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Tabby – V.S. (White Trash Album)

Can’t smoke without believing the fuzz
Gonna cuff your arteries, please check your privilege
Mary let you have your cake like scene from Matilda
Shit so schizophrenic. But Jesus Christ, you can’t even freestyle
Spend years writing tracks people won’t hear. Buy some time, switch ivory to a gold
Once you quit feeling lower than Tyrian knees to floor
You slipping boy, how you supposed to move forward? Super laughable bro
Earl Grey black as Idris Alba’s nostrils brew in your skull
Mother fucker, please get outta your dome! Contemplating the quarrel, your cranium should be quarantined
Liquid pouring down the steps of your temples, feel the chemistry Of loathing oneself enough to score it with pen ink
Bet he penny pinching on giving two cents towards anything
Watch him elevate; still mope bout that chick he ain’t ever date
The world’s seen better days without that freckled face
Ya fiend for females who can’t screen through his baggage
But TSA get boosted while that ego get damaged
I’m your Smeagule, I’m the reason you don’t seek helping hands Just stare down at your own. I’m the reason they’re clammy
But just remember, sucka: I’m the reason you’re Tabby Smile
With teeth more yellow than Homer’s piss
A juicy fruit rapper cutting more lines than the Olson twins
Pick your poison, pin up bitches or potpourri? Nope. A cracker sure ain’t the motive here
Scratching the surface only a scrotum itch
Go for sniff, went unnoticed like the potential possessed in here
Daddy ought to have spanked ya
Had he not pampered you in Pampers
Would have grown like a man, instead you grew like a canker
Hypochondriac who think he have cancer
Any time he feeling slightly off, man what the fuck happened? Haven’t seen a dentist in
(Uhhhh) You can’t remember? Facts & mirrors, facing either? [Verse]
You wanna be on TV more than pay for the rent
The type to fill an empty Fiji to impress while you quench thirst
That stomach getting queasy when reality set
Jehovah’s Witness knock is opportunity, you don’t answer
Get off that lazy boy, lazy boy
Green with envy over green just make you jaded, boy
Them ladies just like life: ya ain’t at Staples, boy
Can’t check yourself in streams if you
Still on momma’s cable bill, boy
Tweeting at celebrities while the bird on your shoulder
Setting quests for that booty. Sniffing out the bitch in you, this doberman huffing
Lucky I don’t pick a snub up and just utter fuck it
Blowing chances like Malkova, you ain’t on the come up
Put yourself so far in debt for PS4 and a plasma
Now Gordo put cash toward it, should
Knock your head back like tortoise ’cause
You don’t help him or even pick the damn phone up
Those eyes not on the prize, or ball, just post mortem
Sitting on Snapchat for ass pics and to blow up? Baby tooth could buy a pint bruh, it needs removal
Your solution? Boas coiled round your throat showing gold found in phobia?

Tabby – Mahogany (White Trash Album)

Ditch doubt for a minute
Lift the shoulders and vibe
This couch getting lived in. [Verse 1]
Sockless in sneakers
Stench equals the havoc. The scripture for White Trash
"Who this narcissistic heretic?" You might ask
Not me. These dimples deeper than what’s currently popping
Lyrically foxy, all your thoughts want me. Give them keys up, no drive
Focus staying in the garage with monoxide sitting shotty
Pipes smoke. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Pause
Alright now silence those broads, please? I’m reeking
Not reaping benefits too frequent
Tally up my defeats, they’re increasing
Squaring up with ballerinas in sequent dresses
Doppelgänger brought them demons
They’re leaving messes
My place a sty and I just cleaned it completely
Let out a sigh like the doggie, good grief it’s
Hard enough keeping up with hygiene
Kiss me with some passion
Chemistry once the prefix
Of my romance with the reaper ’till she slipped
Once a cheater, they will be until defense
Runs out of reefer
[Hook]
Boy, relax. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate I’m high
My priorities twisted. [Hook]
I said
I said
Boy, relax. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
[Verse 2]
Inspired when I watch films bout
What happens when I slip out of reality
Like panties on mind. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Boy, relax. Now pope switch zucchetto for dad cap
Religion for ass clad in acid washed shorts
Wine & wafers for thigh gaps.

Tabby – Twelve 27 (White Trash Album)

I don’t know. Didn’t even work
Now he hang out in the basement
With his face printed on a shirt
Uh
Twelve 27
Written on my skin to remember my mortality
Last of my daddy’s. [Intro]
Don’t believe in deities, believe you hearing me
Shrink beneath the sink, fearing someone bout to kill Ralphie
Mind in a blur. No exit
Uh
Twelve 27
Celebrated different, no name on cake
Just dated pics on Facebook
Poems got tears tracing people’s faces
Father water sorrows like a gardner
Uh
Twelve 27
Why was it him? Ambition stirred, It fled from me
Now left & right married for peace & harmony:
Please, no harming me
Don’t believe in deities, believe you hearing me
Shrink beneath the sink, fearing someone bout to kill Ralphie
Mind in a blur. Dad blames himself
Not the helmet. Followed constellations
Walked paces didn’t lead to X, facing
This ain’t the Matrix. I don’t believe in God anymore
Hypochondria, I fear every organ
I fear hearing organs when I kick the bucket
I’m no 49er, can’t find gold in dying
Multiplying my anxiety by the ounce
Suck it up bitch, we all end up in the ground
Close your eyes without closing lids boy
That’s a darkness you can’t comprehend
Uh
Twelve 27
Need to know the answers
Bro, lend a hand. Ambition stirred, It fled from me
Now left & right married for peace & harmony:
Please, no harming me
[Verse]
Twelve 27
Two days later, he back in heaven
Two years of age, I lacked awareness
Twelve 27
Two days later, Dad lost his baby
How could he take it? Nasty habit of romancing bad ones
Buy ’em drinks, something fancy
Finances dad has managed in the trash
Now spending more to cover my credit score & ass
Pop pills after pills, spine is killing
His nerves pinching like how you bother siblings
Don’t know how that feel
Uh
Twelve 27
Two days later, he back in heaven
I think? Joe, just come back Momma pats me on the back
Every chance blown. Off to the Natives, lost in the mountains
Sparked sage.

Tabby – Rufus (White Trash Album)

So burn
Incense & myrrh. Well it all started with a small orange cat named Rufus. Meow. I don’t really fuck with cats, but, Rufus, I like you. Hors d’oeuvres
Expensive turds. Perturbed
Incessant slurs insert
In sections served. Now you would think he would say to himself, "nah, fuck this shit, I’m out," dip the other direction, but nah, not good old Tabby. Believe that shit? So squirm
Let leopard curl unstirred
Or bed is hearse, you heard? Turn to scourge
And sever worms. Purr to blur
My reverence. See, motherfucker, this man went on a long, spiritual journey to find his purpose. The squalor yield
Results for Ponzi Schemes
I’ll feed apocalypse
Sausage and omelettes
Before I call it quits
Slip monarch gauntlets on fists
Since God giving power trips outlets
Spark dipped from partnership
Betwixt parliament. Perk in fur
When pest pinch. And upon entering, he soon found himself face to face with a giant mystical beast sleeping in his lair. [Intro: BIGQUINT]
I suppose you’d like to know how Tabby got his name, wouldn’t you? Yeah, you. [Hook]
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

[Verse 2: Tabby]
Apologies
Did not intend offense
Just pent up, pardon me
Sickened by all of these
Misfits’ anthologies
On disc & spotify
Buzz caught
I’m swatting flies, just missed
They’re taunting me
Pissed off in poverty
Pissed on my dollar jeans
Piss drunk. Rufus bestowed upon him the name Tabby, and decided to accompany him on his journey by taking the form of a simple house cat. And on this path, he became inexplicably drawn to a mysterious cavernous opening–or cave, for you simple motherfuckers. Honestly
Parted to ponder with
Mystical monoliths
[Verse 3: Rufus]
For centuries
Command V’s been telling me
The prowess in their pedigree
Scoff when promises
Pocket dialing greed presently
Yet, exception breathes
Monologue rich in remedy
One that causing demi
Switch in sending thee
To swim in Styx. But this here was baring the reminder that not all rivals are on the outside; most are from within Most would think little Rufus here was adopted from Tabby’s local shelter; you’d be wrong. A mystical beat taking the form of a fuckin’ house cat. Not worth
A second, squirt. See, this dumb motherfucker decided to wake the motherfucker up
[Verse 1: Rufus]
Slumber disturbed. Instead
Decree a halt to next emcees
Walking jock in palm for blessings
Beast stepping down
Paws treading as domestic breed
Lesson: keep testing self
To best your enemy
Let’s
[Hook]
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
[Outro: BIGQUINT]
You see, after countless rappers went to Rufus for his blessing, only to later abuse them, he was surprised to find that this one simply desired guidance rather than fame and power. From murk
Insects with words dispersed
Exodus verse inferred
Pestilence. Litter
Cement with cursed dirt
Respect your work?

Tabby – Yellow Belly (White Trash Album)

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
[Verse 1]
Yo, watch the gawking. Remove her tee: one in sink, two in the fuchsia
"How are you?"
Truth stretched like Dhalsim moves, "I’m doing super."
But mood took a dive. Chumps stacked. You ain’t fresh as me, shit! Conk out easy hearing you get slept on
"I’m unique," you Tweeting? Obvious ya
Only played yourself since you been born
Weasley in a beanie plus Clockwork Orange
Equals treatment. I know my style not too common
Yesterday’s tossed on after whiffing the laundry
The wife of Father Time picking fights to disarm me
We toe to toe like she hiked up them mom jeans
Pinch of Picasso mixed with whiskers of Dali:
Concoction of the artist currently raw as ahi
Talk’s cheap but you begging for a few bucks
Discovered couple glory holes post me fucking Ku Klux
Hokey-Pokey fist in pussy lips if they chose to run
Agony nagging, wants me to do her? Dosage: daily torture
One-hit fuck mugs plunge my porcelain then
Dumped when done. Shocker. Sploosh
By 5, 7 fifths have piled, now all my cyphers haikus
Ditch discs disguised as tight tunes
Piff dyes lungs violet
Gold got your guts the like hue

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
[Verse 2]
Looking forward to your callused corpse
Endorphins kicking more than panicked horses
Sitting stoned with gargoyles and we hella bored
I’m that antidote coursing through bandwagon norms, bitch
Ya’ll doing lines like a coked-up seamstress
Since ’93, funks in my jeans, ripped
Hipster, please. Fuck that, keep coming
Nutsack humungous as cat’s new hunger

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden 300
Rugrat outnumbered?

Tabby – Cranston (White Trash Album)

Jif’s what they spreading for fans acting like Fido
Darkest on my mind, outside so albino (ayy)
She swallow white like the meth game (ayy)
Got skills of Abella, but never giving my dick breaks (ayy)
Go doggie, palm her cheeks like Macaulay, take spliff drag (ayy)
She twerk it while I work in the last hit for this tape (ayy)
The last Pac drowned in DatPiff
Last cop laughed when cam glitched (oh)
One shot got daughters dadless
Squad goals 16 large bought McDonald’s (oh shit)
Glock’s full, 5-0 stay famished (yo, what the fuck just happened?)
Same number on my SPF, rays got Irwin, pale stay the safe pigment (what? Dive in headfirst like Michael
Swim with vipers
Cobra Kai kicking cyphers
Double-X-L sweating like Killer Mike’s shirt (oh shit)
Jonesin’ need to blaze
Blowing donuts like pigs that would fire up Dunkin’
If frosting wasn’t lighter
Field got fuckers saying "real" before larp starts
Katana dice foam bows apart, then go for heart
Like Hardee’s combo with ricin sauce out of Heisenberg’s cabinet
‘Cause motherfucker, I am not having it
I’m that hipster who’s lips coax a cinder to light (light)
His moves cripple Richter, whoa, big words you tyke (tyke)
The kid’s foes all elbows, fists curl like prom night (night)
Italian and Irish, both sides of speakeasies
My hair thick and slick, back up fuckboy, G-Eazy
No name will name drop till they drop; this is V-Day
These Tommys rip coats too clothes up for 4th Yeezy (season, Jesus)
My poetry will leave you speechless
16’s with ease
Conscience shit, sometimes ignant
Best bars look like I gave listening to a-listers (really?)
Spit lyrics cold as dude who stowed Buscemi whole
To get chopped like I smoked raw to roach (who the fuck is this dude?)
I’m Poe in office, haunted by phonics (okay)
Let’s be honest here, ya’ll getting offed by a novice (okay)
Get pickets for this .ZIP file snap picture, Mac’s getting first virus
Hold cellular regular to pen zip up papyrus? More like the filling of zits
Gifted as shit
My lines Keanu’s seen in green tint
Achoo (bless you)
Why do he care when mucus airborne? [Verse]
(Who the fuck is this guy?)
(Everybody, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)
I’m that cracker with the scraggly beard (okay)
Glazed corneas matching a matador’s handkerchief (okay)
Stork who bore these adorable busters received
Fully charged megabuster sauced for supper, scrumptious
Buddy, we cutting your set short with sword swing from Voorhees
Before you make the OGs go "oh gees"
Please, ya’ll the cream of the crop? So fucked for dollars, caught wallet whacking off to Dare Dorm (okay)
I’m in rare form, got holographic skin
Don’t care for thirsty bitches taking swigs of fella’s styles
(Yo, pass me one too)
I’m taking swings with dusters dunked in lemon lime
Catch a Sprite from the most feisty white since Federline
Now your man’s got booboo
Fist pressed that square’s face in like Bandicoot’s move
That cracker stays a modest emcee
Besides the braggadocio and getting swamped in pussy
Delete beef with foes with the Chrome history
Miyagi plucking bugs, I’m Daniel Besting his reach (okay)
Dipping toes in wonky flows
His opponents solely stroke in quarter notes
This kitten sticking out like cowlick from crowd (uh-huh)
Of fickle dimwits spitting fodder cows would snicker ’bout (uh-huh)
Patience short as corgi limbs
For poorly spitted, dorky quips, really now? Odor from the zip like split open papayas
Rinse, repeat, recycle rappers .GIFs rocking these mics now? The fuck that mean?)
Sweat drop down, froze to the ground, gather ’round
Feel out what the braille says, bitch
(Yo, hold on, what the fuck just happened?)
(You just got me so hyped and now I’m just fucking sad)
(Fuck you)

Tabby – Nordeast (White Trash Album)

(woah)
Dick floating while I write this, epsom soak
To rid skin of Simple Simon saliva
Whiter than pigeon shit
Sticking to his script. Please leave a message at the end of the tone
Hey, Tabby, biggest fan! Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Gang way, I’m swinging cleaves
Capers on my bagel? Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you
I’m rad dude. Don’t revise the hype, Jack! Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Piss-poor peeps performing
Mistaken for Pinkman, ya’ll pass as Nick Nolte
Gut guppies opposing, exposing components
Stiffed, short a few organs: aortas, cajones (your balls)
"Lol, heart my haters!"
Cool! [Verse 1]
If a tree falls in the forest by no man
Does it make a sound only 90’s kids will understand? The MacGyver of lyrics;
Rhyme a paper clip taped to Bic
Dipwads dangled by ankles, drop your two cents
"Thank you bitch!"
Spark with Mary in mangers, the savior take the greatest hits
I buy ’em on vinyl and break ’em to spite God
Got him lobbing that lightning, dodge him doing the Dougie
Quick bust a nut in the nunnery like
Some priests when the youngins weep. Ooooh, kill ’em! Deep throat me
This White Trash! (dang deep)
Asterisk, hit the blunt, shift 8, dankest meme
Lamest beef brung to me? I remember 6th grade with them bracelets too
Ya’ll like, "Hello fellow kids! Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. I’m so relatable
So hip with hip-hop, hips got stainless tool
Nymphs for days, they drool for my crazy jewels!"
But I ain’t falling for a fake, pay too
Close attention to what makes you you
One sitting, albums finished? Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you
I’m rad dude. Ooooh, kill ’em! Yo
Tongue and cheek? Ooooh, kill ’em! [Intro]
Hello, you have reached Tabby. Ooooh, kill ’em! (x4)

[Hook]
I’m rad dude. Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Totally
Locate Kony and bring him in only one trip with groceries
You know it’s me
[Hook]
I’m rad dude. I just wanted to that say your music got me rock hard! (gross)
Haze plumes from doobie
Blowing shapes for YouTube done got you famous? Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you
[Verse 2]
Six Nordeast before me. If pastor used adlibs, that Bible go thrice plat
Rivals benign, I’m making doctors break ice bad
Keep stroking that ego with weak flows Popeye ass
I’m Charlie in jean shorts beating rats.

Tabby – Buckwheat (White Trash Album)

His finger reach projectile. Just more sperm
Who ran a red at the exit
Chains the new nooses
Whips bump same abuse that
Slay billboards like dragon
My balls hang like Goku’s did
Newcastle cap to basket passed
Sundays in pews. Bitch, drop the quill
Depression set in, sure, but jotting thoughts with skill
Blurred vision when liquor hitting my tonsils, chill
Stir another one; Khalid tolerance. Vomit, ill
As Doom coughing ’till mask drop
Best darkness like cops who kill
UH! He hopes you can relate to his openness while finding his witty imagery both humorous and thought-provoking. Ick! [Verse]
I’m too sick to go play out-
Side not with the fake. The peace: never keep it down
These squares Cheeze-Nips, two W’s, one E involved
Tabby step up to ring come-up fucks from the semen towel
Force of Katrina mixed with Luke, but he lost his head
Anxious from Mary, but Peter keep on unleashing webs
Keep up with debt like I’m Usain with two missing legs
Screaming "Sharkeisha!" beating dead steed that Tabby’s depressed
Feeling dapper though hollow, dammit
Shadows fit like wet wool, style owned ain’t Rabbit’s 8-mile, dammit
In the womb, soaked in pen ink for 9 months, dammit
Type quotes behind mom burping me; I’m cold, dammit
Minnesotan shirtless with slurpee, while snow
Pile up with who’s hurt me down my road
It’s certain my flow alerting foes like I chirped their Nextel
Dial tones when calling for God’s guidance
Don’t pick up like I don’t with my folks. Sit! He forcing the demons out, believe he bulimic now? Spouting
Fag to my face while pads kept in Dolces
Mouths spitting sorbet-sweet sixteens
B-day celebration. Welcome to White Trash. If you can’t find anything positive to take away from this experience, well, probably because you a lil’ bitch. Now sit back, grab a cold one, roll up if you need to. Tabby has created this project to act as a window into his mind, you see. Sobered up by the wafers
Savior’s blood made him puke. Now that is how you start a motherfuckin’ mixtape. [Outro: BIGQUINT]
Hahahah! I’m sorry
So why not pop doze pills
Hoping Zorro will strike the sheep hopping, still
Lost count like ya’ll without the shrill
Tick from the metronome. So you, the listener, can gather an understanding of how he became who he is today. Do whatever your ass gotta do, bruh, and enjoy the rest of the project

Dave East – No Back And Forth

[Verse 1]
Food stamps WIC checks, and no dental plan (Ghetto)
We bagged the raw, used to let it dry with the ceiling fan
Hand in hand they watching from the roof, drop it in a can
Package is Saran wrapped, duct tape, paper fill my pants
Recollections on weapons I never purchased
That money had me thirsty, shit I need somthin’ to sip on
Straight to the point, told her I got somethin’ she could sit on
Get love out in Detroit like I’m a piston, your bitch’ gone
At Summer Jam, I told Tee Grizz he had a hit
He told me ain’t it a blessing, we really came up from shit
We wasn’t supposed to win
We was ‘posed to post in the pen
Be carefull aproaching men
44:4 shoutout to Hova (Hov)
He till got the kosher (still)
Waiting for NAS to drop, paranoia in the holster (strapped)
I come from roaches crawling
Roaches on the walls and roaches in the hall
Smoking roaches til’ im yawning off

Trapo – Break From Me

Hopeless and confused, education abused
Graduation to lose, channel two
A new nigga on the street
A new statistic
Another dream gone bad
Another song song sad
We pray for better days, wedding rings, and finer things
Which nigga are you? Let this liquor replenish your spirit
Couple hours have passed, a couple days are done
I sent you back on the way
On the road in Ohio, I had a meeting today
Slam the door in Ohio, I get a text from her mom
My daughter just got a job, so eat a dick ’cause she’s fine

[Chorus]
Great for me
Vacation or something
Was waitin’ for you
Was waitin’ for something
In need of a woman
Who tell me the truth
Break from me (was waitin’ for you, you)
[Verse 2]
I remain jubilant
No diss is getting to me, no diss is getting to me
The other day homie say ain’t mean to stop you
But who that girl you would talk to in high school
The one with the nice boobs and all, I’ll wait
Looking fused in office, stayin’ confused and all
Ready to throw a punch, I wonder if it would land
Wonder if this is right, wonder, I pause
Like for a moment, our skin tone make us special
I should try and uplift you
‘Stead of birthing my opposition
Wanna be optimistic
But the dead, poor, in jail cloud the vision for a nigga
Ain’t shit promised but vagina and a sentence for a nigga
Ain’t shit promised but my mama in the kitchen for a minute
Stomach growling, still hear it
Waiting hours, still hear it
Taking showers, still hear it
Ain’t shit promised for a nigga but our spirit
You should fear and take a break from me
Away from me I said, I need a smoke to clear my head

[Chorus]
Vacation or something
A blunt and a nap
Been spent all my cash
Ain’t workin’ for no one
‘Least nobody yet
Right
Break from me (right, right)
Ain’t workin’ for no one
[Outro]
Which nigga are you? Swisher wraps and booze, more ways to move, yeah
Swear this ride
Ain’t so bad at all
Right
I think you need a
[Chorus]
Break from me
Vacation or something
A blunt and a nap
Been spent all my cash
Ain’t workin’ for no one
‘Least nobody yet
Right, right (right)
[Verse 1]
Raffle
Funny how this time you’re the one that’s throwin’ the tantrum
Wanted to be romantic
How do I make you better? Right [Intro]
Is foreplay the move today? Sweats or designer jeans?

Dan Caplen – Flat Champagne (feat. Ray Blk)

[Verse 1: Dan Caplen]
The rent’s late, always, but we don’t talk about it
Up late, most days, living off the night before
Acting all naïve like good things come for free
Like the city’s gonna make us into what we wanna be
[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
[Verse 2: Ray BLK]
The boss calls, ignore, don’t worry ’bout it
Just drink up, don’t stop living like we do
We always find a way to land back on our feet
Cause the city’s gonna make us into what we wanna be
[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
[Bridge: Dan Caplen]
I know, I know we’ll find a way
And don’t look back on yesterday
We always seem to find a way
You know that ghosts favor the brave
[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne

Sampha – Blood On Me (At Glastonbury 2017) (Live)

They said there’s somethin’ bleedin’ in me
Somethin’ screamin’ in me
Somethin’ perfect deep beneath
What I need to, need to get away
So I get it, still it’s get away
And I’d send away, and I’d send away
But my gears got stuck
I’m on this road now
I’m so alone now, swervin’ out of control now
And I crash the whip
And your strength runs through me
Arms out, you pull me
And wipe my wounds clean
[Chorus]
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me, for me, yeah
[Bridge]
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
[Chorus]
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me, for me, yeah [Intro: Sampha]
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I
[Verse 1: Sampha]
Grey hoodie, they cover their heads
I can’t see their faces
I can’t see, see, see, see, see
They’re near me
There’s sweat on my hand
My heart’s thumpin’, drummin’
No need, no need to take from me
Don’t throw the paint on me
I see this light formin’
I got lost astray
And as far as runnin’ away
I still puff, I’m on the edge now
They see me, and not nearly
I nearly lose my grip, but you held on to me
And assured me, and tell me that I’m okay, but
[Chorus]
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me, for me
[Verse 2]
I wake up and the sky is blood red
I’m still heavy breathin’
Felt so much more than dreamin’
I get up, they’re at the edge of my bed
Yeah, how did they find me, find me?

Wizkid – Come Closer (feat. Drake) (Alternate Version)

[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh
[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker
[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy

[Bridge: Wizkid]
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, high note, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, high note
You make me sing, high note, ay
[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie? I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life
[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

Lil Bibby – For Real

[Hook]
Ay, I used to sleep on the floor
I’m never gon’ do that no more
I gotta keep me a pole
Especially when I’m in the go
I know these niggas are slow
Niggas be lying in raps
I just be hiding the facts
Too many guys got whacked
I keep it real for real
You know I can’t fake it
I got the devil on me now
You know I’mma shake it
Rappers be tucking their chain
The guys will take it
I keep it real for real
I keep it real for real
[Verse]
Look, ay, I keep it real for real
Gotta quit popping them pills
Heard you was facing them years
Heard you was taking a deal
I got some homies down state
Wish they could get an appeal
All of they lips is sealed
We do this shit for real
Niggas be dissing the king
Boy I never heard of ya
I got a hell of a team
Yeah, I be with murderers
Some of us burglars
I was a server, ain’t talking bout burgers
I love when it rain
Just give me the pain
The feeling of pain I love it
I took a loss, my bitches got lost
And that’s when I gained the money
I go insane for money
I eat your brain for money
I used to post on the block
I guess I changed for money
[Hook]
Ay, I used to sleep on the floor
I’m never gon’ do that no more
I gotta keep me a pole
Especially when I’m in the go
I know these niggas are slow
Niggas be lying in raps
I just be hiding the facts
Too many guys got whacked
I keep it real for real
You know I can’t fake it
I got the devil on me now
You know I’mma shake it
Rappers be tucking their chain
The guys will take it
I keep it real for real
I keep it real for real

Crooked Colours – Running Blind (Vera Album)

Deep down, I know you know
Baby, I’m the loving kind
Take my hand, I’m running blind
[Refrain]
I’m running blind, take my hand
I’m running blind
[Verse 6]
Are you sure you need to go? [Verse 1]
I’m so cruel
Look how bad I need you
Falls through, you’re so good
My shadow of you
[Verse 2]
I’m alright
Call a ceasefire
A pressed time, a shoreline
A tick on my side
[Chorus]
I’m so cruel
I need you
I’m alright
Just called a ceasefire
[Chorus]
I’m so cruel
I need you
I’m alright
Just called a ceasefire
[Verse 3]
Come inside, make yourself at home
Tell me why your body shows
I stick on, I keep my flow
Lead me to the shadow

[Verse 4]
Think I know [?]
It only took a second call
Now and then I push your hair
I creep along your narrow
[Chorus]
I’m so cruel
I need you
I’m alright
Just called a ceasefire
[Chorus]
I’m so cruel
I need you
I’m alright
Just called a ceasefire
[Verse 5]
Are you sure you need to know? Come on in, come in close
Don’t doubt, I won’t let go
Baby, I just need to know
[Verse 6]
Are you sure you need to go? Deep down, I know you know
Baby, I’m the loving kind
Take my hand, I’m running blind
[Chorus]
I’m so cruel
I need you
I’m alright
Just called a ceasefire
[Chorus]
I’m so cruel
I need you
I’m alright
Just called a ceasefire

Crooked Colours – Come Back To You (Vera Album)

Girl, let’s watch the light
I won’t come back this time, keep an open mind
Don’t just watch me fly
[Pre-Chorus]
Bring me down
Cut me loose
I still can’t quite
Get over you
[Chorus]
I’m crawling home
Bring me to
I wish to
Come back to you
Whole body stoned
Dive into
I always do
Crawl back to you
[Chorus]
I’m crawling home
Bring me to
I wish to
Come back to you
Whole body stoned
Dive into
I always do
Crawl back to you

[Outro]
Body stoned
Bring me to
I wish to
Come back to you
Crawling home
Bring me to
I always do
Come back to you [Verse 1]
I missed you not giving everything to high
But going out alone
I won’t turn my back, I won’t look to the side
In the shadows
How’s it feeling inside? I won’t turn my back, I won’t look to the side
I won’t crawl through the shadows
[Pre-Chorus]
Bring me down
Cut me loose
I still can’t quite
Get over you
[Chorus]
I’m crawling home
Bring me to
I wish to
Come back to you
Whole body stoned
Dive into
I always do
Crawl back to you

[Verse 2]
How can’t you see that I won’t just run up high? Keeps on pulling to provide
But won’t I survive?

Crooked Colours – I Hope You Get It (Vera Album)

[Verse 1]
Can’t escape your shackles of time
We [?] prison into our old mind
Don’t forget it now
Sunshine after shrouded behind
Total darkness, closed venetian blinds
I hope you get it now
[Pre-Chorus]
I hope you get it now
Feelin’ like there’s no way out
Lead me by the hand
Show this man there’s a greater route
I hope you get it now
Feelin’ like there’s no way out
Lead me by the hand
Show this man there’s a greater route
[Chorus 1]
Take me to a place where the quiet’s found
Take me to a place where there ain’t no sound
I know it exists, only seen a glimpse
Feel your soul drift, feel your soul drift
Feel your soul drift
[Verse 2]
Pull me up, set me free
Let my conscience be around this world that I can’t see
Been gallopin’ with Binky so long it’s quite hard to believe
I finally made it from beneath, this air’s much fresher to breathe
Those trials and tribulations convinced me on occasion
Where I belong was somewhere better than this civilisation
So, I was waitin’, waitin’ with a telescope and some dough
Hopin’ to hit you [?] before I learn a bit more

[Chorus 2]
Take me to a place where the quiet’s found
Take me to a place where there ain’t no sound
I know it exists, only seen a glimpse
Feel your soul drift, feel your soul drift
[Chorus 3]
Take me to a place where the quiet’s found
Take me to a place where there ain’t no sound
I know it exists, only seen a glimpse
Feel your soul drift, feel your soul drift
Feel your soul drift, feel your soul drift
Feel your soul drift, feel your soul drift
[Post-Chorus]
I hope you get it, I hope you get it now
I hope you get it
I hope you get it, I hope you get it now
Feel your soul drift, feel your soul drift
I hope you get it, I hope you get it now
I hope you get it, I hope you get it
I hope you get it, I hope you get it now
Feel your soul drift, feel your soul drift
I hope you get it, I hope you get it now
I hope you get it
I hope you get it, I hope you get it now
Feel your soul drift, feel your soul drift

Crooked Colours – Plymouth (Vera Album)

‘Bout me staying a while
Girl, I’ll add some style to this home
‘Bout me staying a while
Girl, I’ll add some style to this home
I’ll add some style to this home (Oh my)
I’ll add some style (Oh my)
I’ll add some style to this home (Oh my)
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my Girl, I’ll add some style to this home
Not a first date yet
You can fix all your phones
Until you’re pretty known
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Oh my, oh my god
I’ve been here for a minute
And it looks like you’re in it for the long…
Oh my, oh my god
Yeah, you’ve been known for pleasure
But you’ll stick with bad weather
[Instrumental Chorus]
[Verse 2]
How can you be so sure? ‘Bout me staying a while? [Verse 1]
Hey, you still cool about it? When nothing more than a three short years
I think on when I see you here

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Oh my, oh my gosh
I’ve been here for a minute
And it seems like you’re in it for the long…
Oh my, oh my gosh
Yeah, you’ve been known for pleasure
But you’ll stick with bad weather
[Instrumental Chorus]
[Outro]
Hey, you still cool about it? Nothing more than a few smooth words
A warm embrace when I saw you hurt
How can you be so sure?

Crooked Colours – Flow (Vera Album)

[Verse 1]
I took off from paradise
And I landed in the jungle
I’ve spent the whole time lost in the clouds
[Verse 2]
I lost my body in the Summer storm
Somewhere over the ocean
I think my mind may also be gone
[Verse 3]
Something more than a steady hand
Is what I need to borrow
Just to level it out and make a new plan
[Verse 4]
Seems of me just to fall apart
To tremble and cower
So, I pray my eyes and ears will be last
Now flow us through
[Pre-Chorus 1]
See nobody go anymore
When colours start to bleed on the floor
[Chorus]
Now flow us through
Now flow us through
Now flow us through
Now flow us through

[Verse 5]
I took off in paradise
And I landed in the jungle
And I spent the whole time watching my back
[Verse 6]
I see your colour in the morning Sun
Somewhere over the ocean
And I swear it means more now that I’m done
Flow us through
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I see nobody go anymore
When colours start to bleed on the floor
So, flow us through, be strong, go on girl
I see nobody go
Flow us on
[Chorus 2]
Now flow us through
Now flow us through
Now flow us through
Now flow us through
Now flow us through
Now flow us through

Seven Lions – Without You My Love (Where I Won’t Be Found Album)

[Verse 1]
I said I’d be right here
I’d keep for all our years a ship through time
Your eyes betray all your fears, flood with all our tears
The tides were high
[Chorus]
I can’t be without you my love
Oh I can’t be without you my love
Without you my love (without you my love)
Without you my love (without you my love)
Oh I can’t be without you my love
Without you my love (without you my love)
Without you my love (without you my love)
Oh I can’t be without you my love
[Post-Chorus]
Without you my love
Without you my love
Without you my love
Without you my love
Oh I can’t be without you my love
[Chorus]
I can’t be without you my love
Oh I can’t be without you my love
Without you my love (without you my love)
Without you my love (without you my love)
Oh I can’t be without you my love
Without you my love (without you my love)
Without you my love (without you my love)
Oh I can’t be without you my love
[Post-Chorus]
Without you my love
Without you my love
Without you my love (Oh I)
Without you my love (Oh I)
Oh I can’t be without you my love