread at the trash (that’s the stash)
Runnin’ to that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ to that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be goin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
I smack her ass like that (that)
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? (shake it)
Only want the head if she trashed (that’s the face)
Then she get the bread in the trash (that’s the stash)
Run, ru-ru-runnin’ for that bag (woah-woah)
Me and my niggas comin’ for that bag (yeah-yeah)
We be drummin’ for that bag (oh-oh)
Don’t play, we go drummin’ for that bag (boh-boh)
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Ay, two mansions in the Hamptons
Money longer than the Ave’
30 cars on the alley
30 mill’s in the valley
Came from the bottom, watch what I do
You bunch of internet thugs, Yahoo
You got a buzz, I’m the whole field
Ask your bitch, I’m a dope deal
Try to book me for my watch
I’ll book ’em for a show, let his mama watch
Call the coroner and call the pastor
And grab a casket, my chest christens in the laughter
Talk about New York, big mistake
Got the bank and I ain’t fit (that’s a stash)
Bet a mill’ and I ain’t riggin’
On the large, get a Minaj, ain’t Nicki

[Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash? [Chorus: Ziico Niico & French Montana]
I slap her ass then I dab
Baby, would you shake it for some cash?

French Montana – Bring Dem Things (feat. Pharrell) (Jungle Rules Album)

Skateboard! La Musica de Harry Fraud
Skate on these niggas
[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Mane, you don’t wanna fuck with them bro
Oh you high and they shooting, better get low
Extort ’em, you ain’t go no friends, oh
They’ll be fucking with that ass like a nympho
Chanel scarf like rainbow barf
$1000 sip nigga, this ain’t yo’ cloth
You ain’t dripping nigga, that ain’t no sauce
I can see the noodles, that shit made for poodles
I’m thinking ’bout the LaFerrari coupe
1.8, the option is the roof
Greens is a secret to the youth
Your goals are malnourished nigga, please spit the juice
Y’all be Bape and I be human-made and
Y’all be aping, I’m Richard Mille nation
No diamonds, just turn beyond facing
With gears and sprockets with the sapphire casing

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
[Verse 2: French Montana]
Here’s a little story about a kid from Morocco
Had to show Carlito I was Benny Blanco
Check it out, ra-raindrop, offset
Fuck a plug, we the outlet
Child put me in a box, I’m in the box office
All the rocks made shawty blow my socks off
Coke boy white, Mac Miller, Reggie Miller
Shoot to kill her, canary quarterback , Steelers
White villa from crack dealing
Cîroc French Vanilla, garage like a dealer
I kill ’em softly, Lauryn Hill ’em
Get above ’em, crib Calabasas on the hill, I
Had ’em on a needle, 45 plate
Beatles wore revolvers on the red carpet
Alcatraz bars, crash cars
Ain’t no future in fronting, my homie rip yo mask off

[Chorus: Kid Daytona]
When I pull up they notice me
Come and talk to me like Jodeci
But don’t you be too close to me
Them goons you see, let it go for me
I bring them things, I bring them things
I call the plug (hello?) he bring them things
Mucho bitches, I bring them tings
Looking so expensive, rings and things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things
I bring them things [Intro: Pharrell Williams, French Montana, & Harry Fraud]
Montana
I be like, nice P, you know
What up P?

French Montana – Hotel Bathroom (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro]
Off top, baby
[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon’ lie, I can’t wait
[Verse 1]
Hotel Cabana
AOD, hunnid dancers
GG on the Phantom
South Beach, condo
Free life
Free Max B for one night
Wait for it, hang tight
Everything go
Naked bitches
Everything goes
Dip in that Ghost
Ra-ra, kill that noise
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t gon lie, I can’t wait
[Verse 2]
Whip the white with my closed eyes
Flip two or three to that four, five
She was the brain to my story
Her baby daddy was boring
Motel 6
We fucked in the bathroom, Motel 6
Don’t tell this
But you ain’t no motel bitch
Do right, be right there like you Spike
Court side seats like
Take a break, cigarette smoke, yeah
Hit it one time and you can’t feel your toes

[Hook]
Hotel bathroom
Hotel bathroom
Smoking in the bathroom
To the hotel bathroom
Hotel couch, fucking on the hotel couch
Hotel bathroom
Fuck you on the hotel bed
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
[Outro]
On the hotel floor
On the hotel floor
In the hotel shower
In the hotel bed
In the hotel shower
In the hotel
[Hook]
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait
Yeah, baby
Up and down it feels like
Heaven must feel so light
Ain’t ‘gon lie, I can’t wait

Hotel bathroom

French Montana – Jump (feat. Travis Scott) (Jungle Rules Album)

Aye, Trav
This one for the wave culture (woooo!)
So prolific, yeah
If they talking ’bout ballin’
We jumping out the gym, baby! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeahhh.(jump)
I jump all day, (straight up), yeah
I jump all day
I jump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (skrrt)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump, all day. I’d rather go fight off the devil
Spend another night in this hell
A*s and titties by the several
Bout to take it up another level
Bout to juuump out on the tropics
With my d*ck out, everybody watching
Running and they ain’t ‘gon stop me
Only way I solve all my problems
‘Bout to go drive my Diablo
Grab the stick and wheel with my eyes closed
All up in yo phone, f*cking on my model
On the narcos, feel like Pablo
Got my first chain, was rose golden
White b*tches on me like I’m Kobe
Turn my jewellery to my trainer
Tell em “ice me,” ’cause I’m swollen. with the chemist, ah
I’ve been tweakin’ off the pills with a stick .. and some ‘Yac when I ride through that motherf*cker
Once some good niggas slipping to these hatin’ a*s niggas
So I ain’t playin’ I just (gunshot), graah
Pull up to the rock versuri-lyrics.info
Grab that Filipina, look up at my Opp, way up
Hot, got ice on my hand
Me and Trav juuump out, we ain’t gonna drop the top off, damn
Yeahhh! I juuump all day
I juuump all day
I juuump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (drop top)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside (straight up)
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump all dayyy. I jump all day
I jump all day, yeah
I drop my top when we outside (drop top)
Once I go live, we all go live
juuump, juuump, juuump all day (straight up)
I juuump all day, I juuump all day (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I drop my top, I go outside (straight up)
Once I’m live we all go live (it’s lit)
juuump, juuump, juuump all day. Foreign cars ain’t rented
Drop tops, juuump in it
Hit it, top down, gang with me
Throwing up five cities
Trapping through the boost phone, buying those minutes
Me and Trav in that four, running through limits
f*cking with your boy, man sky ain’t the limit
Now Sky-Dweller OG five ..

French Montana – A Lie (feat. The Weeknd & Max B) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Max B & French Montana]
Uh, Boss Don shit
(Coke Boy, baby)
Thought I’d have a little fun with it
Montana, ow
You know what it is when you hear that, haaaaan
Yep, we gon’ get it in, baby
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Oh, yeah, baby, yeah
You bring it back in, skrrt, skrrt
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Shawty in the way, got the mothafuckin’ fix, yeah
Sippin’ all day got me leanin’ off the kickstand
House on my neck, ‘nother house on my wristband
Girls really love me like a mothafuckin’ six pack
No time for restin’ (restin’)
My life’s a mess, end up bein’ a fuckin’ legend (legend)
An icon, tryna cement it (‘ment it)
I’m treatin’ every year like it’s game 7 (game 7)
I feel like problems in my city been deaded (deaded)
I feel like me and my niggas are unthreatened (threatened)
My new girl hate it when I’m always spendin’ (all the time)
I guess I gotta get used to it ’cause my ex is
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
But it’s true, though (but it’s true, though)
I’m in the cold, rep the north like I’m Trudeau (yeah)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
Yeah it’s true, though (true, though)
My heart cold but it really beat for you, though

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (skrrt, skrrt)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)
[Verse 2: French Montana & The Weeknd]
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It, it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
I hope the box don’t spread like the rumors
Sad, but it’s true, though (it’s true, though)
It’s true, though (it’s true, though)
We was bite down, now we true’d up (a lie)
She, she say the baby mine’s, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
If I ain’t the hottest in the city, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
School, teach you how to read the lines (read the lines)
In these streets, gotta read between the lines
Room, room full of ether clouds, you don’t want no smoke
‘Fore, ‘fore I choke, baby, I’ma choke ’em from their choker (yeah)
Only the red in my eyes see where you come from
We, we the gang, either you run with or run from
I, I’m the head, rockin’ bet it’s re-up in the sock
Me, me and Max hit the block like Karl Malone, Stockton
And if I ain’t the new Chapo, that’s a lie (that’s a lie)
And if he try and tell you we gon’ stop, that’s a lie

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
A lie, a lie, a lie, a lie
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)
[Verse 3: Max B]
I got in a little too, baby, so come and play
Daddy’ll pay the cab, maybe stay for a day
Knowin’ I gotta make
Bitches, they call me whore, son, more buns
Mami bent over for hum
Give her, what she want and let her get it good
Put it on her tongue
Told me, "Tell me, boy, you gotta get
Fix me with a lot of dick
Hit me with a lot of kick
Show me you the man"
Bustin’ quickies and dippin’
That be somethin’ I can’t stand
Other plans, baby, had of late
Tried to put me in a twirl like the Cheerio
I ain’t talkin’ cereal
Put me in a video, I can make a wave
Baby girl, comin’ home and you can’t stay, oww

[Chorus: The Weeknd & French Montana]
Ooh, he do it better, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
He at my level, that’s a lie (that’s a lie, yeah)
A hundred thousand for the times, yeah
They fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie, ooh, yeah
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
A lie, a lie, a lie (a lie) (that’s a lie)
All of my homies gonna shine (gonna shine)
You fuckin’ with us, that’s a lie (yeah)

French Montana – Trippin (Jungle Rules Album)

Baby, anyway
Just stories ’bout things I do
Show you, girl, it was all for you
Had hoes in the hotel room
Never knew we would make that news
I’m too good with social cues
Left out ‘fore I had a chance to choose
Know you’re him, what would have that been? [Verse 1]
Started off with a simple twist of fate
Boyfriend gonna come catch my fade
Mama said, "Come on, it’s gettin’ late"
Tell that woman she gots to wait
Find somethin’ worth fightin’ for
If you ain’t gonna get them drawers
If you lose, gonna catch a case
Did you go too far? That’s somethin’ my pride cannot lose
Too much on the way I feel
Trick myself to believe it’s real
Trick too much for the sex and feel
When I get a mil’ I’ma spend it all on real
I’ma spend it all on feels, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
Ooh, I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
I’m just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Just drippin’ on a bitch
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

[Verse 2]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
And if I’m lyin’, I’m flyin’, heart of a lion
Got the future on the hide, my hotel, I hide
I hope you’re stayin’ by
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
You need me for the game, game, oh
You need me for the game, for the game, oh
I need you for five, I need you for five
You need me, I’m the plug to the life that you desire
[Chorus]
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on you, bitch
Trippin’, no
I ain’t trippin’ on one thing
And I ain’t gon’ slip
And I ain’t trippin’ on one thing

[Outro]
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’, I ain’t trippin’, baby
I ain’t trippin’ on a bitch

French Montana – Unforgettable (feat. Swae Lee) (Jungle Rules Album)

I had enough convo for 24
I peep’d you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin’ like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? A fuckin’ good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it’s not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I’m so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Feelin’ like I’m fresh out; Boosie
If they want the drama, got the Uzi
Ship the whole crew to the cruise ship
Doin’ shit you don’t even see in movies
Ride with me, ride with me, boss
I got a hard head, but her ass soft
She want the last name with the ring on it
‘Cause I pulled out a million cash, told her plank on it

[Bridge: Swae Lee & French Montana]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the ‘cuzi
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
It’s not good enough for me
Since I’ve been with you, ooh
I’m gonna sip on this drink, when I’m fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I’m gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy? A fuckin’ good time never hurt nobody
I got a little drink, but it’s not Bacardi
If you loved the girl, then I’m so, so sorry
I gotta give it to her like we in a marriage
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

[Verse 2: French Montana]
You ain’t enough for me
Too much for you alone
Baby, go and grab some bad bitches, bring ’em home
Know the jet’s on me
I’ma curve my best for you, you know
So pick up that dress for me
Leave the rest on
Too much convo for 24 hours
When you stand next to 24 karats
She left her man at home
She don’t love him no more
I want your mind and your body
Don’t mind nobody
So, you don’t ever hurt nobody
Baby girl, work your body, work your body
[Bridge: Swae Lee & French Montana]
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone
Now you wanna choose
Just pop the bubbly in the ‘cuzi
Why not? [Chorus: Swae Lee]
It’s not good enough for me
Since I’ve been with you, ooh
It’s not gonna work for you
Nobody can equal me (I know)
I’m gonna sip on this drink, when I’m fucked up
I should know how to pick up
I’m gonna catch the rhythm
While she push up against me, ooh, is she tipsy? I had enough convo for 24
I peep’d you from across the room
Pretty little body, dancin’ like GoGo, hey
And you are unforgettable
I need to get you alone (oeh)
Why not? [Outro: Swae Lee]
Oh, like we in a hurry
No, no, I won’t tell nobody
You’re on your level too
Tryna do what lovers do

French Montana – Whiskey Eyes (feat. Chinx) (Jungle Rules Album)

[Intro: Chinx]
We cannot deal anybody else
(Rock party)
We cannot deal with what anybody else is sayin’
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
1, 2, 3
I’m a mothafuckin’ coke boy
[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
[Verse 1: French Montana]
Yo, Montana
Ayy, hit the game, put the wave in it
Go, go on tap your veins, put the needle in it
I-I snatch you by your head like an eagle did it
Shootout with the police like Siegel did it
Middle of the streets like The Beatles did it
Can’t be in it when you leave, or they leave you in it
Ev-Everything that’s gold ain’t wood and glue
I seen killers fold for certain killas
Have your money right when the law costs
I seen my favorite rappers turn to cornballs
The best thing I did was let that pain hurt my feelings
(Turn the pain into music)
Turn the music into millions, haaan
Got jerked my first deal, and I told ’em "Suck a dick"
Once I made my first mil’, I told them "Fuck a brick"
Brick, brick by brick, ’til it’s empire
L-l-lick by lick, gone a sleepwire
Had to learn taxes, help you relax
If you don’t own your masters, your classes turn to ashes
So hit the round table, count it all up
Or get the brown bag, count it all up
Call the bad bitches, round ’em all up
Come the first, we can count it all up
Millionaire bitches, hit the mall up
(International superstar)

[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do
[Verse 2: French Montana]
They said kill ’em with success, toe tag ya up
N-n-name a Hollywood bitch I ain’t rag up
P-p-promise, the pressure turn to diamonds
The karma turn to commas
If the block told you eye to eye
Seeing dreams in a bottle
The other son of Pablo
Trips out to Cabo, D.C. with a model
This Tammy from Miami, put her face on the white like Sosa
Come and get a close up
I’m on the post like the power forward
From the hoodies to the Tom Ford
Big up, f-for the stick up
They wanted me to hiccup
I copped the Bent’ over sticker
About to come and pick your chick up
Gladiator theme music with Casino suits
Godfather trilogy, Al Pacino shootin’
This that Benny Blanco ‘fore he killed Carlito
This that Larry Davis before he caught that Rico
Them calm streets, Teflon fleek
In the jungle, while you holdin’ hands in Palm Beach
We was climbin’ fences, we was playin’ benches
One time for my bitches, naked on the trenches
European boots, European suits
African diamonds, my niggas shinin’
My nigga Chinx son became my own son
The block where I’m from, you need your own gun

[Verse 3: Chinx]
Devil held me up, figured that I’d convert to God
Took my ground from the pavement and aimed it at the stars
Swag drippin’ by the liter, four ounce of purp’
The game ain’t for the weak, go and play the church
Off the Mary Jane, pills, syrup, thick smoke, coughing
Ridin’ on these suckas that opposed it
Ballin’, took the whistle from the ref and made my own calls
From the pens, got my homie on the phone call
No work, money goes under the mattress only
Hands clean, got some youngins that’ll back it for me
Really skatin’ budget, conflict diamonds only
Made my vow to the game, boy, that’s matrimony
[Chorus]
You lured me in with those whiskey eyes
You tell me things, I know they’re all lies
I’ll fall, I’ll fall for you
And there’s nothin’ I can’t do

Dillon Francis – Say Less (feat. G-Eazy)

Isabella? Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less
Sheesh, what you sayin’? Yes on yes on yes on yes
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less Isa- uh, forget it
That’s like a week ago
But we both know how weekends go
Tryna function, got some places we could go
Lock jaw got me speakin slow like yeah
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck? Yeah
Young Gerald, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dylon, Dylon with the boom pow
Every week now I switch to a new style
Two 12’s in the back just blew out
Everything I do end up in the news now
Leave the club with a few now
Just some Hollywood girls and they do chow
I’m drunk, I’m drunk in the mood now
2 AM, what you wanna do now? Nate Dogg shit is too true
And you know what I’m down for
Round 2, Round 3 into Round 4
Mood switched when she knocked at the front door
Next up was the uproar, yeah
Was like a week ago, but we both know how weekends go
Tryna tuck off got some places we could go
Swear she got the deepest throat like wow
She’s blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck? I don’t understand
Goddamn, I’m out my mind, I popped another Xan
Sheesh, I swear this lock jaw got me stuttering
Goddamn, girl, you so fine, I’d fall in love again
Sheesh, gettin’ faded is my favorite rush
Goddamn, you talkative, ain’t gotta say too much
Be quiet, who got some grapes? (What you wanna do now?)
Look baby, pass the Stella
Don’t spill on me, that’s Margiela
Got this Oakland game to tell her
Goddamn, she look familiar
Think we hooked up at Coachella
What’s her name? I’m tryna roll some trees
Goddamn, uppers and downers, I’m off both of these
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
Too sedated, no conversation
Gettin’ faded, not complicated
We too sedated, no conversation
Please say less
Please say less
Please say less
I’m blessed on blessed
I don’t GAFOS
You tryna fuck? Yes on yes on yes on yes! Yes on yes on yes on yes
Say less
Say less
You ain’t got
You ain’t got
You, you, you ain’t got
Say less (yeah)
Say less
Ay girl, what it do do
If you got friends, cool bring a few through
No fun if the homies can’t have none
R.I.P.

Majid Jordan – One I Want (feat. Partynextdoor)

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fifty bands later you the one I want
Hundred bands later you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I want
Two hundred bands baby you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
[Verse 1: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I, I got it now, yeah yeah, got it now
I prayed for 50’s but now I throw 100’s now
At first you was likey likey now you love it now
First I was touchy touchy now I’m touching down (oh oh oh, oh)
I don’t think they understand
I don’t think they understand
I don’t tell em bout our plans (no oh oh, oh)
Don’t tell left about the right hand
Don’t show your colors unless its vibrant
All real bitches move in silence
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Fifty bands later you the one I want
Hundred bands later you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I want
Two hundred bands baby you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
[Verse 2: Majid]
Used to bus to class
Now I’m on first class
Champagne in my glass (oh woah oh)
Look at what we did
Young and restless with
Millions here to spend
On the late show
Ready now
Yeah yeah they love me now
They hit me up but I give em the run around
Girl you too heated I thought that I told ya to simmer down
She wants to know if I’m ready I’m ready to see her now
Why would I say no? I say I’m close
I’ll let you know
So let me come by and love me down down down down
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Majid]
‘Cause even fifty bands later you the one I want
Hundred bands later you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hundred and fifty bands later you the one I want
Two hundred bands baby you the one I want
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)

Wizkid – Sweet Love (Sounds From The Other Side Album)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
All I need is one love
All I need is your love, yeah
Sweet love, baby, yeah
All I need is your love, yeah
Yeah
Baby girl nobody afii know (afii know)
Baby girl watin concern them
Baby girl keep it on de low (on de low)
Baby girl nothing concern them
E ma lo go e ma lo fara we mi oh
E ma lo fara we baby mi oh
E ma lo iso kuso saye mi oh
E fimisile de ku sha ye mi oh
Sweet love, oh
Give me sweet love, oh
Give me my love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Give me sweet love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love, yeah
Give me my love, my love
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Toba ba oni shakara pade
Pa’shan toh ma fi na eh oh
Oje loun jeh
Kilon se je, shakara olo’je ni
Toba ba oni shakara pade
Pa’shan toh ma fi na eh oh
Oje loun jeh
Kilon se je, shakara olo’je ni
Shakara baby
Would you hold me
Would you hold me please
Shakara, shakara baby
Come and touch me
Baby make me feel, yeah
Sweet love, oh
Give me sweet love, oh
Give me my love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love
Give me sweet love, yeah
Come give me some sweet love, yeah
Give me my love, my love
Come give me some sweet love
Come give me some sweet love

Mura Masa – Blu (feat. Damon Albarn) (Mura Masa Album)

[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love
[Verse 1]
I can’t get you out my mind
You send me pictures
I ain’t calling crisis
You send the pictures
[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love
[Verse 2]
If your harp is charged and loaded
Wait for time to come
It might take you to Rome
It’s all about religion
It’s all about constructing the chemical reliance on
[Chorus]
You don’t seem to understand me when I say I’m feeling blu love
Blu love
When you touch me in that way, I just don’t know what to do, love
I’m so in love