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Lomepal – Ray Liotta (Flip Deluxe Album)

Je suis né, j’ai pas tout… Hein, ok! Je suis né j’ai pas tout compris
Si tu cherches des sensations fortes
La mort peut te faire un bon prix
Les pauvres gentils désespèrent
Les méchants les ont laissés s’perdre
Mais pour eux c’est dans la poche
Comme une amende réglée avec des espèces
Personne ne veut perdre son poste
Pour el dinero, pour el papel
Elle est douée mais elle est pas belle
Elle va devoir convaincre son boss
[Refrain]
Mais on s’habitue, bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Tu le sais, on s’habitue, oh non bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Mais on s’habitue, bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Tu le sais, on s’habitue, oh non bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Ça me fait plus d’effet, ça me fait plus d’effet
[Couplet 3]
Paraît qu’la vie sur Terre, c’est un échantillon
L’enfer est flambant neuf, le paradis en chantier
Même si t’es gentil, on t’oubliera comme le premier "i" de "suicide"
Les crimes, les guerres, le passé, c’est pas mon problème mais la suite, si
Je viens de naître, j’ai rien demandé mais je vais me faire plais’ maintenant que je suis ici
[Refrain]
Mais on s’habitue, bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Tu le sais, on s’habitue, oh non bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Mais on s’habitue, bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Tu le sais, on s’habitue, oh non bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Ça me fait plus d’effet, ça me fait plus d’effet
[Outro]
J’ai tout vu, j’ai tout vu, j’ai tout vu
Jai tout vu, j’ai tout vu, j’ai tout vu
Ca me fait plus d’effet… Je suis né, j’ai pas tout compris (moi pas comprendre)
C’est pas gentil d’être méchant
Mais c’est plus rentable que le bonheur des gens
La misère, ça impressionne moins qu’un salto
Ça les ennuie comme le goût de l’eau plate
Ah, ce monde c’est une bonne blague
Je lis les nouvelles pour me faire les abdos (lol)
Tu vas trop vite, tu perds beaucoup d’points
Mais si t’es spontané t’es dans le vrai
Un gros mot qui dérape en coup d’poing
Un bisou qui dérape en levrette (très bien)
T’aimes te battre quand tu sors
Et même si t’as le regard de Ray Liotta
Ton corps peut finir en désordre
Comme les phrases de maitre Yoda
[Refrain]
Mais on s’habitue, bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Tu le sais, on s’habitue, oh non bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Mais on s’habitue, bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Tu le sais, on s’habitue, oh non bientôt ça me fait plus d’effet
Ça me fait plus d’effet, ça me fait plus d’effet
[Couplet 2]
Les prochaines années sont glauques
Chacun se bat pour son clan
Une fille bien dans la maison close
Une pute dans la Maison Blanche, Mélania! [Couplet 1]
Ça veut dire quoi "le bien"?

Lomepal – Pommade (Flip Deluxe Album)

Grand sourire et gros doigt d’honneur, d’honneur
Je protège mon cou comme les gens dans l’nord
Le chef m’a reconnu, il m’offre le döner, oh oui, oh oui
Grand sourire avec mes dents en or
[Refrain]
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de
Cerveau cassé, cerveau cassé
[Couplet 3]
Pas grand chose de bandant dans la fête, triste
Ça revient quand c’est ton ex qui te parle, hmm
J’ai déjà ramené des filles parfaites, dix sur dix
Le seul problème, c’est qu’elles m’excitaient pas, nan, nan, nan
Je récupère tout ce que j’élimine, hmm, merci
Un beau jour cette vie de zombie m’tuera
Enfant adore jouer avec ses limites
Poison violent, mon corps s’habituera
[Refrain x2]
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de
Cerveau cassé, cerveau cassé
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de
Cerveau cassé, cerveau cassé
[Outro]
Ohlalalala, c’est un désastre
C’est un désastre, ahah [Intro]
Hey, la pommade là
Mets un peu d’pommade là
[Couplet 1]
La merde empoisonne le quotidien
Mes amis appellent ça le Frémont
Trop peu de gens savent vivre vraiment
Suis-nous si tu veux voir le vrai monde
200 à l’heure, je suis dans un film
Un verre de trop, j’me sens invincible
C’est cool mais ça dépend de l’usage, ça dépend
Et moi, je suis rarement le plus sage
Bagarre avec un mec qui m’ressemble
On n’a pas su calmer nos esprits, dommage
Dommage, on aurait pu bien s’entendre
Mais j’ai juste dragué la mauvaise fille, merde
[Pont]
Dédicaces aux usines de pommade, shout out
Sous rhum, j’oublie pas que j’ai de la force
Mais, j’oublie que je suis un homme diplomate
[Refrain]
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de Janis
Cerveau cassé comme la voix de
Cerveau cassé, cerveau cassé

[Couplet 2]
Besoin de me relaxer, fais-moi ksaar
Ton pote me serre la main un peu fort, ouïe, ouïe, ouïe
J’ai vu des guerres s’déclarer pour moins que ça, ouïe, ouïe, ouïe
Je suis là pour faire mon trou comme le poppers, aïe
Ce monde est dangereux oui, mais moi j’ai pô peur, même pô peur
Bestial, j’ai fait des choses irrémédiables, aïe
Le diable surgit de nulle part comme un pop-up
Un jour, j’écrirai ma propre histoire
Je suis tellement high, je veux retenir qu’un chapitre, oui
Celui où je vis tout nu sans problème de maille
J’suis tellement high, les nuages me cachent la… la bite!

Lomepal – Lucy (feat. 2Fingz) (Flip Deluxe Album)

J’ai pas ma licence ni un DEM mais ils peuvent attendre à l’usine
J’ai d’jà bien trop rêver à faire le thug, trop tard pour m’excuser
Il est passé où tout l’bénéf’ des intérêts qu’on déduisait? Y’a pas à dire l’appel du vice s’avèra fort et très nuisible
Pendant c’temps-là, on connait mieux nos lyrics que celles de la Bible
J’ai l’soucis du détail, comme un croque-mort l’jour où il s’dé-suici
Posé dans un wagon d’la 12, j’assiste aux prémices de Matrix
Mes potes s’enfument et pillavent, rident la wave sur des lits pneumatique
La vie en rose nous l’a mise à l’envers, j’appelle ça Buu-Majin
Pour moi c’est l’vert, pour eux ça s’ra des p’tits pochtars de Blue Magic
En club, on dépose les bouteilles
Joue pas au con quand tu rinces
J’ai l’endurance d’un vendeur de coke venu du Honduras
Super orgueilleux, hey, on a tous les artefacts
La vie ouais, c’est hard des fois, certains finissent hors de jeu
À bord de l’Interstellar une prière en forme de vœux
La vie c’est pas Arte, fuck, démoniaque comme Hortefeux
Pas comme but d’être ton modèle, j’suis ni ton père, ni ton frère
Les lois du marché sont austères : soit tu payes, soit tu crèves
Les politiques nous traitent de paresseux mais leurs postes sont fictifs
Te paraîssent solide mais n’ont pas les soluces de sombres collectifs
Debout sur la décapotable, tu t’fais shooter comme Kennedy
Tout l’monde souhaiterait un monde meilleur et au final qu’en est-il ? [Intro : Lomepal]
Cerveau saturé comme un train dès qu’y’a un peu d’grèves
Pas d’pauses, même si les pneus crèvent
On papote, on verra c’que nos erreurs créent
Bad boys ne connaissent pas les regrets
Cerveau sature comme un train dès qu’y’a un peu d’grèves
Pas d’pauses, même si les pneus crèvent
On papote, on verra c’que nos erreurs créent
Bad boys ne connaissent pas les regrets
[Couplet 1 : Lomepal]
Génération ballin’, perdre tout sur un all-in
Rien n’est solide, la vie est une cour d’école immense
On fait l’inverse de c’que devrait faire la police
Là où la folie manque
J’t’aime pas mais j’suis bien élevé
Si je te baise ta mère, je le fais poliment
Luxe ou chômage, langouste ou Ricard
On est bon qu’à faire la fête comme dans les films de Kusturica
Mais j’saurais quoi faire si un moment y’a un signe
Improviser, j’connais bien : j’fais mes clips avec Adrien, Momo et Yassine (L’Ordre)
Mon foie est fragile comme une manif’ vide
Faut que j’change mes sales manies vite
J’ai rien appris, j’me vomis encore dessus comme un étudiant
À l’extérieur, j’suis répugnant, à l’intérieur, j’suis magnifique (j’suis magnifique)
Baise le gros bateau, on mène notre propre barque (propre barque)
Y’a besoin d’thunes et le diable veut nous faire une propale
Y’a c’qui faut pour oublier dans le Brownback
On parle que d’meufs mais on passe la plupart d’notre temps entre hommes comme dans les montagnes de Brokeback (Oz)
Pourvu qu’ma rime qu’m’emmène dans quelque chose de moins emmerdant
Fumer ça créé des connexions mais ça m’fait poser trop d’questions
C’est pour ça que j’ai besoin de boire en même temps (hey, hey)
Cette super planète part en cette-su
Mais le diable continue d’me répéter qu’y’a jamais assez d’sucre
Faut s’battre jour et nuit, sept sur sept
On s’améliore mais les acquis n’seront jamais assez acquis pour se reposer dessus (nan)
À force de répéter comment réparer les failles, ma voix s’casse (ouais)
J’ai des techniques sérieuses
Si on forçait toutes ces p’tites salopes de dirigeants à prendre de l’ayahuasca, la planète irait mieux (hey, hey, hey)
Dommage qu’il faille avoir ça pour ouvrir les yeux
Mes semblables veulent faire des thunes avant d’voir la dernière nuit recouvrir les cieux
T’es différent, arrête tes blagues, t’es mignon
Même toi, tu feras tout pour avoir des milliards
Si un jour, tu gagnes des millions (hey, hey, hey, hey)
J’dis pas qu’c’est un bon raisonnement
Mais pourvu qu’j’dépense tout avec des vrais amis (ouh)
Trouver une bonne raison d’avoir vécu, on y est presque
Ensemble on vit, ensemble on brûlera jusqu’à la dernière braise
Squad jusqu’à la mort comme les MS-13
Ça parle politique jusqu’à cinq heures en fumant du hasch (en fumant du hasch)
Mes frères veulent m’faire croire que la société m’baise
Moi j’le vois pas, j’ai la tête dans les chemtrails

[Pont : Lomepal]
Baise le sy-sy-système, t’aimes pas trop le 6-6-6 mais le 6-6-6 t’aime (Yup, yup, yup)
Baise le sy-sy-système, t’aimes pas trop le 6-6-6 mais le 6-6-6 t’aime (Hey)
Baise le sy-sy-système, t’aimes pas trop le 6-6-6 mais le 6-6-6 t’aime (Hey)
Baise le sy-sy-système, t’aimes pas trop le 6-6-6 mais le 6-6-6 t’aime (Hey)
Baise le sy-sy-système, t’aimes pas trop le 6-6-6 mais le 6-6-6 t’aime (T’aimes pas trop le 6-6-6)
Baise le sy-sy-système, t’aimes pas trop le 6-6-6 mais le 6-6-6 t’aime (Hey)
[Pont : Népal]
Yo
T’aimes pas trop le 6-6-6 mais le 6-6-6 t’aime
Sept cinq, 2Fingz
Tolo ocho juego ocho
[Couplet 2 : Nepal & Doum’s]
Ils ont fini quand y’avait plus d’ivoire par déterrer Lucy
On connait l’histoire tout l’monde ment, du coup c’est quoi rester lucide?

Tommy Steele – The Only Man On The Island Lyrics

TOMMY STEELEThe Only Man On The Island Lyrics
I’m the only man on the island The only man on the island To a hundred and fifty native girls I’m the King of the Coral Sea
When my sailboat sank in the ocean How quick they came to my rescue They haven’t had a man to hula for Since nineteen-forty-three
Oh-oh-oh, it’s nice, livin’ in a tropical paradise They cook me all kinds of food And pour sweet wime in my cup So if I’m dreamin’, I don’t wanna wake up
Well, hey number one girl, wave that fan Hey number two girl, hold my hand Hey number three girl, kiss me sweet Hey number four girl, rub my feet
Hey number five girl, bake some pies Hey number six girl, swat them flies Hey number seven girl, sweep the shack Hey number eight girl, scratch my back
I’m the only man on the island The only man on the island There’s a hundred and fifty girls to love Underneath the coconut tree
And the only man on the island is me

Dawn Foss – Christmas Fair Vendor Lyrics

Come get yours now, ’cause I won’t be here for long,
Would you like a book, a t-shirt, or a lovely song? Merry Christmas to you, may your holidays be the best! Feelin’ kind of lonely, wish I had a friend with me
To help me pass the time and keep me company. Smellin’ yummy food, would like a treat or two, you know. Spent lots of money on a fee just to be here. A staff member comes and relieves me for a break
To scope out the crafts and the things the other vendors make. Sittin’ at my table, watchin’ all the folks pass by. Everyone’s a passin’ by my table with a smile
Saying, “Good for you”, thinkin’ that it’s worthwhile. Yawnin’ at the craft fair, wishin’ I was selling food,
Craft fair’s almost over, soon my car I’ll have to load. Lookin’ at the others with lots of customers near them,
Pretty scarves and teas, jewelry, facial creams and wooden pens. DAWN FOSSChristmas Fair Vendor Lyrics
Here I am a-sittin’ at a holiday craft fair. Vending at a craft fair, meetin’ lots of friendly folks,
All of us supportive, laughing, smiling, telling jokes. Had quiet time with God and thankful for the rest,
Hope that those who purchased my items will be mighty blessed! Pot holders, cards, homemade dolls and home baked foods,
Teddy bears and sleighs, angels, vases, and festive goods. Needin’ a short break, but can’t leave my spot to go. Christmastime is coming, is there anything you want to buy?

Avantasia – What Kind Of Love Lyrics

Attraction of the distance to a heart affinity? The love you feel you waste away on me
What kind of love will let us bleed away? No kind of love will make us bleed away
Tobias Sammet:
If only you could be the one to take a look inside
I feel so incomplete
A broken man in need of mother love
I’m suffering in silence and no one wants to see
The only god is watching as I bleed
The star above my matching piece
[Amanda Somerville:]
Oh, this love will leave your heart an open sore
And I can’t reveal what even I don’t know
This love you feel you waste away on me
What kind of love will let us bleed away? No kind of love will make us bleed away
Tobias Sammet:
Feel – that’s all you gotta do
And it will heal you
Feel the pain to lead you home to peace of mind
Dwell inside
Feel – that’s all you gotta do
And it will heal the wound
Feel there will be a song for peace of mind
Dwell inside What if love will leave your heart an open sore
And I can’t reveal what even I don’t know? AVANTASIAWhat Kind Of Love Lyrics
vocals by Amanda Somerville, Tobias Sammet and Michael Kiske
Amanda Somerville:
A dream of dwelling inside
Alone we come and alone we go
And who am I to know what I feel
Sympathy that’s tearing me apart?

Hillsong United – Desde Mi Interior (Live) Lyrics

HILLSONG UNITEDDesde Mi Interior (Live) Lyrics
A veces Te fallé, más Tu fuiste fiel
Tu gracia me levantó, me basta Tu amor
Dios eterno, Tu luz por siempre brillará
Y Tu gloria, incomparable y sin final. Señor Tu voluntad permanecerá en ti
Me quiero perder en adoración
Dios eterno, Tu luz por siempre brillará
Y Tu gloria, incomparable y sin final
De mi corazón Te doy el control,
Consume todo mi interior
Tu justicia y amor me abrazan Señor
Te amo desde mi interior
Señor Tu voluntad permanecerá en ti
Me quiero perder en adoración
Dios eterno, Tu luz por siempre brillará
[ Find more Lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/Qz ]
Y Tu gloria, incomparable y sin final
De mi corazón Te doy el control,
Consume todo mi interior
Tu justicia y amor me abrazan Señor
Te amo desde mi interior
Dios eterno, Tu luz por siempre brillará
Y Tu gloria, incomparable y sin final
El clamor de mi ser es contigo estar
Desde mi interior mi alma clamará
De mi corazón Te doy el control,
Consume todo mi interior
Tu justicia y amor me abrazan Señor
Te amo desde mi interior
Dios eterno, Tu luz por siempre brillará
Y Tu gloria, incomparable y sin final
El clamor de mi ser es contigo estar
Desde mi interior mi alma clamará
Dios eterno, Tu luz por siempre brillará
Y Tu gloria, incomparable y sin final
El clamor de mi ser es contigo estar
Desde mi interior mi alma clamará
Desde mi interior mi alma clamará

Neon Indian – Should Have Taken Acid With You Lyrics

NEON INDIANShould Have Taken Acid With You Lyrics
Should have taken acid with you
Touch the stars and the planets too
Should have taken acid with you
Melt our tongues and become unglued
Should have taken acid with you
Take our clothes off in the swimming pool
Should have taken acid with you
Told my parents that I’m staying with you

Demarco Signs Record Deal With Akon’s Label

The dancehall deejay, whose real name is Collin Demar Edwards, join the likes of Kardinal Offishall, Jamaican duo Brick and Lace, and Lady Gaga who previously called KonLive their home. The deal that Demarco signed with KonLive is a three-album deal and the deejay is already working on the first album. Demarco is the newest signee to Akon’s label KonLive label. Demarco also relocated back to Atlanta earlier this year where he has been spending most of his time working on his career. The dancehall deejay inked a three-album deal with the label founded by the hip hop star. Demarco also signed on to En-Treeg Management which is an artist management company founded by Akon’s wife Rozina Negusei who is a well-connected music business executive in the U.S. We listened to him, went through his music and it was amazing. We were impressed.”
Part of the reasons why Demarco chooses to relocate to Atlanta is his plan to focus on a more global audience. “Demarco is a very talented and creative,” Negusei said. He was introduced to me by Mixmaster David (popular Jamaican disc jock) who brought him to my house. “He can write, produce and he’s easy to work with.

Thug Life

Lyrics to ‘Thug Life’ by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
Scrape the corner
Buy a Rover
Crack inside my [?] sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the crack behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That’s why I don’t smoke no roaches
Niggas tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I’m sick of potion
We have a dog but we ain’t jokers
Big bullets, lead poking
In that pussy, slow motion
Nigga ain’t none of my songs [?]
–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
–Verse 2–
Old style but nigga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming “Fuck you, they want to eat you”
My son got asthma, now I’m having spasms
Fuck the [?] he ‘gone [?], put ’em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall like I’m hearing rattle
(That fuck nigga gone flop man
21 ain’t even no real nigga, fuck that nigga)
We sticking to the G code, nigga we ain’t beefin’ over freak ho’s
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my [?]
That nigga think that he a bullet, don’t like credit, Deebow
30-round hangin’ out the big lot
Ain’t no six shots [?] to a quick stop
[?]
Nigga ain’t pullin’ up [?]
Too much money got ’em pissed off
Nigga, I’mma pull up at yo bitch house
Fuck a niggas bitch, she get a kick out it
Nigga pop [?], ‘gone get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my dick out
Glock-17 with my dick out
–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
–Bridge–
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
I’mma tint, president, like I’m Trump though
Secrest service shooters, leave ’em niggas slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made [?], I got 21 [?]
In my face, [?] in the same count
I was down, bad and now I’m shining like a [?]
You put a ring on her, she ain’t nothing but a drought
The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We ’bout that gunplay, nigga, motherfuck ‘yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12’s and a [?]
Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ
Nigga, we ain’t taking no deals
Lil nigga we ain’t snitching, we ain’t making no sound
Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make mama cry, now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound
–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
Ho stab a nigga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see through
Gang, gang, screaming “Fuck you, they want to eat you”

Baby Girl

Vincent
Pull up with a choppers, nigga started running, not flinching
Bitch, I’m [?], I be running like henchmen
Bitch, you better be a pro
‘Cause you ain’t finna learn how to suck on this dick
Bitch, [?], extended clip on the bottom of this shit
Bitch, [?] and 204, they makin’ me biscuits
Hoe, I’m really rich, don’t know what a bitch thought
VVS bitch, they doin’ a crip walk
Niggas act like [?], you might as well hit chalk
[?] partner throwin’ up the pitchfork
Put it in a bowl and whip it ’til it get hard
I don’t smoke weed ’cause it make me shh-noid
I pull up with the stick and let this bitch [?]
Swear I would’ve shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks
–Chorus–
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl
–Outro–
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
21 Lyrics to ‘Baby Girl’ by 21 Savage:

–Intro–
Yeah, whole [?] ’round my muhfuckin’ neck, nigga
Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, nigga
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga
–Verse 1–
Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can’t change
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain’t got home training
Yeah, [?] chains, too many karats
Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity
Yeah, I’m a gangster, you a bitch, clearly
Yeah, can’t let a broke bitch get near me
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring
[?], I’m on some other shit, bitch boy
Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy
All you niggas get capped, I’m the real McCoy
Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, chips ahoy
Yeah, had to block a number ’cause the bitch annoying
No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign
Red, red, [?] bed, got a nigga snoring
–Chorus–
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, girl
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl
–Verse 2–
Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank redemption
Bitch, I [?], I don’t walk ’round with tension
Gots a island girl and she come from St.

Bad Business

Lyrics to ‘Bad Business’ by 21 Savage:

–Intro–
Yeah lil bitch, yeah
Know what goin’ on lil bitch, yeah
Big dawg lil bitch
Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Ow, wow, wow, wow
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
–Verse 1–
Hellcat speed racin’ (speed racin’)
Suck it ’til your knees achin’ (knees achin’)
Bitch I ain’t got no patience (no patience)
I’m finna take a vacation (a vacation)
Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five thou (yeah)
Cartier shades, twenty-five thou (yeah)
You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg (yeah)
I ain’t got no license but I still drive dawg (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah (21, 21)
Project bitch, real ass, yeah (real ass)
On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah (real cash)
At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin’ bags, yeah (real bags)
You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted (yeah)
I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it (yeah)
I’m smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky (yeah)
That Golden State troopers, I’m finna hit it (skrt)
–Pre-Chorus–
Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (yeah), I’ll smash in it (yeah)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (yeah)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (yeah)
–Chorus–
Bitch I’m bad business (21), bitch I’m bad business (woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (woah, woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
–Verse 2–
Niggas talk (21)
Hoes talk (lil bitch)
Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21)
Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21)
All my niggas on the yacht sewn out (yeah)
I’m in the Hellcat doin’ donuts (yeah)
Your baby mama sleepin’ on the blow-up (blow-up)
Mad Max nigga with the blood clot (the blood clot)
Four-five leave you with a blood clot (a blood clot)
Savage ’round killers nigga, oh shit (oh shit)
Percocets and lean, that’s my dosage (facts)
I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked (smash)
Four four two with the floor shift (rah)
–Pre-Chorus–
Do the dash in it (yeah), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (woah), I’ll smash in it (I’ll smash)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (my mans)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (xans)
–Chorus–
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Alright

Close My Eyes

Do or die nigga gotta do or die, nigga
If you ain’t the one doing it, you gon’ die, nigga
Sometimes I look at God and I wonder “why,” nigga
Why my niggas had to be the ones that had to die, nigga
They killed one, we gon’ kill 5, nigga
Winter time, we gon’ set your block on fire, nigga
Yeah, yeah, like the 4th July, nigga
Broad day, lettin’ them bullets fly, nigga
Pull up with a stick like I’m side, nigga
Gang gang, dare a nigga to try it, nigga
–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog Lyrics to ‘Close My Eyes’ by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
Lot of shots, 30s on Glock
Put you on [?], put ’em in a casket, yeah
Pull up on a Banshee, yeah
Nigga, fuck your handshake, yeah
I feel like I’m the last real rapper ’cause these niggas weird
Nah, these niggas queers sippin’ at Cheers
In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer
Think I got ’em scared, shot ’em in the beard
That’s a chin check, I’m certified everywhere
Man, I’m certified for real, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Used to record [?] on deal, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Pillow talking get you killed, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
[?] niggas say I’m ill, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Bought a pawn shop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Keep my gun cocked for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Nigga, we bond drop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Cut your lawns off for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
–Verse 2–
[?] make it y’alls law
Nah, for real, dog
This bitch done got me pissed off
Need a pill, dog
Tryna make a brick law, we’d be rich, dog
Tryna make a brick law, we’d be rich, dog
I bought a 9 and he front a 9, that’s a half a brick
Got a ‘Rari nigga in the back still in the 6
We was young, you was on the swing, I was playin’ with sticks
In the trap, listenin’ for the brakes on a Crown Vic
Hit a muhfuckin’ squeak, we gon’ hit the cut
Trickin’ niggas in the spot, we gon’ stick ’em up
[?], coroner gon’ pick ’em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your photo to a [?], nigga
Yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, nigga
Yeah, zone 6 niggas love to shoot niggas
Yeah, you heard ’bout it
Nigga, we ain’t worried ’bout ya
Hang around real shotters, hang around real robbers
Y’all nigga real killers, pullin’ up real [?]
–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
–Verse 3–
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Walk ups only when I’m shooting a drive, dog
We woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dog
Have you ever did a real homicide, nigga? Have you ever made a nigga mama cry, nigga?

Bank Account

Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
–Chorus–
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
–Verse 3–
Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that roulette dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
–Chorus–
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
–Outro–
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga? Lyrics to ‘Bank Account’ by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (a chair)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (Oh god)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no [?]
–Chorus–
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
–Verse 2–
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Regular, buy the seats, I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga?

Buried Alive – Numb Lyrics

BURIED ALIVENumb Lyrics
Suffering from my own demons
Where there’s no feelings, there can’t be pain
Where there’s no trust, there’s no betrayal
Where your taught not to care, all that grows inside is hate. Where their solution is violence, violence is your escape
Suffering my own demons.Take a good look at what you’ve done to me
Left alone, so i’ll stay alone
When you don’t open up, there’s nothing inside to break
And if you let no one close,there’s no one to push away
So take a good look at what youve done to me
Left alone, so i’ll stay alone and in myself I’ll believe

Zack Hemsey – The Arrival Lyrics

ZACK HEMSEYThe Arrival Lyrics
Verse 1:
He left work for a 2-week leave
Overdue for some rest indeed
Heading north to a place upstream
Where his wife and his son now waited to receive
One quiet home deep in retreat
Where nobody would know where to reach
But imposition of warfare would hit square and turn off
delight
And the shock had a force to invite
Such a fear that would drive him to flight
Cuz it turned out his wife wasn’t safe on this night
A fear that would cause him to pause
And to pull from his draw his Benelli M4
And to haul in his jeep full floor
With a vengeful jaw on an end life score
But before he could settle this he was bedeviled and
blown
By the way she’d hung up the phone
Her last words now a drone
They had him feeling just oh so cold
We are not alone
We are not alone
Verse 2:
And when it hits you get hit with it
And when it breaks you get broke with it
And when it lights you explode in it
And when it goes you just loathe in it
This is what you call an upheaval
Something like a nightmare’s equal
But he had the presence of mind
To reject thought lines of heroic retrieval
Cuz he heard the panic in her tone
And he felt the weight of unknown
He sensed their helplessness
In the best defense called the local patrol
And dispatch arranged for a probe
Meanwhile he tried redial on the phone
About 4 hours till he showed
Rushed into the house to find no one was home
Verse 3:
Full search ensues
Up and down stairs through every room
A lay of the grounds brought views without vehicles or
shoes
He was quite confused
No evidence of forced entry
No signs of struggle, there’s no sign of trouble
He refused to accept this
He would attempt connections
No, the search resumes
If no footprints then he knew
Entry had to be gained from the chimney’s flue
From the rooftop and trees he drew
A path to the woods, now he left to pursue
30 acres till the river brought it through
With this much land he’d need a plane or a few
Well the Feds made it two and the search party grew
But nothing ever did yield any clues
That was 10 years ago
10 years of no rest and nowhere to go
For 10 years he prayed it a ruse
10 years of theories, no truth
We are not alone

Zombies – I’ll Keep Trying Lyrics

ZOMBIESI’ll Keep Trying Lyrics
In the night you’ll hear me crying
That’s because I’m sad that I’m away from you
If there’s something on my mind
Take no notice
No, I’m just trying to think of something else
If I weren’t, that’s my business
Anytime I want to cry
If I want to feed this sickness
Keep away from me
Cause I’ll keep trying till you come on home
(Keep trying)
Keep trying (keep trying)
Till my time has come
Keep trying till you come on home to me
You thought you could throw away
Everything I gave you just a say a word
Can’t you see that you were wrong
Can’t you see I knew how long you’d lied and cheated
If I weren’t, that’s my business
Anytime I want to cry
If I want to feed this sickness
Keep away from me
Cause I’ll keep trying till you come on home
(Keep trying)
Keep trying (keep trying)
Till my time has come
Keep trying till you come on home to me
If I weren’t, that’s my business
Anytime I want to cry
If I want to feed this sickness
Keep away from me
Cause I’ll keep trying till you come on home
(Keep trying)
Keep trying (keep trying)
Till my time has come
Keep trying till you come on home to me

Charred Walls Of The Damned – Reach Into The Light Lyrics

CHARRED WALLS OF THE DAMNEDReach Into The Light Lyrics
Darkness we have left behind
This journey shared so many times
Beneath the waters black and grey
The cold welcomes us here to stay
The smell of emptiness surrounds
The putrid stench of underground
The dead still seek the ones they meet
And keep them in this world so deep
Reach into the light
Open your mind to sight
Reach into the light
Creatures roaming tracks we take
Sacrifice the deal we make
Without you I wll not move
Throughout this abysmal womb
The energy surrounding me
Pieces of my history
Inside of the air we breathe
The sweet release can you believe
Reach into the light
Open your mind to sight
Reach into the light
The darkness that we left behind

Dawn Foss – Christmas Love Lyrics

Christmas love, celebrate Christmas love,
There is no greater love to celebrate! Hear the bells, smell the pine,
Ride a sleigh through snow;
Rejoice in all the season’s fun,
And let the whole world know
There’s hope and peace for everyone
Who trusts in Jesus Christ;
So roast some chestnuts, eat some pie,
Enjoy some family time! God’s mercy to forgive,
Grace conquered all our sin. Don’t be ashamed to say:
“Merry Christmas! Christmas love, celebrate Christmas love,
There is no greater love to celebrate! God’s mercy to forgive,
Grace conquered all our sin. God’s mercy to forgive,
Grace conquered all our sin. Christmas love, celebrate Christmas love,
There is no greater love to celebrate! He saved us from our tragic fate,
Now that’s something to celebrate! He came to earth to die,
To bring us life again. DAWN FOSSChristmas Love Lyrics
People try to silence Christmas
Saying it’s not right,
But Christmas is a holiday
About a Savior’s flight
From heaven to earth to save the world,
He came just as He said;
He kept His promise, paid the price,
To bring life to the dead. He came to earth to die,
To bring us life again. He saved us from our tragic fate,
Now that’s something to celebrate! He saved us from our tragic fate,
Now that’s something to celebrate! God bless you!”
Rejoice on Christmas Day! It’s not a threat, it’s awesome news! Give some gifts and deck the halls,
Sing carols with your friends;
But don’t forget to spread the love
That never, ever ends! He saved us from our tragic fate,
Now that’s something to celebrate! Merry Christmas! He came to earth to die,
To bring us life again.

Dj Khaled – On Everything Lyrics

DJ KHALEDOn Everything Lyrics
We the Best Music! [Travis Scott:]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
[Travis Scott (Rick Ross):]
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
(Aye, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you my nigga)
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
(So you already know I’d kill for you)
Bentley car and matching Rollie, that’s on everything
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah
[Rick Ross:]
Diamonds dripping on me, she know who the one
Two seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she dripping puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
f**k a fashion, we come mashing out her man’s seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear, and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches posting niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m getting richer, tricking seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see and what’s on television
Chasing a hundred million, baby my natural ambition
Boss
[Travis Scott:]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Bentley car and matching Rollie, that’s on everything
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah
[Big Sean:]
I took my life and bossed it up
I took the risk, coin tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stared that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule its only room for improvement
And I realized all I needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest boy so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says you got a good girl she’s a keeper
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ethered
Yeah, they don’t really f**king feel me man, but when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled f**kin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and the key to the city
[Travis Scott:]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Bentley car and matching Rollie, that’s on everything (Straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah