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Kris Angelis – Kevin Bacon

I see you
Riding shotgun in your car
On this picture perfect night

Pointing out our favorite stars
Killing time

There’s something, there’s something
In the air, in the air
Running your fingers, your fingers
Through my hair, through my hair
And then we’re kissing
Lipstick is everywhere, everywhere
Destination anywhere

All I know is that I
Can’t keep from smiling
I just can’t stop laughing like a fool
I never met someone
Who made me feel the way you do
These butterflies got me so high
I’m dancing on the roof
You make me feel like
You make me feel like

I got some brand new shoes
Just heard that real good news
Whenever I’m with you
Got me like, Oh my!
We’re breaking all the rules
I’m ’bout to cut footloose
Your Kevin Bacon moves
Oo oo oooo

Can we stay forever young
Constellations on the move
In this crazy, stupid love
Me and you

There’s something, there’s something
In the air, in the air
Running your fingers, your fingers
Through my hair, through my hair
And then we’re kissing
Lipstick is everywhere, everywhere
Destination anywhere

All I know is that I
Can’t keep from smiling
I just can’t stop laughing like a fool
I never met someone
Who made me feel the way you do
These butterflies got me so high
I’m dancing on the roof
You make me feel like
You make me feel like

I got some brand new shoes
Just heard that real good news
Whenever I’m with you
Got me like, Oh my!
We’re breaking all the rules
I’m ’bout to cut footloose
Your Kevin Bacon moves
Oo oo oooo

Can we stay forever young
In this crazy, stupid love?
Me and you

Can’t keep from smiling
I just can’t stop laughing like a fool
I never met someone
Who made me feel the way you do
These butterflies got me so high
I’m dancing on the roof
You make me feel like
You make me feel like

I got some brand new shoes
Just heard that real good news
Whenever I’m with you
Got me like, Oh my!
We’re breaking all the rules
I’m ’bout to cut footloose
Your Kevin Bacon moves
Oo oo oooo

Fetty Wap – Rockstar (GMix) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar, bitch

[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters

[Verse 1]
If you ain’t gettin’ money, I can not understand
And if really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans, hittin’ you and your man
If you ain’t gettin’ money, I can not understand
And if really need the money, then we jumpin’ out vans, hittin’ you and your man

[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters

[Verse 2]
In the cut, round with the yelper
Ay, go to war for the gang, body dropper
He a hoe if he tell, he a copper
Used to geek off the pills, was a popper
Pull up in that thing, show stopper
Disrespect the gang, I’m gone pop ya
Way a nigga flowin’, so proper
Got a bitch, so bad the hoes watch her

[Hook]
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters
Every time you hear that “Yeah baby,” than you know that nigga Wap on
You can see my diamonds clear baby, cause you know I paid a lot for em’
Gotta crib in the hills, keep a couple bad bitches on my roster
Baby I’m the real deal, all these other niggas imposters

[Outro]
2018 lil bitch
King Zoo motherfucker
Squad, bitch

Chevy Woods – Alright Lyrics

Verse 1
She wants to top me
Get me alone and give me the sloppy
Yea she Dominican she calls me poppy
I just killed it yea i caught a body

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

Verse 2

From the back, hit my jack, i’m ????
Your boyfriend he don’t ear i’m unpack yea
We be smoking yea just like the m???
You should bring your friend cause its a party
Bitch i’m a thug, i’m the plug, i got drugs yea
In vip with your bitch ain’t no love yea
TLC thats on me, you a scrub yea
He i know hit it, now you want to mean mug yea

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

Verse 3

I know the pussy juicy, thats word to Biggie
She sent the picture of it, i told her give me
I mixed the Bombay with the simply
I’m out in Huston lane, rest in peace Whitney

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type
Alright, alright, alright
You niggas hating, i’m just trying to live life

Verse 4

I’m on my way ??? you know i want a milly
She told me about you so know the sauce you feeling
Like i ain’t happy here chevy can we spend some time
I told her no, no, no, cause baby its a long line
She said i’m trying to be your number one and move up

Hook

Alright, alright, alright
Pull up and pop off a foreign all white
Alright, alright, alright
Told your baby mama she ain’t my type

YBN Nahmir – Bounce Out With That Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang

[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (grra, pow, pow, pow)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (ayy)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh, huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (belong in a dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (bitch)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow pow pow)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone, that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (on the gang)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (huh)
Fuck a bitch and then I put it in a bitch throat (bitch throat)
Never give a bitch your phone that’s a no no (hell nah)
Off tops, new chain and my wrist froze (huh)
Loaded up, still bouncin’ with that .44 (ayy, gang)

[Verse]
Stop it, niggas knowin’ that I dropped shit (I dropped shit)
Get popped quick, ’cause them niggas that you rock with (rock with)
Like Jay said, bitch I gotta keep a chopstick (grra)
Big stick, I bounce out with that mop stick (grra, pow pow pow)
These niggas talkin’, watch I pull with that fuckin’ Hemi (skrrt)
Tote automatics so I pass my lil bro the semi (on the gang)
I’ma rock this lil bitch ’til that tank empty (huh)
I’ma still blow that bitch ’til the clip empty (ayy, gang)
Bitch I’m a P (what), bitch I’m a G (huh)
Took that lil’ bitch now that bitch off the leash (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)

[Chorus]
Lately been on that fuck a nigga shit (fuck a nigga shit)
Take a nigga bitch and then I pass her to the clique (clique nigga)
I say, see me, I don’t got no time for no bitch (time for no bitch)
I just get them for the bros, I’m just worried ’bout them chips, I’ma (huh)
I’ma shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (stay wild)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (dog pound)
Shot call, lil nigga, I’ma stay wild (huh)
Hot nigga, I belong in a dog pound (grra, pow, pow, pow)

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-uh-uh-mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch did up
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I looked up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullies, gon’ pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some athletes and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin’ hockey sticky
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spendin’, spend it
If we winnin’, win it
I know Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tend it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the Blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starvin’ artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin’ like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples?
With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwin’ pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec’, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back lookin’ like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism goin’ animalistic in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia
Behind the millions
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turn they homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices
Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin’ the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah)
Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho and now it’s a duo
One went to college and one went to juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)

Rich The Kid – All Of Them Lyrics

[Pre-Chourus: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
We havin to many, nah
We havin to many
Said I like all of them
I like all of them
U Dig! Yuh
Yuh

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I like all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I fuck all of them
I said I like uh, I like all of them
Since I like all of them, Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them, yuh

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
I might fuck her in my coupe
Pullin up minus the roof
I’m fuckin alla them money as tall as the gucci’s
I’m walkin with benjamins
I walk in with tons of the cash
All of these bitches they laugh
They peepin yo swag
You get it from dad
I’m poppin them tags
I’m poppin them tags
They copy the wave I’m the father
These bitches they fuckin regardless
Upload that hoe on the snapchat
Fuck her one time get no call back
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I put yo hoe on a jetpack
I keep this shit in a book bag
Brought that, I see ya hoe and she ain’t all that
And I’m all that
I want the bimmer and all that
I want the xannies and all that

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of them
I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid & Playboi Carti]
Might pull out the phantom
I’m taking yo hoe for ransom
My diamonds they doin the dancin
I’m flexin on bitches can’t stand it
I fucked that bih in the phantom
Ooh yah, ay romantic, ay
Then I got dirty the Fanta
I spend a check on my sandals
Carti back molly the party pack
Flexin around with a lot of racks
They bad so I’m fuckin on all of them
The plug no need for callin him
My bitches to foreign they travelin
Ain’t cuffin these bitches you kissin them
She bringin a friend know there’s 3 of them
They bad I might just fuck all of them

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Oo I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, I might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
Might fuck all of them
Since I like all of them, might fuck all of them
I fuh-, I fuck with all of them

Gotye – Down There Too Lyrics

Sinking into everything you think to do
I’m sinking too
Swim or sink, you never think
You’ll make it through
And I think it too
I sink with you

Treading long and going on
You’re drowning soon
And I’m drowning too
You’re heading for the gate
Of everything you do
And I’m holy too
I’ll take the dirt with you

Falling down and crawl around
A hole you make
And that’s all it takes
Down and down and down
And watch your past mistakes
At faster rates
Now watch your fates

Jeremih – Don’t Tell ‘Em Remix v.2 Lyrics

[Intro: Young $torm & (YG)]
We got
Jeremih, Offset, French Montana
Let go!
(Mustard on the beat ho!)

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ’em what we do
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ’em
Don’t tell ’em, don’t tell ’em

[Verse 1: Offset]
I’m dabbin’ in Maison Margielas, don’t tell ’em they might get jealous
Her forehead on my pelvis, I don’t cuff ’em, I don’t settle
You a champion, you deserve a gold medal
Ain’t got time on my schedule, gotta go get the cheddar
You ain’t got time to be worried ’bout them
Kissin’ all over you, rubbin’ your hip
I got the Tiffany diamonds all up in your ear
Smackin’ your booty while I’m hittin’ it from the rear
Smackin’ a secret, your pussy be drippin’ in liquid
I did a show I cannot leave it, fuck her and then I delete it
Victoria, she keepin’ a secret, don’t tell ’em that, no
My diamonds, they cold, anemic, and I can’t front, no
I’m finished, you know I need a

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Know you say you down with it
Won’t tell ‘em how you hit the ground with it
Girl you know I’m from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown with it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
You got gifts bring ‘em down the South Pole
Marathon doll, I’m putting miles
Don’t you worry about it, I can work it out

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Shawty from the back, met her in the A
Hit it at the ‘tel, never hit it where I stay, hah
You know I act the fool, Bobby Brown with it
Got her leg shaking, James Brown with it
Drop it to the ground with it
Heard the whole town hit it
Hit it then I pass it to my man, D. Brown with it
Young rich niggas, uptown
Keep her close, we snipe, duck down
And you already know
Pull up in the big ass yacht like no
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
We ain’t kissin’, we ain’t tellin’
Money stack to the ceiling, hah
(Montana!)

[Pre-Hook: Jeremih]
Only is you got me feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why?
Loving while grabbing the rhythm of your hips
That’s right, right, right, right, right

[Hook: Jeremih]
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuck you like no other
Don’t you tell ‘em what we do
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em, you ain’t even
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em
You ain’t even, you ain’t even even gotta tell ‘em
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em

[Outro: Jeremih]
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Right, right, right, right, right, right, right
Don’t tell ‘em, don’t tell ‘em no
Why, why, why, why would you do that, oh
Just keep the rhythm like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put it on me baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I want it baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh…

Ravyn Lenae – Sticky

What did you do?
Looking confused
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

You got me wondering where this going
Where the phone went, not who I’m in love with
You got me wondering why you roaming
Something to it {?} lonely

You know I cannot shake ya
You know I cannot break ya
You only fool me then you lose me then right back I take ya
You know we’re back together
You don’t want this forever
Then I look stupid, call me foolish
But I’ll do whatever

What did you do?
Looking confused
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

Let’s play
Let’s pretend
I could have my way
What you gonna say
If I ever walk away
Let’s play
Let’s pretend
You could treat me, fair
Maybe you won’t scare me
Maybe you would care

You know I’d wait for you
And stay away from you
I stick around when things are falling down
I need a reason
For me to leave him
Zigzag, circus
I don’t know that sticky-icky is the potion
(sticky-icky)

What did you do?
Looking confused (I’m confused)
Spinning, spinning, round and round
Sticky, sticky, off the ground
Slipping til you let me drown
Hate me then you love me now

Wiz Khalifa – Letterman

808 Mafia
Ooh, yeah

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

[Verse 1]
I just drink too much Gin
And I’m more drunk than I ever been
And I’m ’bout to roll up the medicine
Now they got a girl and her best friend
Let ’em take shots, now they feelin’ it
Tell me that I’m better than her ex man
If I hit it once, I’ma hit again, yeah
I be gone with the wind
? can’t handle it
Can’t be pushin’, hoe pedalin’
Y’all niggas broke, can’t get a fix
Ima turn up, gon’ hit a lick
Niggas that hate don’t benefit
Puffy, all about my benjamins

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

[Verse 2]
I got too much to spend
I’ll make it rain like weatherman
All about the check like ?
Eyes of the pittsburg, pedalin’
Way before the eyes on television
Pack so loud I’m yellin’ it
Want KK? I’m sellin’ it, yeah
All they do is pretend
Won’t keep it real cause they never did
Talk about life they ain’t never live
Talk about stripes they ain’t never get
Lookin’ for the right one to let ’em in
I’ma get her right, in her element
Brain so bright, she intelligent

[Hook]
These dudes ain’t got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Hoes at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let her in
Cash at the front door, let him in, hey
You’s got no wins
Still gon’ talk like Letterman
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Girls at the front door, let ’em in
Cash at the front door, let ’em in
Money at the front door, let ’em in
Gas at the front door, let ’em in, hey

Zedd, Maren Morris & Grey – The Middle (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1: Maren Morris]
Take a seat
Right over there, sat on the stairs
Stay or leave
The cabinets are bare and I’m unaware
Of just how we got into this mess
Got so aggressive
I know we meant
All good intentions

[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
So pull me closer
Why don’t you pull me close
Why don’t you come on over
I can’t just let you go

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Oh baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle

[Verse 2: Maren Morris]
Take a step
Back for a minute, into the kitchen
Floors are wet
And taps are still running, dishes are broken
How did we get into this mess
Got so aggressive
I know we meant
All good intentions

[Pre-Chorus: Maren Morris]
So pull me closer
Why don’t you pull me close
Why don’t you come on over
I can’t just let you go

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle

[Bridge: Maren Morris]
Looking at you I can’t lie
Just pouring out admission
Regardless my objection
And it’s not about my pride
I need you on my skin just
Come over, pull me in just

[Chorus: Maren Morris]
Oh, baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle, no no
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle
In the middle
Baby
Why don’t you just meet me in the middle
Baby, I’m losing my mind just a little
So why don’t you just meet me in the middle, middle
In the middle, middle

Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf

[Intro]
Mmm
Yeah

[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch, did her
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I look up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullets, go pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some elites and some college niggas
So your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pockets, pistons smokin’ hockey stick
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spinning, spin it
If we winning, win it
I got Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tenant it and I had to rent it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starving artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now you pull up looking like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and baddest nipples?
Where the ass that jiggle, where to grab a tickle?
Where the throat deep enough to land a missile?
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillars
Yeah, triggers fingers finna act like bristles
‘Boutta catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwing pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Need to help her friends through, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back looking like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism going animalistic in a line of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no power familiar
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that
"sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia, behind the millions"
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but to blind to see ’em
With friends like those, it make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turnin’ homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot her
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and her Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
And Robert Houston with the contribusive for the Monster juices
Monster too slow, my [?], macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than Sushi, still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pocket is sumo
Gettin’ the moolah by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, shit, might have a Hugo
Fuck with me, I go loud and paloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah) Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a Lou Holt when I was a do hole
Prom with the college and one with the juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)

ASAP Rocky – 5IVE $TAR$

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & DRAM]
Pour the soda in the Wockhardt
Paint the picture like pop art
Boy, you sweeter than Pop-Tart
Say I’m pretty like Leon
Her chest beatin’ like five hearts
Popcorn in the Klondike
Carhartt where my car parked
Just come and get me when it’s my part
Gave the Uber-man five stars
Left the restaurant, five stars
I was fuckin’ with a five star
She done fucked about five stars, sidebar
Pull off, all the kids fightin’ like, "That’s my car"
Calvin and Raf (Calvin and Raf) now out of stock (now out of stock)
They don’t know Flacko, grippin’ the wop (Flacko)
I do what I want (do what I want, want), I’m sippin’ the Wock (yeah)
I’m showin’ my teeth off
Two thousand in rocks

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
New Prada bag (new Prada bag)
Brown butterscotch (brown butterscotch)
They don’t know Flacko (they don’t know Flacko)
I’m grippin’ the wop (woo, I’m grippin’ the wop)
I do what I want (do, do, do what I want)
I’m sippin’ the Wock (Wock)
I modeled for Dior
Gucci down to the socks (down to the socks)
Bitches gon’ fuck
Womens gon’ flock
Throwin’ me box
Givin’ me top
You must’ve forgot
This nigga’s colossal
My bitch is a model
Gettin’ the guap, gettin’ the guap
Do what I want (uh, uh, do what I want)
Sippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
I’ve been trippin’ a lot (lot, lot)
Got a script from the doc (script from the doc)
I just fibbed to the cops (fibbed to the cops)
I don’t talk to the 12 (talk to the 12)
I don’t snitch to the cops (snitch to the cops)
I forget shit a lot, word

[Chorus: DRAM & A$AP Rocky]
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line (a line)
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time (every time)
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I used to sip Actavis
They manufactured it
Sippin’ these [?]
Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk
Sippin’ the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin’ the Wock

Dabrye – Lil Mufukuz (feat. MF Doom)

[Intro]
When are they gonna turn on the lights, daddy?
Right after dark, Amy, it’ll light up the whole lawn!
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
Isn’t she adorable?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole…?

[Verse 1]
Ouch, what would rhyme with gout?
Wild ass childish rappers that need the time out
Wash they mouth out with Bronner’s for showin’ off with sponsors
No doubt, scout’s honor
Cut off allowances and take away they toys
You think that’s harsh? It’s even worser for the boys
Whoop that ass in front of your friends
Then drag ’em by the earlobe like, "Don’t do it again!
Now get to them chores or else you can’t hit the blunt for a month
And you’re grounded, no outside, no out front
Grown folks is talkin’, don’t even mumble!"
I watch ’em run away from home and come back humble
It’s too much sugar, start to hyperact
Schemin’ on a snack, look like someone needs a nap
Real MCs fuck dat
Whiny peace pop rappers and snotty nosed clubrats get the slap
Off they monkey bars in this riddle ruckus
Little mufuckas
When are they gonna turn on the lights daddy?

[Verse 2]
As in on stage or lyrical mic
Contrary to bias towards age or physical height
They need to go fly a kite light to get high off lifelike
Instead of playin’ games inside, bike
Slow down buddy or things could get ugly
Runnin’ behind on ‘er like [?]
Out here doin’ the darndest things, hysterical
How they got through the kindergarten is a miracle
"Get back up in this house!" a grandmama shouts
Wanderin’ through the hood in tight pajamas with they ass out
Strollin’ by rollin’ eyes like hater
Face and fingers sticky and dirty from icky Now & Laters
Give ’em a mean look, that’s my word
The belt is right here, be seen and not heard
Pssh, respect your elders, tell your sisters and brothers
The whole world’s watching y’all’s little mufuckas

[Outro]
Will it light up the whole world, daddy?
Light up the whole world?
Isn’t she adorable?
Light up the whole world?
Light up the whole…?

T-Pain – Roll In Peace (Remix)

[Intro: T-Pain]
(Yeah, boop! Yeah, boop!)
If we gon’ be Florida niggas, let’s be Florida these days, know what I’m talkin’ about?
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We all roll together nigga

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)
I can’t even roll in peace (why?), all my cars orange and green
I can’t even go to sleep (why?), your bitch keep blowin’ me (yah)
I rep that shit from the 850 down to the Florida Keys (yah)
Set my nigga Kodak free (why?), that ain’t where he supposed to be (oh yeah)
Niggas must wanna bleed (ooh), they don’t wanna play my beat (ooh)
Niggas ain’t rats where I’m from (why?) so they don’t fuck with my cheese (nah)
Every Florida nigga coming up, that is that shit that I like to see (oh yeah)
Every Florida nigga saying that they the only Florida nigga
That shit don’t sound right to me (nah), my niggas gon’ blast for me (yeah)

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
If you talk that blasphemy (yeah) blastin’ a fuck nigga head off (woah)
That shit is a blast for me (yeah), so why you ain’t show me?
All the pussy niggas talking shit that don’t know me
Before me and Kodak roll through slowly
[?] at 4 in the morning (ooh)
I’m about to switch my hoe up (why?)
‘Cause everyone [?] starting to throw up
Gotta hit a lick, can’t mess up (why?)
I know she ’boutta run my check up (ohh)
[?] (ohh)
I’m her baby daddy (ohh)
She in love with a Florida nigga, she don’t wanna leave Tallahassee

[Chorus 1: T-Pain]
You can’t kill me, nigga, I swear that I’ve been died before (bitch)
God told me that I was gon’ be here back in ’94 (bitch)
Chevrolet got that motor (bitch)
Diamonds all on my molars (bitch)
Parking lot, I lift the door up (bitch)
Got your bitch snortin’ Coca-Cola (bitch, bitch, bitch)

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon’ ride for me

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Baby, that’s blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you’re bad for me, yeah
Say you gon’ clap for me, yeah
Say you gon’ blast for me, yeah
Why you ain’t show me none of the love you say you have for me, yeah
I was goin’ through tragedy
Bitch, I needed you drastically, yeah
I’ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I’m sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, no ketchup, yeah
I’m eatin’ on you niggas, can’t catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her ass up, ayy
Even when I’m fucking, I’m masked up, ayy

[Pre-Chorus: Kodak Black]
You ain’t the one for me, baby
You ain’t got shit I need, bitch
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I’m not your speed bitch
Maybe I’m out your league, bitch
You ain’t even got no cheese, bitch
Maybe I’m just too G for you
Or maybe I’m just too street, bitch

[Chorus 2: Kodak Black]
I can’t even roll in peace (why)
Everybody notice me (yeah)
I can’t even go to sleep (why)
I’m rolling on a bean (yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like "Jesus please"
He don’t even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain’t gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (what)
That you ain’t gon ride for me
You ain’t even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain’t no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon’ ride with me

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
I ain’t gon’ do the nigga shit ’cause I’m too good for features, huh
I ain’t gon’ fuck the nigga bitch ’cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a bitch she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked Lil Kodak up, my nigga I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy lil’ shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking yuh
Hit her from the back, damn that bitch bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forcing with a nigga, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young nigga got what on me? (ayy)

Kip Moore – Last Shot

Well, baby love’s just one of those words that gets thrown around
Like Jack and Coke, sitting on the bar when it gets watered down
So I ain’t gonna say it, oh but I ain’t gonna lie
If you wanna know the truth how I feel about you tonight

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
If you were my last night of hell on wheels, I’d wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, last shot of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down

So baby let me look at you and see just what I got
If you were my cherry stem I’d tie you in a knot
And if I couldn’t hail you, oh baby I’d be gone
I’d be floating round high as the Colorado sky blowing smoke rings all night long

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
If you were my last night of hell on wheels, I’d wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down

Last call, last chance, last dance I was ever gonna get to take

If you were my last breath, I’d just wanna hold ya
My last night of hell on wheels, wanna drive you like I stole ya
If you were my last shot, of whiskey
I’d press you to my lips, take a little sip
Swirl you around and around and around
Then I’d shoot you down
Then I’d shoot you down

Well, if you were my last breath
Well, I’d just wanna hold ya

Vasiliki Ntanta – Ούτε Να Σε Ξαναδώ

Στο ‘χα πει οτι γυριζει
ρόδα είναι η ζωή
και στην θέση την δική μου
τώρα βρίσκεσαι εσύ…

Να με ψάχνεις να με θέλεις
και να με παρακαλάς
όπως έστρωσες κοιμήσου
μόνο μακριά απο μας

Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ μπροστά μου
δεν θέλω φτάνει,
πες πως δεν υπάρχω πια για ‘σενα
έχω πεθάνει
Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ
και μην μου μιλάς για αγάπη
ένα τίποτα ήσουν πάντα
που το πέρασα για κάτι…

Στο ‘χα πει θα μετανιώσεις
τωρα δεν σου φταίω εγώ
που ζητάς απεγνωσμένα
το δικό μου σ’ αγαπώ

Ένα μάθημα να πάρεις
για να μάθεις ν’αγαπας
αφού μόνο αν δεν με έχεις
ξέρεις να με εκτιμάς

Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ μπροστά μου
δεν θέλω φτάνει,
πες πως δεν υπάρχω πια για ‘σενα
έχω πεθάνει
Ούτε να σε ξαναδώ
και μην μου μιλάς για αγάπη
ένα τίποτα ήσουν πάντα
που το πέρασα για κάτι…

Dejan Matic – Deficit (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

Svakog makar jednom
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
sreća me baš neće
jedino još ja sam
u deficitu s njom

Mene sreća nikada
nije sama pratila
uvek dođe neko zlo
uvek dođe neko zlo
da mi pokvari sve to

Ja se još ne predajem
i na sebe ne dajem
priče što se govore
neće da me obore
neće da me obore

Nedopustivo
na mene sve se spustilo

[Refren]
Svakog makar jednom
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
sreća me baš neće
jedino još ja sam
u deficitu s njom

Ne gledam u druge
i ne gubim nadu
vreme stane kako kom
nek se neko drugi
udara u glavu
a ja ću po svom

Kada svane novi dan
tada biće bolje znam
jer u zoru biću jak
jer u zoru biću jak
niko ne vidi kroz mrak

Nedopustivo
na mene sve se spustilo

Svakog makar jednom
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
sreća me baš neće
jedino još ja sam
u deficitu s njom

[Refren]
Svakog makar jednom
krene u životu
samo je kod mene lom
sreća me baš neće
jedino još ja sam
u deficitu s njom

Ne gledam u druge
i ne gubim nadu
vreme stane kako kom
nek se neko drugi
udara u glavu
a ja ću po svom

Dunja Popovic – Incidentna (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

Trista stepeni gori sad u meni
ja noćas luda sam
dva su promila, neću biti fina
sve dok te ona ima

Sve su patrole spremne
samo čekaju na mene

[Refren]
Kad te vidim s njom
meni se pale alarmi u glavi
ma napraviću lom
na tvoj telefon ako mi se javi
biće sve po mom
gazim na dvesta, napravite mesta
ma ne plaši me interventna
noćas sam incidentna

Ma ne zna ona ko sam ja
da nisam tako fina
to što radiš s njom
samo na vatru dodaje benzina

Sve su patrole spremne
sve zbog jedne žene

[Refren] x2
Kad te vidim s njom
meni se pale alarmi u glavi
ma napraviću lom
na tvoj telefon ako mi se javi
biće sve po mom
gazim na dvesta, napravite mesta
ma ne plaši me interventna
noćas sam incidentna

Dzidza – Mocna Ko Rusija (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

Nosim 10 soma u garderobi
I to samo u stiklama i torbi
Ne nosim armanija gucci ni pradu
Siveno po meri imam jedina u gradu
Broj telefona i devojke mi traze
Privatna obezbedjenja oko mene straze
Kola bela nakit zut i u najboljoj marini najveci Azimut

[Refren] x2
Odlucujem ko sudija
Pogledom ubijam
Pa zato ove noci trazi me i murija
Dovodim do ludila
Mocna ko Rusija
Uvek sam namestena kao lutrija

Oko mene uvek lova
Sve sto imas mora da se podeli na pola
Kaze da u crno zavijam
Najveci karakter pored mene se mnogo lako savija
Sve mi obecavaju i nude
Volim da ih gledam kako se trude
Zlatno je moja omiljena boja
Zato budi zlato da bih bila tvoja

[Refren] x2
Odlucujem ko sudija
Pogledom ubijam
Pa zato ove noci trazi me i murija
Dovodim do ludila
Mocna ko Rusija
Uvek sam namestena kao lutrija

Dzidza – Antireklama (Novogodisnja Zurka TvDmSat) (Live)

Nisam se ovako ja obukla
Da bi ljudi rekli da sam pukla
Već zbog tebe štoje svu noć ljubiš
Da još jednom vidiš koga gubiš
Već zbog tebe štoje svu noć ljubiš
Da još jednom vidiš koga gubiš

[Refren]
Ne znam gde udaram, s tobom se sudaram
U mraku nastala potpuna tama
Uvek se otkačim, kad god me otkačiš
Ja sam ti najveća antireklama.
Uvek se otkačim, kad god me otkačiš
Ja sam ti najveća antireklama.

Ne dajem ja noćas usne svima
Zato što bi da me svako ima
Nije to večeras delo moje
To je ko i uvek delo tvoje
Nije to večeras delo moje
To je ko i uvek delo tvoje

[Refren] x2
Ne znam gde udaram, s tobom se sudaram
U mraku nastala potpuna tama
Uvek se otkačim, kad god me otkačiš
Ja sam ti najveća antireklama.
Uvek se otkačim, kad god me otkačiš
Ja sam ti najveća antireklama.

Barefoot McCoy – American Lady lyrics

She’s got everything you need
Diamonds down to spades
She’s got tricks hid up her sleeves
Always misbehaves
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime

She lays lions down to sleep
When she sings her song
She breaks promises you keep
Stays up all night long
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime

She does cartwheels in the streets
Never pays no mind
Prays to heaven on her knees
But she sins all the time
And I say hey, don’t change a thing

Aaa! American Lady
You’re so fine
Aaa! American Lady
Gotta catch you in the summertime

The Voidz – Leave It in My Dreams

I’m your friend,
Guess I’ve been taking a lot from you
Searching so long for the truth
You don’t think I would chase you with the door
As you already think it’s already too late
Searching for me in a combination of love
You overthink it, don’t overthink it
Join me way too early
I get up in the morning, and it just hurts
I think of all the little things that you and I can do
And I’ve been taking too many hits, oh
I’m breaking up with all that stuff
Anybody is worth some, that’s no good reason
I broke up with the sun
I’ve had enough now
Sure, fast times in the park
Don’t overthink it
Start awake so early
I get up in the morning, and it just hurts
I don’t wanna hear what I can’t mime
Anywhere with you could change my mind
Somebody’s taking much to long
Somebody’s taking much to long
Don’t call me stupid
Don’t call me stupid

[Solo]

It’s my life and I can’t delete it
Is that the life I lead?
All these surreal things and sudden decisions
I just want to waste my time with you
I’ll leave it, ooh in my dream
I’ll never let it bother me
It’s not ym style
I know you want it,
I know you want it
Somebody’s taking much to long
Somebody’s taking much to long
Don’t call me stupid
Don’t call me stupid

AKA – Star-Sign Lyrics

[Hook: AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, so fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 1: AKA]
Finally made it to the big time
Came a long way from the underground
Tryna figure out
How to keep my feelings inside
While I’m looking out, I don’t fuck around
I been getting so much money niggas probably think I’m signed to Mabala now
Summer after summer, if you never done it
You gon have to shut your fuckin mouth
I’m a god now
Let the Lamborghini doors down
Check the scoreboard now
All my niggas wanna know how to score most sound
Fuck this material shit
Don’t give a fuck what your vehicle is
If you can’t move crowds
How many eras?
How many times I invented a whole new style
I remember niggas used to give up on their dreams to go do house
Now I look around everybody got a 22 carat gold tooth smile
I don’t even want the credit I just wanna be remembered
If a young nigga comes and ask saying
“Mega you old school now, but how you still so relevant
In an era where niggas sounds so American”
No pride in their own heritage
Whole vibes so negative
Ain’t nobody gonna remember them
Dose of your own medicine
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
Fuck em let’s get it

[Hook: AKA]
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 2: AKA]
All of my niggas is litty
All of my bitches is pretty
Golden child of my city
Hundred cows for the wedding
Overseas like Benny
Kicking ass like Kenny
Cheddar cheese that’s dairy
[?]
Fan love racked up
Met plugs at the embassy
Don’t shit where you sleep
Don’t eat with your enemy
Mask on, mask off
I keep looking through your energy
Man up, act tough
Why you niggas so sensitive…
Slide in the DM with vaseline
All of my niggas smoke gasoline
I’m busy living my fantasy
I ain’t fucking with you backpack to the city rap activities
Jam packed itinerary
I ain’t looking back like I’m driving meter cab or a black limousine
Rack city rack rack city bitch
Wack niggas catch guillotines
Can’t match my ability, is you feeling me?
Yeah we on top of the pyramid
Niggas smoking that cheap shit
Still sipping on Benylin
All my niggas rock vetements
Y’all need to finish your weet-bix
Time to reup on your vitamins
I got [2 Mandela pieces] pieces
That’s what I call born free shit
Used to beat box now Reebok
Throw me on some Bruce Lee shit 170 grand t-shirt
That Givenchy shit
No Dominos pizza

[Hook: AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, so fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

[Verse 3: Stogie T]
Supa Mega had to promise me
Don’t forget about your honesty
You gon alway run like an allergy
When a nigga ego match his [?]
Me and D share a legacy
Of bad grammar and a booking fee
Both grandmas were bad mannered
But they had character they [?]
Different clothes see the two piece
Stogie big enough for two me’s
You think it’s ox skin, think I lost it
Written off like I couldn’t free it
How ironic so much Gucci but no material or music
I’m iconic, I on public I say your name you wouldn’t do shit
Different nigga no comparing
Used to living off your parents
Goofy lyrics on the [?]
They took the Mickey I don’t care
My children in Disneyland, Paris
It’s the sauce, it’s the antidote
Got me traveling through [?]
Steps in Lusaka I’m abroad can’t get Mufasa by antelopes (no)

[Hook: AKA]
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
Fuck em let’s get it

Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash)
Who got the juice, who got the liquor fruit? (Cash)
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? (Mhen)
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

Drake – Look Alive Lyrics

[Chorus: Drake]
901 Shelby Drive
Look alive, look alive
Niggas came up on this side
Now they on the other side
Oh well, fuck ’em dawg
We gon’ see how hard they ride

[Verse: Drake]
I get racks to go outside and I split it with the guys
We up on the other side
Niggas acting like we tied
I’ve been gone since late July
Niggas acting like I died
They won’t be expecting shit when Capo go to slide
I told ’em that we put that shit behind us but I (lie)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch come through, you, you
I’ma get the money, Drizzy get the moolah
Pull up with that Draco I’m with Drake and I’ma shoot
My wifi be on Insta man I blow you like a
… on your feelings
Pull up all day with the gang now you shiverin’
Drop a nigga like a littering
We got the dope like we got delivery
We got the plug, middleman
That nigga brown like cinnamon
I got more rounds…

Spay ’em, just like Febreze
Come a long way from sitting in the nosebleeds
Now a nigga on the floor talking to the athletes
Now I’m so close to the game I could steal the fact sheet

[Chorus: Drake]
901 Shelby Drive
Look alive, look alive
Niggas came up on this side
Now they on the other side
Oh well, fuck ’em dawg
We gon’ see how hard they ride

[Verse: Drake]
Ayy, ayy
Look who I’m around, man
If I fucked up, I’m gon’ be downtown man
Four floor down man
That’s the fucking coke man
Push me to the edge
So it really ain’t my motherfucking fault man
I am not to blame man
This fucking industry is cutthroat, I’m not the same man
And I can’t let you check the tag now, I’m rocking name brand
I’m only chasing after bags now, I got a game plan
And I’m out out here whipping whoop
700, 305

[Chorus: Drake]
901 Shelby Drive
Look alive, look alive
Niggas came up on this side
Now they on the other side
Oh well, fuck ’em dawg
We gon’ see how hard they ride

Imagine Dragons – Curtain Call Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Its a, a strange thing
Just a miracle dream
To be at peace with a fling
What if I more than crushes?
And move passed more than just lust
To feel it deep inside
Crying out my trust…?

[Verse 2]
It’s undescribibly pushin it
My mind is uncertainty
Beside I want a love that’s all certain
Beyond a doubt I want to shout it out
I will shout it out to the world!

[Pre-Chorus 1]
To find a woman with certainty
Being my whole life earnin’
But, my baby, what’s burnin’? Discernin’ it comes from the heart
That the mind of the eyes
A dark curtain containin’
Capable commissions of hearts

[Chorus]
Here we go (Here we go)
You and I (You and I)
I am me (I am me)
And you are mine (You are me)
I’mma sing it out (Sing it out)
And play it loud
At the curtain call
Baby, take a bow, woah
Who knew what (Who knew what)
We all want (We all want)
Is just a simple situation? (Just a simple situation)
I’mma follow my heart (I will follow)
It’s led me well (It has led me)
Well, I’m here with you, today

[Verse 3]
When I first met you, (ooh)
I was so short of breath
I stared like a child who (ooh)
Who was faking as deaf
You smiled and I laughed (ooh)
And you asked me some questions
But baby, all I kept thinkin
Was taking first kissin’ lessons (first kissin’ lessons)

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Blessings seem to be pourin’ (ah)
From right at the start
You searched deep down inside and know to follow your heart (ah)
I followed this path (ah)
It’s leading to you
I’ve arrived at the ‘X,’ baby, tell me what to do (tell me what to do)

[Chorus]
Here we go (Here we go)
You and I (You and I)
I am me (I am me)
And you are mine (You are me)
I’mma sing it out (Sing it out)
And play it loud
At the curtain call
Baby, take a bow, woah
Who knew what (Who knew what)
We all want (We all want)
Is just a simple situation? (Just a simple situation)
I’mma follow my heart (I will follow)
It’s led me well (It has led me)
Well, I’m here with you, today

[Bridge]
What does it mean to be a perfect match? (ooh)
I love, I love to be so far from perfect
What does it mean to be a perfect catch? (ooh)
I love, I love, I love to love you lady; never, ever leave me
Believe me (ooh)
I can see we’ll be the small seed that grows into the stars
(ooh) It’s a capable collision of hearts, yeah

[Chorus]
Here we go (Here we go)
You and I (You and I)
I am me (I am me)
And you are mine (You are me)
I’mma sing it out (Sing it out)
And play it loud
At the curtain call
Baby, take a bow, woah
Who knew what (Who knew what)
We all want (We all want)
Is just a simple situation? (Just a simple situation)
I’mma follow my heart (I will follow)
It’s led me well (It has led me)
Well, I’m here with you, today

Troye Sivan – Wildfire Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Trying hard to contain this flame
Then I see you, and my whole world’s ablaze
Sparks fly, and I’ll never be the same
They turn to ash and fall in my face

[Pre-Chorus]
Breathing in, but the smoke fills my lungs
Breathing out, but the air isn’t enough

[Chorus]
Now it’s spreading like a wildfire
Til there’s nowhere left to go
It’s coursing throughout my skin
And burning all my bones
All I see is the light
And it’s warming to a glow
Til it’s spreading like a wildfire
And it’s only gonna grow

[Verse 2]
Wasting time just trying to find control
Wasting life searching for someone to hold
Stuck in my mind, ’cause I think your love’s gone cold
You see diamonds, but all I see is coal

[Pre-Chorus]
Looking up, and I see smoke in the sky
Looking down, but you look me in the eye

[Chorus]
Now it’s spreading like a wildfire
Til there’s nowhere left to go
It’s coursing throughout my skin
And burning all my bones
All I see is the light
And it’s warming to a glow
Til it’s spreading like a wildfire
And it’s only gonna grow

[Bridge]
And it’s never gonna stop
And it’s never gonna stop
And it’s never gonna stop

And it’s never gonna stop
And it’s never gonna stop
And it’s never gonna stop

[Chorus]
Til it’s spreading like a wildfire
Til there’s nowhere left to go
It’s coursing throughout my skin
And burning all my bones
All I see is the light
And it’s warming to a glow
Til it’s spreading like a wildfire
And it’s only gonna grow

[Outro]
And it’s never gonna stop
And it’s never gonna stop
And it’s never gonna stop

And it’s never gonna stop
And it’s never gonna stop
And it’s never gonna stop

Jhene Aiko – Sativa (feat. Rae Sremmurd)

[Intro: Jhené Aiko & Swae Lee]
Yeah, oh, oh
Yeah

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Why you make it so complicated?
Off the drink, we concentratin’
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
Smokin’ weed out the container
We spend cash for entertainment
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements

[Verse 1: Jhené Aiko]
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
I’m so high in here, been smokin’ on this weed
Told ’em, "Go on, take a shot on three"
Told ’em, "Drinks is on me"
Yeah, the drinks are on me
I said now go and take a shot on me
Only drug a bitch is on is the tree
But I lasted ten rounds like a freak
Like a G

[Pre-Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Get ready (oh, yes, I’m ready)
Now we’re on (And if we’re on)
I said I’m ready (I said I’m ready)
Hold the phone (please hold the phone)
Get ready (oh, please get ready)
I am on one (oh, I am on one)
Where you be at? (where you gon’ be at?)
Later on (later on)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Jhené Aiko]
Why you make it so complicated?
Off the drink, we concentratin’
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
Smokin’ weed out the container
We spend cash for our entertainment
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements

[Verse 2: Jhené Aiko]
I’ll keep it simple, baby
I’ma keep it simple with you, baby
You know I don’t ever play no games
You know I don’t ever complicate it
Got me feelin’ some type of way
Concentratin’, concentratin’ on the way
You keep the rhythm
Oh my God, I’m glad you came
You came through with that sativa
Indica be havin’ me stuck
You know just how to keep me up
You know it, better believe it

[Pre-Chorus: Jhené Aiko]
Get ready (oh, yeah, I’m ready)
Now we’re on (oh, we’re on)
I said I’m ready (oh yeah, I’m ready)
Hold the phone (hold the phone)
Get ready (get ready)
I am on one (I am on one)
Where you be at? (where you gon’ be at?)
Later on (later on, later on, oh)

[Chorus: Swae Lee & Jhené Aiko]
Why you make it so complicated?
Off the drink, we concentratin’
I know you won’t leave me hangin’
Smokin’ weed out the container
We spend cash for our entertainment
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements
Why you make it so complicated? (why you make it so complicated?)
Off the drink, we concentratin’ (off the drink and we concentratin’)
I know you won’t leave me hangin’ (I know, I know)
Smokin’ weed out the container (we smoke, we smoke)
We spend cash for our entertainment (yeah, yeah, yeah)
There’s more where that came from, that’s all I’m sayin’ (that’s all I’m saying)
It’s me and you and we makin’ arrangements (me and you, me and you, me and you)
It’s you and me and we makin’ arrangements (you and me, you and me, you and me)

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Dive in that, I’ma really dive in that
Dive in that, mmm, I’ma dive in that
Dive in that, mmm, let me dive in that
Dive in that, mmm, I’m gon’ dive in that
Dive in that

Fredo Santana – I Need More (feat. Young Scooter)

[Intro: Fredo Santana]
Just a young hustla
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
I gotta get it, I gotta get it

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
Bill g, GBE, that’s how we stunt them bricks
Got Columbian, Jamaican plugs and I know Mexicans
Fredo, Reese, they on 64th, I fuck with Sosa them
Every month on the 24th I get some more of them
Truckloads of them bricks and bells took up all of it
I put my name off a clientele, that black amigo shit
I was list for 4 rounds, I was street profit
I got 5 different plugs, that’s a lot of profit
If a plug bring problem, you know I could handle it
I robbed a lot of plugs, they known for snitching in the end
So when I need some bricks, I just make some more of them
300 glory boys, black amigo balling

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

[Verse 2: Fredo Santana]
Gotta get this money so you know I’m trappin stupid hard
I don’t give a fuck who you are, serve to your mobs
I need that diamond, the trap we taking chains too
Turn your ass around, you look suspicious, we ain’t serving you
Scooter bring that vet out, we ran around with that tec out
Fuck niggas stretched out on the concrete with they chest out
Hunned killers when I step out, hunnid grand in my safe house
Killers with me, they safe out
Kick the door really safe out

[Hook: Fredo Santana]
Got a couple plugs but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
All these bricks coming in
But I need more, but I need more
All these bitches on my dick
But I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more
Got a lot of money but I think I need more
Think I need more, think I need more

Franz Ferdinand – Feel The Love Go

[Verse 1]
Hey, what’s that thing that you’re doing?
Hey, what’s that thing that you do?
No, you’re not that thing that you’re doing
For the things that you do are not who you are

[Pre-Chorus]
Why don’t you come over here?
Why don’t you come over here?
Why don’t you come over here?
Why don’t you come over

[Chorus 1]
Think of a friend (love)
And wish them love
Think of an enemy (more)
And wish them more

[Verse 2]
See, see the things that you’re doing
See, oh see the things that you do
See the things that you do are not who you are

[Pre-Chorus]
Why don’t you come over here?
Why don’t you come over here?
Why don’t you come over here?
Why don’t you come over

[Chorus 2]
Think of a friend (love)
And wish them love
Think of an enemy (more)
And wish them more
Think of amory(?) (love)
Like them, wish them all your love

[Bridge]
Then feel the love return
Feel the love infecting
Feel the love infinity
Then let it go

Let the love go
Oh, let the love go
Oh, let the love go
Oh, let the love go

Feel the love go
Feel the love go
Feel the love then go
Feel the love then go

Feel the love go (love go)
Feel the love go (the love go)
Feel the love go (go-o)
Feel the love go (love go)

Love go, yeah feel the love go
Yeah feel the love go, go
Yeah feel the love go, oh
Yeah feel the love go, go
Yeah feel the love go, go-o-o

[Instrumental Outro]