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Bugzy Malone – Make Or Break (King Of The North Album)

[Verse 1]
To be the best at what he do
He just kept kickin’ and kickin’ and kickin’ until the bag wouldn’t move
Until his shins were numb
He just kept powerin’ through
He wants to look after his mum
Somethin’ his dad couldn’t do
He used to train out in the park
In the blistering cold
Until the roads went dark and the streetlights gave you that orange glow
He would keep kickin’ but he would get kicked back ’til he had a broken nose
It could’ve been boxing, could’ve been wrestling, it could’ve been taekwondo didn’t matter he was there 6 days a week
Same gym bag same trainers on his feet
Worked on the door so he could eat
Trained hard cause he didn’t wanna taste defeat
But sometimes you have to lose and learn before you become the man to beat
And the night that his mum stood next to the cage to support him it was just clear to see
She kept payin’ and payin’ and payin’ for sessions and all of em paid off
Cause now when he kicks, he doesn’t feel pain and he could take somebodies face off
He won in the second round but by then his mum would just ruin the make-up
He made thirteen grand and dropped it all on his mother’s table

[Chorus]
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey

[Verse 2]
To fail and know it’s too late
There was three of em all of em cousins and they would play on the estate
They didn’t get along with the other kids
So they would get into fights
But the oldest cousin felt like he had to make sure they were nice
So he started… fightin’, fightin’, always fightin’ just to protect
He put himself in a position where nobody liked him
He got arrested for the last time
Say good night to the bad guy
Only sixteen lookin’ at eighteen months and at least he’ll do nine
And this meant the younger cousins were left on the street to fend for themselves
And now the protection’s gone for the oldest out of the two it was hell
And now he’s just.. fightin’, fightin’ always fightin’
But he’s not originally from this country so he’s on his final warning
He got deported back to his hometown where the older cousin was holed now
Feelin’ guilty his younger got sent home so he’s ringin’ his mobile phone now
He didn’t answer, and when he went on his facebook, it just said R.I.P
The reason I know this story is because the oldest cousin in this was me

[Chorus]
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey

[Bridge]
Life is only what you make of it [x5]
I pray you [x4]
I pray you never let it break you

[Chorus]
Life is only what you make of it
We are born alone and time begins to tick
I pray you….
I pray you never let it break you
Hey hey

Bugzy Malone – Through The Night (feat. DJ Luck & Mc Neat) (King Of The North Album)

[Verse 1]
Looking like war
It’s looking like beef
Tell them I’m lurking nigga don’t sleep
I’ll ride into your village on horseback
5000 soldiers in my fleet
But it’s looking like war
It’s looking like beef
And they’ve had nothing but invisible beef
They can bring Zeus because I’m like Ares
I’m a warlord but I’ve never been Greek
Now it’s looking like war
It’s looking like beef
Looking like you coming up against me
Looking like Bugzy Malone’s top 3
And set man are getting too old to compete
Set man are getting too old for this grime ting now
Man are way too old for these beats
When the album dropped everybody stop listening
To his album after one week
Now your looking confused, looking at me
You sing now but you didn’t sing last week
Oh you want to make a track for the gyaldem
Because the gyaldem love beauty and the beast
This ones a robbery with no baly and gloves
Man know I got a bare faced cheek
I’m not from London but when I go London
Man know I got a army behind me

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

[Verse 2]
What did he want to do next
This ones simple it’s nottin complex
Man don’t start showing me respect
Then I’m going to start putting guillotines on necks
It’s not that deep it’s not the Loch ness
But I’ll start taking shots like George Best
Man start trying to cook something up for me
When I’m Gordon Ramsay and they’re just the chef
Gogglebox everybody looking at me
MC’s blinking like it can’t be
How can a guy come from out of town
Come to town and fuck up the whole grime scene?
How much money does he make per show?
And how much did he make from the EP?
Wait and all that from his own label
He must have way more money than me (damn right!)
How did he get that car? (Life!)
How did he come so far? (Life!)
How did he go from selling drugs signing on
To becoming a star? (Oh Life!)
I’m like the Leonardo Dicaprio forget about trophy’s
I just want to know have you ever counted
£500,000 out in £20 notes? No?
Because I’ve never been standard
You can get lost out here and get stranded
Anybody coming to the North tryna fuck with the King
On a boat or ship and get anchored
All hands on deck because I don’t take kindly to idol threats
These MC’s are some overnight MC’s
That’s why they want me dead

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

[Verse 3]
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life more more money more life
More money more life I don’t fuck with none of these guys
It’s groggy season Rucka’s after Rucka’s
Most of these MC’s are just muppets
Dem man say I’m just lucky
Like said I don’t know bar for bar I’m just mucky
I’ll make a dark-skinned MC crumble
Just like a double chocolate chip cookie
I’m King Kong
I’ll make a light-skinned MC sound like a new born puppy
They can team up they can round the whole scene up
But it’s not going to make a difference on G-Dot
Dem man are pissed off because they’ve got shows
But right now they’re performing for peanuts
What kind of a MC looks at the DJ
Reaches out for the decks to get wheel ups
You’re not a MC you’re just a copycat it won’t last

[Hook]
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
With a little bit of luck
They might make it through the night
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
With a little bit of love
They might make it through the night

Bugzy Malone – We Don’t Play (King Of The North Album)

[Intro x3]
Kill or be killed
Savages…

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

[Verse 1]
No fuckboys in my section
Nothing but cacao in my complexion
Don’t you know I got diamonds in my rolex
And we’re not gonna sleep nigga that’s no rest
I’m gonna leave it fading on gravy
I got the bangers where the mash is crazy
Wanna drink from my table then pay me
Th-th-that bitch is shady
Th-th-that bitch can persuade me
She says she knows who I am
Cause she’s seen my face on the gram
She did have a 1 but he’s gone
Somebody pass me the Don Perignon
Can you pass me the Don Perignon
I made money from drugs
Made money from drugs
I was mixing the does with the buds
Mixing the does with the buds
The money was good
All the money was good
Money was the only good thing in the hood
Only good thing in the hood

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

[Verse 2]
I’m fadin’ she noticed
I needed a song for the roadies
I’m famous he’s lonely
Don’t let him pretend that he knows me
Why they so nosy
They wish they could phone me
I bang it in
I’m a striker she a goalie
She eat it up like I’m guacamole
If you wanna take it off you better hit the switch
I’m grabbin’ her throat she’s grabbin’ my dick
And now this bitch’s tryna bite my lip
Don’t she know I’m a badboy I don’t like to kiss
Shot’s through the black now we hit the strip
Man don’t play man are built for this
All my niggas working money mitch
And I’m like the dark-skin version of Richie Rich

[Chorus]
They know that we’re savages
Know that we’re cold
We come from the road
We never go bookah we’re digging for gold
We’re digging for gold
Not only does she wanna know
She want me to roll
She’s getting down with the cam on the look
Down with the cam on the look

Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay
Don’t you know we dont play-ay-ay-ay

Bugzy Malone – Memory Lane (feat. Tom Grennan) (King Of The North Album)

(Bugzy Malone)
Yeah

Today is gonna be the day
That they throw it all back to you
And by now
You should have somehow realised what you have to do

The world keeps on turning round
Bridges keep burning down
Nobody can hear you now
No matter how loud you shout

Sitting in total silence
Totally lost, no guidance
You don’t call no more
Nobody can find ya
Nobody can find the time like they lost their watch
They find it hard to think you went soft
They find an architect that I’ve promised that I make sure
He puts the building blocks in place

Start rebuilding, we’ve been broken since children
They keep telling me that we’re only human
I don’t do no silly excuses
Nobody wins we’re losing
So violent and abusive
It’s all battle, scars and bruises
Cuz what really

(Tom Grennan)
The sun shines down on me, on me, on me
And breaks my ties you’ll see, you’ll see, you’ll see
That angel’s eyes, they bleed
This life, I chose
My open wounds they show that
Memory lane is like a winding road

(Bugzy Malone)
Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I feel about you now

I just want you to know that I love you
It’s a cruel world outside but
I need you to know that I got you
Such a forgetful place and
I don’t want them to forget you
Hard times have arrived and
I wanna make sure that we get through

I look into your eyes sometimes
All I can see is emptiness, no resemblance, no more fire
Or anything similar
When did the winter get to us , I go blind
Looking at a light so bright ?
But if I can find my way
Then I’ll come back for you and I’ll make it right
I wanna say something but I don’t know how
I gotta keep it moving, I can’t turn ’round
How did David make Goliath fall down?
What’s the king if the king has lost its crown?

(Tom Grennan)
Today is our day
We’re running away
But the night was so long and
Today is the day that we break off our chains?

When the sun shines down om me, on me, on me
And breaks my ties you’ll see, you’ll see, you’ll see
That angels die, they bleed , this life
My open wounds they show
That memory lane is like a winding road
Like a winding road

(Bugzy Malone)
Today was gonna be the day
But they’ll never throw it back to you
By now you should’ve somehow
Realized what you’re not to do
I don’t believe that anybody
I don’t believe that anybody
Feels the way I feel about you now

(Tom Grennan)
Memory lane is like a winding road
(Yeah)
Memory lane is like a winding road

Bugzy Malone – Bruce Wayne (King Of The North Album)

[Verse 1]
Everything black on the C63 for real impact
Man could never tell me that I’m whack when I’m sat back in the tracksuit that I designed and it’s mad
Go and tell them man they can fall back
Cuz’ I’m king of the north and I’m on a warpath
You don’t wanna see me when I’m in a ski mask cuz you know I got the big ting in a rucksack
0-60 in four point zero, hero cuz I’m batman and all that
Man don’t want it with the don god and I got a level that I’m not showing them and all that
I watch man looking at my watch fam, but I’m not a watch man cuz I’ve never been a raw ?, ? couldn’t even stop man
And I got baddies to catch I’m batman and all that

[Chorus x2]
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out doors with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man, then I’ll do a batman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting

[Verse 2]
See when I got beef
I get blacked out down to my feet
I mean I got something new for the street
And I swear on my mums life it’s the kind of tracksuit man use when they got beef
Blacked out down to the feet
I mean I got something new for the street
Supply&Demand part 3
Yeah I’m on a different planet
They’ve seen everything I got and they want it
Man say that they’re gonna’ smack man about when they see man in the flesh and they don’t want it
Why say you wanna go bar for bar
Cuz when I heard you bar for bar you were robotic
This ones like a gangbanger, with a blacked out man bag and a flow psychotic
I’m hard like a gym with no tonic?
Flyin’ like a Tails with no Sonic
You don’t know the AMG is trick tronic and the kick on it is quick like a pick pocket
From a nobody to a somebody, I got bodies on my résumé
Ask my man he got bodied
Truthfully I couldn’t wifey the ting off, she isn’t my cup of tea or coffee

[Chorus x4]
Ah, yeah Batmanting
When I’m in my black tracksuit
I’m on a Batmanting
Blacked out doors with a ski mask to match
A man can’t catch what a Batman’s in
C63 the Batmanting
You’re a joker
You get your head smacked in
I’ll slap man then I’ll do a batman
Eat man’s food then pounce on a Batmanting

Bugzy Malone – Sniper (King Of The North Album)

[Intro]
Bang, bang, bang
Sniper, Sniper, Sniper
Sniper! (Bugzy)
Sniper, Sniper, Sniper

[Verse 1]
Man are fucking with the wrong one
Tripping like the shoe laces are undone
Other than the nigga with the gold teeth
Tell me what’s really happening in London?
They looking at me like I’m the conundrum
They must think I am a lyrical gun man
Coz I sit there looking down the scope of the sniper rifle
Hittin’ man on the random
Alright now you got me on a tangent
And let me pray for the nigga’s I abandon
Nobody from the north makes it
Everybody gets hit, I am the last man standing
And you take shots on me on a regular basis
But I’m on a Teflon don ting
I had a dream that the game was a house, I just kicked off the door, caught man on the landing (BAH,BAH,BAH,BAH!!)
No danger, I’ve got them shot like I was pulling the trigger on a taser
I’ve took chase with man on the back of a super bike, you can go and ask Vader
Double clutching it like I was a racer
Felt like I went to sleep that night with my freedom
Woke up in a small cell with nothing but a TV and a blue Radox
Am I making an album, no it’s the Third EP
And all I know is I got it in a cage chained up and its growling
If man thinks he’s on the ball, I’ll foul him
I am the wolf so I climb up to the top of the mountain and I just sit there howling
No one’s fucking with the King of the North I go down in history
I stopped the scene from drowning
The grime minister, like the door said 10 and the street said downing
Anybody with a Bugzy Malone diss track’s dry and just tryna get a little drink from the fountain
They are pissed off ’cause I tell stories better than J.K Rowling
I’m the Don Gorgon, which means I’m the daddy out here
Man try and I’ll ground him

[Hook]
I’m runnin, I’m runnin, I’m runnin him down
I’m in the city and I’m getting about
I’ll run in Buckingham Palace and I’ll show man what the King of the North is about
I’m runnin, I’m runnin, I’m runnin him down I’m in the city and I’m getting about
I’ll run in Buckingham Palace and I’ll show man that the King of the North is a sniper

[Verse 2]
I’ve been thinking
What’s the point in all this money if you’ve not got anywhere to spend it
I was walking around a Mercedes showroom asking ’em if I could lend it
I remember the BMW 3 series drop top, stood me at 10 quid
Now I’m driving around in something that Bruce Wayne himself couldn’t contend with (MAD)
Mad to the point that I’m not sure what I’m gonna do next
I get so many cameras pushed in my face, right now I can’t hide from Complex
I was reloading that much in one night you would’ve thought I was on decks
I got to much legal money it’s time to invest
I don’t praise none of these niggas above me
I think all these niggas are ugly
I heard your new CD is rusty
Now I know why they do not trust me
They know that I’m gonna take their fans
But they think that I wanna shake their hands
But I can’t be friends with a one trick pony that’s standing in sinkin’ sand
Yo, when I shoot I don’t miss
I’ve been ticking off man off my list
We can have war, we can have beef
But you’ll end up in a boot of your own whip
Indirects, so many indirects it’s like he let off the MAC
Panickin’, and none of them shots have hit anything
When I let off my thing I’m bodying
I heard that you love your girlfriend
I hear that you trust your girlfriend
I know man that have loved your girlfriend
I know man that have touched your girlfriend
I don’t know if she told you everything
Ask her if she told you everything
I don’t know if she’s shown you everything
Carry on and I’ll tell them everything

[Hook]
I’m runnin, I’m runnin, I’m runnin him down
I’m in the city and I’m getting about
I’ll run in Buckingham Palace and I’ll show man what the King of the North is about
I’m runnin, I’m runnin, I’m runnin him down I’m in the city and I’m getting about
I’ll run in Buckingham Palace and I’ll show man that the King of the North is a sniper

21 Savage – How To Ball (Issa Savage Album)

[Intro]
Hundred bricks, on my face card
(Struggling for the motherfucking traps in the trunk nigga)
Yeah nigga, 21 savage nigga
I showed the young nigga how to ball nigga
Shirofresh on the track nigga, Hundred bricks nigga
Front it nigga face card good nigga
Been getting money young nigga
21, 21

[Hook]
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I’ma show the young niggas how to ball
I’ma show the young niggas how to ball
I’ma show the young niggas how to ball
I’ma show the young niggas how to ball

[Verse 1]
I’mma show a nigga how to get some paper (lil nigga)
I’mma show a nigga how to get some cash (young nigga)
Ye ain’t got it trust you need to get it fast (hurry, hurry)
Young fly nigga got a lot of swag
I like smoking gas
I like cooking glass
Wait a minute, wait a minute(hold up)
New Jag
Paper tag, hundred thousand cash
Got these nigga mad, got these bitches mad
Shoutout to my plug cuz he sent a lot of bag
Shoutout to myself cuz I sell them real fast
AK-47 with the nightstand
Shoot a nigga from the mounds like the Taliban

[Hook]
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball

[Verse 2]
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I-I-I just left the mall
I swear I try to buy it all
I walked to Ferragamo bought the whole wall
Real street nigga all I go is hard
When I’m in the building better cuff your broad
Chevy and Lil Harold they’ll pull your card
Rolex on my wrist they call me forty large
All a nigga do is get money
Put em on the stick we gunning
Spent a hundred thousand that’s nothing
Say you get money you fronting
Popping out since I done it
That canneroll fucking up your stomach
And we chilling with a killer we thugging
Nigga make the wrong move he blooded

[Hook]
Hundred bricks, On my face card
No keys, push start
Bad bitches, foreign car
I can show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball
I’mma show the young niggas how to ball

Tyler The Creator – Foreword (feat. Can & Rex Orange County) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
How many cars can I buy ’til I run out of drive?
How much drive can I have ’til I run out of road?
How much road can they pave ’til they run out of land?
How much land can there be until I run in the ocean?
You niggas go with the motions and all the plans
Sea I was never into the beaches and all the sands
See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows and posies
Falling outta my pocket, but ya’ll want to know if I swam to cool down
How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?
How many fans can I have until I turn on the AC?
If the AC blows, well then I’m TNT, I’m gone

[Bridge: Rex Orange County]
I’m gone and I’m finished
And I ain’t seen my friends in a minute
Guessing nothing lasts forever
Yeah, nothing lasts forever
Nothing sticks together
Sick of sitting in doubt
Please let me figure this out

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Shout out to the girls that I lead on
For occasional head and always keeping my bed warm
And trying their hardest to keep my head on straight
And keeping me up enough ’til I had thought I was airborne
How many raps can I write ’til I get me a chain?
How many chains can I wear ’til I’m considered a slave?
How many slaves can it be ’til Nat Turner arise?
How many riots can it be ’til them Black lives matter?
Niggas click clack splatter, pew, pew that nigga
Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga
‘Cause if that cop got trigger, he better pull
‘Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool
‘Cause I know what I’m driving is usually paid in full
And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one
Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms
Them rooms got some windows and my windows got some views
Them views get some stares and my backyard does too
And if you walk to the bottom you’ll prolly see a pool

You better not drown, keep them ten toes up
‘Cause if those ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up
And that’s what I swim in

[Outro: Rex Orange County]
And if I drown and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
And if I crash and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
And if I fall and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Baby, then I’ll know)
I’m wondering if I don’t come back
Maybe then I’ll know

Tyler The Creator – Where This Flower Blooms (feat. Frank Ocean) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Ayo
Let take it back to them day
Counting sheep on Sadie Hannah’s floor
Carpet was my baby mama
80 dollar profit from the coffee I poured
Rent-A-Center calling everyday
Nobody home, they’re knocking on the door
Now I skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
In toys I only dreamed that I could afford
Now I roll through Okaga, California

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I ride to California
These frog oval goggles
I’m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp Sun shining on me
Slick circles floating
Vro we off this world
Yea yea
Run it run it run it yea

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
Run it, run it, run it, run it
I rock, I roll, I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let ’em know), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I grow
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Ain’t nobody fucking with T, but that may just be my ego
But don’t be too cool, you may freeze
Because niggas get stuck in the cold (Man, look at this ice)
Shit weighs a ton, water your garden my nigga and stunt
(Stunt on these niggas)
Tell these Black kids they could be who they are
Dye your hair blue, shit, I’ll do it too
Look, I smell like Chanel
I never mall gup with my manicured nails
I coconut oil the skin
I keep the top low ’cause the follicles thinnin’
But other than that, man, it feels like I’m winning
Went from statistic to millionaire
CNN doubted ’cause my skin is dark
But they forget when I get in my car

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I ride to California
These frog oval goggles
I’m leaning out the window
OJ shining on me
Simp Sun shining on me
Slick circles floating
Vro we off this world
Yea yea
Run it run it run it yea

[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (What you say?), I bloom, I glow (I glow)
I rock, I roll (Let ’em know), I bloom, I grow (I grow)
I rock, I roll (One more time), I bloom, I-
(Let’s go!)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Flower boy T, nigga that’s me
Rooted from the bottom, bloomed into a tree
Took a little while, nigga making leaves
Keep ’em in the branches so my family can eat
Favorite color green, energy is strong
Giving niggas life like birdies and the beez
Dropping them seeds, not what you want
You don’t know what I keep in the trunk…. tree

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Ah, shit!

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it
Run it
Run it

Tyler The Creator – See You Again (feat. Kali Uchis) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, oh

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy
I stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Anytime I count sheep
That’s the only time we make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
I don’t wanna wake up

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis]
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, I
Wonder if you look both ways
When you cross my mind, I said, I said
I’m sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
You’re the one that’s always running through my day dreams, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
Can I get a kiss?
And can you make it last forever?
I said I’m ’bout to go to war
And I don’t know if I’ma see you again
Can I get a kiss? (Can I)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you)
I said I’m ’bout to go to war (‘Bout to)
I don’t know if I’ma see you again
(Uh, switch it up)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I said, okay, okay, okay, okie dokie, my infatuation
Is translatin’ to another form of what you call it? — Love
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, I ain’t met you
I’ve been looking, stop the waiting
‘fore I stop the chasing, like a alcoholic
You don’t understand me, what the fuck do you mean?
It’s them rose tinted cheeks, yeah it’s them dirt-colored eyes
Sugar honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene
Yeah I’d give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie
Yeugh!

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis]
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, cupid hit me with precision, eye
Wonder if you look both ways
When you cross my mind, I said, I said
I’m sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
You’re the one that’s always running through my day dreams, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
(So)
Can I get a kiss? (Can I get a kiss?)
And can you make it last forever? (Oh, forever)
I said I’m ’bout to go to war (Go to war)
I don’t know if I’ma see you again (See you again)
Can I get a kiss? (Can I)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you)
I said I’m ’bout to go to war (‘Bout to)
I don’t know if I’ma see you again

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & Kali Uchis]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, oh
La la, la la la la, la la
La la, la la la, la la
La la, la la la la, la la
La la, la la la la
One more time?

Tyler The Creator – Who Dat Boy (feat. A$Ap Rocky) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that nigga, I swear
Stand out guy, him don’t need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? ‘Cause nigga, I’m right here
I don’t shop at the mall, all y’all just
Dumb mothafucka, I’m a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I’ll draw you a closet
And you know that it’s GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
It’s runnin’, nigga, I’m runnin’ shit
That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won’t stop ’til the cops surround him
One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin’ face blown off, that’s how they found him
It’s Young T

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad ’cause a nigga neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the air like that?
Nigga, who dem boys?

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch this jig?
Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?
Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
Never seen a nigga in this much Raf
Still doin’ math when I miss my class
Was it Summertime ’06, had the Number (N)ine
Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen ’til they skipped my ass
Senior citizen, don’t forget my pass
Been that nigga and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad ’cause a nigga’s neck chill like that
You mad ’cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin’ bad vibes in the-?

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Fuck the rap, I’m tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin’ business ventures
These niggas these days
Actin’ like some bitches, like they’re fuckin’ with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin’, Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin’, she exquisite, bitches be expensive
(Yeah, let ’em know, nigga) And I don’t even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
I’m currently lookin’ for ’95 Leo
My mom say she worried because I’m so ill
I should stay in bed, but got too much bread
To make, she said watch my weight
So I stayed home and start eatin’ some meals
Get out of my way, way, boy that’s McLaren
That’s 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I’m gone

[Video Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, call me
Call me, how you doin’?
Call me, my name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number, you can reach me, woo!
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me, call me some time
911, call me
911, call me

Tyler The Creator – Pothole (feat. Jaden Smith & Roy Ayers) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
My mother warned me that some niggas ain’t my right hand
To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man
His name is Clancy, I fancy him, gotta give him props
He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop
So now I’m speedin’ and tryna drive away from the fact
That she was right, so I triple left, tryna double back
The streets are filled with some clues, like how I ain’t notice that?
(How I ain’t see that?) Fuck it, I seen some familiar stuck in the cul-de-sac
I pull up, get out, what up? I wanna help
But what you want for some, some niggas really don’t want for themself
Now do I stay? Do I go? That’s my dilemma
And traffic is picking up, if I don’t leave I’ma get stuck (skrrt)
So I speed off, we talk barely and it seems awk-
-Ward, and I heard through some words that you’re off it
I got too much drive, don’t wanna steer off path
And crash and get distracted
But I listen to that weather man ’cause it might rain
Keep my windshield wipers prepared ’cause y’all throw so much shade
But I got jacket in trunk, but that’s in the front
I also got power for both of us if you’re ever in need of jump
Just let me know, my nigga

[Chorus: Jaden Smith & Tyler, the Creator]
I had to switch gears on ’em
Fishtail in the rearview mirror on ’em (Skrrrrrt!)
I had to switch gears on ’em
You know, swerve, left turn, steerin’ wheel on ’em
Nigga that’s a pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Snakes in the grass, but I walk
I got some new boots, on the back it says GOLF
So I be prepared for their bites, they’re all talk
I left the condom in the grass so fuck off
Watchin’ Clarence in a mansion with nobody in it
Young successful nigga, ride McLaren with no windows tinted
I drive by piggies when I’m in it ’cause it feels amazin’
The irony is I stopped eatin’ bacon
Don’t get it twisted, nigga, I’m still hungry, oh he lonely
All my friends talk about their hoes and tenderonies
But all I can show ’em is a couple cars and more things
That I’ve made in the couple past month, he’s on, please
Everyone is a sheep, me, a lone wolf
Nobody gon’ make a peep ’cause everyone wants some wool
Since everyone is a sheep, not everyone here is cool
Man I’d rather drown in a pool by myself than fuck with their fleece
See, man, T-Man fans be seesaw
Wind blows, they go, which way, who knows?
One day, "Fuck no," the next day, "Okay"
But fuck y’all, I know that T is four for four
I just want that garden and that Batmobile
Good health, success, time on earth worthwhile
Find somebody who love me and raise a couple of lizards
But my vehicle’s good for now, that’s in a couple of miles
Now keep it pushin’, nigga

[Chorus: Jaden Smith & Tyler, the Creator]
I had to switch gears on ’em
Fishtail in the rearview mirror on ’em (Skrrrrrt!)
I had to switch gears on ’em
You know, swerve, left turn, steerin’ wheel on ’em
Nigga that’s a pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole

[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
Fuck, okay, next one
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Gotta watch out for the potholes
Ooh, said watch out for the potholes
Haha

Tyler The Creator – Garden Shed (feat. Estelle) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Chorus: Estelle]
Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator]
You don’t have to hide
I can smell it in your eyes
That there’s something more to say, baby
Them words
Damn, run me back, yeah

[Bridge: Estelle & Tyler, the Creator]
If I could, if I could
If you could
Find the words to say
Find the words to say
Find the words
In the garden
Shed
Go

[Chorus: Estelle]
Don’t kill a rose
Before it could bloom
Fly, baby, fly
Out the cocoon

[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Ayo
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
For the garden
That is where I was hidin’
That is what love I was I in
Ain’t no reason to pretend
Garden shed, garden shed, garden shed
Garden shed for the garçons
Them feelings that I was guardin’
Heavy on my mind
All my friends lost
They couldn’t read the signs
I didn’t wanna talk and tell ’em my location
And they ain’t wanna walk
Truth is, since a youth kid, thought it was a phase
Thought it’d be like the phrase; "poof," gone
But, it’s still goin’ on
Big fan of the pale tan
Polka dot nose, how it goes
Had to keep it on the subwoofer
A couple butterflies wanna float
But I was always like, "Eh"
Barely interested, but bagged just to brag to my boys like, "Bruh"
This is a crucial subject matter
Sensitive like cookin’ batter
‘Til the temperature that’s risin’
Steppin’ on that ladder, tryna
Grab the rings of Saturn, I’ma
Planet by the time you hear this
Shit and chatter ’bout the heat
It will not fuckin’ matter

Tyler The Creator – Boredom (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro: Rex Orange County & Corinne Bailey]
When you’re having fun, fun
Time flies, time flies, time flies
When you’re having fun (time flies)
Out the window (go, go, go)

[Hook: Rex Orange County]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Ohh-whoa

[Verse 1: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Boredom got a new best friend
(Boredom, boredom, best friend)
Cause boredom got a new best friend (oh, oh, oh)
Boredom got a new best friend
Na-na-na, na-na-na, oh-na-na-na
Oh oh oh

[Hook: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
(Find some time, oh)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom
Boy, my bedroom floor is a cereal burial, I’m serious
I ate ’em all, dry boxes, bodies, yeah I caught ’em
If we’re talkin’ ’bout real meals, ask my stomach, he ain’t saw ’em
I’ve been in this fuckin’ room so long
My eyeballs are turning to dry wall
My friends suck, fuck ’em, I’m over ’em
"Hi y’all, y’all ain’t hit me all day
What the fuck is the problem? Is it me?
‘Cause I’m not solved, I’m… bored."

[Hook: Rex Orange County & Anna of the North]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Oh)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Bored and getting desperate as hell
(Desperate, using, texting, amusing)
Cellular not amusing and I hope someone will
Message me with some plans that are amusing as well
Cause I haven’t seen the exit of these walls since before this morning
Morning, morning, morning, morning
(Morning, ohh, what the fuck?)
Got some cars I can handle but nowhere for performance
My stomach angry and yellin’, I need some food, I could order
But I hate eating solo
Need someone, we can loiter in parking lots
And sunsets at the border, yeah
Ringy dingy dong, I can’t be alone
I been starting to feel like I don’t know anyone
So now I’m staring at my ceiling fuckin’ going
Like I have no idea where I’m going
Tick tock
(Damn, gotta get outta here)

[Hook: Rex Orange County, Anna of the North and Tyler, the Creator]
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Hey, can y’all help me right quick?)
Find some time
Find some time to do something
Find some time
Find some time to do something
(Oh)

[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator & Anna of the North]
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Boredom got a new best friend
Cause boredom got a new best friend
Tick tock

[Outro: Rex Orange County]
Find some time, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Gotta find some time, find some time
Gonna find some, find some time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time, time
Time, time, time

[Shane Powers]
"Ride’s over, we got some tickets to see s-"

Tyler The Creator – I Ain’t Got Time! (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro: Shane Powers]
Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio!
(God I love this sample)
We’re going to dance
And exercise
And have some fun

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time

[Verse 1]
Boy, I need a Kleenex
How I got this far? Boy, I can’t believe it
That I got this car, so I take the scenic
Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix
First… happy birthday!
You bitch ass nigga, yup I’m thirsty
Them little shots that you threw, they ain’t hurt me
I ain’t fuck with you bitch ass in the first place

[Chorus]
I ain’t got time for these niggas
Better throw a watch at the boy
Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar
Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time for these bitches
Better throw a clock at these hoes
Have these hoes in this bitch looking for a waterhose
Who the fuck you talking to, motherfucker?
Boy, I ain’t got time

[Verse 2]
Nat Turner would be so proud of me
‘Cause all these motherfuckers got they style from me
I bet they all looking from the crowd at me
And if I ask them, they would bow at me
But you’re a house nigga, so you don’t know
How that shit go, with my big lips and my big nose
And my big dick and my short hair
‘Cause you already know how slow my shit grow

[Bridge]
(Hey)
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock

[Verse 3]
Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill
When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil’
Next line will have ’em like "Woah"
I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004
One me, two feet, three mmms
Four, five, six years ago sucked
Seven figure conversations with Converse finalized
‘Cause Vans fucked up
I’ma read commas, you gon’ leave comments
Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain’t did nada
You ain’t important
I’ma keep sporting
All smiles over here
Shout out to The Garden
(Tick tock)
(And that’s a fact boy!)
And I just handle all my business like a chess board
(Tick tock, tick, tock)
And at them Golf boys?
That’s my motherfucking set, boy
Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda
Walk weird ’cause my pockets look like thick Yoda
With a Skywalker, riding ’round solar
Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola
I’m getting neck from a broad like some big shoulders
Till I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster
Everything I say is hot, bitch I speak toaster
And I break orthodox like I eat kosher
Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of
Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa
What’s that thick odor?
Young Millie T
A young, focused black boy, oh silly me
(I ain’t got time!)

[Verse 4]
Better talk shit
‘Cause I’m either in my Cons or my Golf shit
Pants got a lil flood, nigga pipe down
I’m Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down
(Boy I ain’t got time!)
Yeah right now
‘Cause niggas dying every day and I ain’t light brown
And i-D ain’t wanna give a nigga no post
So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue
(Nigga I ain’t got time!)

[Outro]
Listen man, I’m that boy
All you little niggas clones
Boy I fill that void
You better kill that noise
Turn around and remap route
When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth
Bitch
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
Tick, Tock
"Fuck… Hello"

Tyler The Creator – 10 911 Mr. Lonely (feat. Anna Of The North, Frank Ocean & Steve Lacy) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

Part I: 911

[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me)
(Call me) How you doin’?
(Call me) My name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here’s my number
You can reach me, woo!

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
(Call me)
911, call me some time
(You should call me)
911, call me some time
911 (You should call me, oh)
911 (Call me)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin’ on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
Can’t see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
Sucks you can’t gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk, yeah, I got a sold out show
Crowd wild out but don’t matter ’cause you not front row
I’ve been lookin’ for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911

[Bridge: Steve Lacy, Anna of the North & Tyler, The Creator]
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line, you know I’ll answer (click)
Call me some time (ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Anna of the North]
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
911, (you should call me, oh)
911, (you should call me)

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the ‘burbs, ‘burbs, with the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days you gotta find time
Even the night line
Work line
Dial nine

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that don’t mean nothing, nothing
Nothin’, nothin’, without you shotgun in the passenger
I’m the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancing to throw ’em off
I’m gon’ run out of moves ’cause I can’t groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell ’em to call me at 911…

Part II: Mr. Lonely

[Intro: A$AP Rocky, ScHoolboy Q & Tyler, The Creator]
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old lonely ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Forreal, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something
I can’t even lie, I’ve been lonely as fuck
Old weird ass nigga
I can’t even lie, I’ve been
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

[Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
They say the loudest in the room is weak
That’s what they assume, but I disagree
I say the loudest in the room
Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (that’s me)
Attention seeker, public speaker
Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin’ lonely
Writin’ songs about these people
Who do not exist, he’s such a fuckin’ phony
One thing I know, is that I wanna
Win so bad, but I’m not Chicago
Heart is low, it’s real low, it’s so low
You can’t lift me up, I’m like Gallardo
From the start it’s been real dark
It’s been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh
I’m playin’ like Hasbro
I’m really Saari, call me Arto
Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
I know you sick of me talkin’ ’bout cars (skrrt)
But what the fuck else do you want from me?
That is the only thing keepin’ me company
Purchase some things until I’m annoyed
These items is fillin’ the void
Been fillin’ it for so long
I don’t even know if it’s shit I enjoy (ohh)
Current battle as an adult
My partner is a shadow
I need love, do you got some I could borrow?
Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow
But that never comes
Like a vasectomy, what have I done?
I got the talent, the face and the funds
Found myself long ago but I haven’t found someone (who)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)
The loneliest of them all (me)
Cupid actin’ stupid
Do you got another number I could call?
Never had a pet
I’ve never had a pet
There’s more fish in the sea
But I never had a goldfish to begin with
I never had a dog
So I’ve never been good with bitches
‘Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
I never had a pet, that’s where it stems from, I bet
Treat me like direct deposit
Check in on me sometime
Ask me how I’m really doin’
So I never have to press that 911

[Outro: Jasper]
Ohh! Damn! Damn!

Tyler The Creator – Droppin’ Seeds (feat. Lil Wayne) (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

Tyler The Creator – November (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Say some more, never want to talk about it
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah
Feel a way, woah

[Chorus]
Take me back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Verse 1]
What if Clancy fuckin’ me over?
What if ‘Who Dat Boy’ is rhetorical and this shit is over?
What if I’m hustling backwards?
What if my accountant ain’t payin’ my taxes?
Fillin’ his pockets and IRS show up asking me questions
I couldn’t answer ’cause I was too busy tryna make classics
Boy ain’t got no motherfucking classics
What if my music too weird for the masses?
And I’m only known for tweets more than beats or
All my day ones turn to three, fours ’cause of track seven
Fuck, what if I get stuck?
What if I got comfortable? I gotta keep it buck fifty
What if I lost it all and ended up back in Ladera
At them shitty apartments that’s across the Bank of America
Damn, I would be hurtin’
Writing all of these songs cause Wi-Fi wasn’t working
Last year in total, I put out two verses
But five-seven figures since then, life’s kinda perfect
Oh is it really? Oh is it really? Bitch you know the dealy
Really hilly willy tilly silly, hold that billy how I Milly Rock
When they can’t relate him, when they start to hate him
They don’t drive these cars so what’s their ultimatum?
Tell me, what’s your November? Is it a person?
Mine was the summer ’06, I remember the (*horn*)
What if I thought the brake was the gas? What if I crashed?
What if these deep thoughts was my last?
Let me pull over, quick!

[Chorus]
And drive back to November
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, cold water, cold water
Yeah, take me back to November, wassup
Can we go back to November?
Take me back to November
Hawaiian shirts in the Winter, deep thoughts, deep thoughts
Naw, take me back to November, wassup

[Interlude: scattered voices]
My November was those Odd Future Sundays, where we used to just skate all day
My November was performing with Lil Wayne
My November was awesome, I booked my first feature film
My November was when I was gifted this Getz and Gilberto album
My November was seeing Erykah Badu perform
My November was when my brother took me to first concert ever…
My November was summer 2015 when I fell in love with someone who fucked my whole world up, showed me life through a different
2014, Miami 43rd Street, every day was November

[Bridge]
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
I ain’t doin’ fine, lost my mothafuckin’ mind
Time travel back and help me find
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back to November, this I know
"My November is right now"

[Verse 2]
I wrote a song about you, I want your opinion
Opposite of my heart rate, it slows down at the ending
‘Cause the love I got for you has exceeded appearance, the lyrics are
Matter of fact, I’ma just call you, so you can hear it
If you do answer, I’ll play it to state facts
Although I already know the response you gon’ say back
At that point I’ll hang up, disappear and just stay back
And if you don’t I’ll leave a voicemail with the playback

[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
*beep*

Tyler The Creator – Glitter (Scum Fuck Flower Boy Album)

[Intro]
Da na na na na, da na na na na
Da na na na na, my baby
You’ve been on my mind (How ya feel?)
I’m losing my mind because
I hope that we can be more than just friends

[Chorus]
You light my firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
You’re the one that I needed in my life
You’re the one that I need to give my time

[Verse 1]
Ayo, mirror mirror on the wall, who the brightest of them all?
I never been the darkest one ’cause my self esteem is tall
So I never seen eye-to-eye with y’all niggas, ayo
Uno peso, never paid attention to what niggas gotta say-o
So I keep that buck, I ain’t give no fuck
They ain’t build me up so I block ’em like Lego
Feelin’ glitter, feelin’ good and great
Got the burner, got the heat, like wait
Got the shit, it’s all up on that hip
I’ll use it on myself on the day you dipped
Got that 45, 7 track, 8 for me
"Babydoll", I hope you agree
Because you light my

[Chorus]
Firework, I feel like glitter
And every time you come around, I feel like glitter
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I wanna give my life
(How you feel?) You’re the one that I needed in my life
‘Cause I love having you around (I love)
‘Cause I love having you around

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look at my face, look at that joy
This is one sided, yeah, I can’t lie
We ain’t gon’ work out, we a fat boy
Yeah, sumo, got it, memo
Your pale skin see-through, must be a window
‘Cause you ain’t an L, could be a DJ
‘Cause when I see you my heart beat changes tempo
Yeah, simple, that’s what I want but I can’t
That’s who you are but I ain’t (how ya feel?)
We can track 10 skiptrace, I’m caught in your quicksand, wait
Please don’t save me

[Bridge]
Ooooh
(Please don’t save me, yeah)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
(Scum Fuck Flower Boy)
How ya feel?
How ya feel?

[Outro]
We didn’t get your message, either because you were not speaking or because of a bad connection
Fuck

Meek Mill – Connect The Dots (feat. Yo Gotti & Rick Ross) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, Chasers, gang
Ayy

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Brand new Glock .40 with a ladder in that bitch (okay)
32 deep so it don’t matter who you get (no way)
All my niggas hittin’, it don’t matter who you with (okay)
We gon’ whack you if you tellin’, it don’t matter if you snitch
You done told on your homie, you a pussy (you a pussy)
In the kitchen with the Pyrex, baking cookies (cookin’ work)
Every time you see me out, I got it with me (Know I got it)
Bending through that Bentley truck, they couldn’t miss me
Bought his baby mama a Patek, now that nigga wanna kill me (oh man)
Yeah, bitch I’m talking fifty
If I stand up on my money they can’t never overlook me
White come straight from cross the border, you can never overcook it
This that raw, this that raw, bitch I ball like Chris Paul
I switch it to Blake Griffin, they gon’ blame that shit on y’all
Homie said that he a blood, we gon’ paint that shit on dog
Told my bro to bring his hit, we gon’ hang it on the wall
All my shooters trained to go, they’ve been waitin’ on my call
They’ve been waitin’ on that ring to pull that thing and chop it off
To knock you off, brrr

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Let’s talk about the trap, let’s talk about the streets (What’s up)
You looked up to Jordan we looked up to Meech (Meech)
Clean a nigga block, leave that bitch bleached (brrr)
Spend a half a quarter on a pair of sneaks (woah)
What type of boss is you, you gave your dawg a draco (draco, draco)
Real bosses put their dawgs on the payroll (payroll, payroll)
Drop Rolls Royce, that’s a don nigga (don nigga)
I got pocket seats, them bitches orange, nigga (Hermes)
We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the forum
Yeah, hit a button on that new don and watch it transform (transform)
Yeah, you been misinformed
Think you can disrespect the king and hate don’t come with harm
Quarter milly on the diamond chain, no charm
Milly Rockin’ in the kitchen, tryna make it form (fuck it up, fuck it up)
My religion get this money, Christian or Islam
And my tradition send the money soon they said it’s bond
And my lifestyle, don’t leave your house without your fucking gun
The goal to leave the hood but not forget where you from

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
All about the timing and I’m feeling so correct
Got all these diamonds, bitches say I seem possessed
You scared of violence so you gotta cut the check
We always styling so my niggas fresh to death
No need for wallets, ball that shit up in my fist
Get out the projects, that’s the first one on the list (mama)
Pack up your bags, mama your lil son is shit (mama)
We impeaching niggas, then we hit them with the bliff
Speaking in silence, it’s okay to talk in code
It’s still lil’ booty boys, and gotta shout the zoes
We one of one therefore I tailor-made the clothes
I got the don setted on D’s and the lows
Still fly commercial but I don’t do TV shows
Fucking a actress so she gotta play the role
You seein’ money, what you know, you see the most
Versace diners at a Donatella toast
Black in a ‘Vetty, got IG out, watchin’ post
They gave him life for living life, that boy was sauce
Who you fadin’, pussy boy, go get a body bag
Renzel records, with your Tina Turner contracts
Still war ready, never run with rats
Once again, the dope boys running rap

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Connect the dots
Connect the dots
Link with the connect and we collect them blocks (that white perico)
Running to a pussy and collect his watch
When we catch him, headshot, disconnect his top, ho!

Meek Mill – Fall Thru (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro]
Yeah
Sad to say it but I love you
Don’t take no offense but you’re my bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, you gone fall through every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 1]
Ass all fat say she get it from her mama
She just want the money, she ain’t fuckin’ with no bloggers
Fuck you on a PJ the whole way to the Bahamas
Gucci, Valentino, baby, I can be your stylist
Fuck me with your friend, yeah yeah, you was wildin’
1942 shots turn you to a monster
Thuggin’ like you 2Pac, you know that I got you
Love the way you ride it, move them hips like you Rihanna
I was supposed to hit, I was never s’pose to cuff you
Put you on my homie ’cause he say he wanna fuck you
When he asked me ’bout you, I just told him that I want you
But now its quiet for you, ’cause I told him that I loved you

[Chorus]
You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 2]
I was locked up, I remember when I hit you
Used to write me back every letter that I sent you
You wasn’t my girl but you used to pretend to
When I came home, let me beat it instrumental
Lame left you scarred so I had to reinvent you
If you was car, shit, you ride it like a Benz do
Wraith it with the stars, every time I come and get you
We be goin’ hard every time you on that Hen’ too
I was in the mix, actin’ like a savage
Got another bitch and you told me I could have it
I know you was sick so I doubled back to grab you
So anything you wish, yeah yeah, you can have it

[Chorus]
You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

[Verse 3]
Whoa, she just want a ride with a shotta, though
I’m an original don dada, though
Knock them all down like dominoes
Make me tell them other bitches, vamonos
Whoa, good gal, bad gal, small city, mad world
She just wanna shine, whoa
And last night was mad real, sunshades, advils, fuck you all the time

[Chorus]
You gone fall thru every time a nigga call you
That’s why I ball how I ball when I spoil you
We was in Miami, first time I saw you
I was in a Phantom when I pulled up on you
It was late nights, late nights in the bando
Fucking on you good got you bustin’ like you Rambo
If you keep it hood so you really understand though
You was there through my ups and downs like a camel

Meek Mill – Never Lose (feat. Lihtz Kamraz) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro: Lihtz Kamraz]
Raf Simmons on my shoes
I would never lose, I would never lose
(Infamous, infamous, infamous)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, huh

[Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz]
I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I’m real that’s in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I’m fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I’ve been through hell and back
Started off broke, lost it all, and I bring it back
Talking before the rap, on the corner, was selling crack
Where was the fuck you at? (Where?)
Make sure you tell ’em that (Tell ’em)
Left on your B-day, I said that I ain’t coming back
‘Cause you stay where them suckers at
I’m too real for that fake shit, you know I’m too real to fuck with that
I could never lose, went and bought some better jewels
Mansion on the hills, with the better views
They was never real, bet they bet I lose
Tell ’em how you feel
Niggas sleeping on me, tell ’em let ’em snooze
When we see them niggas, treat them like they fools
Ayo with the trigger with the half a moon
Everytime I look up, I be in the news
Talking ’bout some shit I probably didn’t do
All this controversy I’ve been through
It can never hurt me if it never murk me
Rest in piece to Snupe, Scooter, and Truz
Know the typa shit that I’m really into
I done put out lil Chino in a Benz too
I’m the motivation for them trenches too
Tell ’em bring up somethin’ that I didn’t do

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
Wins and them losses, turned us to bosses (Turned us to bosses)
Yeah, when them niggas started hated, man that’s when they lost us
Yeah, I seen their bitches switchin” sides soon as they cross us
Fuck ’em
But I never trip and I feel like that ball I’ma tourist (Love ’em)

[Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz]
I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I’m real that’s in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I’m fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yeah, they put my back to the wall
I done seen all this shit happen before
I can’t forget that I came from the bottom
But if I look back, I might happen to fall
Started out trapping, was packing that rock
We was trapping that raw
Thirty six [??] make it back like a boss
I seen they left, they all thought that I lost
Soon as I win, they all clapped and applaud
I seen my dawgs turned their backs, it was slow
I seen that bitch turn her back like a fraud
You turn your back, you can’t come back no more
Shown the real monster, just cuttin’ them off
Just when they thought, they was laughing at me
I was just sittin’ back laughin’ at y’all
From battlin’ with Reed to rapping with Ross
To packing famous bitches at the awards
Rags to riches on the tag of the car
[??] Wraith and gone’ grab me the dome
Flood the Patek, let it wrap around my arm
Lord, the [??] like we ready for war
And all of the energy, they gon’ remember me after I’m gone
Still while I’m here nigga, I’m puttin’ on
Roll with no fear, I just roll with the storm

[Chorus: Lihtz Kamraz]
I give a fuck what you feel like (You feel)
I’m real that’s in real life (Oh my)
Flood the rollie, tryna kill time (Kill)
Close your eyes and I will still shining (Shine)
My bitch tryna play me, she crazy (She crazy)
I’m fucking models on the daily (Ooh)
Anyway a nigga choose, I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose (Nah)
I will never lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will never lose (Yeah)
I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose
I will never lose
I will never lose, I will never lose

Meek Mill – Glow Up (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro]
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, lil’ fish, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we goin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I’m laughin’ to the bank
All new Blue Benny Franks
Pulled up on ’em in the tank, yeah
That guy just a rap guy
I’m so mad fly and he ain’t, ooh
Pussy left me baptised
Gave me head until I faint, woo
I was glowin’ up out Miami
They all cornballs, they can’t stand me
I finesse her out them panties
I hit raw dog, get a Plan B, hoe
Takbar, that my bro, bro
Old school, that my woah, woah
She fuck me on the low, low
Got her on strings, yoyo
She post up for MCM and we like, "That nigga Jojo"
When we out and we see him he always ask for photos

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we glowin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ate that pussy she lucky (Lucky)
I don’t fuck her she fuck me (fuck me)
5 mil’ cash and tuck it, ooh
Big racks on me buzzin’
I walk up in Neimans, spend 10K just like it’s nothin’
I hang with the demons, they don’t play by me, we cuttin’
Woo, I was coolin’ out Atlanta
Mix the codeine with the Fanta
Off them Perccy’s, I got stamina
I go monkey off that banana, hoe
Get a bad bitch, she gon’ do just what I say
Pull up on her, fast as Uber in that Wraith
She so bad but she say put it on her face
I feel guilty, I might as well just plead my case, hey

[Pre-Chorus]
I say, lord be my saviour
When it come to gettin’ this paper
Please protect me from my haters
Just save me and I won’t save her
Say Amen (Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen)
Yeah, they’re fuckboys and they can’t win
(Can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win, can’t win)
Check, check, check, check

[Chorus]
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
We in this bitch and we glowin’ up
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
She dirty, love my personna
Glowin’ up, glowin’ up, glowin’ up
Remember those feds was on us
We used to trap out them Hondas
Now we pull up in the foreigns
Glow up, glow up
Walk in, show up
Smoke one, roll up
Bad bitch, hold up
Glow up, glow up
Trap boys, don’t touch
We strapped, slow up
Glow up, glow up

Meek Mill – Young Black America (feat. The-Dream) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report us
Black man kill a white man, they gon’ start a war up
Mama she was sour, sippin’ on the Absolut
Young niggas brainwashed, they just wanna rap and hoop
Could’ve been a lawyer until they came and shackled you
Felons on your records so them jobs ain’t gettin’ back at you
Them kids ain’t eat yet, so you can’t even sleep yet
That’s the only thing we ever saw, we repeat that
They was playing ball, fouled him hard, said I’d be back
Broad day, threw his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his momma relapse
Damn, they don’t understand
Comin’ from the bottom, it’s so hard to make a plan
Know them kids beefin’, they let it get out of hand
OGs never told us nothin’ in advance
Young niggas killing young niggas, shit is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don’t wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration on his head
Screamin’ Insha’Allah that he don’t make it to the feds
Caught up in the system, visit from his sister
Talkin’ ’bout all these niggas, how they ain’t even with him
Said they would ride or die, but it ain’t even in ’em
Always postin’ on the ‘Gram, but hey ain’t sendin’ pictures
Never answer when you call, but answer for them bitches
Got you thinking twice, damn I should’ve been a witness
Dismantle my business, just telling my story
All guns, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the ’40s, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain’t get us no presents
Only made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin’ in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He dropped outta school, then he got arrested
Lord with a blessing, I just hope he learned his lesson
They told us, if we go to jail, we would be respected
They told us, if we make a sale, we would run a check in
Threw a rock out in that field, and got intercepted
He stumbled, he fumbled, y’all niggas just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don’t love you

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
Young black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
Fall to the paradigm, (na na)
Occupied on that Marilyn, (na na)
The prophecies of the wild nigga, no church
My uncles said stop bitching nigga, no skirts
It’s kinda crazy there’s another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin’ up in that Rolls
Pullin’ up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by the Bible code
The destruction, the hate
The obstruction of my faith
My prayers, my faith
Will never be the same

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America
Young black America

Meek Mill – Open (feat. Verse Simmonds) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 1: Meek Mil]
Yeah, fucking you like I just got out the pen
I got you open like I got the pin
Fly out the city and I’ll fly you in
Girl, yeah, she bought her homie and I got a friend
She throw it back, dirty whining again
Instant replay, I rewind it again
Shawty bust it open, lay it down
Had to brush up on it, tell her say it now
Niggas hatin’ on me, throwin’ shade now
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money and I’m paid now
Had to run it up, on my way now
Only jealous ’cause them niggas lay it down
Got her in a Maybach with her pants down
Put the curtains up and put your head down
Do a headstand, put your ass up
If the pussy good, I get a cash out
If you fucking with me, better answer
Balling in the city like I’m a Raptor
She be only fucking with the trappers
Know the hatin’ shit ain’t gettin’ past us
‘Cause you only told her that I only want to hit it
Preachin’ to the choir, you the baddest (Ohh)

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 2: Verse Simmonds]
Shawty, keep it open like what’s happenin [??]
We might make a scene and shoot that movie wherever
I’m gonna write my name on my tongue, tongue, tongue
All over your body, yeah I know what you want
Keeps them legs up in the air
All this room in the Panemera, girl, that’s enough for me
I know we just did it, like do it again, girl, that wasn’t enough for me
All these tender kisses, all the way, girl
Then I put them kisses below your waistline
You know I don’t play around
Do you better than the last time
Going it like Curry from the baseline
Triple up and dip it low, lay it down
Hit it like I just got out of facetime
Got her thanking mama for that ass now
Got her thanking daddy ’cause you classy
Got her thanking mouth ’cause you nasty

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lil’ fish talk (Ah ha ha)
Ah, told her that I would protect her
Went to the jeweler, Patek’d her
Patek Phillipe, she grabbing it deep
She caught it like OD Beckham, pause
Had it, but she never let ’em, ah
Hit it ’cause I do it better, ah
I’m in here, changing the weather, ah
Level up, change for the better, ah
Fuck around and be on TMZ
Paparazzi popping when you be with me
I be flexin’ on ’em like it’s GNC see
Got that bomb, bomb, call you T.N.T
Only pom-poms when the wall in
Talking bron-bron when I hit the three
Got you open when we coastin’
Talking wraith talk when we rolling like

[Chorus:Verse Simmonds]
Baby, just open, like I got the password to your heart
Got you wide open
You can open wide, you can take it off
Open, open, baby just open
Can you keep it open?

Meek Mill – Ball Player (feat. Quavo) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Yeah, fuck up a check (fuck it up)
I might go flood the Patek
I’m at the jeweler, 200 in cash
I tell that nigga to bust at my neck
I’m with your bitch and she bustin’ it down
Bustin’ it open, we bustin’ at necks
I let it go when I bust in her mouth
She come in the kitchen, you love her to death (ew)
Kickin’ that shit like Bruce Lee
Zone, zone, zone, no 2, 3
I won’t fuck her shoes cheap
Stacking that paper like loose leaf
Pull up in the hood, we too deep
Big Maybach, like ‘scuse me
My friends they like uzis
I don’t play with no goofy’s
Hell no!

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pickin’ up dope with the U-Haul (dope)
Wrist cold like Utah (burr)
Waterboy, foosball (water)
Waterboy, foosball (water, let’s go)
I bet you niggas can’t re-up (no)
Swimmin’ in dope with my knees up (dope)
Migo gang, streets need us
DreamChasers, streets need us
Put that pot in that stove, watch it come back yay
Keep your eye on that road, when you’re pushin’ yay
At your precinct for my assassin
Tell my shooters, "Do ’em nasty"
No witness, no evidence (no evidence)
Put ’em all in a casket

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But their brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
Wanna drink the white medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Gang, gang, gang!
Sipping [?] through the Fedex
Price up and down like its NASDAQ

[Chorus: Quavo]
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell
Pulled off in an Aston
Ten hoes in a mansion
Only two of ’em natural, other eight all plastic
They don’t wanna go to college
But the brain intelligent
Make me wanna do the Heisman
When I drink the right medicine
Ball player, ball player
Crib in the Himalayas
Put my bitch in the streets
You put your bitch on the shelves
Big weight, fish scales
Blue bird in the mail
Feelin’ like Blue’s Clues
Here come the mail, I wanna yell

Meek Mill – Made It From Nothing (feat. Teyana Taylor & Rick Ross) (Wins & Losses Album)

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothing
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothing

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, it North Philly in my bloodstream, nigga
South Philly from my dad genes, nigga
I can wear my dad jeans
Bought my mom and sister a new crib when that cash came, nigga
Put some respect up on my last name
No better feelin’ than seeing my cousin serve his last fiend
No better feelin’ seein’ lil Papi talkin French to me
All this money, these pussies will never get to me
Why you think you never hear ’bout what they did to me?
Hunnid bands, quarter milli, talking big money
I’m what you did and nobody stopping shit, homie
‘Cause honestly we give a fuck ’bout your big homie
Fuck it, posted in the Jungle with a ladder
How can they compare me to a rapper?
Did it for attention ’cause he had to
Niggas broke, their opinions never mattered
Fuck ’em!

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I know you thought I wouldn’t shine like this
They know I took my time with the shit
Diamonds on my neck, I’m blogging with the wrist
Hey, it feels good when you make it from nothin’
I grind like this
So I can shine like this
Them diamonds on my wrist
It feels good when you make it from nothin’

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I always need a prayer before we do the toast
My circle competitive, let’s see who move the most
I gave my niggas game before they do the roast
Now let’s talk about numbers, I really do ’em both
I still got two real uncles who still be doing dope
One of them used to run wit a freaky stokes
So many new faces sometimes I do get ghosts
Still one call away from ones who really knew me most
Stand in my lane, out of the uzi smoke
You only beating cases based on who you know
Public defender gave him a funeral
Juvenile sent to Rikers, he never knew the rules
[?] religions, he don’t know who to choose
Let’s bow our head over these Ramen noodles
God is the greatest and I pray for peace
Still rolling up that leaf, Mr. Drew Ali, I salute you

[Outro: Teyana Taylor]
Damn, it feels good from way up here
Damn, it feels good, baby
Yeah, from way up here
I just want the money, baby, yeah
Hey, what they want from me, baby
And we still want it, baby
Money is coming, we still run dough
Niggas run up but we never lay low
Niggas kept it real so we never lay low
Never lay low
Running through the money, going way up
Money on the wheel, go way up
The doors on the coupe go way up
It’s so easy to hate us
Niggas in the club spilling Aces of Spades
Popping on the bub’ and they love a check
Niggas going somewhere, I’ma make it
If you ain’t got my money I’ma take that
They probably thought a nigga wouldn’t shine like this
Got deals so I signed like this
Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist
Hey, yeah
I’ma change my mind on you
You know how we do
I’m eating lobster on a plate now

Meek Mill – Price (Wins & Losses Album)

[Intro]
Shit, ever since I got money
I ain’t been happy like I used to
They say, "You got pay the cost to be a boss"
Check this
When you the nigga with the money
Somebody go to jail, you gotta pay they bail
Somebody die, they gon’ turn to you for the funeral
But I just be thinking like, "When I’m gon’ be able gon’ able to turn to somebody, shit"
Bosses got feelings too
I done did shit for niggas a thousand times
Told ’em no one time and watch ’em talk about me crazy, run and bite my back out
But I still stood tall

[Hook]
Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, ’cause I know I’m gon’ be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you’re broke
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

[Verse 1]
This the price of having money
And the price of being great
Had to cut a couple homies
Never heard them tell me thanks
I’ve been washing all my problems
With these perks and all this drank
All that shit just made me tank
Had me drawn let me paint
4 in the morning 88
Graveyard shiftin’ it
A dollar to my name and I remembered it
A niggas said I owe ’em. How?
That shit the sound ridiculous
Tell a nigga "No", and they gon’ show you who they really is
Trappin’ since little kid, did a little bid, but I bounced back like the bullet did when it ricocheted, hit the little kid
This what it is, when the ice cream truck come through
Ain’t have a dollar, that shit just made me to a boss
Word to my father, woah

[Hook]
Uh, when you sitting at the top and you think you seen it all
Caught up with your dreams with nobody else to call
With tears up on my face, ’cause I know I’m gon’ be straight
Had to cut a couple homies
Had to learn from my mistakes
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you break
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ain’t no price on the money
Ain’t no price in the Lord
I got outta the system, I jumped right on the Forbes
When I got out the ghetto, I jumped right on the tour
When I stunt on that Instagram, I’m just showing them more
I’m just showing them better see how to make it through any weather
Back when I said I would make it they was telling me never
Only get one chance better take it, only one shot, boy, you betta
How you survive in the jungle
He be movin’ so clever
I’m talkin’ Tony Baretta to make it back to my son
Talkin’ crab in the barrel, they pull you back where I’m from
That’s why we loadin’ extendos up in the back of the gun
Posted up on that corner see the paddy wagon, we run, whoa

[Hook]
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love you when you’re break
This the price of being great
This the price of being great
Oh, this the price of being great
They hate you when you’re winning
But they love it when you when you break
This the price of being great

Burt Bacharach – I’ll Never Fall In Love Again lyrics

What do you get when you fall in love?
A guy with a pin to burst your bubble
That’s what you get for all your trouble
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again

What do you get when you kiss a guy
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, he’ll never phone ya
I’ll never fall in love again
I’ll never fall in love again

Don’t tell me what it’s all about
’cause I’ve been there and I’m glad I’m out
Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you

What do you get when you give your heart you get it all broken up and battered
That’s what you get, a heart that’s shattered, I’ll never fall in love again

Out of those chains those chains that bind you
That is why I’m here to remind you

What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
I’ll never fall in love a- gain
I’ll never fall in love a- gain

Puya – Fake lyrics

Un buen traje y tambi閚 maquillaje
Una sonrisa de anuncio de colgate
Esa mirada que del cine sacaste
Y en tu mente la cuenta de cuantos tipos ya tumbaste
Siempre con los que esten m醩 cool
Con ese grupito tan c韓ico como tu
Tacos altos y perfume del caro
A ver quien cae hoy a quien le tumbas los chavos

Por el otro lao’ viene bien recortao’
Bien a la moda y tambi閚 entelao’
Con carita que no quiere la cosa
Mirando por encima pa’ ver como posa
Un pendejo con guille de playboy
En su espejo dice que bueno estoy
Con su carro la encanta salir
Es el mamito tremendo figur韓

Another Day – To put up your act
One more break – Give me a break
Another day – To put up your act
One more break – To be a fake

Lo tuyo es una cuesti髇 de apariencia
Malditos esclavos de una transforme experiencia
Malditos esclavos de una enferma ciencia
Que nos quito la 鷏tima gota de escencia
Sale el sol, sonr韊 y nos reta
Quien ser醩 hoy, cual serhoy tu careta
Intelectual, casual, formal o sensual
Oye, que clase de marioneta

En este teatro el bravito es el que miente
Un gran miedo a que no te acepten
Ir髇ico si somos todos universos
Si olvidemos lo supestamente cierto
Una esquema dif韈il de romper
Felicidad a base de papel
Una tarjeta para pertenecer
Una vida sin poder ser…

Another Day – To put up your act
One more break – Give me a break
Another day – To put up your act
One more break – To be a fake

Another Day – To put up your act
One more break – Give me a break
Another day – To put up your act
One more break – To be a fake

Los adoquines, alg鷑 d韆 no existiran
Y yo los piso ahora y me lo gozo to’
… ‘cendiel carro