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Zedd – True Colors (feat. Tim James) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stars fall at my feet, keep me grounded as I reach
Higher than I see, is there something there for me?
Pulling back the reins, letting go again
I’m not afraid, I’m not

[Chorus]
All my life, one page at a time
I’ll show you my, my true colors
No I won’t apologize for the fire in my eyes
Let me show you my, my true colors, it ain’t no rainbow

[Verse 2]
A promise with a lie is broken by design
What we thought we knew, has been swallowed by the truth
It’s time to light the flame, right before it rains
I’m not afraid, I’m not

[Chorus]
All my life, one page at a time
I’ll show you my, my true colors
No I won’t apologize for the fire in my eyes
Let me show you my, my true colors, it ain’t no rainbow

[Bridge]
Something tells me I know nothing at all
We’ve escaped our capture
Yet we have our masters
And somehow it’s like I’ve waited

[Chorus]
All my life, one page at a time
I’ll show you my, my true colors
No I won’t apologize for the fire in my eyes
Let me show you my, my true colors, it ain’t no rainbow

Zedd – Find You (feat. Matthew Koma & Miriam Bryant) lyrics

Silent love is calling faith
To shatter me through your hallways
Into echoes you can feel
And rehearse the way you heal

Make them dance
Just like you
Cause you make me move
Yeah you always make me go

I’ll run away with your footsteps
I’ll build a city that dreams for two
And if you lose yourself
I will find you

High on words we almost used
We’re fireworks with a wet fuse
Flying planes with paper wheels
To the same achilles heels

Make them dance
Just like you
Cause you make me move
Yeah you always make me go

I’ll run away with your footsteps
I’ll build a city that dreams for two
And if you lose yourself
I will find you

Open up your skies (Turn up your night)
To the speed of light (Turn up your night)
Put your love in lights (Turn up your night)
I will find you

Make them dance
Just like you
Cause you make me move
Yeah you always make me go
Yeah you always make me go

I’ll run away with your footsteps
I’ll build a city that dreams for two
And if you lose yourself
I will find you

Yeah you always make me go

Turn up your night
Turn up your night
Turn it up, turn it up

I will find you

Make them dance
Just like you
Cause you make me move
Yeah you always make me go

Zedd – Transmission (feat. Logic & X Ambassadors) lyrics

[Chorus: X Ambassadors]
We’re smart enough to know that no one gets out alive
(Never, ever)
Hold on to someone close, friend
Cause you’re never too young
You’re never too young, you’re never too young to die
Remember the ghosts before you
And drink to their souls tonight
And don’t forget what they told you
You’re never too young
You’re never too young, you’re never too young to die

[Post-Chorus: X Ambassadors]
You’re never too young
You’re never too, never too
No, you’re never too young
Never, never

[Verse: Logic]
Uh, tell me is it the day I made it?
Feel like the world is over, don’t know why I’ve been created
I’ve been under pressure but nevertheless I know nothing can measure
Feeling outdated, everybody inebriated
Feel like I’m automated, I’m automated, I’m automated
No, never faded, but debated, a visionary that made it
As it escalated, I elevated and feel like I raided the game
Cause all of this, it just sounded the same in my mind

[Chorus: X Ambassadors]
We’re smart enough to know that no one gets out alive
(Never, ever)
Hold on to someone close, friend
Cause you’re never too young
You’re never too young, you’re never too young to die
Remember the ghosts before you
And drink to their souls tonight
And don’t forget what they told you
You’re never too young
You’re never too young, you’re never too young to die
(Die)

[Post-Chorus: X Ambassadors]
You’re never too young
You’re never too young
Never, never
You’re never too young
You’re never too young
Never, never
Never, never
Never, never
Never, never
No, you’re never too young
Never, never
Never, never
Never, never (oh)
Never, never
Yeah
Never to young
Never to young
Never to young to die

[Chorus: X Ambassadors]
We’re smart enough to know that no one gets out alive
(Never, ever)
Hold on to someone close, friend
Cause you’re never too young
You’re never too young, you’re never too young to die
Remember the ghosts before you
And drink to their souls tonight
And don’t forget what they told you
You’re never too young
You’re never too young, you’re never too young to die

Zedd – Adrenaline (feat. Grey) lyrics

[Instrumental]

Zedd – Bumble Bee (feat. Botnek & Chromeo) lyrics

[Instrumental]

[Bridge: Chromeo]
Break through
Break through
Break through
It’s alright to break through

Break through
Break through
Break through
It’s alright to break through

[Instrumental]

Zedd – Candyman (feat. Aloe Blacc) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Living for tomorrow
Lost within a dream
Tryna find the answer to the question
And it seems that love makes the world feel good

[Verse 2]
Singing in the moonlight
Dancing in the rain
Let the sunshine through to lift your spirit once again
Cause love makes the world feel good

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Chasing after rainbows
Somewhere in the sky

[Chorus]
And it feels so good
Oh yeah
And it feels so good
Oh yeah
And it feels so good
Oh yeah
And it feels so good
Oh yeah
And it feels so good

[Verse 3]
Riding on the river
Of hearts that beat as one
This feels like forever and we’ve only just begun
Cause love makes the world feel good

[Verse 4]
Holding on the memories
Cause smiles are still alive
Looking to the future and there’s happiness in sight
Cause love makes the world feel good

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Walking through my past life
Where the days are full of joy

[Chorus]
And it feels so good
Oh yeah
And it feels so good
Oh yeah
And it feels so good
Oh yeah
And it feels so good
Oh yeah
And it feels so good

[Instrumental outro]

[Outro]
The Candyman can cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good

Zedd – Daisy (feat. Julia Michaels) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Daisy, always climbing up the same tree
Finding love in all the wrong scenes, Daisy, you got me
Daisy, always walking down the wrong streets
Starting fires out of dead weeds, Daisy, you got me

[Chorus]
Let me show you how a kiss should taste
Trust me, I won’t give your heart away
Why you running, running when you got it right here?
Oh, I would love you if you let me

[Verse 2]
Daisy, always dancing to the same beat
Broken record stuck on repeat, Daisy, you got me
Daisy, don’t you know that you’re amazing?
Broken hearts just keeps on breaking, Daisy
And I would take the light out of the stars to help you see
Anything to guide you straight to me

[Chorus]
Let me show you how a kiss should taste
Trust me, I won’t give your heart away
Why you running, running when you got it right here?
Oh, I would love you if you let me
Let me show you how a kiss should taste
Trust me, I won’t give your heart away
Why you running, running when you got it right here?
Oh, I would love you if you let me

[Outro]
I won’t give your heart away
Why you running, running when you got it right here?

[Instrumental leading into next song, “Illusion”]

Zedd – Done With Love (feat. Jacob Luttrell) lyrics

[Intro]
Baby, if you’re done with love, who’s gonna hold you tonight?
Are you done with love so they can’t hurt you tomorrow?
You don’t wanna keep on swimming in the ocean you’ve cried
But I won’t let you drown, I’ll pull you back to the shallow

[Verse 1]
Cause all I ever really wanted
In this short life was you
Tell me who took your heart away
And do you know it breaks mine when I hear you say
That you’re done with love?
Oh, you were done with love

[Chorus]
Give me one night to mend the pain
Because the second we touch, you’ll forget the day
You were done with love
Oh, you were done with love
If you’re done with love…

[Chorus]
Give me one night to mend the pain
Because the second we touch, you’ll forget the day
You were done with love
Oh, you were done with love
If you’re done with love…

[Bridge]
All I ever really wanted
In this short life was you
All I ever really wanted
In this short life was you

[Chorus]
Give me one night to mend the pain
Because the second we touch, you’ll forget the day
You were done with love
Oh, you were done with love
If you’re done with love…

Give me one night to mend the pain
Because the second we touch, you’ll forget the day
You were done with love
Oh, you were done with love
If you’re done with love…

[Outro]
You think you’re done with love
You think you’re done with love
You think you’re done with love
You think you’re done with love

Zedd – Get Low (feat. Liam Payne) lyrics

[Verse 1: Liam Payne]
Chained to a love
But that don’t mean much
Sensitive tough, you don’t get enough
I’ve been drowning in you, lost in the rush
Faded, you stuck? I’ll help you up

[Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne]
I don’t care if we get too loud
Sexy, I want you now
Bet I can take you there
Whispering in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take over the wheel
I’ll give you the touch you’re missing

[Chorus: Liam Payne]
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

[Verse 2: Liam Payne]
As beautiful as you are, I wanna light up your dark
Maybe you don’t believe in me
It’s hard to know what you see in me
Don’t be quick to say no
My chest is your pillow
Come out of the shadows, I know that you’re fragile, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Liam Payne]
I don’t care if we get too loud
Sexy, I want you now
Bet I can take you there
Whispering in your ear
What do you wanna feel?
Let’s just enjoy the thrill
I’ll take over the wheel
I’ll give you the touch you’re missing

[Chorus: Liam Payne]
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

[Post-Chorus: Liam Payne]
I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want that
When the water come down, I’mma get in that
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

[Bridge: Liam Payne]
I’m right here, you know, when your waves explode
Escape the undertow
Know that you’ve been broken
Know that you’ve been hoping
Swimming in your ocean
A new life is floating
The stars were made to shine
Reach up and make a wish
It’s a beautiful time, I hope you take a glimpse
We’re the sound of lovers blowing crazy in the wind
You don’t have to pretend
I don’t care where you’ve been

[Chorus: Liam Payne]
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

[Post-Chorus: Liam Payne]
I like the way you take me there
I like the way you touch yourself
Don’t hold back, I want that
When the water come down, I’mma get in that
Get low, get low
Hands on your waist, let’s go
Get low, get low
Girl, you got the vibe, I’m up for the climb

Zedd – Illusion (feat. Echosmith) lyrics

[Verse]
It feels like the fairy tale is over, I really wanted these pages to begin
With “Once upon a time” like all those lullabies
I should have known better, I’ll admit it, I thought when I let you in
You were my shining knight from all those stories

[Chorus]
This love is your illusion, this love is your illusion
Take me to a place with real-life love
I need a break from this broken-down fantasy
Show me a place I can realize love, not your illusion

[Verse]
It feels like the fairy tale is over, I really wanted these pages to begin
With “Once upon a time” like all those lullabies
I should have known better, I’ll admit it, I thought when I let you in
You were my shining knight from all those stories

[Chorus]
This love is your illusion, this love is your illusion
Take me to a place with real-life love
I need a break from this broken-down fantasy
Show me a place I can realize love, not your illusion

Zedd – Papercut (feat. Troye Sivan) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now we’re staring at the ceiling, you’re so pretty when you’re mad
All that I can hear is breathing, oh, oh
And we’re stuck inside the silence, in a cold, cold war
We’re too proud to say we’re sorry, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Right now it feels like we’re bleeding
So deep that we might not get back up
Our words, they tear through the surface
Like a paper, like a paper cut
Right now, don’t know why I love you
But by the morning, when we wake up
I’ll reach for you and remember
It was just a paper, just a paper cut

[Verse 2]
I find refuge in the distance, even when we’re breaking down
Can we pause it just for one kiss? Oh, oh
Cause I never meant to hurt you, and I know you feel the same
Still the only one I run to, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Right now it feels like we’re bleeding
So deep that we might not get back up
Our words, they tear through the surface
Like a paper, like a paper cut
Right now, don’t know why I love you
But by the morning, when we wake up
I’ll reach for you and remember
It was just a paper, just a paper cut

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
Right now it feels like we’re bleeding
So deep that we might not get back up
Our words, they tear through the surface
Like a paper, like a paper cut
Right now, don’t know why I love you
But by the morning, when we wake up
I’ll reach for you and remember
It was just a paper, just a paper cut
Just a paper, just a paper cut
Just a paper, just a paper cut
Just a paper, just a paper cut

Zedd – Stay (feat. Alessia Cara) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Waiting for the time to pass you by
Hope the winds of change will change your mind
I could give a thousand reasons why
And I know you, and you’ve got to

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Make it on your own, but we don’t have to grow up
We can stay forever young
Living on my sofa, drinking rum and cola
Underneath the rising sun
I could give a thousand reasons why
But you’re going, and you know that

[Chorus]
All you have to do is stay a minute
Just take your time
The clock is ticking, so stay
All you have to do is wait a second
Your hands on mine
The clock is ticking, so stay

[Post-Chorus]
All you have to do is
All you have to do is stay

[Verse 2]
Won’t admit what I already know
I’ve never been the best at letting go
I don’t wanna spend the night alone
Guess I need you, and I need to

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Make it on my own, but I don’t wanna grow up
We can stay forever young
Living on my sofa, drinking rum and cola
Underneath the rising sun
I could give a million reasons why
But you’re going, and you know that

[Chorus]
All you have to do is stay a minute
Just take your time
The clock is ticking, so stay
All you have to do is wait a second
Your hands on mine
The clock is ticking, so stay

[Post-Chorus]
All you have to do is
All you have to do is stay

[Bridge]
All you have to do is stay
So stay, yeah

[Chorus]
All you have to do is stay a minute
Just take your time
The clock is ticking, so stay
All you have to do is wait a second
Your hands on mine
The clock is ticking, so stay
All you have to do is stay

Zedd – Straight Into The Fire (feat. Julia Michaels) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take your dark days and send them to the sun and carry on, carry on
To every lover who ever did you wrong, move along, move along
To every dream that drowned midstream and made you small inside
Take your dark days and send them to the sun and carry on

[Chorus]
Let it go ’til you let go of all the anger
And all the words that made you hurt will burn like paper
Straight into the fire, straight into the fire
And let it go until the smoke is gone forever

[Verse 2]
Crack the windows and take the shutters down and carry on, carry on
Take just one seed and put it in the ground and move along, move along
Cause it’s easy to hold on, but so hard to forgive
So take the dark days and send them to the sun and carry on

[Chorus]
Let it go ’til you let go of all the anger
And all the words that made you hurt will burn like paper
Straight into the fire, straight into the fire
And let it go until the smoke is gone forever

Straight into the fire
Straight into the fire
Straight into the fire

[Outro]
I will not rest until I see
The other side
I will not rest until I learn
To say goodbye

Camila Cabello – Crown (feat. Grey) lyrics

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Been sitting on your tongue for ages
Words dripping off your mouth, contagious
Uh-oh, uh-oh
No skin off your back to blame us
Now waiting on the world to save us
Uh-oh, uh-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Baby on fire
I see you when I close my eyes
I think it’s time
A kingdom that is mine
Oh me, oh my
That way you move is serpentine
Think it’s time

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I’m running for the crown
Running for the crown
So heavy on, heavy on my bones
When I’m sitting on, I’m sitting on my throne
I’m running for the crown
Running for the crown
Now
I’m running for the–

[Post-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I’m running for the crown
Running for the crown
Now
I’m running for the–

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Too heavy on my eyes to wake up
Too heavy on your mind to face it
I-I-I-I
Too high, got your body burning (body burning)
Heads spinning, all the tables turning (tables turning)
Uh-oh, uh-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Baby on fire
I see you when I close my eyes
Think it’s time

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
‘Cause I’m running for the, uh
I’m running for the, uh
I’m running for the, uh
Uh-uh-uh
‘Cause I’m running for the, uh
I’m running for the, uh
I’m running for the–
Uh-uh-uh

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I’m running for the crown
Running for the crown
So heavy, heavy on my bones
When I’m sitting on, I’m sitting on my throne
I’m running for the crown
Running for the crown
Now
I’m running for the–

A$AP Rocky – FTW (Fuck The World) (feat. Tom Morello Of Prophets Of Rage) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
(Fuck the law)
As I maneuver through the streets
A policeman and then they seize bodies of those who disagree
(Like, fuck them all)
I pray the soldiers get release
The price of grief wasn’t cheap
Hoped you kept to your receipts
Where there’s beef
On the side of the feast, I’m a beast
Said it’s me now, hold your peace
Don’t hold your breath
Load your piece
And then squeeze
Then release
(Hail Mary)
Rest in peace
No relief
And that’s why
The fucking martian to the fucking fucking, nigga

[Chorus: Tom Morello]
Well my devil won’t let me out
Well my devil won’t let me out
Well my devil won’t let me out
Well my devil won’t let me out
Well my devil won’t–
Well my devil won’t–
Well my devil won’t–
Well my devil won’t let me out

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Finger on the trigger
Pour the shot down
Now there’s one less nigga
Hold up
(Fuck the world)
Including everybody in this bitch
I off ’em with my fingertips
And force apart his ligaments
Be sure to wipe your fingerprints
Restore back to your innocence
And reminiscing ever since you feel the sentencing before the sentence ended
I’m in the slums my nigga
Not just for bragging
I’m in the field my nigga
This shit for practice
This shit is trill my nigga
Kill or be killed my nigga
Cops is killing children
Get off, only get suspension
Man, this shit’s suspicious
Consequences never in this
Fur these fucking pigs and dirty politicians
Dirty money, wash the business
It’s them early birds that’ll prolly get it
Pull up on you, shut up
Shut the fuck up
Learn how to run or mind your business

[Chorus: Tom Morello]
Well my devil won’t–
Well my devil won’t–
Well my devil won’t–
Well my devil won’t let me out

A$AP Rocky – Fuckin’ Problems (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar) lyrics

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
(I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem)
If findin’ somebody real is your fuckin’ problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, bitches simmer down
Takin’ hella long, bitch, give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a 9
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, A$AP, get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome, make you sweat like Keith
‘Cause I’m the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Gettin’ figures and fuckin’ bitches
She rollin’ Swishers, brought her bitches
I brought my niggas, they gettin’ bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-ish
But least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin’ broads like I be fuckin’ bored
Turn a dyke bitch out, have her fuckin’ boys; beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
(I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem)
If findin’ somebody real is your fuckin’ problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you’ve been leadin’ on
Make me think about all of the rappers I’ve been feedin’ on
Got a feelin’ that’s the same dudes that we speakin’ on
Oh word? Ain’t heard my album? Who you sleepin’ on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fuckin’ read-along
Ain’t a fuckin’ sing-along ‘less you brought the weed along
Then ju… (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo’ eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin’ ’bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reduction
If it’s comin’ from a nigga I don’t know, then I don’t trust it
If you comin’ for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin’
Yes, Lord, I don’t really say this often
But this long-dick nigga ain’t for the long talkin’; I’m beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
(I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem)
If findin’ somebody real is your fuckin’ problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley, now
Vaca’d in Atlanta, then she goin’ back to Cali, mmm
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I fuck ’em at the same damn time
She eyein’ me like a nigga don’t exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I’m Kendrick Lamar
A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Mmm, kill ’em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don’t get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back, I’ll do ya; beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem
(I love bad bitches, that’s my fuckin’ problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem
(And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin’ problem)
If findin’ somebody real is your fuckin’ problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

A$AP Rocky – 1Train (feat.Kendrick Lamar, Joey Bada$$, Yelawolf, Danny Brown, Action Bronson & Big K.R.I.T.) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$Ap Rocky]
Feelin’ like a vigilante or a missionary
Tell my A$Ap killers get they pistols ready
Send ‘em to the cemetery with obituaries
Don’t be scared, nigga, is you ready?
I been thinkin’ ‘bout, all the Os in my bank account
Extra Os in my bed, ‘round the same amount
Ever since this new star fame came about
Or, even since me and Drizzy started hangin’ out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his nuts hang
Transitioned to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drug slang, in the drug game, with the hustling
(I know one thing)
Anything is better than that 1 Train
Bag made at Goyard, cheffing like I’m Boyar – Dee
Probably sellin’ D and in your local courtyard
Braids like I’m O-Dog, a la familia: go hard,
Down to my in-laws, they outlaws with no law

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
We outlaw, then I bogart, any bozack, I approach that
When a toe-tag get broke off in the projects with a skateboard
I roll past and I blaze y’all like “Doot! Doot! ” I hate y’all
When the beef cooked, I ate y’all, like “Mmm mmm” let’s play ball
In a ball park with all sharks and a blindfold I rob cold
My K hot, your nine cold, it bark like canines, throwin’
That banana clip, straight from the rip
I’ll make that shirt stay ripped, I’m on some shit
If I’m not the hottest then Hell must’ve froze over
You thought it was safe then forgot what the code was
I carry traits of a traumatized soldier
Don’t look in my face, I might snap, I might choke ya
Spine right out of place, give me dap like you supposed ta
Rocks at your posters
Drop nice like this, I metamorph like I’m supposed ta
I might slice my wrists or pretend like a vulture
And jump off this – cliff…

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, talkin’ to my conscience
Gettin’ deeper and these flows like conches
I’m on my convict, don’t drop bars, I drop prisons
Don’t sell rocks! Seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow bypassed the bias in the
The violence and the killings, so give in
They see my pigment, and yo that was the ign’ance
Unfortunately, I am not that type of nigglet
But pass the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o’clock with Jigga
And I’m thinkin’ ‘bout signing to the Roc
But my niggas on the block still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me, so I try to prevail
But when I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you’re only gon’ end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga
Wish you the best, for real

[Verse 4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst other white rappers
Or for that matter, any fucking rapper
Fuck it, painter, skater, musician, trailer park
Dirt ditch digging, burger flipping, eat, sleep shittin’ human being
You would be in trouble to buy double a cup of me
To these others, ‘cause comparatively speaking
My reach is beyond the bubble that they put me in
My vision’s beyond the Hubble’s, I huddle with Nubians
You beginning again – you in school at 10, late
Radioactive’s going gold
And so? Great!
Do I give a flying duck if I’m applying love to my rhyming,
Plus aligning us?
Alabama’s climbing up, wait, no I don’t give a flying duck
Nothin’ but a buckshot
“Chick – pow! ”
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood clot
Ain’t never been a rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for a spot date at a Coachella show
Yelawolf

[Verse 5: Danny Brown]
Weed a different color like a hoodrat’s bra and panties
And my flow be overhead like pots and pans in pantries
And see guys, I’m high like Michael Jackson’s penny loafers
Moonwalkin’ on the sun, barefoot, with shades on
The bitch pussy smell like a penguin,
Wouldn’t hit that shit with my worst enemy’s penis
Bitch, when I say this I mean this: “Hoe, I’m the meanest”
Dick so big stretch from Earth to Venus
That molly got me nauseous, I’m shittin’ out monsters
Lawless, obnoxious, on that “suck my cock” shit
That is my synopsis, ostrich plot shit
Hoes on some got shit – “Stop it! You not this! ”
Not this, regardless, heartless and awkward
Cryin’ tears of vodka, premadonna at the concert
A goner smokin’ chronic ‘bout to vomit gin and toinc
Trust me, I’m honest, tell me: “Isn’t that ironic?”

[Verse 6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I shift the beamer 8-60
A heavy smoker so you know I brought the blake with me
The moon’s reflection off the lake hit me
You should have stayed with me, now many Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses drop from boxes very often
Confetti tossing, drinking Henny like I’m Kenny Lofton
Outstanding…
I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, selling Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the Phantom
Damn this shit taste like fantastic
You see me coming through in each state
Just so the lord can put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist I got the briefcase
Gabble slam, I’m a free man, try not to eat ham…

[Verse 6: Big K. Are. I. T]
Spit like my last breath, casket wrapped, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out cold, the legs went flat
After that, bottles I can’t pronounce, like “how you ask for that?”
Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap when all they had was wack
All I wanted was love, all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes
A championship wins the aftermath
Ask Lebron, open palm slap a bitch
Walk the the plank, I’ll break a bank
I’ve been in the business of sinkin’ ships
Choking niggas out with the anchors they they anchored with
Resuscitations cost the label, I’m taxin’ if you want a hit
Clear – fuck your career bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, eighty-sixer, nigga that’s my born year
Get the fuck from ‘round here – that’s just my country ways
Suckin’ on your mama’s titty, bitchin’ while I was choppin’ blades
Grippin’ grain, fuckin’ hoes, candy paint like everglades
Miss me with that rapper, child, I’ll take that shit up with my base
I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hopin’ the world end
So they won’t have to drop another album
B. B. King’s all the king in me so why can’t you?
In order to come up close you’ll have to dig up cash and Elvis too
The way they water flow, Dixie River Pass
Fuck your Louis flag, poppin’ Benjie tags on your wifey’s ass
That’s out of line, but in living color
I ‘m more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers
A true artist…

A$AP Rocky – Brand New Guy (feat. ScHoolboy Q) lyrics

[Verse 1: Asap Rocky]
I’m camo down to my boxers
Gold teeth, a bathing ape
It’s animals in my projects
Like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper
I hold heat, bangers bang
Let the chiquita speak
Let it keep the peace
That Lil B, bangkadang
I don’t care if you blue or you red flagging
Hair swinging, my pants sagging
Hoes all on my band wagon
Your bitch gagging, she jet lagging
All my cause niggas, what’s crackin’?
All my blood niggas, what’s poppin’?
I ain’t set tripping, I just happen
To know who click clacking, who mismatching
Fuck swagger, you been jacking
Fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon
My bitch drive it and my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit chattin’
See a nigga don’t shit happen
I’m finna blow on that Bin Laden
So talk money, check latin (Suck my fuckin’ dick bitch)

[Hook: x2]
Brand new clip, brand new 9
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
That 45 be the big toy
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Clipped up like I’m paranoid
Hot as hell nigga, Fitzroy
Pulled off through the city like {skirrt}
Seen that hoe nigga like {skirttt pop}
Hopped up on a nigga like {murrppp}
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
You wouldn’t be the first covering the dirt
Put him in the ground, he was down to earth
Napped up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes, I’ll teach you how to jerk
Teach you how to jerk
Swaggin’ in my J’s
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out
Should’ve made that ho bigger
Killer charisma these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
You quick with the gat and the dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed
I’m digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, NetFlix on your couch
What this pop corn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin’
You over there lovin’
That bitch be my stuffing, like
Like we really be fucking

[Hook: x2]
Brand new clip, brand new 9
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 3:]
[Schoolboy Q:]
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawls
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This motherfucker hold 15
Smack that ho in, tell the clip get lost
Bitch I’m a boss
Pulled up clean, don’t you hear the exhaust
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron
Who I’m about to fire on?
[ASAP Rocky:]
Rap game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I trap for?
Riding round with that mask on
Like a Mac attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard
Clap on, clap off
[Schoolboy Q:]
Blue pit in my back yard
[ASAP Rocky:]
Red nose my bad broad
[Schoolboy Q:]
Tight and full of that hydro
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pretty nigga, no catwalk
[Schoolboy Q:]
Big burner in your big mouth
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pussy niggas suck lead off
[Schoolboy Q:]
I pull it up then skirt off
Vodka shots, he Smirnoff
[ASAP Rocky:]
40 oz of that Cristal
Rose, that Rick Ross
[Schoolboy Q:]
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross
[ASAP Rocky:]
Mishmashing, no jigsaw
[Schoolboy Q:]
No horseplay when we quick draw
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pussy nigga get a tit job
[Schoolboy Q:]
Hands up, stick your mands up
Your time’s up, the new brand’s up
Brrap!
Q!

A$AP Rocky – Trilla (feat. A$AP Illz, A$AP Nast & A$AP Twelvyy) lyrics

[Sample]
One, two, umm
Buckle my, umm

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Pass the mothafuckin’ Swisher, pour some mothafuckin’ liquor
For my mothafuckin’ niggas who ain’t wit us, keep it trilla
My gold teeth, my french braids, getting throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that’s the case, then I been paid
Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my Cartiers, you small change
You bitch made, I’m old school like gemstars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, a pimp game
I be, I be that pretty muthafucka, A$AP is just my nickname
(I’m comin’ down when I’m tippin’ on them 4’s
Cause we shittin’ on these, shittin’ on these niggas and these hoes)
Cause that purp shit I sip up, your bitch chose, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked, I’m draped out, drip-dripped up
Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin’ my mind
We runnin’, we runnin’, we gunnin’, we gunnin’, we’re gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I’m rare though

[Verse 2: Twelvyy]
All these boppers wanna bop ’em, niggas wanna jock ’em
Not a red light or a city cop that can stop ’em
Going broke is not an option, always on that cash flow
She used to call me asshole, now she drop that ass low
Fuck it man I’m past dope, sour diesel slash coke
A$AP we the last hope, fuck it this my fast flow
I slow it down I pick it up, blue jeans I rip ’em up
That’s swag bitch, you mad bitch, see you in my past bitch
I’m headed to the future, Twelvyy ain’t no loser
Mixing up that syrup, call it Punky Brewster
I’m slurring wussup, don’t tell me to shut up
I ain’t tryna start shit, but man I’m really fucked up
I lucked up, I see it as a come up
I’m on my job man, I see you when the sun’s up
Huh, young niggas run everything
A$AP to the top and these bitches love everything

[Verse 3: Nast]
God bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah
Your bitch, I’m in bed with her, head so good
Make a nigga feel good to the point I wanna marry her
But I be on my pimping shit, check out my limp and shit
I be getting money, getting money, can you dig it, bitch?
Hoes get on my pimping ship all aboard, all aboard
East coast mothafuckas making all the noise, all the noise
I know you niggas heard of us, Raf Simon murderers
Fashion killa word to Bigga Bars, I never heard of ya
Still sipping candy painted whips is what I’m sitting in
Kitchen chemist whipping up that shit that get these bitches in
New York Nasty flow, that’s a little bit of crack mixed in with a fifth of Hen
Business man, middle finger to your fucking business, man
Great adventure shit, rollercoasting take a flick of this
Motion picture shit, bitch I grind like a skater do
Always $trive and Prosper rock what level we gon’ take it to?

A$AP Rocky – Wavybone (feat. Juicy J & UGK) lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
The hustle continues
Gettin’ money is, gettin’ money is
Put your mind to, something you want
Getin’ money is, gettin’ money is
It come true

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gettin’ money is what I do, thought you knew
Gettin’ money is what I do
Gettin’ money is what I do
Gettin’ money is what I do

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I remember all the nights on different corners spittin’ pitchin’ water
Now I’m richer off the shit I thought of
From the home of the richest ballers
I’m Richard Porter mixed with Mr. Porter
This picture all the jiggy shit I ordered
I went to France and almost got deported
The fans is screaming when I hit the border
I visit Nice like it’s my sisters daughter
Vision broad, I thought of all the different kids and all
Whore without a sip of water, time to get my shit in order
And do somethin’ different, gettin’ tired of the same old shit
When I’m spittin’ lines, ’bout the section lines, I sit you kids who listen for us
I see prison for us until we pull back, that’s a true fact
Get money, yeah I do that, thought you knew that

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pimp C]
Candy low slider, I’m a sole survivor
Keep a suite in my riser, bitch I’m keepin’ it liver
Did not envy Joe, I thank fans, talk slow
He think he want a war but he don’t really wanna go
Gettin’ me some head from Sheryl Crow
A helluva blow, from a millionaire snow
You can waste your time, with the goody goody two shoes
Now I’m puttin’ em on the spot, I give a ho the blues
I’m touchin’ on a cock, I put her on the block
You think I’m startin’ over, bitch I ain’t never stop
Poppin’ the trunk, and testin’ the pills
Don’t give a fuck bout where you’re from
Don’t give a fuck bout how you feel

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I’m the best still in this game, I’m rich bitch like Rick James
Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in this game
The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands
Prada store I went ham, my left wrist it cost a lamb
Your girlfriend a groupie like Trident she wanna chew me
Hell naw I ain’t cuffin’ ’em I’m a dog just like Snoopy
And when I leave the mall it’s sold out, erryday shoppin’
Taylor gang, blowin’ money, 50,000 on wrist watches
100,000 in a plastic bag, we takin’ off, bitch pack your bags
Bitch I came from hell and nothin’, damn right I have to brag
Try me and I’ll pop your ass, stupid nigga, get a body bag
All I talk is money ho, rich niggas don’t lollygag

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bun B]
Get money is the main reason most people wake up
The root of why most relationships is startin’ break ups
While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup
While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up
It’s an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar
Some is in the streets and some is workin’ blue collar
Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler
Say your prayer for a player, amen inshallah
Been like that, ain’t a damn thing change
Money on mind, the red of my brain
Candy paint is gonna drip that stain
Lean on left, the grip of my grain
See ain’t a damn thing change but the weather
So If you ain’t breakin’ bread then we can’t even sit together

[Outro]
Gettin’ money is what I do

A$AP Rocky – Max B (feat. Joe Fox) lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear
One, just year one, I’ve been thuggin’ here, yeah
Whole shit is ours, you in awe, please don’t get involved
This is war, walk around a frame with blaze up in this jawn
Behind prison walls, nigga lickin’ balls, pause
Different cause, stricted laws
Damn if I don’t break up in the mall, prison yard, prison guard
No principal, detention on your friends and all
Commissary missing like your sibling’s paw
Uncle Tom, please don’t make my sentence long
Granted what I did was wrong
Pigs don’t show remorse if you admit it all
Missing ma, hope that she don’t miss the call
Admitted that she’ll never visit, like the hard headed never listen, Lord
So tell me how the fuck I’m supposed to eat?
If the richer’s getting richer, the poor’s growing weak
My brother died up in the streets, may he rest in peace
Niggas got heat like Pusha T, get it cheap
Flacko how you been, where you at? I’ve been kickin’ back
Relax place down my favorite thinking cap, scratch my nigga nack
Hitta chtta chat, this and that, A$AP diplomats
I’m missing Max, wish that they could bring the nigga bigger back

[Hook: Joe Fox]
I wonder, laying in my bed
Am I still too young, am I still too young?
And I hold back, thoughts running through my head
Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
It’s like I lace up my boots and call my troops lately
Traded all my hoodie rap for all my suits lately
I’m 26 but I’ve been living in my youth lately
Pull my wisdom, but I still spit it like my tooth ache me
Duck shots, mother fuck cops, what a blood clarts
All I gots my words and my balls and my one cock
Pause, bug shots fly, my young buck died
Passed away from a stray, from some fake tough guy
Now this the kind of story that should make doves cry
Fuck that, this the story that should make thugs cry
Dry your eyes older sis, held ’em close, watch ’em switch
Gave ’em kiss in the midst of all of this
Ain’t too late to pause or skip…

[Hook (x4)]

[Outro: Joe fox]
Sorry guys

A$AP Rocky – Pharsyde (feat. Joe Fox) lyrics

[Hook 1: Joe Fox (x2)]
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can’t face it all I need is right where I belong

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing
Somebody’s mama’s heart is aching, can’t take it, partly fainted
Found these body parts in awkward places, like apartments, basements
Garbage vacant, lots, garages, spaces, Harlem’s far too spacious
Sometimes I wish I could get away and charter spaceships
To get away from my inhuman race with hearts of Satans
Took off my Mason Martin’s, lay on back like Martha Mason
Smoke away my eye and lung ’til later die at 71

[Hook 2]
I lay down now
This someone’s [?] in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace
I lay down now
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace
I pray the Lord my soul to keep

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Gentrification split the nation that I once was raised in
I don’t recall no friendly neighbors face on my upraising
Back in my younger days or razor blades with gangs who bang and never stood a chance
Some boys don’t dance, but left ’em Harlem shaking
On the pavement
And my generation fucked, and my society
Very trippy pages in my diary
It’s the irony how LSD inspired me to reach the high in me
Used to never give a damn now I don’t give a fuck entirely
I think my pride died in me, somewhere inside of me, it’s gotta be
A whole ‘nother side of me
If you seen the shit that I’d have seen in 26 years of living
That’s how many fucks I’ve given

[Hook 1] + [Hook 2]

[Hook 1]

Linkin Park – One More Light lyrics

[Verse 1]
Should’ve stayed, were there signs, I ignored?
Can I help you, not to hurt, anymore?
We saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
There are things that we can have, but can’t keep

[Chorus]
If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do

[Verse 2 ]
The reminders, pull the floor from your feet
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need, oh
And you’re angry, and you should be, it’s not fair
Just ’cause you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it, isn’t there

[Chorus]
If they say
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do

[Instrumental + Bridge]
(I do)

[Chorus/Outro]
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In the sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
Or quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do
Well I do

A$AP Rocky – M’$ (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
One time for A$AP Yams
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
What’s this I see? Niggas tryna act like G’s
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
It’s a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
That’s that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that’s that shit
(You ain’t got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better blast that shit
Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
‘Member, I ain’t ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin’ least (2 Chainz!!!)
I was trappin’ off at least like three phones
Me and Yams made the plan
Then I paid myself and I gave myself advance
Way before I became myself
I’d like to thank myself because I made myself the man
It’s like lately I ain’t myself
I’d rather hang myself before I play myself
I tell her, “throw on the dress with the pinstripes”
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that’s right
Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
Frontin’ like you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
But my neck is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of both
Girls and girls, perpetual
Sippin’ slow, Texas throwed
Comma, I’m about decimals
Chill and get faded
I’m surprised that we made it
Young niggas know the sky’s the limit
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded
Shit, I’m surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded

[Pre-Hook: A$AP Rocky]
I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just end up takin’ longer
Can’t impress with them diamonds though, them diamonds

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
Talkin’ about M’s
Talkin’ bout M’s, nigga, M’s
Make ’em talk about, make ’em talk about M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Nigga, talkin’ bout M’s
Make ’em talk about, talkin’ bout M’s, nigga
Talkin’ bout M’s

[Interlude: A$AP Rocky]
It’s like lately all I ever seem to think about is M’s, nigga
Talkin’ ’bout M’s
See the same thing all up in my bank account
M’s, nigga, talkin’ ’bout M’s
And my YouTube account say the same amount
M’s, nigga, talkin’ ’bout M’s

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Money talk and dogs bark
I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
Lambo, brand new Lambo
With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
I’m outchea, I’m so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea
I swear niggas better wear riot gear
Cause I appear and pow loud and clear give ’em diarrhea, oh
I re-up tonight, I’mma be up tonight, cookin’ a key up tonight
Niggas de-up I slide to the right, throw up a three up in time
Put a B up, let’s fight, don’t get beat up tonight
Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside
Kill you and your dog then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
Like you sneeze you on tight, you got beef I got white
You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white, I got pink
I got pints, I got lean, I got ice, I got needles and pipes
I got clean, I got right, I got mean, I got nice
That’s that Tina and Ike, got on lean on her price
I don’t cheat on her price
Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot
I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?
S’what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK
I eat seafood and steak
But girl I’mma treat you like cake til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
But wait let’s talk about M’s, not about them
I love my BM’s, I love my YM ain’t no more CM
Let’s pluck out the stems, let’s fuck like a nymph
She walk out, she limp, it’s dark and we dim, yeah
We dem niggas, handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
See that we strapped up we cap up your brim nigga
Fill my cup up to the rim nigga, Tunechi

A$AP Rocky – Jukebox Joints (feat. Joe Fox & Kanye West) lyrics

[Hook: Joe Fox]
And I’m a man of my word, that I got nothing at all
So tell me now does it hurt, or is it too late?
I’m a man of my law, I gotta keep my weight up
But who will lean if I fall? But never mind, I’m fly, you know

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
She the type to seek love and make it everlasting
I’m the type to wake up and say you’re never having
I mean I fucked the girl with hella passion
But it’s cold how we smashing
Left her sleeping on a separate mattress
I think her body makes for better practice
Good excuse for my absence like “Flacko where your ass been?”
Heard you done with fashion, now yo ass is acting
I’m tripping off the acid, now yo ass is looking massive
This ain’t the shit equipped with columns from my reckless swagging
This that dark house party with this record blasting
Rolling spliffs, clique beside me, fingers Liberace
When I seen this bitch in Venice, Tommy and some mean Huaraches
I’m all alone though, mood music makes me bop slower
Trippin’ on how I shifted pop culture
Changed Hip-Hop on ya, smoking like a rasta was my pops culture
I be damned if I die sober
I’ll be sure to visit Pac for ya

[Hook: Joe Fox]

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
And shout outs my pretty women in the spot tonight
Let em see them fuckin’ hands
And for the freaks that love the niggas with the Jeeps
Lex, coupes and the Beamers and the Benz, come again
When my death calls, I pray the Lord accept collect calls
Cause I be playing with these womens like they’re sex dolls
Call my Prada prior, cause it’s dropping next fall
Don’t you short the next ball, my closet like the Met ball
She said, “I just love it when you speak soft-spoken
Up in the magazines with your teeth all golden”
Took the whole year off just to learn to make beats
Dropped the flames on my release and leave the streets all smokin’
That touch your soul music, I get you higher, grab your lighter fluid
Might add a preacher and a choir to it
I speak the father’s music, hallelujah
Always Strive & Prosper, stupid
Even Montell can’t tell you how he do it
Sit back and watch me do it

[Hook: Joe Fox]

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Okay let’s get past all the swag trapping and fashion talking
You want that take it to gats or keep it in rapping talking
They rapping bars it get embarrassed, it actually happens often
You my son like my last abortion, I’m just laughing off it
I changed rap with fashion four way, yeah I’m that important
You jack my style, she jack me off, and y’all both acting awkward?
Jiggling baby, nah, go ahead bitch
Ain’t nothing better than the pretty big forehead bitch
Listen close I got some shit to tell you, motherfuckers get familliar
It’s not just model bitches on my genitalia
Did Azalea’s from Australia, trips to Venezuela
Cinderella’s under my umbrella for different weather
Ella, ella, ay just play it like I didn’t tell ya
Niggas taking pictures any time we get together
And hope to fly away one day just like some love birds
Only one word I’m afraid of is the “love” word

[Verse 4: Kanye West]
More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
More power to you, more power to you my lonely one
More power to you, more power to you my lovely one
What’s up bruh? That all depends
With friends like you, who needs friends
Sometimes the best advice is no advice
Especially when it’s your advice
Man remember
Your man was on stage dressed like a family member
Man everything basic to Ye Guevara
That means Saint Laurent is my Zara
I remember Rochelle ain’t wanna fuck me with the polo
Ay bitch you missed out, hashtag #Fomo
I got one child, one child
But I’m fuckin’, fuckin’, fuckin’ like I’m tryna make four more
They wanna throw me under a white jail
Cause I’m a black man with confidence of a white male
Hallelujah

A$AP Rocky – West Side Highway (feat. James Fauntleroy) lyrics

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle, [gold sweats] down the handle, life’s a gamble
And she know, love with me is like a sea note, a side a [?]
A couple white lies, a cup of white wine a pino, Italian grigio
House keys to [?]
Ride from overseas but that’s basic
Wasted high on the west side highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hangovers, leftovers in the Range Rover
Shame on her, make up or get a makeover
Thank over, glim fitted start to takeover
When I brainstorm, all the hoes ain’t got a thing on her
Audemars, season order like summer fall
I throw the Audemars, then I throw out all the ball
New Dior from the boutique store
Only thing in common that we got is that we want it all
Little cutie pie, saw her looking super fly
More Justin Timberlake on my suit and tie
Try to scrutinize, cause I keep two inside
Suicides, no sir, hoes get the uber ride
Or we can kiss ’til the sun come up
Or, sit on my lap ’til somethin’ come up
Jean really wanna club, I don’t really wanna judge
Girl just wanna have fun ’til the fun run up

[Pre-Hook: James Fauntleroy]
On the high way to my place, it’s higher than you ever been
By to my way, we be all day, me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin’ in love
Just too much

[Hook: A$AP Rocky]

[Pre-Hook: James Fauntleroy]

A$AP Rocky – Back Home (feat. Mos Def, Acyde & A$AP Yams) lyrics

[Sample]
Gotta find my way back home, I’ve been away to long
Gotta find my way back home, I’m moving…

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords
Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf
Past the racism and fake-ism
Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs
You other rappers mad soft, mad I rap my ass off
They throwin’ mats off, till I go bath salt
On wax, spitting heat to melt the wax off
I’m Mr Miyagi and Issey Miyake
Ass hole flow, fuck name brands, past logos
Now I’m onto grand raps, hands so low, uh
It’s like my fashion style is the life saver
Guess she wasn’t satisfied with titties that Christ gave her
Bragging that her new ass shots is a life changer
Head so good on that girl that I might pay her, or no
Super laid back cat, opposite of fat black, Al Capone
Tell them lil’ niggas Flacko home

[Hook]
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long
Gotta find my way back home
I’ve been way too long

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Father, Lord forgive me as I load up the semi
Roll through the city, that Joseph is in me
Hold it, don’t load it, reload it
On plenty, any, [?]
That ever voted against me, dissed me
Pissed me off then tried to hold it against me
Or wish we off the worst luck that ever hated
Never hesitated, the designated [?] they did me
You stored in my memory all of the doors that I [?] enemies
Sippin’ holy water like it’s bore from my kidneys
Load the smoke like a chimney, make a toast for the memories
Make a toast for the henny, it’s the best for the remedies
Energy, synergy, frienemies, industries
Finna get advantage on him and his nemesis
Bitches been sniffing
If I, if I ain’t the greatest, bitch I’m one of em
How in the fuck could you front on em
My old ho beefing, my ex wanna be friends
Bronson told me not to eat ham, rest in peace Yams

[Break: A$AP Rocky]
Rest in peace Yams, RIP A$AP Yamborghini
We gon’ take it up town one time
We gon’ take em back, show em how me do
They call me Pretty Flacko ladies and gentlemen
I’d like to introduce Pretty Flacko Sir
Yasiin Bey

[Verse 3: Yasiin Bey]
Magnum spectacular, black man megalas
Shine amethyst, fly champion, it’s like that again
What’s happening? Mathematics master blin’
Flacko season, all day, erryday
Ask me how it’s going, I tell em on and on and on and on and
You led me out to [?]
Steady flowing, staying golden
Sand cover, ready Rover
Flacko glowing in that Owens, that’s how it’s going
Awareness to the areas, familiar with the routes
Travellin man, moving through places space in time
In a country called Earth

[Outro: A$AP Yams]
Nah’mean, these tack ass mah’fucker be in the pictures. Wearing all types of mother fuckin’ red and green stripes, over accessorizing out this mother fucker. We from Harlem, we gave y’all mother fucker this wave. Grab y’all surfboards, cause y’all got your boogy boards ready now. Ya’ll just gon’ keep watching us at the beach show with your mother fuckin’ khaki’s rolled up. Chancletas in your hand and we just gon’ keep surfing in this mother fucker. Straight up. It’s ya boy, A$AP Yams, Yamborghini. Yo Rock man, let these mother fuckers know what it is out this mother fucker. A$AP, bitch!

A$AP Rocky – Fine Whine (feat. Future, Joe Fox & M.I.A.) lyrics

[Hook: Joe Fox]
This love, this love, this love gon’ master it
This love, this love, this love can own our eyes
This love, this love, this gon’ master it
And this love, and this love, and this love gon’ know our

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I think my cup is getting muddy, oh buddy
Is this that punch, drunk, and love it, no buggy?
Eyes bloody when we out in public, I’m hubby, she say she love me
Wasted money on syrup and honey, she think she Duffy
Then I became the druggy, enhance my fame and money
And for your pain and suffering, our time is waiting for me
Expecting pain is from me, but she won’t get a damn thing from me
She just might get a band aid from me, you swear the Benz and these bands ain’t from me

[Pre-hook: A$AP Rocky]
I know I’m a scum bag and now your heart broke
The night is still young, for you to sleep and whine
Slow, slow, slow, for you to sleep and whine
Slow, slow, slow, oh yeah
I know your heart is broken, pick up your wine glass
With your fine ass, before your wine glass
Slow, slow, just lemme see you whine
Slow, slow, oh yeah

[Hook: Joe Fox]

[Bridge: M.I.A.]
How the fuck am I supposed to live
How many fucks am I supposed to give
How the fuck am I supposed to feel
Treated like the bellboy, check and split
Tell your new bitch she can suck a dick
Tell your new bitch she can suck a dick
Tell your new bitch she can suck a dick
Tell your new bitch she can suck a dick

[Verse 2: Future]
You the one that was putting up with me
You see how this screecher wrote to me
I got a coco everything in front of me
Go to fuck your ho after you turn on me
We with the shits on the real, I do this shit on the real
I like to drink on the real, fuck your bitch on the real
We do this shit on the real, keep it real on the real
I was just keeping it G, she don’t spend money at first
Say you’re in love with me, but I know it never gon’ work
I come through, top back, hangin’ out the verse
I screwed up, I’m drinkin’ syrup
I know that look that you givin’ me
This killer she’s awfully into me

[Pre-hook] + [Hook]

A$AP Rocky – Canal St. (feat. Bones) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, live through the strugglin’, life’s a every day hustle
I hustle every day in life thinkin’ back
Takin’ packs up the block them older niggas said I couldn’t hustle
Man fuck ’em niggas, I’ll be back, strapped back pack
Bitch I’m flipping work, hand in hand, I think they call it trappin’
Racin’ laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack
Face the fact, there’s always niggas out there tryin’ to knock the hustle
I guess that’s why they say we trap, don’t let niggas hold you back
I’m just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in
So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male
Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin’
Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch
I went from roaches on my bump to red broaches on the cuff
On my tux, chauffeur pullin’ up, no if, ands or buts about him
I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spend on Goyard
Used it once, couldn’t give a shit, damn or fuck about ’em
Hit Canal Street, real as a gold medallion
Smokin’ blunts in front of public housing
Wildin’ ’til they throw me in ’em cuffs
Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartier’s
Diamonds shinin’ in the frames
Changed the game and made them say Uhh
Ain’t no limits to this shit, life’s a flick, you’re speakin’ to the script
My life is like a movie, they should film me through it
Take a pic, then show the frame and shit, forever me, was always G
Way before this famous shit, y’all just pretend to do it

[Hook: Bones](x2)
You say you got ’em guns, but I’ve never seen you bang
You say you get ’em drugs, but I’ve never seen you sling
Say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Rap game like the crack game, swear it’s all the same, hustle
Whippin’ soda through the pot, watch it bubble
Flex a muscle, hit the block, I better teach you niggas how to hustle
Sellin’ coca on the charts, watch it double
Uh, taking me in zoom and bust my shit, my mobile office
Gettin’ head while at my desk, this shit my oval office
I remember when I got a hundred for recordings
Now to sum up my performances, just put me on the Forbes list
Fuck Jiggy, I’m flawless, fuck pretty, I’m gorgeous
Your favourite rapper’s corpses couldn’t match up my importance
My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements
Heard the people want that raw shit, but y’all be talkin’ bullshit

[Hook](x2)

A$AP Rocky – Electric Body (feat. ScHoolboy Q) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, this year we finna make a killin’
Now the money stack up to the ceilin’
All I know is payback, all I rep is A$AP
Now we finna go off in the buildin’
I could really give a fuck about your feelings
This’d be a schoolboy and a rude boy too
Not a jerk like the new boys, groovin’ like Schoolboy Q, nigga
I done killed a few boys, nigga
Down a couple shots, turn it up another notch
Got a bitch that’s in the spot and she faded
Yeah, corset top with the new ass shots
Couple Instagram likes, now she famous
Nose job, workin’ on some payments
On a new car, now she finna trade it
Next time, you shouldn’t’ve sucked a nigga dick for free
Man, I swear the smart girls are my favorite
(Oh, my God, your cable’s turned off
You shouldn’t’ve sucked the nigga’s dick for free)
Brand new ‘Rari, finna race it
I am not the nigga you should play with
This year, I turned it into the races
All I wanna see is green faces
All I wanna count is green numbers
Man that shit is weird, lookin’ like the Matrix
Gave ’em high power, Always Strive And Prosper
Only took a little bit of patience

[Hook]
Shorty she like to pop ass high
Popped her way up to first class high
She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low
Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Ever seen a crib like this? Diamonds in my ear like wrists
Pull off at the light like, ‘Wuh’, lookin’ like a mil in that trunk
Two-seater got me lookin’ all clumped, hit a nigga wig on sight
Serve a nigga mom off work, I’ma get it so high, I’m Christ
Nigga, ball so hard like Mike, I could whip that bitch like Ike
I can fuck your bitch off hype, pink ring, got bling all right
How a hot nigga rock this ice? 14, almost got that strike
14, almost did that time, 14, had a 905
Clip small, but the shit shoot fine
Shoot a spine, make a nigga recline
Start sparkin’, a nigga go blind, G Ride, hoppin out of Nissans
Do I got them hoes chirpin’? Yeah
Do I put the work in? Yeah
Do I got them hoes out workin’? Yeah
Do I make ’em put the work in the Birkin? Yeah

[Hook]

[Outro]
With your electric body, we found ourselves with perfect ways
With your electric body, we’re never gonna be alone
With your electric body, we found ourselves with perfect ways
With your electric body
With your electric body
With your electric body