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Calum Scott & Leona Lewis – You Are The Reason

[Verse 1: Calum Scott]
There goes my heart beating
Cause you are the reason
I’m losing my sleep
Please come back now

[Verse 2: Leona Lewis]
There goes my mind racing
And you are the reason
That I’m still breathing
I’m hopeless now

[Chorus: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
I’d climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I’ve broken
Oh, cause I need you to see
That you are the reason

[Verse 3: Leona Lewis]
There goes my hands shaking
And you are the reason
My heart keeps bleeding
I need you now oh

[Verse 4: Calum Scott and Leona Lewis & Both]
If I could turn back the clock
I’d make sure the light defeated the dark
I’d spend every hour, of every day oh
Keeping you safe oh

[Chorus: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
I’d climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I’ve broken
Oh, cause I need you to see
That you are the reason

[Bridge: Calum Scott & Leona Lewis]
I don’t want to fight no more
I don’t want to hide no more
You are
I don’t want to cry no more come back, I need you to hold me
That you are the reason
A little closer now, just a little closer now
Come a little closer, I need you to hold me tonight

[Outro: Calum Scott, Leona Lewis & Both]
I’d climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I’ve broken
Cause I need you to see
That you are the reason

Jeremih – Forever I’m Ready

[Verse 1]
Dirty cup of H-Town, take a sip, baby
Only you that I’m thinking on the day-to-day
All my life, yeah, it’s always been fucking pay me
Diamonds dancing on my wrist like Lisa Ray
Players club, now we balling how we supposed to
Graduated to the ‘rari, kept the old school
I done ran through new paper, girl, that’s old news
Fucking on the pool table, all we broke was rules

[Pre-Chorus]
That body language, no discussion
The way she move like she fucking
Backwoods full of musty
Deep pockets, you can’t touch them
She a bad girl, my RiRi
I’m a bad boy like Puffy
She the business and I mind my business
Keep my mind on you, bae, like it’s nothing, oh

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah

[Verse 2]
And I can boost up in the truck
Why we always turning up?
She had me on the first look
I don’t think I call this love
Why every time we get up
Doggy style, make her call me daddy
This ain’t puppy love
Think you playing with the trip
I got it, ain’t tricking
Plenty champagne to sup
Diamond in, we skinny dip
Know you down to play some games
Girl, you in?
Fucked her on the plane and made a number one hit

[Pre-Chorus]
That body language, no discussion
The way she move like she fucking
Backwoods full of musty
Deep pockets, you can’t touch them
She a bad girl, my RiRi
I’m a bad boy like Puffy
She the business and I mind my business
Keep my mind on you, bae, like it’s nothing, oh

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
That body language, no discussion
The way she move like she fucking
Backwoods full of musty
Deep pockets, you can’t touch them
She a bad girl, my RiRi
I’m a bad boy like Puffy
She the business and I mind my business
Keep my mind on you, bae, like it’s nothing, oh

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m for you, baby
I’m holding onto you, lady
Told you I’m different
Don’t you act distant
Forever I’m ready, yeah

Safaree – Hunnid

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

[Verse 1]
Pull up, pop out
Roof up, top down
Windows, tinted
Skrrt skrrt, out now (skrrt)
Now I’m more icy, now them folks tryna bite me (whoa)
And my fist is too pricy, killin’ them, where the ivy? (oh)
Look at they face, what a disgrace
I know they just mad ’cause they not at my pace
I need to buy crates, I need me a Wraith
My neck lookin’ like it’s the roof of the Wraith
That’s all ice, now your bitch wanna skate
Yeah that’s my side bitch and yeah that’s your bae
Pull off to your bakery, I need my cake
Don’t be talkin’ that shit ’cause I know where you stay
My diamonds a faucet drippin’, you know what this cost bitch?
I couldn’t afford this, now all the checks are enormous
I came from New York bitch, next stop is the Forbes List
Now I pull up in spaceships, damn I should’ve recorded

[Pre-Chorus]
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

[Verse 2]
Popped out, I’m in
This real, diamonds
Flossy (oh), shinin’ (oh)
Your mans, lyin’ (strip)
You rockin’ them Cubiks, what the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout? (huh?)
My wrist is like water, and they hopin’ I drain it out (woo woo)
You niggas be frontin’, ain’t about nothin’
Get him a pump ’cause he huffin’ and puffin’
Making me hurl, I’m so sick to my stomach
No track and field but you know that I run it
Find a hater, point him out (where?)
Another hater, get him out (where?)
Third hater, hit him out (where?)
Fourth hater, kick him out
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Someone go tell Charlemagne this a hit with a mallet
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Could’ve did this with Onika, this a hit with a mallet

[Pre-Chorus]
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it

[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish

Popcaan – Weed Settingz

[Intro]
High grade mi hook like treble
Badman nuh bun weed pebble
Blem it with di hot leaf weh hotter dan kettle
Laaad, cease and settle

[Bridge]
High up deh, high up deh, high!
High like Empress dubai
Coke head a wah that yuh try
Dash weh yuh money yo a shit
Yuh guh buy!

Frass out, man Frass out, man frass out
Big ganja spliff mek mi knock out
Lift up the Ar fifteen mi clap out
Suh mi feel good when mi see weed a wrap
Ohh yeah!

[Chrous]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!

[Verse 1]
Spliff bigger than a giant
Hotter than di muffler from a Galant
Mi nuh give a fuck about nuh warrant
High grade mek mi pleasant
Mi nuh run pan a tenant
Likkle more she tun into a client
Woyy!
Josh rub out piece a leaf
Mi nuh like nuh lighter thief
Get yuh own lighter please or low
Smoking and guh sleep
Ganja inna mi high zone
Tun up inna my dome suh mi love the weed
Like how squid love her iPhone
Mi nuh care if police wha run up inna my home
Money deh deh nuff fi di Squaddy
Dem Carry home
Ohh yeah!

[Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!

[Bridge]
High up deh, high up deh, high!
High like Empress dubai
Coke head a wah that yuh try
Dash weh yuh money yo a shit
Yuh guh buy!

Frass out, man Frass out, man frass out
Big ganja spliff mek mi knock out
Lift up the Ar fifteen mi clap out
Suh mi feel good when mi see weed a wrap
Ohh yeah!

[Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!

[Verse 1]
Spliff bigger than a giant
Hotter than di muffler from a Galant
Mi nuh give a fuck nuh warrant
High grade mek mi pleasant
Mi nuh run pan a tenant
Likkle most she tun into a client
Woyy!
Josh rub out piece a leaf
Mi nuh like nuh lighter theif
Get yuh own lighter please or low
Smoking and guh sleep
Ganja inna mi high zone
Tun up inna my dome suh mi love the weed
Like how squid love her iphone
Mi nuh care if police wha run up inna my home
Money deh deh nuff fi di Squaddy
Dem Carry home
Ohh yeah!

[Chorus]
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Dis a di setting, weed is a blessing
Weed is a blessing f’real
Yeah!

Rob Markman – Believe Me

[Intro]
Man, I been moving so fast lately
I just had to get my thoughts out man
I ain’t talk to you in forever
But I got you though man
Shit gonna get better kid, trust

[Verse 1]
What up kid, I know you don’t know who this is
But I took the time to write, so I’m hopin’ you get it
Only time will ever tell if you opened and read it
But if I know you like I do, I won’t even sweat it
You probably up in your room, vibin’ to Nas
Wishin’ for your time, missin’ your mom
Prayin’, hopin’ God will give you a sign
Your brother doin’ his time, dawg he’s doin’ just fine
He gonna get out soon, everything will be cool
He gonna make a few moves, get a house with a pool
And that girl in your school, the one that you got a crush on
She like you too, try not to put a rush on
You wanna get your Puff on, please don’t stop
Thought I told you that we won’t stop (eh, eh, eh, eh)
Don’t ever let ’em tell you what you can’t do
Even when it seems like the world don’t understand you

[Chorus]
It seems that these dreams, they won’t ever come true
Believe me they do
Sometimes you wanna give it up, don’t know what else to do
Yeah, I been there too
They say seein’ is believin’ so you need a few clues
OK, I’m sendin’ you proof
I know it seems that these dreams, they don’t ever come true
Believe me they do

[Verse 2]
You wrote your first raps, everybody laughed
Man fuck ’em all, get in your bag
Oh that’s new slang, I’ll put you on later
Just promise you’ll keep goin’ do me that favor
You gonna rock Barclays, but you don’t know what that is
Imagine MSG, a couple blocks from the crib
Boy, that’s 18,000
Two weeks after droppin’ your album
It’s hard to see the logic in that
All the fans goin’ crazy and your mom in the back
Your fam in the crowd, they all got to see it
Man you gave ’em somethin’ to believe in
You been writin’ like hell, it’s gonna get you to heaven
Oh yeah, they played your record up on Hot 97
You know DJ Enuff, he DJs for BIG
Speakin’ of BIG, hol’ up forget it

[Chorus]
It seems that these dreams, they won’t ever come true
Believe me they do
Sometimes you wanna give it up, don’t know what else to do
Yeah, I been there too
They say seein’ is believin’ so you need a few clues
OK, I’m sendin’ you proof
I know it seems that these dreams, they don’t ever come true
Believe me they do

[Outro]
Whatever you do man
Just don’t give up on that dream man
It’s gonna get crazy
They gonna tell you, you can’t do it
I’m tellin’ you right now everything is possible
EVERYTHING IS POSSIBLE

Kodak Black – Believe This Shit

[Intro]
Aye I don’t pour that liquor on the floor, I pour it down the drain
Down the sink for my dawgs who in hell and who in jail to drink
You feel me?
Nah mean, nah sayin’
Nah talm’ ’bout

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 1]
Never thought I could make it out the PJ’s
I was just robbin’ with DJ
Shout out to my niggas who in hell right now
And to my dawgs who ain’t got release days
I was doin’ fraud way in D.C
I was doin’ fraud way in Chesapeake
Ain’t nobody wonder about my CD
I was breakin’ and enterin’ B and E
Mama always see me on TV
Cause I hit the news, I was 15
Now she can see me on VH1
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
To all the kids who look up to me
Shit ain’t a game, this shit ain’t fun
Niggas want beef we serve they lunch
We been on the run like six to eight months

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

[Verse 2]
Kickin’ in doors, Me, Moopa, and Lil’ Wiz
They just pick my dawg up for attempt
They just pick my dawg up for a murder one
My dawg got killed while I was doin’ a bid
We just talked a day before the shit
And he wanted to talk to me again
And now I never know what he wanted to say to me
If I say my dawg in Heaven that would be make believe
I know my grandma made it in Heaven say her grace for me
Now I’m gettin’ all this cake, I could open a backery

[Chorus]
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit yea
I ain’t gonna lie I ain’t never thought it could be like this yea
I ain’t gonna lie, I ain’t even believe in me back then yea
My people who in hell wish you could see this shit yea
I give it all up to try it again so y’all could see this shit

Kid Ink – Buck Wild

[Intro]
Mr. Sean Brown
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I brought the gang with us

[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 1]
Fuck it, fuck it up
Puffing out your chest (yeah)
Stretched to the [??]
Baby working out and flex
Why we fuck it, fuck it up?
I go porno with the check, ayy
Roll that motorboat, got that chicken with the breast
Sitting on them hills, I [??] up, don’t need no telly (no)
Seen your big ol’ ass but that waist is like [??] (woah)
Tell me what’s the charge like car, like I’m Nelly
Party in my pants, turn that fetty to confetti (woah)
Fuck it up, duck if you bug (woah)
They lie enough, in funds I trust
Niggas hopped up in my lane, I just switch up in and adjust
Hit the button, leave the dust
Baby, know I’m in a rush to see you

[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, off the fly, screaming fuck the other side
Don’t be sly, get you high, I got all of the supplies
Can’t deny where I’m from, L.A. city I [??]
No surprise, feel like Pac and twist my fingers in a knot
Hold it, hold it down, I’m it fuck around and drown, yeah
Chuck stay around, got the hammer, fix your frown, yeah
Niggas swear they it, yeah, you look just like a clown
Say, my name and that money hold weight
Pound cake
Fuck shit up, forty-two, she flush
Rock and [??], stuff
With that Mac for [??]
Tell her back it up, repeat-peat while I’m pulling on her feefi
Going ape shit like [??], watch them hunnids go Hoodini, yeah

[Hook]
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, bust it down
Buck & Wild, yeah, that’s my style, yeah
Fuck it up, fuck it up

2 Chainz & Skooly – Go Get You Some Money

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga gon’ stand in the field
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ threaten to kill
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ tote him a draco
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ shoot when I say so
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ feed your fam
Shit, young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga you doin’ a hundred
You doin’ it for your mama, yeah
Doin’ this here for Drama, here
Condoms in Bahamas, yeah
Chopsticks in Katana, yeah
Shirt Dolce Gabanna, yeah
I play track and field, yeah
Run the whole summer
I’m a rapper with a jumper, yeah
I came from the jungle, yeah
Grams in the fender, yeah
Fans in the window, yeah

[Verse 2: Skooly]
Concrete my features
One peep, I’ll eat you
Peacoat look like Reeses
Ridin’ round in a Tee-sla
Oops, damn I mean Tesla
I can be a little extra
I came in with the extras
I’m goin’ big in my section
No attention to the pressure
My whole diet log different
My shit wet, watch the leak from it (drip)
You won’t get it how I’m givin’ it
Jimmy dies in the whip though
Shit done got dry, need to rerim it
Martin Luther King with the wordplay
Power mixed with the defense

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga don’t go out sad
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go feed your family
Young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Verse 3: Skooly]
Uh, I’m back bitch, quite fantastic
Really got a bag in, really need a bad bitch
I ain’t really average, young on that savage shit
Bitch I just got the new Jag and I’m bein’ classy
Watch where you ash your shit, huh
I brought my mans out, huh
He brought the bags out, huh
I brought your bitch with me, huh
And she brought that ass out, huh
And they can’t do shit with me, huh
Them niggas asked out, huh
Can’t even speak with me, huh
I brought them stands out
I was helpin’ my mans out, you was up in the damn house
They wonder how brother was gettin’ them yams out
It was up in the damn couch
They cut off the lights, they cut all the fans out
We got up and we ranned out
I really was broke, I was damn down
I couldn’t even go to my fan house, shit

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga don’t go out sad
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go feed your family
Young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Outro: Skooly]
Uh, go get it, uh, go get it
Uh, go get it, uh, go get it
Yeah, uh-oh
Yeah, go get it
Go, go, go get it
Yeah, go get it
Ah-ah-ah, right now
Ah, come on
Go, go

J Alvarez – Esa Boquita (Remix) (Zion & Lennox)

[Intro: J Alvarez, Zion,Lennox]
Mamacita
Hey yo’
La Z y la L
Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
De la gente
Con J Alvarez
This is the remix
Dímelo Lennox (ahh)

[Puente: Zion, J Alvarez]
Ella, tan sensual (¡Zion baby!)
Tan sola (a-ha)
A dónde vas (come on!)

[Pre-Coro: J Alvarez]
Me tienes cautivao’
Loco y desesperao’
Pierdo la calma cuando tú camina’
Me tienes descontrolao’

[Coro: J Alvarez, Zion, Lennox]
(This is the remix!)
Esa boquita me mata (¡zúmbale!)
Tu movimiento me atrapa
Quiero escaparme contigo
A donde no hayan testigo’ (ohh)

Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa
Baby, yo quiero contigo
Lo que no hacen los amigos
Tú tiene’ talento, ma’

[Puente: J Alvarez]
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, yeeh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé
Cuando mueve’ tu cuerpo tú tiene’ talento
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, ieeh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé
Cuando mueve’ tu cuerpo tú tiene’ talento

[Verso 1: Zion, Lennox]
Dime qué necesitas para estar mejor (¡zú!)
Por esa boquita pide (¡zú!)
No te arrepentirás, no será un error
Rezarás que no te olvide
Movimientos que vuelven adicto (¡zú!)
Al que prueba un poco de su aire (yeh!)
Y en su boca, boquita es veneno
Que te pone a viajar sin freno, uoohh
¡Zion, baby!

[Coro: J Alvarez, Zion, Lennox]
Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa (mamacita)
Quiero escaparme contigo (ha, ha)
A donde no hayan testigo’ (ooh)
Baby yo quiero contigo, lo que no hacen los amigos (haha)
Tú tienes talento, ma’ (¡zú!)

Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa (mamacita)
Baby yo quiero contigo
Lo que no hacen los amigos (la Z y la L)
Tú tienes talento, ma’ (¡ayyy!)

[Verso 2: Lennox]
Mamacita, señorita
No te me hagas la santa
Ven y dame tu boquita
Me mata, tu cinturita
No dejes pa’ mañana
Lo que puede’ hacer ahorita
Ven, ven, aruñame mi gata
Dame tus besos que arrebatan (¡rraa!)
Este fue conexión inmediata
Esa boquita me mata

[Puente: J Alvarez, Zion]
¡Dile Jay!
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, yeeh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé
Cuando mueve’ tu cuerpo tú tiene’ talento
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, ieeh
Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé
Cuando mueve’ tu cuerpo tú tienes talento

[Coro: J Alvarez, Zion]
Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa
Quiero escaparme contigo
A donde no hayan testigo’ (ooh)

Esa boquita me mata
Tu movimiento me atrapa
Baby yo quiero contigo
Lo que no hacen los amigos, ohh

[Outro: J Alvarez, Zion, Lennox]
La fama que camina (oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh)
¡Zion baby! (oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh)
Zion y Lennox
And Lennoo’
Young Boss Entertainment
Y esa boquita, ma’
Eliot Feliciano (oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh)
J Alvarez
El Mago De Oz (oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh)
Zion y Lennox
Zidiri
Sheeno "el sensei" (cuando mueves tu cuerpo tú tienes talento)
Baby Records
The official remix, baby
You know (you know, you know)

Pussy Riot, Dave Sitek – Bad apples

Drop!
Bass!
You thought that I just made this for the club
No way!
I’ve got this microphone to wake you up
and say that I can do just what they want right here
Today
and I don’t hear those sirens anyway
OK

Dumb fools, drunk of power
Dirty thieves, tiny covers
You wouldn’t act like this in front of your kids
No
You wouldn’t act like kids in front of your kids
No

You say that you don’t like my attitude
It’s true
I’ve made it just for me
and not for you, boo-hoo
You can cry until your face turns blue
You knew that I would be the one to watch you lose
Woo-hoo
Your back’s against the wall , you do to do
I would run again if I were you
We always stick together like a glue, it’s true
that are many more of us than you

Dumb fools, drunk of power
Dirty thieves, tiny covers
You wouldn’t act like this in front of your kids
No
You wouldn’t act like kids in front of your kids
No

Bad apples are good for something
When they’re six feet underground
(x2)

Killer cops, lock them up
The [?] machine just lock it out
All this fun, let’s lock it up
The rest of us have had enough
Hatred lock it up
Copulism lock it up
Fuck corruption lock it up
Enough

Bad apples are good for something
When they’re six feet underground
(x2)

Don’t need no bad apples
Nah-aah aah ah
Won’t need those bad apples
Nah-aah aah ah
(x3)

Madison Beer – Grumpy zom-b Lyrics

I get on with life as a engineer
I’m a grumpy kinda person
I like train spotting on Sundays
I like racing snails in the week
I like to contemplate zombies
But when I start to daydream
My mind turns straight to bloods

Oh oh oh!

Do I love bloods more than zombies?
Do I love bloods more than zombies?

I like to use words like ‘awesome,’
I like to use words like ‘victory.’
I like to use words about zombies
But when I stop my talking
My mind turns straight to bloods

Oh oh oh!

Do I love bloods more than zombies?
Do I love bloods more than zombies?

I like to hang out with Sarah
I like to kick back with Jenny
But when left alone
My mind turns straight to bloods

Oh oh oh!

Do I love bloods more than zombies?
Do I love bloods more than zombies?

I’m not too fond of kathleen
I really hate nasty boys
But I just think back to bloods
And I’m happy once again

Oh oh oh!

Eminem – Revival: Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah, shout to everybody
Who’s been on this trip with me
You don’t have to, agree
But if you feel like me

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Started from the bottom like a snowman
Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe and smoke that
But my battery’s low, I’ma need a boost to my pack
And I know that I always got Proof at my back
I called you “Proof” because I knew for a fact
My ace in the hole, homie, I’m callin’ on you
‘Cause I think I’m slowly startin’ to lose faith in it, so
Give me that apron and mo–
–tivation to go, Hussein with the flow
Fake fans left you two-faced at the show
Let heartbeats loop, produce hate in my soul
Layin’ vocals two days in a row
True statement, hate to go down this road
But there’s only one route to cross this bridge
So I walk in this bitch with loose change
‘Cause all my dues paid, but this booth’s takin’ its toll
But it’s never too late to start a new beginnin’
That goes for you too, so what the fuck you gon’ do?
Use the tools you’re given!
Or you’re gon’ use the cards you’re dealt
As an excuse for you to not do shit with ’em?
I used to play the loser/victim
‘Til I saw the way Proof was driven
I found my vehicle and I haven’t ran out of gas yet
And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets
Fanny packs, hourglasses
If time was on my side, I’d still have none to waste
Man, in my younger days
That dream was so much fun to chase
It’s like I’d run in place
While this shit dangled in front of my face
But how do you keep up the pace
And the hunger pangs once you’ve won the race?
When that dual exhaust is coolin’ off
‘Cause you don’t got nothin’ left to prove at all
‘Cause you done already hit ’em with the coup de grâce
Still you feel the need to go full tilt
That Bruce Willis, that Blue Steel, that true skill
When that wheel’s loose, I won’t lose will
Do you still believe?

[Bridge: Ed Sheeran]
I’ve been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one, I don’t want to admit to something
If all it’s gonna cause is pain
The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain
So let the river run

[Chorus: Alice and the Glass Lake]
I’ve drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can’t recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what’s left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Eight-year-old with the wordplay
Girl, take this pole like a survey
Today wasn’t my birthday
But I’m caked up like a dessert tray
So we’re in shape, ’cause you’re in a slurrin’ state
I’m a ten, you’re an eight
Like what I do before, after and durin’ rape!
You wanna get into a pissin’ contest and find out who’s better?
And be made a fool out of when I pull on ’em?
R. Kelly with a full bladder
Non-high school grad, I’m not a scholar
But I’m so cold when I’m droppin’ knowledge
My degrees is the same as I got in college (zero)
But nobody’s hotter, you owe me my respect
I owe you nada like Haloti, partner
Blow me, told you I’m so dirty, homie
You can throw me in some holy water
With some floaties on and get the soap and try to
Get the Pope to hold me while you hose me off
And nope, I won’t be washed
You hope to God I don’t explode
I gotta blow this spot up though, I got a lotta mo’
I won’t put the sugar coating on it though
‘Cause sometimes you can feel like your energy’s expired
Rap’s got you drained, dead tired, zapped
You feel like a wet pile of crap
But look, man, like the feds buggin’ my phone
Uh huh, I get why you’re tapped
But you gotta get your fire back
Catch fire, get upset and fire back
Is what I tell myself when times get bad
‘Cause sometimes I might get sad
But I take the same advice I had
And tell myself like I used to tell Hailie when life’s a drag
Told her to do like her dad: don’t cry, get mad
‘Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I’m hyper, by the time you see this side of me
I’m right in your ass (sodomy!)
Foot up it, I stood up for the kid
Who had to put up with the bullies at his school (at his school)
You ain’t have to have no money
Or go shoppin’ just to cop a fuckin’ attitude (attitude)
Now my dough’s amountin’ to a mountain
It’s rised too high to count it
Never asked to be rich, all I did was wish
I had a dime for every time that I was doubted
But then I think about it, then I’m enraged
‘Cause I just figured out that if I was paid
For the time I spent to put the pen to the page
It’d be minimum wage
But it’s embedded in my head I never
Hunted for the bread and butter
What I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of but
I’m never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood
I put up in the pen, and when I’m dead I wonder
Will they put me on a pedestal
Or forget I was ever this incredible
I guess I better go harder than ever ’cause
I’ll never get another mothafuckin’ opportunity again
To offend as many people with this I can simply because I can

[Bridge: Beyoncé & Eminem]
I walk on water
But I ain’t no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes (fuck)

[Chorus: Alice and the Glass Lake]
I’ve drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can’t recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what’s left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Now if you found these letters, I guess I better try to explain
A lot’s happened in between them since I rised to this fame
I’ve said your name but always tried to hide your face
This game is crazy, I wanted to claim my love for you, but dang
I never knew it’d be like this, if I did I wouldn’t have done it
You ain’t asked for none of this shit, now you’re being punished?!
Things that should’ve been private with me and your mother is public
I can’t stomach, they can take this fame back, I don’t want it
I’ll put out this last album then I’m done with it
One-hundred percent finished
Fed up with it, I’m hanging it up, fuck it
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
That I’m a good person, though they portray me as cold
And if things should worsen, don’t take this letter I wrote
As a goodbye note, ’cause your dad’s at the end of his rope
I’m sliding down a slippery slope
Anyways sweetie, I better go
I’m getting sleepy, love, Dad… shit, I don’t know

*Ingesting drugs* – *body falling*

[Bridge: PHresher & Eminem]
I’m at your throat like chloraseptic, ‘septic
And you got strep, I’m too complex with, ‘plex with
This shit I wrote is on some next shit, next shit
I’m at your throat, I’m feelin’ reckless, reckless, yeah (bitch!)

[Chorus: Alice and the Glass Lake]
I’ve drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can’t recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what’s left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival

[Verse 4: Skylar Gray]
I’m stumbling, I can’t see straight
And it’s my fault I got this way
I got my hands on something great
And found a way to mess it up
I did my best, I tried to change
But it’s just in my DNA
I got my hands on something great
And found a way to fuck it up again

[Bridge: Eminem & Joan Jett & The Blackhearts]
Said can I take you home, where we can be alone?
Shorty, you the shit, girl, I ordered you to sit
I know you’re probably feelin’ me more than you admit
Pull up a chair, sweetie, let me order you a drink
I only go to meetings court-ordered from a shrink
So from the bottom to the top, floor to ceilin’
You ain’t run of the mill, you’re one in a million
‘Cause real tits are still fun
But everybody knows fake tits are still better than real ones

[Chorus: Alice and the Glass Lake]
I’ve drowned in high from the ashes
Now I can’t recall your laughter
The smoke of everything go grasp
At ends of what’s left over
And the lights in every broken
Blown-out window screaming, laughing
I hope to feel it coursing out
This is our revival

[Bridge: Eminem]
But hey man, I was framed
I know what this looks like, officers
Please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murdered nobody
I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what? He’s
Got nothin’ to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Outro: Eminem & Mark Wahlberg]
On the ones and twos, to three or four in the mornin’
Rick’s on the cut like Neosporin (Girls!)
He’s mixin’ it up for me and Lauren
A teddy like short for Theodore
We’re outtie, five thousand
I wanna fuck, it’s my big dick
So everybody get ready fucking now!

Elliott Trent – Sex In The City Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got a feeling for you shawty right now
I been working all night
And I can’t stop thinking ’bout your body right now
I know you got a man but he ain’t never around
So he don’t know I be texting you shawty
Can’t wait to be sexing you shawty
Ima’ show you how to execute shawty
I don’t know why he ain’t pressed on you shawty (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
You got what I need
Lost my heart inside your sheets
‘Cause see girl we’re still a freak
Only show that side for me
If you’re down to ride for me
Climb on top and ride for me
Put them panties to the side for me
I’ll eat it in the kitchen right before it’s time to leave girl

[Chorus 2x]
Cause I ain’t tryna’ fuck you in the bedroom
Hit it in the whip you got some leg room
Restaurant sex in the restroom
Any move wit’ you be the best move girl

Let’s go have sex in the city, oh
Get ready, let’s run through the city, yeah
Let’s go have sex in the city, oh no
Girl just let me know that you comin’ with me, yeah

[Verse 2]
Been thinking like how could she be so fine
It’s kills me when you say you need some time
With your make up
Well you kill every woman I could think of
Know a couple places we could make love
Let’s go widen down, let me taste you
What a nigga like me gotta’ wait for?
Let me love you down, make you crave more girl

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m on my way you about to get spooked
Where you wanna’ go what if you choose
Shaw-shawty know just what to do
Soon as I pull up on you
If you’re down to slide for me
Climb on top and ride for me
Put them panties to the side for me
I’ll eat it in the kitchen right before it’s time to leave girl

[Chorus 2x]
Cause I ain’t tryna’ fuck you in the bedroom
Hit it in the whip you got some leg room
Restaurant sex in the restroom
Any move wit’ you be the best move girl

Let’s go have sex in the city, oh
Get ready, let’s run through the city, yeah
Let’s go have sex in the city, oh no
Girl just let me know that you comin’ with me, yeah

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Uh, if you tryna’ ride, we can slide oh yeah
Uh, lit the city lights, get you high oh yeah
Uh, if you tryna’ ride, we can slide oh yeah
Shawty you so fine, oh yeah
I just wanna’ pull up until the sun oh yeah

[Chorus 2x]
‘Cause I ain’t tryna fuck you in the bedroom
Hit it in the whip you got some leg room
Restaurant sex in the restroom
Any move wit’ you be the best move girl

Yelawolf – Get Mine (feat. Kid Rock)

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
I’m a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they’ll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I’m a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking, we’re doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate – uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I’m moving 20 P’s at a time
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Maxon-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Scratches – DJ Klever]
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
(*scratches* "Go DJ!")

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don’t tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
And I don’t give two fucks about your two sips
Wouldn’t give you two dogs to give two shits
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]

Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
If you don’t know me then know me I’ll die in the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track’s unattached and I

[Chorus – Kid Rock]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine
You get yours and I’ll get mine

Niall Horan – On The Loose

I know what she’s like
She’s out of her mind
And wraps herself around the truth
She’ll jump on that flight and meet you that night
And make you tear up the room
Yeah, she loves when everybody’s watching
She knows the way her body moves
She loves the way they all crawl back when she says
That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming)
She’s on the loose (she’s coming)
She’s coming for you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming)
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
She’ll dance in the dark
A real work of art
Her eyes could burn down the room
So get out while you can
You don’t understand
She doesn’t know how to lose
Yeah, she loves when everybody’s watching
She knows the way her body moves
She loves the way they all crawl back when she says
That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming)
She’s on the loose (she’s coming)
She’s coming for you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming)
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
She’ll run with your mind and pull you in tight
Then trade you in for something new
I know what it’s like, I fell for it twice
And now I’m just warning you
She loves when everybody’s watching
She knows the way her body moves
She loves the way they all crawl back when she says
That she loves nobody else but you
She loves when everybody’s watching
She knows the way her body moves
She loves the way they all crawl back when she says
That she loves nobody else but you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming)
She’s on the loose (she’s coming)
She’s coming for you
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming)
She’s on the loose (she’s coming, she’s coming for you)
She’s on the loose
She’s on the loose

Kid Ink – Tell Somebody

[Verse 1]
After all the shit we did
You gon’ make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody
Plead the fifth
But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody
The way I hit it, you gon’ make me have to surf on that ocean that I might drown in your body
Let it trip, just so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody

[Pre-refrain]
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain’t wasting no time

[Hook]
Tell her hop on that thing
[?] shade, fuck it up
[?], run it back
Way back [?]
I will not sleep
Fuck it up, [?]
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody

[Verse 2]
First off, know I ain’t the type to go kiss and tell, late thing
And I’m so drunk that if I try it I misspell, late thing
And you so drunk that you dance to like everything to come home
We been mixing up these feelings with Hennessy and Patron
Now you feeling a way and I’m bout to jump in the deep-end
I know that you tryna escape, and be my little secret

[Pre-refrain]
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain’t wasting no time

[Hook]
Tell her hop on that thing
[?] shade, fuck it up
[?], run it back
Way back [?]
I will not sleep
Fuck it up, [?]
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody

[Verse 3]
After all the shit we did
You gon’ make me have to tell somebody, make me tell somebody
Plead the fifth
But in my mind I wanna tell somebody, wanna tell somebody
The way I hit it, you gon’ make me have to surf on that ocean that I might drown in your body
Let it trip, just so bad I gotta tell somebody, gotta tell somebody

[Pre-refrain]
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
You really blowing my mind
Oh, oh, oh ma-mama
I ain’t wasting no time

[Hook]
Tell her hop on that thing
[?] shade, fuck it up
[?], run it back
Way back [?]
I will not sleep
Fuck it up, [?]
Turn around and baby run it back
I wish I could tell somebody

[Outro]
I should tell somebody about you
That body you showin’ off, girl you should be proud to
The outfit you got on, I’m tryna get you out them
So glad that I found you, let’s do
You ain’t really need to push it round you
But still something in the fifth
Hope your ready for round two

PnB Rock – Issues (feat. Russ)

[Intro: PnB Rock]
Ness on the beat
Yeah
Jeffing up like Pasquale, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I got some issues, I know that, I can’t lie (Yeah)
‘Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side
I got some issues that I know I can’t hide
Say to my bitch that I love her but I lied (Yeah)
I got some issues, I know that, I can’t lie
‘Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side
I got some issues I know that I can’t hide
‘Cause I told my bitch that I love her but I lied

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
You say that you’re lonely, hoping that I notice
I know that it’s sad how a nigga do
Then you entertain me, always baby
[??] you with my bae, you leave so confused
‘Cause I fuck you so good, be all up in your feelings
I make you nut, then you tell me that you love me
Soon as we’re done, you be throwing shit and crying
Look, I had enough, enough, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I got some issues, I know that, I can’t lie (Yeah)
‘Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side
I got some issues that I know I can’t hide
Say to my bitch that I love her but I lied (Yeah)
I got some issues, I know that, I can’t lie
‘Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side
I got some issues I know that I can’t hide
‘Cause I told my bitch that I love her but I lied

[Verse 2: Russ]
Yeah, twenty women gettin’ added to my roster everyday
Some from Texas, some from Cali, some do not live in the States
I’m ashamed, no I’m not
Who am I kidding, man I love it
24 with like 24 reasons to say "Fuck it"
It’s so easy now
Women multiplying off my clout
To tell the truth though, I had hoes when I was sleepin’ on the couch
That’s the sauce, that’s the sauce
Always had it, always will
To the ones who got my real number, let me keep it real
Pour out my exes, I pour up some new ones
Please do not take pictures, you doing too much
Fuck talking, I keep it short like a crew cut
I can’t fuck you if you let the whole crew fuck
It’s been too long, I’ve been fucking since I was tryin’ to get on
And now you got a husband, now you got kids
They don’t gotta know, fuck thinkin’ ’bout this, yeah

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
I got some issues, I know that, I can’t lie (Yeah)
‘Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side
I got some issues that I know I can’t hide
Say to my bitch that I love her but I lied (Yeah)
I got some issues, I know that, I can’t lie
‘Cause I got a bitch but I fuck hoes on the side
I got some issues I know that I can’t hide
‘Cause I told my bitch that I love her but I lied

Sade – Flower Of The Universe (From Disney’s “A Wrinkle In Time”) (Lyric Video)

Oooo ooo ooo
Oooo ooo ooo

[Verse 1]
They come to see the fire burning in your heart
They want to witness, this love from the start

[Chorus]
They hear you when you cry
This love is far and wide
When you smile the stars align
Flower of the universe
And child of mine

Oooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
When you sleep softly the angels come
Like diamonds, like my love
They want to know it’s true
There’s someone in the world, lovely as you

[Chorus]
They hear you when you cry
This love is far and wide
When you smile the stars align
Flower of the universe
And child of mine

Oooo ooo ooo
Oooo ooo ooo
Oooo ooo ooo
Oooo ooo ooo

Stone Temple Pilots – The Art Of Letting Go

You can drive, you don’t even know me
I don’t mind, I’ll just take the back seat
Close my eyes, ’cause I just need to rest now
I’m so tired, from always running in and out

Get in line, just another repeat
Keep in time, we’re moving to the new beat
Close my eyes, ’cause I just need to rest now
I’m so tired, from always running in and out

Of all the places I have gone
And all the faces I have known
They never seem to feel like home
And now it’s time for letting go

I hope to see your smile again
But some day’s far too long of a road

The art of letting go
I may be setting myself up to have to
Walk the streets alone
For letting go

You can drive, I don’t even know me
Take your time, it’s only for the lonely
It’s in your eyes, and I don’t need to rest now
I’m alright, it’s never hard to figure out

Find the time, we don’t need a repeat
Keep in mind, we’re moving to a new beat
A rise in tide, out there is the feeling
I’m so tired, but only when I’m breathing

Of all the places I have gone
And all the faces I have known
They never seem to feel like home
And now it’s time for letting go

I hope to see your smile again
But some day’s far too long of a road

The art of letting go
I may be setting myself up to have to
Walk the streets alone
For letting go

I hope to see your smile again
But some day’s far too long of a road

The art of letting go
I may be setting myself up to have to
Walk the streets alone
For letting go

Blac Youngsta – Late

[VERSE 1]
Grandma stressed, can’t pay tha rent
I remember sittin’ on tha bench
Every since I got rich, I ain’t been tha same since
My nigga told me don’t worry, boy that shit just ain’t meant
Runnin’ from tha law, jumpin’ fences
Wreckin’ cars and shit, they didn’t
I ain’t never seen a ho that ain’t went
Every rule, that I bent
Fuck them niggas, they can die tonight
Ima kill every nigga they sent
I got them shooters on payroll, Ima tip every shooter that went
And Ima kill every shooter that didn’t
Why I could kill, I just need me a vacuum seal
I ain’t throwin’ in no white flag
Tell that bitch Ima smack him still, tell that nigga Ima wack him still
Jeep Wrangler got tha 2nd wheel
I got rich off my 1st deal, you got rich off yo 2nd deal
You late !

[BRIDGE]
I got some killas, I got some bad bitches on tha way
I know some niggas that’ll run in yo house for that safe
I’ll do 135 years for my lil bae
I know them haters, they hated, they hated to see me this way
I just pull up on a flex , fuck her face
I just bought another tech, and a K
I got 100 pounds of marijuana stuffed in my basement
Fuck that bitch cuz she dissed me back in tha day

[VERSE 2]
Back in tha day, I was fucked up I wasn’t straight
I had no food on my plate, I had no money in my safe
And no fuck niggas ain’t in my face
Told Yung Lan put a lil’ mo bass
I got a lot of shit I need to say, I put that FN in yo face
My bitch thick wit’ a small waist
I’ll go to Ruth Chris, order me a steak
I’ll kill me a fuck nigga broad day
I got a whole lotta shit on my plate
I gotta make sure my Big Mama straight
I don’t give a fuck about he say, she say
I don’t give a fuck cuz I know we straight
I don’t give a fuck ‘long
As we ate
Heavy Camp

[BRIDGE]
I got some killas, I got some bad bitches on tha way
I know some niggas that’ll run in yo house for that safe
I’ll do 135 years for my lil bae
I know them haters, they hated, they hated to see me this way
I just pull up on a flex, fuck her face
I just bought another tek, and a k
I got 100 pounds of marijuana stuffed in my basement
Fuck that bitch cuz she dissed me back in tha day

Derez Deshon – Hardaway (Remix) (feat. 2 Chainz & Yo Gotti)

[Intro: Derez De’shon & DJ Envy]
Derez De’shon (yeah)
This is the remix
I got dreams of livin’ lavish, in the kitchen whippin’ magic
DJ Envy, Derez De’shon
I got dreams of livin’ lavish, in the kitchen whippin’ magic (bad, bad)
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Bad bitches, bad habits
We got London on da Track
Yeah

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti & DJ Envy]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I had to grind for it (word)
Ain’t battle rappin’ none of these niggas, ain’t got time for it (nah)
My homies gon’ bust me, I’m livin’ luxury, rockin’ this Tom Ford
My mind been through, the Hardaway (Penny)
I went bought a Audemaur today (plain) (Envy)
I was sellin’ cocaina, I was in the dope but the meaner
Yeah, I fell in love with the white girl (white girl), on the first day that I seen her (yeah)
Dirty money, put it in the cleaner, big head hundrid like Gina
Shootin’ bullets, goin’ back and forward like a nigga playin’ tennis
Must be Venus and Serena, yeah
In refridgerator, nothin’ to eat, I’ma go starve today (go starve today)
Lookin’ like Treyvon but I got a big gun and I’ma go rob today (rob today)
Tried to tellin’ people I’m just a rapper but they wanna investigate me
Bought me two white slappers, goin’ to estimate me
I was sellin’ dope when I was 12 (12), always had hate for the 12 (12)
I was out late night tryna get to it, you had to be in before 12 (12)
Big ass L, came out the city, I look Hardaway
Why they trade Z-Bo to the Kings?
Took the team, took the city heart away

[Chorus: Derez De’shon & DJ Envy]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (I took the harder way)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away)
Pourin’ liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday (thug holiday)
Young Penny Hardaway (yeah), Hardaway, yeah
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (harder way) (this is the remix)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away) (this is the remix)
Hardaway (Hardaway), Hardaway (Hardaway)
Hardaway (Hardaway), young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 2: Derez De’shon, DJ Envy & 2 Chainz]
I’m number 1 like I’m Penny, I used to shop JC Penney (yeah, yeah)
Now I go fuck up in Lenox, spend a few hundreds on Penny’s (yeah, yeah)
Ever since I can remember, since elementary, all I wanted was millions
I used to steal from my grandmama change drawer just to flex on them lil bitty bitches, I be like (uh)
I be out after the street light (yeah), these niggas ain’t ’bout that street life (no)
My block was hot before Lil Wayne was Tunechi, I ain’t even kiss my baby g-night (mwah)
Before Tity Boi had turned to 2 Chainz, yeah

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz, I’m a livin’ legend, I been buckin’ 7
I don’t fuck with 12, I don’t even drive a 911
Treat the Panamera like a peasant
Bitch wanna ball with me, I hit ’em with the hesit’
Plain Jane Rollie, this a present
I done sold hoes, I done sold residue
This incredible, it’s inevitable
You don’t trick these folk, talkin’ ’bout things that you would never do (true)
Feds did a sweep in the A, they took the squad away
I was sellin’ bags at Irene, right where my mama stay
I ain’t never had to fabricate, auntie been locked up from ’88
I’m the bomb, watch me to detonate, I’m the best rapper up out the A
Used to sell bags, now I graduate, I got the trap on my resume
I got the crib with the pool and the lake and the gate with the yard, that’s too big to rake
Turned up a notch and I elevate, I got a new album on the way
Rappers or go to the league, what I’m really sayin’ is that ain’t the only way

[Chorus: Derez De’shon & 2 Chainz]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (I took the harder way) (yeah, tell ’em)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away) (skrrt, alright)
Pourin’ liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday (thug holiday)
Young Penny Hardaway (yeah), Hardaway, yeah (Southside, yeah)
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way (harder way) (2 Chainz)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away (they took my hard away)
Hardaway (Hardaway), Hardaway (Hardaway)
Hardaway (Hardaway), young Penny Hardaway

[Outro: DJ Envy]
This is the remix
DJ Envy, Derez De’shon
Yo Gotti, 2 Chainz
Commission Records

Hillsong Worship – Who You Say I Am (Acoustic)

[Verse 1]
Who am I that the highest King
Would welcome me
I was lost but He brought me in
Oh His love for me

[Chorus 1]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

[Verse 1]
Free at last He has ransomed me
His grace runs deep
While I was a slave to sin
Jesus died for me
Yes He died for me

[Chorus 2]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

[Bridge]
I am chosen, not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me, not against me
I am who You say I am
I am chosen, not forsaken
I am who You say I am
You are for me, not against me
I am who You say I am
I am who You say I am

[Chorus 3]
Who the Son sets free
Oh is free indeed
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
In my Father’s house
There’s a place for me
I’m a child of God
Yes I am
I’m a child of God
Yes I am

Marc E. Bassy – The Season

[Verse 1]
Fuck if I get on, imma keep smoking
Hit me later on for some deep stroking
I’ve been writing songs just to keep coping
Check him every month, put a lease on it
Put a ring on it if you’re married to it
Lifestyle of the rich and foolish
All my wives just become music
All my dimes just become shooters

[Hook]
She told me
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"

[Verse 2]
Fuck if i get rich, I still got my brothers
You ain’t nothing new, you just singing covers
Don’t carry the torch if they call my number
I probably live on, I don’t use no rubbers
Summer Seventeen, and it’s hot’ than ever
Let’s go to my spot, just got it together
I don’t got no love, but I really do though
That’s how we get taught, Imma love my crew though

[Hook]
So she said
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"

[Verse 3]
I’ll be loyal baby, I swear I will be
If i step out of line, girl it’s still me
In a Audi, but I’m leaning like the Sun Impala
Acting boujee, girl I’ve never seen you at MET Gala
You a groupee, baby don’t go blame it on ya momma
Plus a dude is basic, probably take you to Cortana
Got beads in my bracelet, let me speak a little montra
Fake it till you make it, that’s the only way to prosper
I don’t see the difference between trap or doctor
Used to see the priest as someone with nothing to offer
Lately I’ve been talking like I got a holy father
Really always felt like music kept from a higher power
If i don’t speak my mind it was just a wasted hour
All in line for line let the story be about us

[Outro]
"No more late night leaving"
I told her, "Baby it’s the season
Everybody’s tryna make a way
And I can never trust a word you say"

Anderson .Paak – ‘Тil It’s Over

[Verse 1]
We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
That aged whiskey and hydro
Good lord, what a nice conversation
I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
You know I talk about you highly
I’m fascinated for the time being
We can laugh until the morning
Or we can dance in the hallway

[Pre-Chorus]
Only one more night in Los Angeles
I really thought I could handle it
But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
I didn’t think this day would happen
I give all this up for a chance at it
You would have thought I’d be the man for this
But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
I didn’t think this day could happen

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Verse 2]
And don’t all this new music sound the same?
Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
Would you stay if your heart had the power?
Would you run and find another life to imitate?
It’s important that we make the best of short time
You could never be my one and only, anyway
Say, can’t a young man dream?
Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
What’s the point? Yeah
Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

Yellow Straps – Nights Up

feat. St. South

Starting up
just fade the lights and maybe
we’ll touch
you’re falling into me it’s those
nights up
barely sleeping
you’re just too much
you light up you light me up
rush in
I’m not scared to be your next of keen
you’re always sleeping I’m all in
too much sun is got me in your bed again
I’ve seen too much
the girl, your friend

Look, just look the other way
Won’t you look the other way
While I have my little way with you
Have my little way
Look, just look the other way
Won’t you look the other way
While I have my little way with you
Have my little way
Look, just look the other way
Won’t you look the other way
While I have my little way with you
Have my little way
Look, just look the other way
Won’t you look the other way
While I have my little way with you
Have my little way

How can we get things right?
You’re all in my mind
all of the time
Some say should frankly touch
It’s all in my mind
all of the time
Shall?
How can we get things right?
You’re all in my mind
all of the time
Some say should frankly touch
It’s all in my mind
all of the time

It ain’t something right?
Let me raise your blouse
Are we holding on?
It’s not our flying future?
It ain’t something right?
Let me raise your blouse
Are we holding on?
It’s not our flying future?

QUIX – I’ll Give You The World

feat. JVMIE

Grabs me inside and I was clarified
Let me speechless into the blue
We can’t go back
Broke through the other side
Just give me a chance
And I’ll give you the world

I’ll give you the world (x2)

Grabs me inside and I was clarified
Let me speechless into the blue
We can’t go back
Broke through the other side
Just give me a chance
And I’ll give you the world

I’ll give you the world (x4)
I’ll give you the
I’ll give you the world

Khia – Snap Lyrics

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

Fuck Twitter ’cause I’m snappin’ on the chat, bitch
Pussy snappin’ like a turtle, snapchat that shit
Show that nigga what he wanna see, screenshot it
Twerk that pussy for big daddy, make him think about it
Snappin’, snappin’, snappin’, snappin’, bitch, I’m snappin’ bitch
I’m at the bank, I’m at the mall
Snapchat that shit
Spend that money, get that money, snapchat that too
On my way to the club, snapchat my crew
Take my picture, bitch, snapchat that shit
Screenshot my outfits, send a sexy pic
Snapchat my purse, snapchat my shoes
Snapchattin’ everythang on this absolute

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

Turn the lights up
Is the flash on?
Thug misses in the buildin’, pull out yo phone
Take my picture quick, while I strike a pose
Add yo friend on it, bitch, so she can see it too
I’m snappin’, snappin’, snappin’, snappin’ one mo’ fo’ I go
Snapchattin’ doe ears, nigga, use yo nose
Super bitch in this bitch, I’m ’bout to blow it up
Snappin’ every damn thang ’bout to post it up
No filter, hoe, I see you watchin’ my story
I see you hatin’ doe, but you lookin’ tho
Nosey ass hoes, with yo snoopin’ ass
I see you lurkin’, gon get you something to look at

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’
Too much snappin’

(I’m snappin’ too much)
Snapchat ya bitch
Snapchat ya hoe
Take a sexy pic
Send it to yo phone

New Edition – Tonight’s Your Night Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ralph Tresvant]
Here we are
Just the two of us
Holding on to precious romance
Locked away in another world
There’s nothing wrong when love is with us

[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes it makes me wonder (it makes me wonder)
If anybody understands
How it feels to be
So ready for love, girl, now that you’re with me

[Chorus]
Tonight’s your night (It’s your night, tonight)
I want you to feel the power of our love
Tonight’s your night (It’s your night, tonight)
No one can stop us now

Wooooo ahhhh
Wooooo ahhhh

[Verse 2: Ralph]
When we met, I might have known
No matter what you’d be my first love
Now this feeling sure has grown
Into so much more than I dreamed of

[Pre-Chorus]
This night was made for magic (Made for magic)
We can’t let go of what we feel
This one’s ours alone
This time baby, all our own

[Chorus]
Tonight’s your night (It’s your night, tonight)
I want you to feel the power of our love
Tonight’s your night (It’s your night, tonight)
(Tonight is your night)
No one can stop us now

[Bridge]
This night we will remember, baby, all of our lives

[Interlude]
Our time has come, the night has arrived
So that means all games must be put aside (Put aside)
The magic is here, and it’s coming on strong
(Let’s start the magic…tonight)
And girl, nothing can stop us now

[Pre-Chorus]
Sometimes it makes me wonder (It makes me wonder)
If anybody understands
How it feels to be
So ready for love, girl, now that you’re with me

[Chorus]
Tonight’s your night (It’s your night, tonight)
I want you to feel the power of our love
Tonight’s your night (It’s your night, tonight)
(Tonight is your night)
No one can stop us now

Tonight’s your night (Feel it girl, feel it girl)
I want you to feel the power of our love
Tonight’s your night…

Anderson .Paak – ‘Til It’s Over Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We stayed up all night watching the comedy show
That aged whiskey and hydro
Good lord, what a nice conversation
I’m too floored to get anywhere safely
You know I talk about you highly
I’m fascinated for the time being
We can laugh until the morning
Or we can dance in the hallway

[Pre-Chorus]
Only one more night in Los Angeles
I really thought I could handle it
But the funny thing is, I was holding back tears
I didn’t think this day would happen
I give all this up for a chance at it
You would have thought I’d be the man for this
But the funny thing is, we can never stay here
I didn’t think this day could happen

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Verse 2]
And don’t all this new music sound the same?
Yeah, we must be getting old and grey
We left early, girl, that bed was shitty anyway
We went home and left our clothes up in the living space, aye
Would you stay if your heart had the power?
Would you run and find another life to imitate?
It’s important that we make the best of short time
You could never be my one and only, anyway
Say, can’t a young man dream?
Can’t we all live the life on a widescreen?
What’s the point? Yeah
Yeah, we had fun, if only for the time being

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

[Chorus]
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over

[Breakdown]
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
Ride
I’ma ride it ’til it’s over
I’ma ride, I’ma ride
I’ma ride, I’ma ride

Pouya – FIVE FIVE Lyrics

[Hook]
I can be the one they hate I don’t got time to be liked
I’m that down south 5’5 Florida boy still rolling them dice
Better pay yo dues
Better stay low key
Bitch don’t mind me
Ain’t going back
Put it on me
I’ma live lavishly
I can be the one they hate I don’t got time to be liked
I’m that down south 5’5 Florida boy still rolling them dice
Better pay yo dues
Better stay low key
Bitch don’t mind me
Ain’t going back
Put it on me
I’ma live lavishly

[Verse]
Welcome to the south side where them cute hoes do you dirty in my city we don’t fist bump we dap up and get to swervin in that ’06 vogue
Money on overload momma we never going back to poverty
Fuck that
Hoes on the floor like a rug rat
Crawling at my feet
Rappers been mumbling talking about nothing they got the kids stumbling off the xannies now killin themselves so slowly
And I feel like Mick Folely
When I’m in your bitch raw can’t hold me back
I’m feeling myself still rocking a shoelace for a belt
Only thing changing is my lanes and payments rates I raise the stakes I raise these rappers from the grave so put some respect on my name
My flame is reigning with no label momma said get that bread and lay low while you sippin on yo faygo 45 blow off yo halo

[Hook]
I can be the one they hate I don’t got time to be liked
I’m that down south 5’5 Florida boy still rolling them dice
Better pay yo dues
Better stay low key
Bitch don’t mind me
Ain’t going back
Put it on me
I’ma live lavishly
I can be the one they hate I don’t got time to be liked
I’m that down south 5’5 Florida boy still rolling them dice
Better pay yo dues
Better stay low key
Bitch don’t mind me
Ain’t going back
Put it on me
I’ma live lavishly