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Tyler Childers – Purgatory (Purgatory Album)

Will you pray for me?
When the roots of the oak and my ribcage are braidin’
If I can think
Lord knows that I will fall and pray for you

High on the hill where the fox horns blow
And down in my grave where they lay me low
Catholic girl, pray for me
You’re my only hope for Heaven

When I was a boy
I’d drink and love and smoke and snort my fill
But all the while
I kept in mind the Lord’s redeeming grace

High on the hill where the fox horns blow
And down in the city where the heathens go
Catholic girl, pray for me
You’re my only hope for Heaven

Do you reckon he lets Freewill boys poke around in purgatory?

I know that Hell
Is just as real as I am surely breathin’
But I’ve heard tale
Of a middle ground, I think will work for me

When the time has come for changing worlds
I’ll hedge my bets with a Catholic girl
Catholic girl, pray for me
You’re my only hope for Heaven

Tyler Childers – Honky Tonk Flame (Purgatory Album)

I was out of my mind the first night we met
I was feeling lonely and blue
I just moved to the country to get me some rest
The city put a hurtin’ on you
Especially a fella from eastern Kentucky
Without a penny or a worth to his name
Wasting his life on a burning desire and chasing that honky tonk flame

You were soft on the eyes and a hymn on the hearin’
Leaving me helpless of lines
To get you to listen to the way I was feeling
And the plans I had made for our night

Hold on now buddy won’t you wait up a minute
You’re mistaken if you think I’m the same
As them skirts you’ve been chasing all over town
Along with that honky tonk flame
I’m a woman with a love so true
Truth of the matter, I’d give it to you
You just got to slow down and quit acting that way
Burning your barn in this honky tonk flame

You were sweet to the touch and a touch for the takin’
The minute I learned how to breed
Finally found out that the love of a woman
Who love me was all that I need
Still on the road cuz I ain’t good for nothin’
Except writin’ the songs that I sing
Beating them strings like they’re owin’ me money
And chasing that honky tonk flame

But I’ve got me a woman with a love so true
That’s darlin’ to me, but that’s misses to you
All I did was slow down
Quit acting that way
Burning my barn in this honky tonk flame

Tyler Childers – Universal Sound (Purgatory Album)

Up in Pocahontas, near the Cranberry Glades
Ain’t got bars, nor the charge to call her anyways
My mind’s a mile a minute and my thoughts they bark like hounds
I’m focused on my breathing in the universal sound

I think about my darling girl, sleeping all alone
I pray the stars will shoot her all the wishes she can hold
On the day that I return, I aim to lay her down
But right now, I am focused on the universal sound

I think about tobacco juice and Mason jars of shine
I think about the vices I’ve let take me over time
I recall when I was a baby, I didn’t need nothing around
But a little bitty rattler and the universal sound

I close my eyes
It was all so clear
It was all right then
It was all right here

I’ve been up on the mountain, and I’ve seen his wondrous grace
I’ve sat there on a bar stool, and I’ve looked him in the face
He seemed a little haggard, but it did not slow him down
He was humming to the neon of the universal sound

I focus on my breathin’ in the universal sound
I let it take me over from the toenails to the crown
‘Til the body that I’m in, ‘til they put me in the ground
And I return to the chorus of the universal sound

Tyler Childers – Lady May (Purgatory Album)

I’m a stone’s throw from the mill
And I’m a good walk to the river
When my workin’ day is over
We’ll go swim our cares away

Put your toes down in the water
And a smile across your face
And tell me that you love me
Lovely Lady May

Now I ain’t the sharpest chisel
That your hands have ever held
But darlin’ I could love you well
Til’ the roll is called on high

I’ve seen my share of trouble
And I’ve held my weight in shame
But I’m baptized in your name
Lovely Lady May

Lord the wind can leave you shiverin’
As it waltzes o’er the leaves
It’s been rushin’ through my timber
Til’ your love brought on the spring

Now the mountains all are blushin’
And they don’t know what to say
‘Cept a good long line of praises
For my lovely Lady May

Now I ain’t the toughest hickory
That your ax has ever felled
But I’m a hickory just as well
I’m a hickory all the same

I came crashin’ through the forest
As you cut my roots away
And I fell a good long ways
For my lovely Lady May

X Factor – Pnb Rock feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie lyrics

Lyrics Pnb Rock – X factor

Yeah, I done fell for a bad b*tch
And she in love with the fashion
And she in love with the fast whips
Can’t wait to catch you in traffic
Yeah, I done fell for a bad b*tch
And she in love with the fashion
And she in love with the fast whips
Can’t wait to catch you in traffic.(x factor)

Shawty, you got me open, so high off your love
Like a cloud, I’m floatin’
It’s so crazy, I caught all these emotions
I fell for you hard, without even knowing
I can’t think straight, I can’t sleep
Without you layin’ here next to me
Got my heart on my sleeve
But that’s only for you, girl
Hold on what you do, girl
But you got a nigga going, yeah yeah
They say the devil wears Prada
Girl, that may be through
‘Cause, girl, you stay in some designer
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But now you left me, I can’t find another girl like you
Now I’m stuck with all these problems, yeah yeah.

Yeah, I done fell for a bad b*tch
And she in love with the fashion
And she in love with the fast whips
Can’t wait to catch you in traffic
Yeah, I done fell for a bad b*tch
And she in love with the fashion
And she in love with the fast whips
Can’t wait to catch you in traffic.

It’s her curse on me
And then she’s turned out worse than me
This b*tch is crazy
This b*tch is crazy
I think ’bout trying to let her go, it just might get too personal
I’m too wavy
I’m too wavy
And I’ve been back to you, I ain’t hear s**t
I’m always mad with you, I never laugh with you
I used to gas you and tell you I missed you
But I never had you but I can imagine.

Yeah, I done fell for a bad b*tch
And she in love with the fashion
And she in love with the fast whips
Can’t wait to catch you in traffic
Yeah, I done fell for a bad b*tch
And she in love with the fashion
And she in love with the fast whips
Can’t wait to catch you in traffic.

Yeah, I done fell for a bad b*tch
And she in love with the fashion, yeah
And she in love with the fast whips, yeah
Can’t wait to catch you in traffic, yeahhh.
PnB Rock lyrics
Video factor

Mozao – Mc Valle letra

Letra Mc Valle – Mozao

Amor, me desculpa
Eu não queria te perder
Cê sabe que
A minha abstinência é você
Já até saí com os amigos
Para espairecer
Infelizmente eu não consigo te esquecer.(mozao)

Mozão
Bateu saudade de você sentando
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Nós dois na cama
E eu catucando
Você pedindo pra mim não parar
Não paro de lembrar.
Mc Valle letras
Video Mc Valle

Door swangin – 2 Chainz lyrics

Lyrics 2 Chainz – Door swangin

I wouldn’t even..
I wouldn’t even be here without that mothaf*ckin’ door
We doing numbers, holmes
5540, we doing numbers, holmes
You can look that s**t up, you can research that s**t.(door swangin)

Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swangin
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swangin.

No doorbell, we had the cameras included
No hibachi, all we had is some tuna fish
Moved up a level, then I stepped up my grind
Got to the top, ain’t nobody around
When I look down, all I see is some sucka s**t
And I’ma run s**t, I put that on my bucket list
Adidas streetball, all the foreigns with the straps
Before the dreadlocks, I had the cornrows to the back
Used to sit on a broke down Camaro with packs
Told her, “Turn around,” even though she had his name tatted
That’s the way that it was, had a way with the girls
Had a felony before you knew what a felony was
You was taking the shots, you was feeling the buzz
Got so much in the stash spot, I could fill up a bus
Got gorillas with us, got chinchillas with us
No pretenders with us, got the winners with us, yeah.

Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swinging
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swinging.

Somebody watching the front door
Yeah I went to college and sold dope
Sold narcotics, a boat load
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And all us felons and can’t vote
Yeah I’m from the cut, I’m cutthroat
All up in the crowd, Frank Lucas fur coat
Yeah, sipping muddy like a mothaf*ckin’ Merlot
Under the influence, I stayed on the first floor, first floor
Wait, first 48, hard to see my face, diamonds in the way
This is MMA, I just beat the case
In and out the hair salon, she got her nails polished
Turn up in tennis shoes, turn up in red bottoms
Turn up in red bottoms, turn up, turn up in red bottoms
She turn up in red bottoms, yeah what?
A nigga a hustler, now the feds got him
You bring the rubber bands, I bring the money counter.

Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swinging
Another day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
I say ‘notha day we gotta get it, ‘notha day we gotta get it
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swinging
Can’t forget how I f*cking had the door swinginggg.
2 Chainz lyrics
Video swangin

Still kids – Virtual Riot feat. Yosie lyrics

Lyrics Virtual Riot – Still kids

Turning in circles
Still in a hurry
I’ll always worry
‘Bout everything growing too fast
Growing out of my hands
Losing my head
Cause I’m always running
I’m always longing
To be someone I’ll never be
Someone I couldn’t be.(still kids)

Sometimes I want to break all of the rules
Sometimes I don’t want to silence my youth
Sometimes I feel like there’s nothing to lose
Sometimes it’s best to run wild.

Ticking clocks and all them spinnin’ hands
Cannot catch up when we are turning fast
Time is just illusion
We’re leaving to an unknown world.

We don’t go
We’re still kids you know
Making fun
Of their daily show
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Take my hand
And just follow
Never leave
We don’t have to go.

Sometimes I want to break all of the rules
Sometimes I don’t want to silence my youth
Sometimes I feel like there’s nothing to lose
Sometimes it’s best to run wild.

Sometimes I want to break all of the rules
Sometimes I don’t want to silence my youth
Sometimes I feel like there’s nothing to lose
Sometimes it’s best to run wild.

Ticking clocks and all them spinnin’ hands
Cannot catch up when we are turning fast
Time is just illusion
We’re leaving to an unknown world.

We won’t be silent
We won’t do what we’re told
We are still kids
We refuse to grow old
We won’t be silent
We won’t do what we’re told
We are still kids
We refuse to grow olddd.
Virtual Riot lyrics
Video kids

White dress – French Montana lyrics

Lyrics French Montana – White dress

Hey ..
Montana
They forgot who’s battlin’?
Twenty bands
Made millions over a decade
We ain’t losing though.(white dress)

I pray we live
For a thousand years
And if I hurt you
Baby drink Ciroc for your tears.

‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww.

I got you
Closet lookin’ like Milan Fashion Week, I got you
Money jumpin’ like Lebron, Dominique, I got you
Better do or die
A hundred with the guy
Pull up with the god
Wraith with the styles
Talk to me so reckless
Diamonds on my necklace
Chest playin’ checkers
The Avion breakfast
Dimes clean dirty wine though
See the future like I’m Rocko
And I fall feel like Chapo
f*ckin’ all these foreign chicks
Put some h**s in foreigns
You thought she was yours
She smell like Michael Kors
Shoes f*ckin’ up my floors
Who that nigga? I’m the definition
Wearin’ penny loafers, we ain’t penny pinchin’
Got the baddest bitches baggin’ in the kitchen
Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition
These rappers ain’t Nas
Just look at their commas
I skate on the diamonds
I smoke with the farmers
Buy my shoes small, goin’ toe to toe
I burn my bridges I’ma call the boat
Willie beaming with the audible
Ballin’ like I’m Earl Manigault
They countin’ to the south
The bag is a mountain
I f*cked my accountant
That p***y’s a fountain
I pledge of allegiance
You better believe it
I boarded a flight
Trump f*cked up a Visa
B***h I’m no regular, b***h I’m no second
Know the one, I’m the one that’s ahead of ya
If you talk mills, b***h I’m affiliate
Ciroc boy, .. a million.

‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, oww
‘Cause you control my vices
I just want to f*ck you on your nice s**t
Driveway lookin’ like midlife crisis
You control my vices
We was up grindin’ on the night shift
I’ll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis
Priceless, I just want to f*ck you in your white dress
I’ll bet, oh I think she like it
Talk to me nicely, oww
Talk to me nicely, owww.
French Montana lyrics
Video dress

Circus – Conro lyrics

Lyrics Conro – Circus

Tightrope in a big top
I’m still, but I can’t stop
Can’t see at night, what if I fall?
Without a net, where do I fall?
High ride in the spot light
Can’t fly, afraid of heights
Can’t see the end, what if I choke?
There is no end, I’m gonna choke.(circus)

There’s no way out of this circuuus
Leaping unspose, they can’t hurt us
Can’t turn the lights down
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Begging the silence now
Try not to escape
There’s no way out of this circuuus.

Begging the silence now
Try not to escape
There’s no way out of this circusss.
Conro lyrics
Video Conro

P!nk – Slut Like You Lyrics

[Intro (spoken)]
I’m not a slut I just love love

[Verse 1]
Tell me something new
‘Cause I’ve heard this
Okay, I’ll fuck you
A little taste test
You’ll be my little friend
You’ll be my little friend
You’ll be my little friend
And they think we fall in love
But that’s not it
Just want to get some
Ain’t that some shit
You’ll be my little friend
You’ll be my little friend
You’ll be my little friend
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Chorus]
I got a little piece of you-hoo
And it’s just like woohoo
Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am!
Woohoo
I’m a slut like you
You say you’re looking for a foo-ool
And I’m just like me, too
I’m gonna let ya know the truth
I’m a slut like you

[Verse 2]
Sitting with my friends
And we’re picking who we might let in (that one?)
Them boys are starving
They’re just our little friend (what?)
They’re just our little friend (huh?)
They’re just our little friend (listen you little fucker)
You think you call the shots (nope)
I just bought you some
Drink up your ride’s gone
This might be fun
You’re now my little friend
You’re now my little friend
You’re now my little friend
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah!

[Chorus]
I got a little piece of you-hoo
And it’s just like woohoo
Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am!
Woohoo
I’m a slut like you (I’m a slut like you)
You say you’re looking for a foo-ool
And I’m just like me, too
I’m gonna let ya know the truth
I’m a slut like you

[Bridge]
You don’t win a prize with your googly eyes
I’m not a cracker jack
You can’t go inside
Unless I let you, Jack – ha, or Sam
Fuck, what’s your name again?
You, male, come, now
You, caveman, sit down
You, shh, don’t ruin it, wow
Check, please!

[Chorus]
I, I’ve got a little piece of you
And it’s just like woo (is he still talking?)
Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am
Boo-hoo
I’m a slut Like you
Woohoo
Looks like the joke’s on you-hoo
So go home and cry like boo-hoo
I’m a slut like you

[Chorus]
I got a little piece of you-hoo
And it’s just like woohoo
Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am!
Woohoo
I’m a slut like you
You say you’re looking for a foo-ool
And I’m just like me, too
I’m gonna let ya know the truth
I’m a slut like you (slut like you)

Sean Price – Dead Or Alive (feat. Bernadette Price)

[Intro: Sean Price]
What do I love about rap?
Me
You know you really had to be saying something and say it well when I first came in the game
Now they say anything, so I can tell that these kids don’t have a lot of schooling man
They sound like idiots
I’m nice
I don’t care what they say as long as they go, "yo Sean P go in!"
I can live with that

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
P!
Better rapper
Beretta clapper
The clever bastard
Metal masher
Devil laughter
Cheddar after
After the gold then after that the platinum, no
After your soul then after that I clap ’em, yo
Make your back spin, the four bust
Back when used to back spin for Cold Crush
Up so tough some dumb guy
Wanna die?
For sho nuff plus the kung fu fly
I’m up to spar
I’m up to par
I’ll fuck up your jaw like fuck you, par
P, the veteran injure
Michael Dudikoff the American Ninja
Insane with the best flow holla
Private planes with Creflo Dollar
You hear Sean working B
I’m the truth and duke is just a circus freak
P

[Chorus: Bernadette Price]
Dead or alive y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Bernadette and the league who the fuck you be?
Fronting on P, you get your head busted quick
Many niggas clam loyal but they all full of shit
Gorilla the beat
Decept P ringing bells in the streets
Plus degrees y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Imperious Rex
Sean is the best
Punching your chest
Put you to rest
Bitch

[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Four-fifth in your face
And your facility of fuck boys forfeit in your face
Shitting, mortician sippin’ on grapes
Prepaid, premeditated, murder the 8th, P!
Idiot kinfolks
AKA the ape in the window (Magilla)
I traffic and [?] doja
A Budweiser African king poster
I’m doing my damn thing
Y’all niggas claim king and ain’t doing a damn thing
That’s my word to my moms
I never heard not one of your songs, fuck out of here
And I don’t dislike you
I dislike the dude who said disliked you
Long kiss, long fifth bitch goodbye
Can’t fuck with P, new fish to fry

[Chorus: Bernadette Price]
Dead or alive y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Bernadette and the league who the fuck you be?
Fronting on P, you get your head busted quick
Many niggas clam loyal but they all full of shit
Gorilla the beat
Decept P ringing bells in the streets
Plus degrees y’all niggas can’t fuck with P
Imperious Rex
Sean Is the best
Punching your chest
Put you to rest
Bitch

[Outro: Sean Price]
If I slap a nigga you could hear that shit across the street
Word is bond, I got kicked out of school for that
The principle suspended me like, "what was that?"
I got arrested for noise pollution
Feel me? I smacked earth wind and fire out of niggas, word to mother

Machine Gun Kelly – Go For Broke (feat. James Arthur) (Lyric Video)

You can get high or you can get low
You can stay young or you can grow old
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’mma I’ma go for broke
You could go hard or you could go home
You could live life or you could just fold
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke

Look, I started with a dollar and a dream, right
So I could show these people how to dream, right
I could show ’em how to aim for the stars
And take it to the arenas from the streetlights
Damn, oh this is what the top feels like? (whoa)
I still remember Ramen noodle meal nights
I still remember checkin’ my account
And having 26 dollars, when I signed my record deal night
And I remember being cold
And my apartment used a heater from the kitchen stove
Highs and lows, it’s how it goes
So I gotta roll somethin’ up
Just to cope with the pressures of growin’ up, man

What a week
We made it to the bar ’cause we need heal up
You gotta play for keeps
‘Cause aces tend to stay with dealers
You got to believe it
But I’ma sinner too so I ain’t preachin’
Just keep on dreamin’
‘Cause all the bad days come for good reasons, ay

You could get high or you could get low
You could stay young or you could grow old
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
You could go hard or you could go home
You could live life or you could just fold
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke

Yeah, and if I had a dollar
For everytime they told me what I wouldn’t be
I would be a rich man with a crib on a big hill (ha forreal)
But I gotta work to get paid
Earn my own way
Work the third shift, burn the whole splits
Says burn up (Hold up, let me get it)
Look, failure is not an option, I gotta be at the top
Like I’m sorry, but I don’t really feel sorry for y’all
I’m sorry I got a new number that you can’t call
I’m sorry to everyone who still wants me to fall
Hold up, you know what, I ain’t sorry at all

So I, hope that it was worth it when you was searched and you found what glitters ain’t gold
And I, knew I wasn’t perfect but I know that I made it all on my own

So you could get high or you could get low
You could stay young or you could grow old
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
You could go hard or you could go home
You could live life or you could just fold
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke

Paid my dues, so I see you later
Love is much more that paper
So let it go, I just hit the road, I just let it go
Yeah, paid my dues, so I see you later
Love is much more that paper
So let I it go, I just hit the road, I just let it go

You could get high or you could get low
You could stay young or you could grow old
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
You could go hard or you could go home
You could live life or you could just fold
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke

The National – Carin At The Liquor Store

[Verse 1]
I was a worm, I was a creature
I get on the ground the second I’d see you
You cannot command your love
I wasn’t a catch, I wasn’t a keeper
I was walking around like I was the one who found dead John Cheever
Hand in glove

[Chorus]
So blame it on me
I really don’t care
It’s a foregone conclusion

[Verse 2]
I see you in stations and on invitations
You’d fall into rivers with friends on the weekends
Innocent skies above
Carin at the liquor store, I can’t wait to see you
I’m walking around like I was the one who found dead John Cheever
In the house of love

[Chorus]
So blame it on me
I really don’t care
It’s a foregone conclusion
It wasn’t so bad, I wasn’t that sick
Got taken by love, I wasn’t that quick
Foregone conclusion
It’s gonna be different after tonight
You’re gonna see me in a different light
It’s a foregone conclusion

[Chorus]
So blame it on me
I really don’t care
It’s a foregone conclusion
I’m already seeing stars in the air
It’s a foregone conclusion

Alex Cameron – Stranger’s Kiss (feat. Angel Olsen)

[Verse 1: Alex Cameron]
Don’t even bother climbing out of the well
That ain’t no way to get out of the hell that you’re in
If you wanna see the back of it, girl
You better start digging down with your pail of tin
I got shat on by an eagle, baby
Now I’m king of the neighborhood
And it feels like I could
Just peel the gym pants off a single mother
But this run of good luck don’t got me feeling all that good

[Chorus: Alex Cameron]
And it hurts, and it hurts
But I don’t wanna talk about it
‘Cause in my dreams, I miss you
Then I wake up to reality’s bliss
Now all I ever wanted and all I ever needed is right here
In the stranger’s kiss

[Verse 2: Angel Olsen]
Don’t bother flying when we jump off the cliff
Make sure it’s head first if you don’t want to deal with what ifs
I know you’re wondering if you’ll feel it again
Just keep on digging it down with your pail of tin
No shame in sleeping with the seagulls, baby
This town’s a tourist trap, it’s no place to be in
They made a meme out of my legacy, darling
My hands are caught in the net and they’re pale and thin

[Chorus: Angel Olsen]
And it hurts, and it hurts
Well I don’t wanna talk about it
‘Cause in my dreams, I miss you
And I wake up to reality’s bliss
All I ever wanted and all I ever needed was right here
In the stranger’s kiss

[Verse 3: Alex Cameron & Angel Olsen]
Me and Roy, we got a pretty mean posse
With a Down syndrome Jew from the real estate crew
He keeps me busy with a shift now and then
But it don’t ever really stop me from thinking of you
I know you’re wondering why you wish you were dead
And there’s no solace in the fact that it’s all in your head
Try not to focus on the pain that you’re in
Just keep on digging it down with your pail of tin

[Chorus: Alex Cameron & Angel Olsen]
If it hurts, but it hurts
But I don’t wanna talk about it
‘Cause in my dreams, I miss you
And I wake up to reality’s bliss
All I ever wanted and all I ever needed is right here
In the stranger’s kiss

[Outro: Alex Cameron & Angel Olsen]
‘Cause in my dreams, I miss you
And I’ll just stick ’em right there in the bin
Thought I needed buckets of gold
When all I needed was a dirty pail of tin

Vince Staples & Juicy J – Big Fish (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: Juicy J]
You can get anything you want
Know what I’m saying?
You want that over there?
You want that over there?
I got you

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
I was up late night balling
So far from my past misfortune
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
Ramona, I was round that corner
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier
G slide right down do Sawyer
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Another story of a young black man
Tryna make it up out that jam, god damn
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans
If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
Take it easy, homie
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
Of the 22 bus stop way back when
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
For the click, clack, clap
Or the boop, bop, bam, cuz

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
At the park politickin’ with the kids
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
Compensation conversations what I’m all about
Took the smart route, never been marked out
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water
Mix the holy water with the Voss
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat

[Chorus: Juicy J]
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

The Roots & Bilal – It Ain’t Fair (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro: Bilal]
Oh brother, hmm
It’s a mystery, yeah
Will you hear my cry?
Won’t you my plea, oh?
Cause I’ll never know (I’ll never know)
How it feels (how it feels)
How it feels (how it feels)
Oh, how it feels (how it feels)
To be
To be
Free

[Verse 1: Bilal]
People swear they won’t but they’re walking in their sleep
I pray the Lord their souls to keep
Because wolves disguised as sheep patrol our streets
And we all know that what you sow, you shall reap
Those who do know, you should teach
Through every loophole, we gon’ leap until you reach
A common ground and become unbound
Because when your whole town becomes a battleground
Tears raining down

[Chorus: Bilal]
Because it ain’t fair
It’s hard when you’re looking for love
And it ain’t there
Or try to read what tomorrow holds
When it ain’t clear
Because the well is running dry
Race tension is running high
Under 21 is far too young to die
My salvation’s under fire
This marks a rising of the tide

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Every day I wear a mask like an umpire
Guess a nigga gotta laugh to keep from crying
Tonight another friend passed on the young side
It’s bad ’cause a good friend’s hard to come by
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
The one crime, you may never see the sun shine
We know of one times, giving you the finger
’round hearing me, fuck you, it’s not the number one sign
I hear they turning downtown to the front line
It’s something like the same place but it ain’t safe
They took it from the human race to a tank chase
The Devil feeding off hate so he gain weight
There’s tainted water in the well, so we can’t taste
People dazed and amazed though it ain’t grace
Impossible to co-exist in the same space
Enter the black saint with the war paint face

[Verse 3: Bilal]
This generation, we’ve forsaken all that’s real
What emotions do we feel?
Is your poison called a pistol or a pill?
Some people say, "Let Jesus take the wheel"
Others say, "Thou shall not kill"
But they don’t tell religion ain’t gon’ pay my bills
We’ve come so far yet here we are
Ruthless God, presumed inferior
We scared o y’all

[Chorus: Bilal]
It ain’t fair
It’s hard when you’re looking for love
And it ain’t there
Or try to read what tomorrow holds
When it ain’t clear
Because the well is running dry
Race tension is running high
Under 21 is far too young to die
My salvation’s under fire
Rising and rising, Oh!!

[Verse 4: Black Thought]
To my, Afro, Israelis, Native American, Mexicans
Invested in wrestling with Willie Lynch’s next to kin
The rising of the tide, noose surrounding necks again
Look at how they try to hide proof of all the inexcellence
The only tag you know me as is Holy Swag
Through any glass window, we smash, and bro we back
It’s coming fast, I’m unabashed, so we have
An awareness of the only flag that’s growing fast
I guess I’m tryna minimize regrets, I identify with death
That don’t mean it’s not an uninvited guest
I’m just tryna answer all of my requests
And express in 140 characters or less
Why I’m the best educator, re-legislated, premeditated
Dedicated, heavy weight that ever paid it with blood
Not tuition without a cop’s permission
I got a pot to piss in despite the opposition
Listen

[Chorus: Bilal]
Oh, it ain’t fair
It’s hard when you’re looking for love
But it ain’t there
Try to read what tomorrow holds
And it ain’t clear
Because the well is running dry
And it ain’t fair
No, it ain’t there
No, it ain’t fair
Looking for justice and it’s just us
It ain’t fair
There’s a riot going on out there
And it ain’t fair
When your protector is your predator
It ain’t fair
No, it ain’t fair
No, it ain’t fair
Y’all just gon’ turn the other way
No, it ain’t fair
Turn a bloody cheek on these bloody streets
It ain’t fair
It ain’t fair
It ain’t fair
No, it ain’t fair
No, no
No, no
No, no
No, no

MNEK – Paradise

[Intro]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave
Why don’t we go somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Why don’t we go somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Post-Chorus]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave yet

[Verse 1]
Take my hand, shut your eyes and imagine
Wouldn’t it be nice?
Just to have an escape, a distraction
Far away from this life?
I tried to be cool but this world was too cruel
For me to sit around and simply drown in fear
So I’m asking you, what would you do
If we could get out of here?

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Post-Chorus]
If you wanna leave
If you wanna go
Baby don’t leave yet

[Verse 2]
Your love’s like a fantasy
Nothing like what I saw on the news yesterday
Another man down, blood on the ground
Makes me wanna just run away
Where we run is a mystery
Ignorance is bliss to me
‘Cause whenever I turn on my TV it’s just misery
I tried to be cool but this world’s too cruel
For me to sit around and simply drown in fear
So I’m asking you, what would you do
If we could get out of here, because I want to go

[Chorus]
Would you like to go to paradise?
‘Cause I’m not tryna go alone
Run away with me to paradise
If you wanna leave, then we can go
‘Cause the real world told me lies
The realest lies ever told
So let’s run away and find paradise
Paradise
And soon paradise will be home

[Outro]
Home
Home
Home
Paradise is in my mind baby
Paradise is in my mind baby
It won’t take to long to find baby
Paradise is in my mind baby
In paradise we’re free
To do what we want to do
In paradise we’re free baby

You can’t run away forever

Higher Brothers – Wudidong

[Hook 1: DZ]
无底洞 X8
My chigga被火焰包围同时掉进了无底洞
Nike, Adidas 当做我陪葬品 无底洞
臭美的bitch卸妆水填不满无底洞
旧的不去新不来的feels like无底洞

[Verse 1: DZ]
Never 审美疲劳 灵感就像一口洞
人有各种癖好 刺激大脑后行动
面对嘴脸虚伪 哥们不予理会
百元大钞气味 深深将我吸引
大量资金来往超过额度导致账户冻结 get money up
Higher Brothers每年写的歌词长度连起来可绕地球两圈
擅长运用trap技术告诉他们大丈夫是如何成为的
Black cab车队最顶尖的driver无证驾驶快全部靠边

[Hook 2: DZ]
My chigga被火焰包围同时掉进了无底洞
Nike, Adidas 当做我陪葬品 无底洞
臭美的bitch卸妆水填不满无底洞
旧的不去新不来的feels like无底洞

[Verse 2: Psy.P]
Wi-Fi开开继续淘宝 快快塞满购物车
外卖还在来的路上 拆开快递等不得
White guy开始模仿我穿着 iPad出的每款都玩过
改改车的轮毂更宽阔 拜拜那些fake的烂货
Bitch看我开着GTR 主动过来说了几句话
性感内衣下面超短裤 越喜欢我越是脾气大
Yeezy Yeezy Yeezy Jordan, Gucci Gucci Gucci Prada
Daddy中文叫做爸爸 钱多钱少不同花法 就像

[Hook 3: DZ]
[无底洞 X8]

[Verse 3: MaSiWei]
Keep being awesome 快点叫我队长 ball like LeBron
前方那片绿洲在发光 产生无限遐想的我在摩拳擦掌
能融化所有的寂静 像帕瓦罗蒂在演歌剧
把愿望清单写进歌里是我的都带走绝不会客气
吸引力定律非常神奇 付出和收获终究成正比
虽然你是个完美主义 可视线无法从我身体上转移
他们举着牌子抗议 我站在领奖台上不太在意
内心妒忌会让你当场暴毙 弱肉强食国际的惯例
还站在原地看我远去 发自内心的我可怜你
我拼了命的改变命运就像个雇佣兵拿到了雇佣金
局势已被我逆转 我早就说过我有预感
睡到床上却又不能入眠 开始怀念录音棚的地板

[Hook 3: DZ]
无底洞 X8

Don Trip – Puzzle Pieces

[Verse]
Season greetings heard its snowing in hell
It’s some friends rooting for me really hoping I fail
Ah, well here I go again
Take a picture, show a friend
Even when I fall I’m right back up just like a bowling pin
Words can’t harm me I got alligator skin
You lil’ monkeys vs an alligator, alligator wins
Food for thought, have a bite, I been fighting all my life
I just go for what I want without ever thinking twice
Second guessing so unhealthy, if you off a millisecond
It’s a race against time and you dead if you in second
No, I ain’t make the rules and the rules I don’t abide by
Partners changing colors on a nigga like its tie dye
Focus on the mission staring on the prize wide-eye
Up close and personal I don’t believe in drive-by
Money make these bitches leg spread like a Wi-Fi
Come here messy bih let me stroke it like it 994
Tiger in this bih
I got money old enough to have off writers in this bih
All this balling maybe I deserve a title in this bih
Kill the game have them coming holding lighters in this bih
Who are you? Please don’t answer that, I don’t really care
I’m just making conversation I felt tension in the air
Now I’m planning in the era where honesty is rare
But, leave it up to I, I’m gon’ bring it back in style
Food for thought, have a bite, thought I heard your stomach growl
I’ve been fighting all my life ain’t no throwing in the towel
Oh it’s me against the world bet I’m never backing down
Anytime, any place I be waiting in the lounge
From the school of hardknock but instead of cap and gown
We get bulletproof vests and a couple hundred round
No diplomas or certificates just bags of dirty dividends
Now we tryna clean it up buy a couple businesses
Promised momma this was it, promised I would get legit
Now I got a son and my baby momma with the shit
Back to the scale I go
Tried the honest living but the check was pretty low
Broken record here we go, back through life’s revolving door
Most my niggas got no talent if it ain’t involving dope
Goddamn, guess we trapped in the trap
Out here dying for a living
Now how backwards is that?
Godspeed!

Out here dying for a living
Now how backwards is that?

DJ Green Lantern – Ill (feat. Royce Da 5’9″ & Conway)

[Intro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
Uh, I came in here with enforcers and with the goons
I never fail, I aim for the stars, came up short and I hit the moon
I’m more G than Voorhees before he had the pumpkin face
Mac 11 thumpin’, chase bitches never dump them, make ’em get out
Control their minds, keep them down on that sunken place
Which is why your boy remains on top
I tell the baddest bitch around
"Hoe, you look like Tory Lanez jump shot"
I use to think raw sex was the sacred shit
‘Til I switch to faithful, ate some sushi from off the chest
Of a naked chick, now I just be dissing hoes
Yeah momma, your son’s grown
I literally turned down your wife so many times
Her pussy lips eyes grilling you while you’re licking it with your fronts on
Either get out my face or I’m defacin’ you with a comment
Rappers like a bunch of baby birds waitin’ for me to vomit
Nigga say that they the illest rhyming, now they got to see me
I’m what’chu call them Detroit problems, now they got DP
Now I got the AR, so now they gotta back up
Lying ’til they got a twelve inch nose, now they got three feet
I’m who your hoes thirst for, you’re the worst floor
Took the Book of Ryan, I keep my story low, I’m the first floor

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
I-i-ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

[Verse 2: Conway]
Word on the streets is niggas mad, don’t ruffle a nigga’s feathers
Tell them sucka niggas I said, "Fuck them niggas," whatever
You niggas know y’all can’t fuck with me nigga, never
You can line them niggas up, put a bunch of niggas together
Yeah, extended clip in the pot
The kinda shit that I’m on is reminiscing the pot
Grippin’ the Glock, bandana on, look at the cops
Pickin’ this watch, got the hammer drawn, lift from the top
Nigga you not no gangsta, you just a rapper, I can tell
I can tell it’s fishscale, bust the plastic, I can smell
This for niggas behind the wall to keep the ratchet in they cell
Better stab you ’til you yell, while they passin’ out the mail, yeah
My automatic full of shells, they try to take me out before
But I had to just prevail
I know the goons, the little savages as well
I know the plug, make the call and get a package in the mail
It’s passionate that I’m rapping with these rap niggas for real
Street nigga, but I’m rappin’ like I graduated Yale
I ain’t attracted to the plaques and all the sales
‘Cause if I ain’t the illest rapper, then actually I failed
Look, you must got it confused
Come at me sideways, and get you yo’ spot on the news
You gotta be fooled, shawty get yous, goons body you smooth
Put you in a funeral home, body get views

[Outro: Westside Gunn]
I’m so ill
(Welcome to Hell where you are welcome to sell)
I-ill
(All scars, we earn ’em, all cars, we learn ’em)
I’m so ill
(When them shells come, you better return ’em)
I-i-ill

BROCKHAMPTON – Swamp

[Video Intro: Ameer Vann & Robert Ontenient]
I could be here all day. You’re gonna tell me what I need to know. You’re gonna tell me. Are you gonna tell me? Come on, spit it out…
Me Ilamo Roberto y este es el camino al éxito.

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
My daddy taught me how to sell dope, turn grams into elbows
Light it up when the L rolled, black man used to kick doors
Wadn’t no bullets in the guns though, niggas still never argue
Raid the house like the task force, me and my niggas like drug dogs
Find the dope and we take off, fuck my girl with my chain on
Bitch, you tatted my name on it, Yellowstone I was raised on it
Actavis in my baby bottle, baby stroller was an Impala
Niggas like to talk down on me, when I see ’em I don’t hear about it

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]
Never would’ve have met my friends if not for satellites
Yeah I’ll cuff her even if she do not suck me right
Always planned to be a rapper when I failed at life
Luckily professor failed me at the proper time
Chh-chh, chh, I say please all the time, bitch
Chh-chh, chh, I like white collar crime, bitch
Chh-chh, chh, money digital broke and
Chh-chh, chh, Ghana prince in your messages

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
My daddy hate me for leavin’ then lets go crazy together
When I tell ya all the things that I’m thinking so that we could get better
But you wanna put my heart on the stretcher
I don’t got insurance for this pressure
Wanna find the benefits, I can’t measure
Try not to run out on my temper
I can see the ash and the ember
That was made from emotional texture
I don’t know why I took this endeavor
Non-identified with our presence
Non-identified we’ll surrender
All of my old friends fair-weather
Gotta treat my heart like a treasure, ’cause all I know is no one else will

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?

[Verse 4: Joba]
You do not know me
Don’t speak of my homies
You are a phony
Quit pinning shit on me
You gon’ bring out the old me
You don’t wanna know what I wanna do when y’all talk down on my name
I don’t wanna see you in the street ’cause I might catch a case
People smile when they face to face (woo, woo, woo!)
Then turn their back and switch up words you say (ah, ah, ah!)
Running to the papers everyday (woo, woo, woo!)
I’m running to the paper anyway (ah, ah, ah!)

[Hook: Kevin Abstract & Matt Champion]
Fucking commas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
Fu-fucking dollas up from the outside, from the outside, from the outside
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
They been talkin’ down on me, (huh) what ya say?
Down

Bobby Brackins – OB (feat. Marc E. Bassy)

[Verse 1: Bobby Brackins]
Baddest OB’s I’ma need that
One that sips hen and asks where the tree’s at
Talk to your girlfriends give’em all feed back
Suckers fall in love I can stay detached
Baby I’m on, love my last song
Heard you fucked Nic and Marc to that song
I’ma killa "Hey Ma" Cam’ron
Real nigga fuck you with my pants on

[Bridge: Bobby Brackins & Marc E. Bassy]
And its a lot of things that we can do
We can mix my buddies and your crew
Mess with your girl on the side
So I can not be surprised

[Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
When you’re an OB
For me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You know I can’t complain about OB’s
Fuck me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You’ll always be our baby

[Post-Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
OB yeah just an OB yeah
You’re just and OB OB yeah
Yeah just an OB OB
You’re just and OB
You’ll always be our baby

[Verse 2: Bobby Brackins]
I’ve been thinking about you lately
And thinking about your homegirl lately
And I’m about to pop off no safety
I’m thinking about the dome that you gave me
And I heard its a little birdie around town
So i’ll take you home, get the dome, you go down
You like us, I know now
Make us bust like 4 pounds

[Bridge: Bobby Brackins & Marc E. Bassy]
And its a lot of things that we can do
We can mix my buddies and your crew
Mess with your girl on the side
So I can not be surprised

[Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
When you’re an OB
For me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You know I can’t complain about OB’s
Fuck me and my homies
Somethings will never change
You’ll always be our baby

[Post-Hook: Marc E. Bassy]
OB yeah just an OB yeah
You’re just and OB OB yeah
Yeah just an OB OB
You’re just and OB
You’ll always be our baby

Royce Da 5’9″ – Barely Human (feat. Tech N9Ne)

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]
Oheya
Oheya
Ey
Ey
I’m barely
Human

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Cold heart
Sinister sicking ya so-so art
If ya seeking a beating, I can treat and give heapins
Make your ‘fro blow ‘part before yo’ flow starts
Wanna be chopping ’em, knocking ’em all in coffins
And I’m stopping ya slow go kart when I go Mozart
Intricate, never vintage in my sentences
I’m gonna make a bro go shart
Look at me, I’m gonna favor the yeti but with a machete
You better be ready, you in the medi of a killing
I’m deadly when I shred these
Somebody check my head please, I’m edgy
And I’m steady giving hella loving
And I thank you to my niggas who led me to the red beef
Barely human, rarely you in the midst of some scary ruins
Until ya try to swipe my independence, Harry Truman
The Nina, the Nickel, we coming very soon and
Building the wack rapper cemetery to bury you in

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human
You stroked my ego
Now I’m your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9"]
King Nickel, Lee Majors
Spending old money, the cake’s stale
I beam triple like three lasers on three pistols on a weight scale
It seem simple, I’m pro-meth, I’m pro-magazine
This literature unfold half
Your team lean with you and I’m a nomad
Roaming out in the street killing MC’s pencils, making ’em rethink
What they write and might end up in yo’ pad
I’m getting dome in my kingdom where
I promise it’ll be no crowning (I promise)
The flow harder than Medusa postpartum
The father of the child’s coast guarding post-crowning
I’m getting money my nigga, it’s funny that nobody thought of you
And if it truly is true to music and induce it to life then my future
Will sound like autotune
Bad grammar and y’all be fucking up no commas
For you to compare me to ’em
He would have to be out of his mind if he barely human

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
Just stroke my ego
Call me your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human
You stroked my ego
Now I’m your hero
I’m damned to be this good
I’m barely human

Nichole Nordeman – Every Mile Mattered (Every Mile Mattered Album)

[Verse 1]
Spread the map on the table, with the coffee stain
Put your finger on the places, show me where you’ve been
Is that California, where your teardrops dried?
You drew a circle around Georgia, can you tell me why?

[Pre-Chorus]
I see shoulda beens, coulda beens
Written all over your face
Wrong turns and bridges burned
Things you wanna change

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
Yeah, it’s history
And every mile mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered

[Verse 2]
Get the box off the top shelf, with the black and white
Snapshots of your old self, in a better light
Ghosts and regrets back again, I can see it in your eyes
Send them home, let ’em go
Don’t you think it’s time? Yeah

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered

[Bridge]
And every road and every bend
Every bruise and bitter end
All you squandered, all you spent
It mattered, it mattered
Mercy always finds a way
To wrap your blisters up in grace
And every highway you’d erase
It mattered, it mattered

[Chorus 2]
But it’s history
It don’t define you
You’re free to leave
It all behind you
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered!
Every mile mattered!

Nichole Nordeman – You’re Here (Every Mile Mattered Album)

[Verse 1]
In my younger years
I found You beneath the steeple
In the faces of Your people
Could hear You in the hymns
In my younger years
Then later on
I met You on a road, once winding
Seeking but not always finding
With the building gone
You still loved me later on

[Pre-Chorus]
Anywhere You are is sanctuary
Everywhere You are is where I’m free

[Chorus]
You’re here, You’re here
The only invitation that You need
Is the very air I breathe
You’re here, You’re here
I will never be alone
You will be always be my home
‘Cause You’re here

[Verse 2]
In the same small room
Staring at the life I’ve chosen
Hoping that the door’s still open
To give my heart to You
In this same small room
What could separate
Me from all the ways You love me?
Nothing below or above me
Could get in the way
This is what You say

[Pre-Chorus]
Anywhere You are is sanctuary
Everywhere You are is where I’m free

[Chorus]
You’re here, You’re here
The only invitation that You need
Is the very air I breathe
You’re here, You’re here
I will never be alone
You will be always be my home…

[Bridge]
You were at the altar, preacher’s hand upon my head
You were in the water, when I came up clean instead
You’re still in my story, when my tears fall on the dirt
You’re there in the morning, wrapping grace around what hurts
You were in the questions, in the silence on the phone
You were paying cab fare, making sure I made it home
I believed in too far, I believed in my worst fear
But You were never moving closer, You were only always here!

[Outro]
You will always be my home
I don’t have to be alone
Don’t have to be alone
You will always be my home

Nichole Nordeman – Dear Me (Every Mile Mattered Album)

[Verse 1]
Dear Me …
This is a letter to the girl I used to be
Dear Me …
There are some things that you should know
It’s not my intention to embarrass or to shame you
What’s inside the rear-view mirror is closer than it appears
We do the best that we know how, with what we have been given
And the difference between you and I is, I’ve been given time
In time, you’ll see

[Verse 2]
Dear Me …
This is a letter to the girl I used to be
Some things are not as simple as we said
Remember when we thought there were a handful of some magic words to pray
A guarantee and a down payment on a mansion
Remember all the rules we made about the Body and the Blood
The hoops we made them jump through
Though He offers it to everyone
I’m so sorry

[Chorus 1]
Do you remember now the things I said I thought that I deserved
My flag, and safety, a place to learn
The things I know I didn’t earn
And bless their hearts, I’m sure it’s hard
But handouts don’t help anyone
And all the talk about the system
I sure hope someone can fix them
I said those things

[Verse 3]
Dear Me …
This is a letter to the girl I used to be
You’ll see, you’re gonna take the long way
And there is nothing you could do or say to separate you
From the love of God who made you just exactly as He meant to
And you cannot imagine all the places you’ll see Jesus
But you’ll find Him everywhere you thought He wasn’t supposed to go
So, go!.. Go!..

[Chorus 2]
And hold all the mothers, whose babies bleed from bullet holes
And feel all the hunger, the bellies and the bones
Shout for the prisoner, cry for justice, loud and long
And march with the victims, as Jesus marches on
And sit at all the tables, ’cause Jesus eats with everyone
And dance to the music, if you can’t sing its native tongue
And cry for the wombs, the mothers and the empty arms
And hold high the warriors, fighting now for freedoms’ song

[Bridge]
And love, love, love, love
Like it’s your own blood
And love, love, love, love
As you have been loved
Love, love, love, love
Like it’s your own blood
Love, love, love, love
As you have been loved
Love, love, love, love, love
Like [you have been?]
Love, love, love, love, love
It’s all about love!
Love, love, love, love, love
His name is love
Love, love, love, love, love

[Verse 4]
Dear Me …
You did not learn this in a day or two or three
So ask a lot of questions
But Jesus loves us, this I know
And there are no exceptions

Nichole Nordeman – Lean (Every Mile Mattered Album)

[Verse 1]
Trying and tripping and torn
Reaching for more, but coming up less
Why are my memories of
You as the judge, me as the mess

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I want the medal
Don’t want to settle
I want the victory lap, You in the stands
Why is it hard to believe
You just want me
Just as I am

[Chorus]
I could stand, I could fall
You want all of me
I could run, I could crawl
You will always be
You’re not impressed, with all of my best
Not disappointed, when I don’t land on my feet
In everything, You are asking me
To lean

[Verse 2]
When did we learn to perform
To need the encore, to know who we are
When did we forget our place
Is not on a stage but safe in Your arms

[Pre-Chorus 2]
When will I let go
Be still and just know
When will I see, when will I just believe

[Chorus]
I could stand, I could fall
You want all of me
I could run, I could crawl
You will always be
You’re not impressed, with all of my best
Not disappointed, when I don’t land on my feet
In everything, You are asking me
To lean

[Bridge]
You ask me to trust
When You say I was enough
You made me lean

[Chorus]
I could stand, I could fall
You want all of me
I could run, I could crawl
You will always be
You’re not impressed, with all of my best
Not disappointed, when I don’t land on my feet
In everything, You are asking me
To lean

Nichole Nordeman – Hush, Hush (Every Mile Mattered Album)

This is where your ship went down
Right there
Stern and bow
You took on waves
Took on water
You took the blame, even harder

You drug a net across the ocean floor
Beer bottles and a broken oar
You washed on shore beneath the moon
And I’m not sure you want me to
But I’ll put you back together

Hush, hush
You don’t have to have the answers
Hush, hush
I will gather all the branches
I will light a fire for you
Rest your head ‘til you’ve had rest enough
Hush, now hush
Hush, hush

It’s worse in the light of day
It hurts the things they say
You wrote big letters in the sand
You watch the sky and wave your hands

But I love you if they never come
I love you in the scorching sun
One cup of water at a time
‘Til you remember you are mine
And I will love you back together

One cup of water at a time
‘Til you remember you are mine
I am the calm, I am the sea
Your rescue and recovery
And I am the storm that swallowed you
I let you bleed, I thought you knew
And I am the bottom, and I am the floor
I am the deep you never knew before

I let you sink
And I let you go
But I caught you in the undertow

And I am the shore
And I am the flame
And mercy is My name

Hush, hush
Hush now

Nichole Nordeman – Listen To Your Life (Every Mile Mattered Album)

[Verse 1]
I hear voices, don’t think that I’m crazy
I can hear my heart trying to tell my head
Take it easy
Too many choices, too many angles
All the loose ends just end up tied up in tangles

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Who’s got the floor, who’s got the bullhorn?
Who’s trying to whisper in my ear?
Who’s in the street, who’s in the backseat?
Who’s gonna steer?

[Chorus 1]
Listen to your life-life-life-life
And what’s on the inside-side-side-side
All the other sound, turn it down
Listen to your life-life-life-life

[Verse 2]
Everything’s holy, everything’s sacred
Even in the mundane, you’ll find nothing’s wasted
Every heartbeat, beats for One greater
Every breath meant to profess your creator

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Beyond the chatter, beyond the noise
There is a stiller, smaller voice
Be spellbound, ear to the ground
What’s that sound?

[Chorus 2]
Listen to your life-life-life-life
And what’s on the inside-side-side-side
All the other sound, turn it down and
Listen to your life, life, life, life
Let the Spirit flow-ow-ow-ow
And let the Spirit show-ow-ow-ow you
All that He was meant to
Only when you learn to
Listen to your life-life-life-life

[Bridge]
All the ruckus, all the fuss and all the noise
Find your space, all is grace, know your voice
All the ruckus, all the fuss and all the noise
Find your space, all is grace, know your voice

[Chorus 2]
Listen to your life-life-life-life
And what’s on the inside-side-side-side
All the other sound, turn it down and
Listen to your life, life, life, life
Let the Spirit flow-ow-ow-ow
Let the Spirit show-ow-ow-ow you
All that He was meant to
Only when you learn to
Listen to your life-life-life-life

[Outro]
Listen to your life!