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Jonathan Davis – Final Days

Alarming in this residence
Destroying all these places in my mind
We’re living in our final days
We’re bombing all the places left to hide

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – Everyone

I’ve got
Live the life of the priest and the God
At the cries of the church [??]
That is left to [??]

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – Happiness

Yeah, whenever there for me
And now, they only have to tear me down
Yeah, you take the best of me
It’s gone, my happiness is ever last

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – Walk On By

I’m walking on the dark side,
I can’t get away
I’m burning with desire
Heads to [??]
Feelings of hopelessness can call me everyday
Yeah, I walk on by, walk on by

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – Your God

Your eyes don’t wanna be
Your God has a better name

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – The secret

Crying out at night
It’s not about what’s wrong
The secret’s just left outside to hide
As its life goes on
I can’t hold on
And I feel like I can’t ever get out for it

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – Basic needs

I don’t feel hunger
I don’t need air
There’s blood in my veins
Cause I know you are there
I don’t need shelter
Nothing at all
No reason I’m here
Don’t you know that you’re wrong?
You’re my basic needs

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – Medicate

Come on, run away with me
For now ’cause it don’t last
Come on, run away with me
Let’s run, from my past
Lies come to past
Builds all around me
Nothing ever lasts
I medicate everyday
To make it go away

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – Please Tell Me

Oh, please tell me
What the fuck is going on
What the fuck is going on
You keep me making on
I just wanna get on
What wrong?

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – What you believe

What you believe is you’re really done
What you are seeing is what you giving
I don’t need anyone from above to tell me what to do
I’m gonna do what I’m gonna do

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – Gender

Can I wear your skin?
Can I have it now?
Such a perfect sow
And I wanna take it from ya, take it from ya, take it from ya
Take it from ya, take it from ya

[Teaser single]

Jonathan Davis – What it is

What it is, what it is
You don’t know how to live with
What it is, what it is, what it is
May seem impossible
But I, I, I will embrace you in the end
Get up, and that’s what it is

[Teaser single]

Jay Critch – Back From London Lyrics

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
I’ma block her if she keep calling
Huh, Rich Forever, still balling
Maybach is [?]
BK that’s Jay Critch
I was broke, got a broke wrist
Hundred bands now I ice it

Bentley truck just me and Rich
Hundred bands gotta make it flip
I’m the man and she notice it
I got money now she can’t get over it

Huh niggas that hated, we balling
Pull up Bugatti, I’m sorry
I drop a dub on a ring
She want Chanel and Céline

She want Chanel and a ring
But she cannot get a thing
Rich Forever bitch I ball like the ref
She in the back of the ‘bach with Dex
Jugging up packs on packs, who next?
I need the racks on racks to flex
Call up my shooter he at your neck
I get the moolah, I fuck the rest

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

[Verse 2: Jay Critch & Rich The kid]
Aye green cabbage gotta have it
Aye smoking jattic, living lavish
My bitch ain’t average, rockstar Zoe Kravitz
She seen the fabric Goyard, let me smash it

I’ma smash it, attack it, pass it
I’m bending the bitch over backwards
Rolling with too many bankrolls, hundos
I ran them up for the blue notes

Walk around with the green on me, like Rondo
Too much money that it can’t fold
Justo just got a elbow

Cash it, Rack it
Aye 50K on a back end

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Just got back from London
You know how I’m bomin’
Balenciagas on me
Bank rolls coming

Aye cookie by the onion
Turn nothing into something
Aye Fendi, Masi, stunting
Lotta blue cheese coming

Blue cheese on the way though
I was fucking up a bank roll
Turn nothing into something
I was broke now I’m stunting

Twelve watching gotta lay low
Blow the racks like play doh
I was broke man I couldn’t afford it
Nowadays I pull up in a foreign

Taylor Girlz – Problems with me Lyrics

[Intro]
What’s up boy
What up boy
Woo, Doo-Doo, Doo-Doo
Just gotta set the tone

[Chrous]
These hoes got problems with me (Problems with me)
Gucci straight falling on me (On me)
Prada’s on feet (Feet)
I don’t carry on with no beef (On with no beef)
I got people countin on me (Countin on me)

[Verse 1: Daysha]
I ain’t gonna sit here and argue with ya
I ain’t got time for that stupid shit
I wake up everyday with a point to prove
Ion really fuck with no lame niggas
Fake niggas wake and bake niggas
One thing i hate is some lazy hoes
Respect last longer than a check nigga
I ain’t have no handouts (Nope)
A bitch stay 10 toes down (Down)
Nigga ran off with my style (Style)
Made my mama then proud (Proud)
A bitch said she like my style (I know)
Ran up on your grounds (Bitch)
You don’t own your shit you borrow (No, no, no)
And i ain’t got time for no hoes
Yeah bitch you sorrow

[Pre-Chrous]
These hoes got problem with me (Problems with me)
Gucci straight falling on me (On me)
Prada’s on feet (Feet)
I don’t carry on with no beef (On with no beef)
I got people countin on me (Countin on me)

[Verse 2: TI]
First things first when i started this rappin shit none of y’all wasn’t even rappin (Stop playing)
Bitch i was laughing in fashion
When yo shit ain’t happen
Don’t make me get on your shit
And my ex keep on calling cause he want some conversation (What)
Im in relation
I don’t give a fuck what another nigga gotta say if ain’t my bae (Bitch)
What i look like arguing with somebody who don’t even make the same pay (Punk ass)
The same ones talking about ya be the same ones that turn around and as for a fav (What you need)
Everyone that doubted me now they working 9 to 5 like a slave (Slave)
I’m getting paid (Paid)
I’m dripping on drake’s (Drake’s) gettin more topping then cakes (AHHHHHH)

[Pre-Chrous]
These hoes got problems with me (Problems with me)
Gucci straight falling on me (On me)
Prada’s on feet (Feet)
I don’t carry with no beef (On with no beef)
I got people countin on me (Countin on me)

[Outro]
These hoes got problems with me (With me, With me)
Problems with me (With me)
Problems with me (With me)
These hoes got problems with me (Look at me, Look at me)
Problems with me (Look at me, Theses hoes)

Jacquees – This Time I’m Serious Lyrics

[Hook]
Got that right
Got that right
Got that right
Swerve in your lane, got that right away
Baby girl call I hit her right away (I do)
No more talk, I need mine today
No more talk, I need mine today
Try to compare it’s like night and day
If I’m far away she gone find a way
To this, drip
She gone, sip
For me
Drip
She gone, sip
For me

[Verse 1]
R&B nigga say I ain’t next up (I’m next up)
Watch yo bitch cause she gone text us (Text me)
Big booty bitch hit the [?] then text us (Text us)
I drive Lambo he drive Lexus
She know the difference
I ain’t regular, I go the distance
Hit my cellular, with the business
If he dissing us I hit his mistress
Woah woah
I swear to god I was owed this
They still rocking with the old shit
I need cash, I need more chips
Shawty bring that ass if you want this

[Hook]
Got that right
Got that right
Got that right
Swerve in your lane, got that right away
Baby girl call I hit her right away (I do)
No more talk, I need mine today
No more talk, I need mine today
Try to compare it’s like night and day
If I’m far away she gone find a way
To this, drip
She gone, sip
For me
Drip
She gone, sip
For me

[Verse 2]
This time I’m serious (So serious)
My life get furious
I need you naked at the drop of a dime
Shawty don’t waste my time
She pulling on my Gucci britches
I kick off my shoes like Givenchy
And she like Quee I don’t why you tripping
You the only nigga that be hitting it
But I told my nigga to try ya
And his phone, your number is in it
This hoe sweat she fire
But I swear that this hoe is some [?]
I won’t be tripping
Bout you, bout you, bout you
I’m a keep pimping
Got too, got too, got too
And this time I’m serious
Girl I’m serious, yeah yeah
Ain’t got no time for your love

[Hook]
Swerve in your lane, got that right away
Baby girl call I hit her right away (I do)
No more talk, I need mine today
No more talk, I need mine today
Try to compare it’s like night and day
If I’m far away she gone find a way
To this, drip
She gone, sip
For me
Drip
She gone, sip
For me

[Outro]
This time I’m serious (So serious)
My life get furious
I need you naked at the drop of a dime
Shawty don’t waste my time
Shawty don’t waste my time
Shawty don’t waste my time

The Jackson 5 – Lookin’ Through the Windows Lyrics

[Intro: Jackson 5]
(Lookin’ through the windows)
(Lookin’ through the windows)
(ah, oh, lookin’ through the windows)
(look, look, looking through the windows)
(Lookin’ through the windows)

[Verse 1: Michael + (Jackson 5)]
Lookin’ through the windows
The window to your heart
Oh, baby, yeah
I can see it’s cloudy
The rain’s about to start

Lookin’ through the windows
(Lookin’ through the windows)
It seems I caused your fears
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And that little doubt, girl
(And that little doubt, girl)
And now it’s bringing tears
(bringing, bringing tears)

[Chorus: Michael + (Jackson 5)]
(Remember)
Just remember whatever makes you feel that way
Don’t you worry ’cause I’m gonna stay
Right by your side (by your side)
To keep on lookin’ through the windows
Lookin’ in your eyes
(lookin, lookin’ in your eyes, eyes, eyes)
(lookin, lookin in your eyes, eyes, eyes)

[Verse 2: Michael + (Jackson 5)]
Lookin’ through the windows
(Lookin’ through the windows)
Seems like the only way, yeah
(ah, ah)
I can know your feelings
If you still love me today

[Chorus: Michael + (Jackson 5)]
(Remember)
Just remember whatever makes you feel that way
Don’t you worry ’cause I’m gonna stay
Right by your side (by your side)
To keep on lookin’ through the windows
Lookin’ in your eyes
(lookin’, lookin’ in your eyes, eyes, eyes)
(lookin’, lookin’ in your eyes, eyes, eyes)

[Outro: Jackson 5]
Lookin’ through the windows
The window to your heart
Ah, ah…
Lookin’ through the windows
The window to your heart
Za ta ta da da da da ah, da da da da da da ah ah
(Oh, baby!)
Za ta ta da da da da ah, da da da da da da ah ah…

The xx – Angels (Kygo Edit) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Light reflects from your shadow
It is more than I thought could exist
You move through the room
Like breathing was easy
If someone believed me

[Chorus]
They would be
As in love with you as I am
They would be
As in love with you as I am
They would be
As in love with you as I am
They would be
In love, love, love

[Verse 2]
And everyday
I am learning about you
The things that no one else sees
And the end comes too soon
Like dreaming of angels
And leaving without them
And leaving without them

[Chorus]
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love

[Verse 3]
And with words unspoken
A silent devotion
I know you know what I mean
And the end is unknown
But I think I’m ready
As long as you’re with me

[Chorus]
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love with you as I am
Being
As in love, love, love

Rihanna – Stay (Kygo Edit) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Rihanna]
All along it was a fever
A cold sweat, hot-headed believer
I threw my hands in the air, said show me something
He said, “If you dare come a little closer”
Round and around and around and around we go
Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know

[Hook: Rihanna]
Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you
And it takes me all the way
I want you to stay

[Verse 2: Mikky Ekko]
It’s not much of a life you’re living
It’s not just something you take, it’s given
Round and around and around and around we go
Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know

[Hook: Mikky Ekko]
Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you
And it takes me all the way
I want you to stay

[Bridge: Rihanna & Mikky Ekko]
The reason I hold on
Cause I need this hole gone
Funny you’re the broken one
But I’m the only one who needed saving
Cause when you never see the light
It’s hard to know which one of us is caving

[Hook: Rihanna & Mikky Ekko]
Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you
And it takes me all the way
I want you to stay
Stay
I want you to stay
Ooh

Frank Sinatra – Santa Claus Is Coming to Town (v2) Lyrics

You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

He’s making a list
And checking it twice
He’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake (really?)
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

Oh, you better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

Say, you better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

He’s making a list
And he’s checking it twice
He’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice
Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you’re sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake

Oh, you better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I’m telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

Ben Platt – Found Tonight lyrics

[Verse 1: Ben Platt]
We may not yet have reached our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell their story
They’ll tell the story of tonight
They’ll tell the story of tonight
Tonight

[Verse 2: Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?
Have you ever felt like you could disappear?
Like you could fall, and no one would hear?

[Verse 3: Ben Platt, Lin-Manuel Miranda]
Well, let that lonely feeling wash away
All we see is light
‘Cause maybe there’s a reason to believe you’ll be okay
For forever
‘Cause when you don’t feel strong enough to stand
You can reach, reach out your hand

[Verse 4: Ben Platt, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Both]
And oh
Raise a glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
Oh
No matter what they tell you
Someone will coming running
They’ll take you home
Raise a glass to all of us
Tomorrow there’ll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
Out of the shadows

The morning is breaking
And all is new They’ll tell the story of
Tonight
All is new
All is new
It’s only a matter of
Time

[Verse 5: Both]
Even when the dark comes crashing through
When you need a friend to carry you
When you’re broken on the ground
You will be found
So let the sun come streaming in
‘Cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again
If you only look around
You will be found

[Verse 6: Ben Platt, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Both]
And when our children tell their story
You will be found
They’ll tell the story of tonight
Oh
No matter what they tell you
Tomorrow there’ll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

Migos – Walk It Talk It (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, yeah (Deko)
Woah, hold on (OG Parker)
Uh

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (ayy)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Take my shoes and walk a mile, somethin’ that you can’t do (woo, hey)
Big talks of the town, big boy gang moves (gang moves)
I like to walk around wit’ my chain loose (chain, chain)
She just bought a new ass but got the same boobs (same boobs)
Whippin’ up dope, scientist
(Whip it up, whip it up, cook it up, cook it up, skrr, skrr)
That’s my sauce, where you find it?
(That’s my sauce, look it up, look it up, find it)
Addin’ up checks, no minus
(Add it up, add it up, add it up, add it up, yeah)
Get your respect in diamonds (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice, ice)
I bought a Plain Jane Rollie, these niggas bought they fame (woo)
I think my back got scoliosis ’cause I swerve the lane (skrr)
Heard you signed your life for that brand new chain (I heard)
Think it came with stripes but you ain’t straight with the gang (gang, gang)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ayy, I gotta stay in my zone
Say that we been beefin’ dog, but you on your own
First night, she gon’ let me fuck ’cause we grown
I hit her, gave her back to the city, she home (she at home now)
That was that
So I can’t be beefin’ with no wack nigga, got no backbone
Heard you livin’ in a mansion in all your raps though
But your shit look like the trap on this Google Maps, though
We been brothers since Versace bando, woah
Name ringin’ like a Migo trap phone, woah
Used to be with Vashtie at Santo’s
That’s on Tommy Campos, we live like Sopranos and I—

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

[Verse 3: Offset]
Woo, woo, woo, Offset
Niggas pocket watchin’ (watchin’)
I want that thot, this that ménage (which one?)
I bought a franchise to double up the profits (franchise)
We make a landslide, chopper get to poppin’ (landslide)
Eliott got me rocky
Blow a socket, chicken teriyaki (brr)
Take off rocket keep ’em in pocket
Water gon’ lock it, quadruple the profit (profit)
I walk like I walk (hey) talk like I talk (woah)
What’s in my vault? Load of cash and the salts (brr)
I put a lab in my loft (lab)
She cook up and jab with the folk (jab)
By the pair, I got karats that choke (by the pair)
By the pair, I got karats each load (by the pair)
Private life, private jets ’round the globe (private life)
Hit a bitch, hit a lick with the ‘cho (hey)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Watch it buck, no Milwaukee (hunnid)
Walk it, like I talk it
That’s my bro, he know the lingo (lingo)
Ain’t no walkie-talkie (no)
This some, "You know, why don’t we know?" (We know?)
Hold out on that coffee
Smoke the cookie, get the coughin’
Drop dead fresh, I need a coffin
Ballin’, somethin’ we do often (ball)
Take the pot and I’m splashin’ up, dolphin (splash)
Take the nine and go buy me a faucet (nine)
Walkin’ like I talk a nigga done bought it (uh)
I play the coach so I gotta call it (call it)
Up in the shits, some niggas just dormant (shits)
Fuckin’ a bih and that’s not a problem (a problem)
I get a rebound, ain’t talkin’ ’bout Spalding (ball)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (talk it)
Walk it like I talk it (let’s go)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (woo)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it (hey)
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
Walk it like I talk it (yeah)
Walk it like I talk it
Walk it, walk it like I talk it

Frank Turner – Blackout

[Verse 1]
You’re watching your favorite show
When the TV died
The biggest power-cut in your neighbourhood since 1989
A blackout in the center of town
But down in the suburbs where it first went out
They’ve been asking, asking the question

[Chorus 1]
Are you afraid of the darkness?
Are you afraid of the darkness?
I’m afraid of the darkness too

[Verse 2]
In the hospital
On the critical ward
Too long a breath between
The break and the backup of a life support
One system failure and it stopped her heart
One power vacuum and we’re coming apart
We should be asking, asking the question

[Chorus 2]
Are you afraid of the darkness?
Are you afraid of the darkness?
I’m afraid of the darkness too
We’re all caught in the blackout
Trying to feel our way out
Wait for the morning
I’ll be waiting for you

[Post-Chorus]
Meet me in the middle
Meet me in the middle
Bring a burning candle with you
Meet me in the middle
Meet me in the middle
I will be there waiting for you

[Bridge]
I was in my comfort zone
I was singing selfish songs
I’ve been taking for granted everyone understood how easy trouble comes
But it’s not enough anymore
We can’t turn just around and close the door on the world
It’s asking uneasy questions
We should be asking ourselves uneasy questions

[Chorus 2]
Are you afraid of the darkness?
Are you afraid of the darkness?
I’m afraid of the darkness too
We’re all caught in the blackout
Trying to feel our way out
Wait for the morning
I’ll be waiting for you

[Outro]
Meet me in the middle
Meet me in the middle
Bring a burning candle with you
Meet me in the middle
Meet me in the middle
I will be there waiting for you
Meet me in the middle
Meet me in the middle
Bring a burning candle with you
Meet me in the middle

Emma Blackery – Dirt

[Intro]
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got, I’ve got, I’ve got

[Verse 1]
I was having such a good time
By the pool, sipping on wine
Then you came on Twitter
Saying I’m bitter (Honey, have you looked in the mirror?)
Never thought you’d stoop so low
How far down will you go
On me, online, all the time
Can’t write you back, gotta catch my flight

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’m going somewhere new
Somewhere you’ve never been to
This altitude ain’t the only thing I got over you

[Chorus]
Do you know I got dirt on you?
Don’t make me spill it
I’ve got tea for two
And bitch I’m gonna sip it
No, you know somebody’s gonna come out of this fight on top
It’s gonna be you with the bruises
Cause I’ve got dirt on you

[Post-Chorus]
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got
I’ve got dirt on you

[Verse 2]
Now, you’re up in my face, getting irate
You were so sweet, what changed?
Yes, things go sour after they pass their sell-by date (ooh)
The sun is casting rays, so let me serve some shade
Using my name for fame, and yet you say you’re self-made honey

[Pre-Chorus 2]
And when I count to three
You’d best be on your knees
Don’t you try coming for me
Cause I’m the bitch who keeps her receipts (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Do you know I got dirt on you?
Don’t make me spill it
I’ve got tea for two
And bitch I’m gonna sip it
No, you know somebody’s gonna come out of this fight on top
It’s gonna be you with the bruises
Cause I’ve got dirt on you

[Post-Chorus]
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got
I’ve got dirt on you

[Post-Chorus]
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got
I’ve got dirt on you

[Bridge]
If you keep looking then you’re gonna find me
You turn it around on me, so I turn it around on you
If you keep looking, you won’t like what you see
Keep pushing your lies on me, gonna show that I’m bulletproof
(1, 2, 3)

[Chorus]
Do you know I got dirt on you?
Don’t make me spill it
I’ve got tea for two
And bitch I’m gonna sip it
No, you know somebody’s gonna come out of this fight on top
It’s gonna be you with the bruises
Cause I’ve got dirt on you

[Post-Chorus]
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got (Tea for two)
I’ve got dirt on you (1, 2 ,3, hey!)

[Outro]
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on you
I’ve got dirt on, I’ve got, I’ve got
I’ve got, I’ve got, I’ve got

Yemi Alade – Bum Bum

Ewo, Ewo
One for the party,
Two for the, two for the money

Three for the, three for the honey
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey, go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up
Eh, say me I like to party
With Rashida and Nancy
See me, see me why me
Hold on not talking in bottles
Eh, eh say I like to party
With Shakira and Beyoncé for Miami
Eh, eh, eh I like to chill oh
Chilling with [?]
Go down when the music come up,
We dey turn up like say we are
Turn up when the come up, we are dadadidiri oh eh
One for the party
Two for the Shawty,
Three for the shake your bum, bum, bum, bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Eh, eh me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Wey dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up eh
See me whine, see me digbi low
See me dance to reggae and calypso
At all, at all na im bad oh
Follow me one day you go enjoy oh
Alhaja spray your money, make all the girls them worry
Oh baby make we jolly, today, today I naughty
Go down when the music come up
We dey turn up like say we are [?]
Turn up when the music come up,
We are dadadidiri oh eh
One for the party
Two for the Shawty,
Three for the shake your bum, bum, bum, bum
See, see me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey, go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
When the Dj give them, them dey turn up
Mmmm, see I like the way you looking at me
Abeg look with [?]
Go down, swah
Go down to the rhythm and the bass
Oh Jor, eh Jor, oh jor, jor, jor, jor, jor
One for the party,
Two for the, two for the money
Three for the, three for the honey
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
One for the money,
Two for the, two for the money
Three for the, three for the shawty
Four for the, four when you shake your bum bum bum bum
Eh, eh me I like to party
Party with the boys wey get money
Eh, me I like to party
Party with the girls wey get body
Wey dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Them dey go down when the music come up
You go down when the music come up
Yemi Alade
Yemi Alade
Efizzy Baby

Skrapz – Outro

Boom!
I turn things to reality from dreams
I used to get my salary from fiends
And now I’m making money from a stream
I came a long way from doing this for free
And I can’t stop now
Cos a man ain’t just doing this for me
I do this for Monique and Khiana and Kelis
And I know the police want me off the streets
That’s why lately I’ve been keeping it discreet, I just move behind the scenes
I rather spend my money overseas, with some duty free Hennessy and weed
And the weather’s gotta be at least 28 degrees
There’s gotta be at least 7 of my G’s, cos we never thought we’d get to see 2017
And all the works the mandem’s had to mash with the machine
And all the times the feds had tried to catch me with a key
And all the times I’ve sat up in a cell for crimes committed and they’re telling me I did it and it actually wasn’t me
All I know about is death before dishonour
Standing in the dock wishing death towards Your Honour
I said that I would put these guns and bricks down time ago
I guess that nothing isn’t promised like tomorrow
And shoutout Giggs, he brought me out in Hammersmith Apollo
These fans have got a nigga taking pictures like a model
I’m gonna write a book about my life and chapter1 is how I made it through the struggle
I’ve put this shit together like a puzzle
I’m pushing kilograms just to keep my money growing like a muscle
And my jewellery game’s the opposite of subtle
I’m rolling with a gun true I’m sick and tired of fucking up my knuckles
I’m having conversations with my uncle
He’s saying that he’s praying day and night to keep his nephew out of trouble
And this Cali’s got a nigga moving paro
The only person I could really put my trust in lately is my shadow
I’m switching up the programme like a channel
I’m whipping in the big pyrex’s, not the one that’s got the handle
But the drug game’s blatantly a scandal
The prices on the bricks keep rising, so I need another angle
Last year all my shows was getting cancelled
The jakes were tryna damage my financials
Well someone tell them filthy motherfuckers that the fire keeps burning like a candle
And I everyday I gamble with my freedom and I battle with these demons
And I can’t believe the things I’m seeing on the social media
I wish that they could take me back in time when it was realer
I wish there was a lever I could pull, that could make these fake niggas disappear
Without the 30 years
I hate to see my mum with her eyes full up of tears
I rather crack a bottle of some wine tell her cheers
Started from the bottom now I’m here
And when I was a kid, she didn’t know what I was on but now it’s clear
And gradually I’m killing all her fear
I’m happy that she knows now the reason why I never stopped when she was saying slow down
My attitude was young when I was young but now it’s grown now
And you know I’ve got my own style
I’ve been a dads way before I had my first child
But I think it’s time I leave the streets alone now
Not just keep on staying up until it goes down

slowthai – North Nights

[Verse 1]
Madness
From a boy been chased by badness
Mad
I was like rah, nah, nah
Suck your mum like your dad
Back in the day when I jumped cabs
I got blacklisted
Couldn’t get one from my gaff
But it’s calm, it’s cool, it’s cold, it’s nice
When it snows I’m ghost
Cause I’m dressed in white
Roll round my ends screaming North Nights (double N!)
Roll round my ends and they know slowthai
Slay
Every one knows about slay
When I roll in, everybody goes “I know him”
Just cause they know my name
Bae
When I draw my Beyblade
It’s a twister, make you turn in your grave like a Rizla
Screw your face
Pain
Get jooked, complain of belly ache
No space, no caps
No one can imitate
No hoods, no hats
Like who you booking mate?
Strange
Situations elevate
Breath stinks straight, in need of Colgate
Cah only get one life
No simulator

[Chorus]
In the cold Northants gets tragic
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
Amell the tree like cash in the attic
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic

[Verse 2]
Wouldn’t throw my shadow
Mewtwo, you man move like Sparrow
Tunnel vision and this tunnel too narrow
Want beef but I’m moving cattle
Woah
Want war jump out the Bora with an arrow
Cross bow and bora
I write novels like man was an author
And I pray this year is a scorcher
Woah
Pray this summer is a heater
Kick ball, school man like it’s FIFA
I’m in Thailand, bun Ibiza
Wiseman with a spliff Ribena
Woah
Slow it down the slow motion
Laugh at my pain I ain’t joking
Blood from a stone
Hands open
Blood on my hands for my bloods that are broken
Head to big, it’s swollen
Hot in the bits like Moulton
Negative life, stop moaning
Too many things I hold in
I ain’t learnt
Till my legs start floating
Disconnect everyone I don’t like
Don Perrione hype
Catch me in the club
I be slanging Snow White
Impose yourself
You might get a goodbye
Pressurise me
And get something in your eye
From a yout
The boys been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matter
Different planet like I came from Namek
My life they can’t understand it
From a yout
The boys been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matter
Different planet like I came from Namek
My life they can’t understand it

N.E.R.D & Rihanna – Lemon (Remix) (feat. Drake)

[Intro: RetcH]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Shout out to them people, people
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people, people
Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now

[Verse 1: Drake]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it, y’all don’t really get it
I pull up in a lemon, blocks get to spinnin’
Money 3D printin’
Never had a limit, never been religious
I just always had opinions
My daddy told me, "Listen
You better get some money and not die and go to prison"
So you see
Yeah, I got rich and stayed free
Free the dawgs doin’ B.I.Ds
I know everybody not like me
Ayy, got the nerve to want a Bentley for her birthday
I said, "Maybe I could rent it for your birthday
Matter of fact I need a favor for the remix
Maybe I can get some 50s for your birthday"
Ayy, get to sneakin’ for you, bae
Say we talk but we ain’t speakin’ every day
And I know you know what P about to say

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Chorus: Rihanna]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five

[Verse 2: Rihanna]
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played
It’s Rihanna, nigga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me…

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute

Lil Pump – Gucci Gang (Remix) (feat. Gucci Mane, 21 Savage, French Montana, Bad Bunny, J Balvin & Ozuna)

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Guwop*
(Lil Pump, Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

White Lion – Tell Me (Album Version)

We held each other tight
And ran away into the night
Oh baby you were so afraid
We knew we couldn’t stay
Our parents didn’t understand
The love we had together

We were teenagers
Far away from home
We were cold and all alone

Tell me baby all through the night
That you’ll never let me go
Tell me baby cause I want the world to know

Together we were one
We found the place where dreams are made
And hearts never broken
We said we’d never leave
You know we couldn’t turn around
And face that we had left behind

We were young in love
Out on the run
We were cold and all alone

Tell me baby all through the night
That you’ll never let me go
Tell me baby cause I want the world to know
Tell me baby I’m the only one
And you ever need
Tell me baby that you’ll never let me go

Solo

Tell me baby all through the night
That you’ll never let me go
Tell me baby cause I want the world to know
Tell me baby I’m the only one
And you ever need
Tell me baby that you’ll never let me go

Oh baby, you know we couldn’t turn around
Cause we were young up against the world
So tell me, tell that you’ll never let me go
Cause I need your love, and I need it all the time

The Party – Summer Vacation (Album Version)

[Spoken]
(Damon) Here we go, here we go, here we, here we go
Yo, man, Al
(Albert) What’s up, D?
(Damon) Is school bugging you like it’s bugging me?
(Albert) Ooh, indubitably!
(Damon) Man, I tell you, you know, it’s just all these finals, i’m ready for summer, ready for the good times, the stupid rhymes, and all the females out there, you know?
(Albert) Well, I understand what you’re saying, so why don’t we just kick the ballistics and cold get stupid?
(Damon) Yeah, I know what you’re saying because you know, just the other day, yo!

[Verse 1]
[Damon]
I was clowning in class like I usually do
Girls on my tip, that ain’t nothing new
Hadn’t hit a book since I don’t know when
Looks like a cram session’s about to begin

[Albert]
Everyone’s sweating ’cause finals are here
But I’m getting real excited ’cause summer’s near
I started my own countdown, it’s in effect
With just one week ’til yo, I jet

[Chorus]
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on (yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out

Ooh yeah
Hey, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, oh

[Verse 2]
[Albert]
Got summer fever, can’t pay attention
Girls in bikinis make me lose direction
One more tardy and I’m on suspension
Was spotted at the beach and now I’m in detention

[Damon]
Can’t be doing time ’cause I’ll lose my tan
Summer school’s not in the master plan
Got places to go, my homies and me
And wherever we are will be the place to G

[Chorus]
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on (yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out

Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
(Albert) It’s summer
(Damon) That means it’s party time
(Albert) Me and the crew
(Damon) Checking out fly behinds
(Albert) Hot sun
(Damon) Hot buns
(Albert) It’s a stone situation
(Damon) Yo Al, let’s take a vacation

Tune in, groove on, bust out

(Damon) Yo, summer, I’m down with that scene
And when I get away, I like to do the wild thing
(Albert) Can’t stop a hip hop full of party til we drop
Yo, D, yo, we gotta make a buddy stop

Tune in, groove on, bust out
Tune in, groove on, bust out, bust out

[Chorus]
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Yeah, yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out (how ya livin’?)
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out

[Spoken]
(Damon)Yo man, it’s summertime coming up, and I’m ready to just chill, you know?
(Albert) Cold get stupid, like I said before
(Damon) That’s right, and get a tan and just…
(Albert) Like Eazy-duz-it says, we’re gonna do it easy
(Damon) I heard that! We outta here!
(Albert) Tune in, baby, groove on, and bust out
Bust out!
(Damon) All the fly fellas, peace