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Khalid – Young Dumb & Broke (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

So you’re still thinking of me
Just like I know you should
I can not give you everything, you know I wish I could
I’m so high at the moment
I’m so caught up in this
Yeah, we’re just young, dumb and broke
But we still got love to give

While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

We have so much in common
We argue all the time
You always say I’m wrong
I’m pretty sure I’m right
What’s fun about commitment?
When we have our life to live
Yeah, we’re just young dumb and broke
But we still got love to give

While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

Jump and we think, leave it all in the game of love
Love
Run into sin, do it all in the name of fun
Fun
Whoa-oa-oa
I’m so high at the moment
I’m so caught up in this
Yeah, we’re just young, dumb and broke
But we still got love to give

While we’re young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb
Young, young dumb and broke
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids
Yadadadadadadada
Yadadadadadada
Yadadadadadadada
Young dumb broke high school kids

Lil Xan – Xanarchy

[Chorus]
What? Ayy
Movin’ Xan n’ dope, ayy, what? (Xanarchy, huh)
Movin’ silent tho’
Yeah, ayy, ah-uhh, haha, fuck it, yah (yuh, brr-brr)
You are now listening to a Bobby Johnson beat
Ayy, ayy, ayy (shout-out Bobby Johnson, bitch)

[Verse 1]
What? Movin’ silent doe, yeah (huh, what)
Ayy, I ain’t got no hoe (no, what)
Ayy, snakes this silence tho’ (brr, brr, brr)
Ayy, silence on my heater (brr, brr, brr)
Yo’ bitch in my two seater, hah (brr, brr, brr)
Ayy, ayy, yo’ team need’a new leader (ayy, and I’m..)
Ayy, I just poured a four in my two liter (brr, uh, skrrt)
She call me, a daydreamer, what?
Rollin’ in the beamer ’bout to beam ’em in the beamer, yeah
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Cream soda pour my lean, yeah (what, what, what, what)
It ain’t even a thing, yeah
Carried late, got all these baby things, yeah (pew, pew)
Talk shit, haha, ayy (pew, pew)
Why your girl masturbate to my lyrics? (brr, brr-brr)
Lemme transmit my lingo
Ayy, diamonds wind up Finding Nemo
Limousine got the bean
No diamond ring for my t’ing, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
Only for my team, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew)
No strings attack, ayy, ayy, none of things.. ayy-yah
Got the girls attached
Gold neck, roll in, come to me, ha
Leave it, throw on the roof (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Uh, ayy, drop-top Lexus
Checkin’ out bae on my checklist
Yeah, I’m with the Misfits, big booty, big bitch, hah (brr)
Ayy, big booty, big bitch ayy, yeah (brr)
Big mounds of money, yah
Foul dirty words, rip a J around
Shot fired from the ground, yah
My beamer’s lurkin’, talkin’ ’bout some searchin’ (out the boof)
Never lose inertia, yuh, ayy, haha-ayy (out the boof)
Yeah, your bitch, she a virgin yuh-hah, ayy
Ayy, yo’ bitch she a vir…ah..uh (pew-pew, brr, ayy, what)
Another dead president
Smirk and you got evidence (ayy)
Now you need new residence, ayy, ayy (what)
Guess what?

[Outro]
Lil Xan fuck yo’ bitch, yeah
Lil Xan, wait, I fuck yo’ bitch
Out the boof
Bitch, I’m out the muthafucking boof, bitch
Xanarchy
Bitch, Xanarchy gang, bitch
We out here
Ayy, join the wave, bitch
I wan’ kill myself, bih’

Lupe Fiasco – All While Doing A Rubik’s Cube One-Handed

[Intro]
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
Protect Lil B, at all costs, namsayin’

[Verse 1]
Last club, left the bathtub
Like a flash flood baptism
Caps sizzle packs in the van
That’s thizzle as Mac Drizzle
Deal is half pickle
Jammed as bad pistols
The poorly dressed
The correlated, the laureates
No relation unless it’s coronated to coronets
As well, Oswald Cobblepot, Alpo
How so?
Pepperpot love a heartless man in a letter that’s penned to Gwyneth Paltrow
The ends justify the outro
Black hue, Hugh Heffner to the heifers
The boy cow’s a gaucho
L’Oreal, story tales
Rush blush on the rough cuts of the [?]
You are not the cannon fodder, relax
Catch me outside, how ’bout dat
Trust all the Einsteins if you want the facts
Fuck Harvey Weinstein if you want to act
White people having serious brand issues, can’t kiss you
Behind the scenes, fuckin’ us from the back
Got too comfortable with Barack
Now uncle Trump’s making me feel so un-wonderful with the hat
Who watchin’ you by the cap
Make America great again
I just don’t to wait at these great American gates again
Patiently staying in place for 3 hours for a rollercoaster is ridiculous
Well isn’t it?
Protect Lil B and all lowercase betas
To overtake the haters
To motivate the saviors
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Lil B]
It’s all love, I don’t promote violence, I’m never with the violence. So I love them and it’s all good, you feel me? I’m still here, I got jumped by like 10 mothafuckas, you know what I’m sayin? Been by myself. It’s all love though, like I said, it’s all love

Morrissey – I Wish You Lonely (Lyric Video)

I wish you lonely
If only for one day
So that you might see routine for me
Since the day I was born, born
Think of yourself only
Of everything you demand
You want and you need
And to hell
To hell with everybody else, everybody else

Turn the key slowly
Remember how I can’t sleep
Or if ever I do, an earthquake
An earthquake couldn’t agitate, couldn’t agitate

Tombs full of fools who gave their life upon command
Of monarchy, oligarch, head of state, potentate
And now never coming back, never coming back
Tombs are full of fools who gave their life upon command
Of Romance gone wrong
The same old glue and never coming true, never true
Tombs are full of fools who gave their life upon command
Oh heroin, heroin, heroin, heroin, heroin
And never coming back, never coming back

I wish you lonely
Like the last tracked humpback whale
Chased by gunships from Bergen
But never giving in, never giving in

Moses Sumney – Plastic (On Later… With Jools Holland, BBC Two) (Live)

[Verse]
I know what it is to be broken and be bold
Tell you that my silver is gold
Though we’re much too old for make believe
And I know what it’s like to behold and not be held
Funny how a stomach unfed
Seems satisfied ’cause it’s swell and swollen
And you caught me
Shootin’ cross the sky like a star
But nobody told me
To never let it get too far
You see my silhouette, so you’re standing scared of me
Can I tell you a secret?

[Hook]
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic
My wings are made of plastic, my wings are made of plastic

[Outro]
My wings are made up
And so am I

Tommy Genesis – Tommy (Uncensored)

[Chorus]
She want a picture with Tommy
You know she come from the country
She drive a Ford, Tommy
She can’t afford Tommy
You paid the bill like you want me
You fly me out like you found me
Can’t find another girl, Tommy
Can’t find another girl, Tommy

[Verse 1]
She wanna know who’s Tommy
Who’s this girl Tommy?
She wanna know who’s Tommy
All these bitches get off me
Nobody fuck with Tommy
Nobody’s high like Tommy
Nobody rock like Tommy
All these bitches get off me
You know I wear that Hilfiger
You know I stare when you with her
You know she hit me, admit it
You know she did me, admit it
I got a gun, Tommy
Models, they run from me
I don’t need you, nah
I don’t need you, nah
This is my song, Tommy
Who made the beat, Charlie
What do you want on me?
What do you need, Tommy?

[Hook]
We got a movement like baby
We in this church, save me
I do not fuck with you, maybe
I don’t know who you are lately

[Post-Hook]
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy

[Hook]
We got a movement like baby
We in this church, save me
I do not fuck with you, maybe
I don’t know who you are lately
We got a moment like baby
We in this church, I save me
I do not fuck with you, maybe
I don’t know who you are lately

[Verse 2]
She change her name, Tommy
She got no game, mami
She look the same, she look the same
She changed her name, Tommy
She got new game
She look the same, she look the same
Why, do you think I’m weak?
Why, why do you turn the cheek?
Why, why do you follow me?
But boy, can you swallow me?

[Chorus]
She want a picture with Tommy
You know she come from the country
She drive a Ford, Tommy
She can’t afford Tommy
You paid the bill like you want me
You fly me out like you found me
Can’t find another girl, Tommy
Can’t find another girl, Tommy

[Outro]
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy

Crooked I – Truth (Why U Mad) (feat. Royce 5’9″)

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
"I gave you niggas the truth, huh? Huh?"
"And what’d you do with it?"
You ignored it and bought a bunch of fairy tales, huh? (uh, uh)
You niggas losing it
I coulda’ did it for the mainstream (uh, uh)
Nah, I wasn’t cool with it
Truthfully, I never thought I’d rap like Common Sense
But I woke up my people, been rapping like Common since
The hood is moving different than you envisioned
Consumerism’s the new religion
There’s fewer Christians and fewer Bishops reading them Jewish scriptures
A slew of bitches with shoe addictions and niggas who truly risking it all for the coupe if the roof is missing
On a foolish mission
What if I told you I knew the system wanted the future spending their youth in prison
"Who would listen?"
No time to listen to dudes who spittin’, while music’s missing
[?]
But you was trippin’, because your jewels have nothing to do with wisdom
You stupid, ludicrous, nigga
You’s a victim (Amen)
We lost souls, put that on the bible
Sell us some Jordan’s
We’ll be ignoring distorting on what’s important
Even though there’s been a war on the poor
Before they was recording, Jordan scoring titles
Me and your survival was more than vital
They say my people are like Jelly Beans
Wait!
Because nobody like the black ones
Unless it’s our culture, then they like everything
Wait!
"I tell the truth, I get attacked, huh?"

[Chorus]
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
You gon’ get a lotta’ people mad, you speakin’ lotta’ truth
Oh you mad ’cause I’m stylin’ on you

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Tell the truth, "nigga, who the best in this industry?"
If it ain’t Crooked, Kendrick and Cole, bitch, then it’s me
You only acting tough ’cause you sniffing coke and sippin’ Hennessy
I click triggers re-lentlessly
I kill rich niggas instantly
While I’m here I’m fucking all your little bitches
All I said to that little thot, was "hello" back
Marshall called me the best out, I called him the "kettle black"
I’m like Nas, I’m about the check
My cars is parked in an underground garage like Das EFX
I’m about the deposits like I’m in debt, ‘cept I’m not in debt
I move in silence and I don’t move inside it, unless I’m protected like contracepts
I’m a Contra-vet
Thought you got me my [?] was wet
God just wept
I’m the flyest yet
I’m disguised as Ness
Your brides is [?], but your [?]
I left my deposit slip on the Gaza strip, while I was checking my connect
Yes!
I confess
I don’t rap for checks
I rap to kill rappers and for my respect
I shall let this nine go pyrotech’
Lies gon’ catch up and guys get lied to rest
I confess, shit don’t go right, then I go left
We not friends, do not flinch like Tourette’s
I’m on yo’ head!
Like berets
I’ma show up where you did your show last
That’s gon’ be yo’ ass
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ ave
I don’t get you there, I come to yo’ lab
Show up frontin’ like I’m drunk with the MO-AB
I’m a seasoned Slaughter House general, ya’ll the beginners bro
If I’m starving you know I target your dinner bowl
I’m a part of an augmented envision in God’s image
Part of a team that brings all the women
When I’m stepping wherever, they got to check the weather
When I’m summoning, summer bring autumn winters
I’m too up to understand what under means
Anytime I’m coming it’s humbling to all contenders
Male or female, we can bet your budget
I got asked in a interview, "where did I think I would be if I wasn’t in this bitch being the best who does it?"
That’s easy, I be somewhere else, being the best who does it

The Soup Dragons – I’m Free

Don’t be afraid of your freedom
Freedom

I’m free to do what I want any old time
I said I’m free to do what I want any old time

I say love me, hold me
Love me, hold me
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time
And I’m free to be who I choose any old time

I say love me, hold me
Love me, hold me
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want
To be what I want any old time
And I’m free to be who I choose
To get my booze any old time

I say love me (love me forever)
Hold me (and love will never die)
Love me, hold me
‘Cause I’m free

Do you hear what I say
These are the words me hear from my grandaddy, come on
These are the words me hear from my grandaddy
Who say nothing in this world like when a man know he free
Free from the lackamissa (?)
Free from the dee (?)
Free like a butterfly
Free like a bee
These are the words me hear from my grandaddy
Said it’s nice to be free, nice to be free
Free from the lackamissa (?)
Free from the dee (?)
Don’t be afraid of your freedom

‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time (I’m a new creation)
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want any old time
(Don’t be afraid of your freedom)
‘Cause I’m free to do what I want
To be what I want any old time
I said I’m free to be who I choose
To get my booze any old time

Paloma Faith – Guilty lyrics

I’ve been a criminal, I made a mistake
Believed in the fictional
Then let everything slip away
I can’t accept my faith
Thought the alternative looked so crystal clear
Drowned in the muddy waters
And I’m living in my worst fears
Begging you back through tears

MO – Roots lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Verse 1]
You heard the news, sweet child
I slaughtered all them swans
I left it burnin’
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a [?]
And I was weak for a while
Never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitchhiked for New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Verse 2]
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad we are runnin’ wild
I’m gonna ride and
Get off at New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Refrain]
I [?] another way
[?] another way
We should stay [?]

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Outro]
Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my roots?

MO – BB lyrics

[Intro]
Riot gal!
Hey

[Verse 1]
Who’s your lover with nothing to hide?
Don’t like me, a sinner in disguise
I wrote love songs about you long before
I even met you, now here I am at your door

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but baby, I’ll be fine
Some things are better left behind

[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to

[Verse 2]
All I ever wanted was to keep you, baby
Let me stay with you one last night and I’ll promise you that I’ll
I’ll go for a swim with my sisters and sisters
And I’ll be better for a while
(Better)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but as time goes by
Some things are much better left behind

[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be in love with you
Even though you don’t want me to

[Bridge]
(Riot gal!)
(Hey!)
(Riot gal!)
(Hey! Hey, hey!)
All the time
I’m thinking ’bout all the things we had
Oh, but, baby, I’ll be fine
Some things are much better left behind

[Chorus]
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be your riot gal
Even though you don’t want me to
Baby, I will always
I will always love you
Baby, I will always
Be in love with you
Even though you don’t want me to

[Outro]
Now your eyes look strange
And the sky looks strange
Even the streets look strange
And these times in life, oh
They never really change, no

MO – Run Away lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hold my head high
So I won’t see what is comin’ underneath
Baby pelican
I got no wings so I’m walkin’ in the sand
Thoughtful into the night
Thoughtful into the night

[Chorus]
One day I will run away, run away
Do not grieve, baby ‘cause I will not
Oh, my darlin’
Someday I will run away, run away
And realize that they were always wrong
I wander on and I will never come back

[Verse 2]
I’ve seen them shakes
Their bodies throw, it’s a rollercoaster
I don’t know better, no
But my will is on the wait for the snow to fall
Gently in the night, gently in the night

[Chorus]
One day I will run away, run away
Do not grieve, baby ‘cause I will not
Oh, my darlin’
Someday I will run away, run away
And realize that they were always wrong
I wander on and
One day I will run away, run away
Do not grieve, baby ‘cause I will not
Oh, my darlin’
Someday I will run away, run away
And realize that they were always wrong
I wander on and I will never come back

[Outro]
Trust me, baby star
These things you know in your heart
You go, you go and you will lose
You lose so much, but keep up
Trust me, baby star
These things you know
Don’t you ever go cheat on your heart
Ooh, if it leaves you
You’ll be lost in the dark

MO – Linking With You lyrics

[Verse 1]
On my own
Pretending that I’m not at home
Act like I don’t check my phone
Every time I get a minute
I’m checkin’ for it to become Friday
Don’t wanna seem overexcited
I wanna play the game as you like it
Be the one to take it easy

[Chorus]
But you don’t know that
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
Is dream about linking with you
Oh!

[Drop]
Oh!
(Oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 2]
Another day
Your face is so in my way
I’m thinkin’ about what to say (yeah)
When I see you in the weekend (oh, oh)
And if the world’s interchanging
I wouldn’t know ’cause I’ve just been waiting
For you to give me some attention (hey, hey)
Man, I thought that I was special

[Chorus]
Don’t you know that
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
Is dream about linking with you
Oh!

[Drop]
Oh!
Oh, oh, oh
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
Is sit around dreamin’ ’bout you

[Bridge]
(I can’t come out to play)
(I’ll be on my phone all day)
(I can’t come out to play)
(I’ll be on my phone all day)
(Scrolling all my time away)
Thinkin’ about what to say
(I can’t come out to play)
Thinkin’ about what to say
(I’ll be on my phone all day)
Think about what to say
(I can’t come out to play)
(I’ll be on my phone all day)
(Scrolling all my time away)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Thinkin’ about what to say
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
Is sit around dreamin’ ’bout you
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
All that I do
(All that I do)
Is dream about linking with you

[Outro]
(I can’t come out to play)
(I’ll be on my phone all day)
(I can’t come out to play)
(I’ll be on my phone all day)
(Scrolling all my time away)
Thinkin’ about what to say

MO – Turn My Heart To Stone lyrics

[Verse 1]
Where were you, babe, when I needed you?
All of your sh*t’s lying on the floor
Like you were just here, but you never were here
No, but you were not here
I’ve always been weak for your every move
Have a weird thing for the likes of you
Loves me so good, but it does me no good
No, it does me no good

[Pre-Chorus]
I wish I could turn my heart to stone
I would be better off alone
I wish I could turn my, wish I could turn my
Wish I could let you go

[Chorus]
(Let you go)
I don’t really wanna talk about it
(Let you go)
I don’t really wanna talk about it
(Let you go)
So pull me closer to the fireplace
Push it, push it, push it (Oh)
(Let you go)
I don’t really wanna talk about it
(Let you go)
I don’t really wanna tell you the truth
(Let you go)
So pull me closer to the fire, oh, yeah
Wish I could turn my heart to stone
(Let you go fly back out the window)
(Let you go fly back out the window)

[Verse 2]
You’re always gone bettin’ on your race
While I’m makin’ love to the interspace
What’s that on your texture?
I’m seein’ red now, I’m seein’ red
Where were you, babe, when I needed love?
Thought she will stay with you when I’m gone
The higher you fly, yeah, higher your fly
The harder you fall

[Pre-Chorus]
I wish I could turn my heart to stone
I would be better off alone
I wish I could turn my, wish I could turn my
Wish I could let you go

[Chorus]
(Let you go)
I don’t really wanna talk about it
(Let you go)
I don’t really wanna talk about it
(Let you go)
So pull me closer to the fireplace
Push it, push it, push it (Oh)
(Let you go)
I don’t really wanna talk about it
(Let you go)
I don’t really wanna tell you the truth
(Let you go)
So pull me closer to the fire, oh, yeah
Wish I could turn my heart to stone
(Let you go fly back out the window)
(Let you go fly back out the window)

[Outro]
Wish I could turn my heart to stone

MO – When I Was Young lyrics

[Verse 1]
When the sky was gold
And I needed no protection
But as the wind will blow
A thousand miles in no direction
Man, it was a beautiful sight
Days were soaked in sunlight
Just so long ago
That lately all I do imagine

[Chorus]
When I was young
Whatever happened
I went through it all
As long as I could sing my favorite song
When I was young, oh
And the holidays went on and on
We were so high
Let the freeway take us into the night
And in the dark you sang my favorite song
When I was young, oh
And the holidays went on and on
And on, and on, and on
When I was young
(Woo!)

[Verse 2]
Now the sky is gray
But honestly, it doesn’t hurt me (No)
Learned to find my way
On the path and no returnin’, oh, oh
Everything I’ve left behind
On my mind every time I’d meet your eyes
We were so bold and brave
Baby, can you imagine?

[Chorus]
When I was young
Whatever happened
I went through it all
As long as I could sing my favorite song
When I was young, oh
And the holidays went on and on
We were so high
Let the freeway take us into the night
And in the dark you sang my favorite song
When I was young, oh
And the holidays went on and on
And on, and on, and on
When I was young
(Woo!)

[Bridge]
When I was young
We would play with fire
When I was young
And we would [?] the [?]
When I was young
It was do or die
I would give my life just to feel like
When I was young

[Outro]
Ohh, oh-oh-oh-oh
(Oh, do or die)
When I was young
Through it all
We were so high
Oh, and the holidays went on and on
And on, and on, and on
When I was young

Lupe Fiasco – All While Doing A Rubik’s Cube One-Handed Lyrics

[Intro]
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
What they say, what they say now
Protect Lil B, at all costs, namsayin’

[Verse 1]
Last club, left the bathtub
Like a flash flood baptism
Caps sizzle packs in the van
That’s fizzle as Mac Drizzle
Deal is half pickle
Jammed as bad pistols
The poorly dressed
The correlated, the laureates
No relation unless it’s coronated to coronets
As well, Oswald Cobblepot, Alpo
How so?
Pepperpot love a heartless man in a letter that’s penned to Gwyneth Paltrow
The ends justify the outro
Black hue, Hugh Heffner to the heifers
The boy cow’s a gaucho
L’Oreal, story tales
Rush blush on the rough cuts of the [?]
You are not the cannon fodder, relax
Catch me outside, how ’bout dat
Trust all the Einsteins if you want the facts
Fuck Harvey Weinstein if you want to act
White people having serious brand issues, can’t kiss you
Behind the scenes, fuckin’ us from the back
Got too comfortable with Barack
Now uncle Trump’s making me feel so un-wonderful with the hat
Who watchin’ you by the cap
Make America great again
I just don’t to wait at these great American gates again
Patiently staying in place for 3 hours for a rollercoaster is ridiculous
Well isn’t it?
Protect Lil B and all lowercase betas
To overtake the haters
To motivate the saviors
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Lil B]
It’s all love, I don’t promote violence, I’m never with the violence. So I love them and it’s all good, you feel me? I’m still here, I got jumped by like 10 mothafuckas, you know what I’m sayin? Been by myself. It’s all love though, like I said, it’s all love

Camila Cabello – Havana (feat. Young Thug)

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
Hey

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
He didn’t walk up with that "how you doin’?"
(When he came in the room)
He said there’s a lot of girls I can do with
(But I can’t without you)
I’m doin’ forever in a minute
(That summer night in June)
And papa says he got malo in him
He got me feelin’ like

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Oooh-oooh-ooh, I knew it when I met him
I loved him when I left him
Got me feelin’ like
Oooh-oooh-ooh, and then I had to tell him
I had to go, oh na-na-na-na-na

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (uh huh)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana
Havana, ooh na-na

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery
Just graduated, fresh on campus, mmm
Fresh out East Atlanta with no manners, damn
Fresh out East Atlanta
Bump on her bumper like a traffic jam (jam)
Hey, I was quick to pay that girl like Uncle Sam (here you go, ayy)
Back it on me, shawty cravin’ on me
Get to diggin’ on me (on me)
She waited on me (then what?)
Shawty cakin’ on me, got the bacon on me (wait up)
This is history in the makin’ on me (on me)
Point blank, close range, that be
If it cost a million, that’s me (that’s me)
I was gettin’ mula, man they feel me

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, ayy, ayy)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na (oh no)
All of my heart is in Havana (ayy)
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Bridge: Starrah & Camila Cabello]
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back like
Ooh na-na, oh na-na-na
Take me back, back, back
Yeah, ayy
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Oooh-oooh-ooh
Take me back to my Havana…

[Chorus: Camila Cabello & Pharrell Williams]
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (oh, yeah)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
All of my heart is in Havana
My heart is in Havana (ayy)
Havana, ooh na-na

[Outro: Camila Cabello & Starrah]
Uh huh
Oh na-na-na
Oh na-na-na (hey)
Oh na-na-na
No, no, no, take me back
Oh na-na-na
Havana, ooh na-na

Eric Church – Round Here Buzz

Another Friday night
There’s a line of cars leaving
Home team’s got an out of towner
Me, I’m sitting on the hood of mine drinking
I’m just a parking lot down and outer
Under that high school bleacher
I drove that preacher’s daughter crazy
Her mama was my homeroom teacher
And her dad was hell bent on saving me
Yeah, I’m sure there’s higher highs
Where the high risers rise
But me, I’m gonna sit right here tonight, and
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down goes up
Lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
I never had big city eyes
Hell, I’ve never been east of Dallas
Got no idea where you are now
Or if you ever got that penthouse palace
No, Scotty’s ain’t got no vibe
Got no gas in his neon light
But he’s got two for one ’til two tonight
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down goes up
Lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
Catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Cause you ain’t ’round here none
Keep putting ’em down here, ‘nother round here
‘Til my down here
Is lit up like that one stoplight
Across from that welcome sign
Ever since you caught that out there bug
I catch me a ’round here buzz
I catch me a ’round here buzz
‘Round here buzz
I catch me a ’round here buzz

Angel Olsen – Special

Want to be special, something like your mother
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
Right here in this moment, I wish I could reach you
I’m just a vessel, far away, I see you
Too many like us, run out of the steeple
Guess you could say I lost some faith in people

Want every thought to be golden or fire
I could be made out of truth, not some liar
Want to be tempered, sick to be tested
To see it all clearly, whenever it’s rested
Want every lesson, the lessons they teach me
Someone who knows where I am, whenever they reach me

Give me a fever, show me some reason
Love me whenever it’s out of season
Want to be special, something like your mother
Want to be someone else, not me, but another
But now in this moment, I wish I could meet you
But I’m just a balloon, far away, I see you
I see you
I see you

I see you, and it’s unclear
I need you to show you’re here
Tell me, I’m nothing to fear
Tell me, I’m nothing, nothing

Young Dolph – Point Across

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 1]
Hah, ayy, I ain’t never know how to do shit but go and get it
This ain’t even all my jewelry, I got on two fifty, ayy
Never signed a deal but he spending all these mils
Bitch stay out my business, have a drink, bitch chill
You didn’t grow up where I did, you can’t feel how I feel
That shit ain’t ’bout money, I put my brakes on it and yield
I stood that bitch up for two months and she blowin’ me up still
This shit just got real, I’m the shit like diarrhea
A hundred racks on me, all hundred dollar bills
I keep lean to pour up, bitch my plug Doctor Phil
I take her to the mall and let her glow up in Chanel

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

[Verse 2]
For real though
Ayy, niggas act like bitches and it ain’t no excuse for it
Some of my niggas Pyru and some of my niggas rollin’
This bankroll I can’t fold it, choppers we still toting
Smoke a lot of dope, you can call me Dopey
Rock a lot of gold, you can call me Goldie
Got a couple Pateks, and a couple Rollies
Went to LA just to ball, you can call me Kobe
You all about these bitches, I’m all about this paper
Bumped in Farrakhan, told him As-Salaam-Alaikum
Buy foreign cars and take ’em to the hood and drag race ’em
Package got caught up, I made her call in and trace ’em, yeah

[Chorus]
I fuck her then I dip (gone)
Jump back in my whip (yup)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (yeah)
Bitch I’m my own boss (it’s Dolph)
It’s money when I talk (it’s Dolph)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across
I fuck her then I dip (yeah)
Jump back in my whip (yeah)
I’m straight out the block (block)
Hollows in my Glock (uh)
Bitch I’m my own boss (yeah)
It’s money when I talk (yeah)
Spent a mil on ice just to get my point across

Joe Moses – On My Bumper (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been feelin’, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you was in your feelin’, she wanna be winnin’
And you discovered too many problems, it’s too many hotties
For me to sit for too many hours, it’s no logic
Back then they didn’t want me, now they be stressed out
Valuable lesson learned to all the women who missed out
A little too grown to be in church with your breasts out
Move my new ho across the street from my ex house
Petty, got my eye on it like Fetty
The same woman dissed me, the same ones who ready
The same ones curved me, the same ones be textin’
But now I’m just flexin’, Ty I’m just flexin’ for real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 2: Ty]
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
Baby pull up on me
I’ve been drivin’ reckless
Peep the [?] in my new Rolly
Back it up, fuck it up, you the one
You know I run it up on my baby
Damn damn damn
You look better than you do on the ‘gram
Back it up on me like whoa whoa whoa
Ride the wave like roll roll roll roll roll
Got me like down down down
You know I like it when you do with no hands
Back it up on me like whoa
Then I gotta go pedal to the flo’
Because you know

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
You see lately I’ve been living, enjoyin’ my life chillin’
When you get out your feelin’, maybe I consider
My ex woman was bitter, take a shot to the liver
The same ones be laughin’ now cry me a river
The same ones was frontin’ now blowin’ my cellie
She never made the mistake to wifin’ up a headache
Shoe never made the mistake of sleeping with no jacket
And calling you out your name but sure callin’ you rachet
Intrigued but not flattered, who’s callin’, it don’t matter
Paragraphs on the ‘gram, you mad, you gotta add her
I laugh, the grass ain’t greener between her
Girl we done, it was just a little fun
So now you wanna make up rumors and hit the shade room
The same one telling you leave, she in the living room
I had to stop playing fasho’ and do me
Can’t fight for no woman who ain’t afraid to lose a me
And that’s real

[Chorus: Ty Dolla Sign]
Got all these girls (girls)
All these girls (girls)
Got all these girls on my bumper (ooh yeah)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls (all these girls)
All these girls on my bumper

[Outro: Joe Moses]
We got another one
We got another one

Joyner Lucas – Winter Blues

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet, they’re coming

[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimmie that, gimmie that
Gimmie that, gimmie that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 1]
I remember everything was different
When I tried to get a job and make some money
I was livin’ on the street
I walk a lot of miles and nobody wasn’t hiring and I had to stand in line if I was to get something to eat
Cause I ain’t had no homies and my girl depended on me every night that we were lonely and I couldn’t get no sleep
Cause I was plotting on anybody I seen that was getting money
You got it? I need it sorry, you don’t need it more than me
And bitch, I’m tired of this struggle, ducking and dodging them puddles wondering if God ever hear the prayers I said
Cause every time I got a new hustle, that shit done got me in trouble
You don’t know how many fucking tears I’ve shed
But fuck it, I’m letting loose
And they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues
You know what I’m finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafucking thing that I pick and choose
And I’m done with all the begging, I’m past that
All I did was get laughed at
You can go back track but you’ll never get cash back
And they told me I’m half black
But I’m white as a lab rat
With a mic and a gas mask
I’m a light for your trash ass
And I might get the last laugh
Better fight if you back stab
With a knife in your backpack
All my life I’ve been jabbed at
But I fight like I’m Mad Max with a knife with the yeah yeah
You know, you know what the fuck I’m talking about
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what I had to do to get what I want
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count it all my fingers how much shit that I lost
Nigga this is my job
These are my thoughts
I ain’t never had shit but for now you better give me what’s yours

[Bridge]
Damn I feel so loose, I’m about to pop shit
What’s a man to do when he’s out of options
I ain’t wanna do it but …
Shhh, hold on
Be quiet
They’re coming

[Hook]
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
I said gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that, gimme that
You heard what I said
Nigga run that, run that
Run that, run that
You heard what I said
I said yeah
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 2]
You really got some nerve talkin’ bout me like you’re better cause you got your shit together and I’m really goin’ through it
I don’t think you have a clue what it feels like doin’ dirt knowin’ in your heart you ain’t wanna do it
I don’t got one G bone in my body, I ain’t never gangbang I don’t know nothing about it
I don’t claim to be a thug nigga or Illuminati but there really ain’t no tellin’ what I do when I get rowdy
And I’m starvin’ and my back against the wall and you ballin’
Everytime I see you all you do is flash hundreds
Everything on fleek I ain’t never had nothin’
I just wanna be you when I feel like stuntin’
And lettin’ loose and they told me don’t bend the rules
This is my winter blues you don’t know what I finna do
Anything necessary to make it up in the news
And I’m taking every muthafuckin’ thing that I pick and choose
I’m done with that hating shit
The fuck do you think this is
Damn it, you made me sick
Ain’t no time for no babysit
This is the way we live and yes I’m okay with this
You think you all that and a bag of potato chips?
Could jump off a crazy bridge
And enough of you idiot kids
Go suckin’ a lady dick
I would never just make amends
With none of you shakin’ hands in public
Yeah yeah like get the fuck out of my face, dude
Listen
I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
You don’t have any idea just what a nigga had to do to get loose
All I wanted was to make a decent living
I can’t even count on all my fingers how much shit I went through
What I went through
What I went through
And when shit get real ain’t really nothing that you can do

[Outro: Joyner Lucas]
Yo, what’s up, this is Joyner
I’m unable to take your call right now
Leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you
Peace

[Voice mail: Angry caller]
Yo, who the fuck do you think you are tryna give advice to a child?
My child
Nigga, you the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met in my life
My nigga
You the last person that should be trying to give advice to anybody about anything
Let alone my fucking kid
Acting like some fucking role model or some shit
Nigga, no nobody wanna be like you
Stop it

Julia Michaels – Worst In Me (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Yeah
Remember when I used to be happy for you?
You could go out with your female friends and I’d be totally fine
Remember when you used to be happy for me?
You celebrate all my success without crossing a line
Now, it’s like we’re scared of getting good
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
And the truth is that we could
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
It’s almost like I’ve gotten so used to resentment
That every annoying little thing you say has lost its effect
It’s almost like it’s made you a little bit bitter
When I don’t always react the way you expect
It’s like we’re scared of getting good
‘Cause we know the truth is that we could
Yeah, we know that we might actually work
And the truth is that we could
But maybe it’s the worst in me
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
I won’t hurt you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
But, baby, I won’t lose you again
If you won’t, if you won’t
Remember when I used to be happy for you?
But maybe it’s the worst in me (worst in me)
That’s bringing out the worst in you
I know we can fix these kinks
But the worst in me doesn’t want to work on things
But the best of me wants to love you, I really want to
But the worst in me doesn’t want to
Ah ah ah ah ah (Really doesn’t want to)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah (Oh)
Ah ah ah ah ah (The worst in me doesn’t want to)

T-Pain – Goal Line (feat. Blac Youngsta) (On TRL) (Live)

[Intro: T-Pain & Blac Youngsta]
You Okay?
You got it? (Lil bitty bitch)
Need a pat on the back? (Whore)
You got it, she worked it out
Hey (stretch) ahh!
Aye aye aye aye
(Fuck Nigga)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 1: T-Pain]
I got the wraith sittin
I got your bae sittin
Four 12’s in the trunk
I got the base hittin
You tryna keep yo bae hittin (Lil Bitch)
Keep it tight like a waist trainer (Lil Whore)
All my niggas tote guns dont a (Gang)
All my niggas know your base ain’t a
Shit ain’t really safe ain’t a (Nah)
You don’t think we’ll catch a case ain’t a
All of my niggas got GPS all of my niggas show up at your place ain’t a
I move that weight like I’m weight gaining
I push that weight like I’m weight training
Hey I pull my trump card ima run the fuckin USA ain’t I
(aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Lil Bitch)
Shawty got gold pussy (Whooo)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line
I’m at the goal line oh yeah
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
These lil niggas fake ain’t it
I gotta steak on my plate ain’t it
Yall lil niggas tryna eat
We done already ate ain’t it
You a lil bit too late ain’t it move my momma out the hood she straight ain’t it
Pour up a four in my phantom
Pour another four thats a whole nother eight ain’t it
I’m at the goal line with a thick and red bitch and she won’t slow down
My bitch so fine she don’t let me fuck her friend cause that bitch low down
So I fuck that bitch anyway
I don’t love my bitch anyway
I be like "bitch get out my face" and that lil bitch always be in the way (Lil Bitch)
Cock block
Thot thot
La La
Gimme
Top top
Laptop
I don’t fuck my fans (whore)
I don’t wanna meet your fam (whore)
I don’t fuck with you lil bitch don’t you shake my hand (whore)
(Gang Gang)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

[Verse 3: T-Pain]
I’m in that SS
My shit the best yes
I’m pushing 130 plus I’m riding dirty that shit like a stress test
After party go down to the mansion
We gone leave that bitch a mess yes
Booty and the beast I need two at least
Bitch be our guest yes
Lets just fuck in the better light
That’ll be hella right
Two chicks kissing in the bath tub now they mega tight
They was already friends
Now they better friends
Baby don’t hold back (Lil Bitch)
Baby just let her in (Lil Whore)
She bout to be bae ain’t a
Both of yall on the way ain’t a
All of my bitches got GPS all of my bitches show up at my place ain’t a
That dick make em feel like they weight training
I hit em with it and they can’t take it
You been fucking with them clown ass nigga baby come and get your face painted ain’t it
(aye aye aye aye)

[Hook: T-Pain & (Blac Youngsta)]
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy (I swear)
And I hit the goldmine slow down
I’m at the goal line (Fuck Nigga)
I’m at the goal line (Gang Gang)
Shawty got gold pussy
And I hit the goldmine slow down

Born – Hot Topic (feat. Quavo)

[Intro: Quavo]
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Migo, oooh

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 1: Born]
Check out and know that I be the topic
Yeah, I be gettin’ it poppin’
Got a bad bitch she live on the islands
When we together we stylin’
Put her on a mission she up for the cha’
She always know I be wildin’
She always love I be grindin’
Got it through money and violence
VVS diamonds they always the shinest
Stay on the plane yeah I’m always the flyest
Where ever I go yeah, I roll with the iron
I ain’t the one that you wanna be tryin’
No, I just be gettin’ the work when I whip it or buy it
Fuck all the hater, the haters live off this lyin’
Can’t stop me, oh no they can’t stop me
Pocket full of money, yeah, yeah, yeah
She pop a molly, she just wanna party
Oh, yeah that my topic

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

[Verse 2: Born]
Yeah, It’s cheaper to leave her
So if she fuss I’mma leave her
Shorty must think that I need her
I tell her ‘watch out bitch I’m not a believer’
I just be smokin’ my weed up
Ain’t got no time for no skeezer
Ain’t got no time for no fever
I’m gettin’ a headache I’m drinkin’ my lean up
You spendin’ your re-up, I get it for free
I’m driving a 6 and I’m all in the streets
I ride with a bitch and she holdin’ my weed
I ride with a stick for who want it with me
The one I delete, think I won’t pull up and jump out the V
I’m dumpin’ the heat, all of these bullets they come on repeat
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
All of these bitches I know they watchin’
Hot topic, yeah we poppin’
In Santo Domingo so many options

[Hook: Quavo]
Hot topic (yea), told her pop it
Money in my pocket (oh, cash)
We hotboxin’ (hotbox)
In the tropics, yeah we on a island (yeah)
Ye, ye, ye, yeah
Hot topic (aye), yeah we poppin’ (oh)
Hot topic (yea), yeah we poppin’ (pipe up)
Bad bitch, Mona Lisa (aye)
Thousand miles just to meet ya (aye)
Now I won’t wanna keep her (aye, no)
It’s cheaper to leave her (yea)

DJ Kay Slay – Hip-Hop Icons (feat. Ice-T & Kool G Rap)

[Hook: Ice-T]
It’s been a long time niggas forgot
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Don’t worry bout me, the devil protects it’s own

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
This so often I stare and gaze into a coffin
But I don’t cry, niggas must die
My bloodlust is unquenchable
My thirst for revenge you bitch niggas can’t comprehend
I might let you live a few years, feel yourself
Death is always near, and then it gets dealt
This ain’t the pop that the kids bop to
This what the hard rocks cock Glocks to
I hate rap niggas, I love street cats
I serve whack niggas, please believe that
Iceberg bitch, motherfucker you heard
I been away for a minute so the lines got blurred
I ain’t impressed by your jewelry, that could get took
Don’t floss around me nigga you shook
All your dope talk crack talk trap talk bullshit
How could real niggas stomach your lies?
You never fuck with no live niggas I know
Only place your hard is in your motherfucking bio
Imma go on cause I feel the mic starting to heat
Grip the wood on the wheel lay back in your seat
I ain’t new to this shit, I could rap for weeks
Especially with these Kay Slay types of beats

[Hook: Ice-T]
It’s been a long time niggas forgot
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Don’t worry bout me, the devil protects it’s own

[Verse 2: Kool G. Rap]
KGR boy, Queens grime nigga
Turn your block into the scene of the crime nigga
A mean shine nigga the beam on the nine nigga
Killers move in silence and violence of mines whisper
Corona the own, I rep it to the death boy
Soda bottle or nozzle to lower down the deck boy
Everyday generating another hood chronicle
Niggas come comical, I fix ’em with the llama too
The money in ’85 was so astronomical
Chest neck gripping with ice like a comma do
Yea nigga this the auto bio
Fuck with the auto die yo
Murder here my nigga Universe caught a slug in the eye yo
Pies seventeen five moving the bottles
Bottom of the pot rock pat ’em and dry those
Lay low from homicide with a side hoe, you know how it go

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Get your gats out hoods on masks up
In my dark world fuck boys get touched
I’m much older and colder now
No beat just release the hounds
I move the social elite from the concrete
It wasn’t easy lotta blood got spilled
Shit got greazy good men got killed
Somehow I kept my head down kept moving
A lot had to be shown it had to be proven
And I’m still alive today
So don’t test me in no type of way
You may catch me in the street rolling dolo
Or on the beach in some Ralph Lauren Polo
Or in the next booth over in the hottest club
Or at some hell of a spa getting my feet rubbed
(That nigga plays a cop) Broke nigga don’t speak
Seventeen years 200k a week
Nigga you on the bus, while I’m whipping a fleet
If you can’t add money you ain’t from the street

Snoop Dogg – 3’s Company (feat. Chris Brown & O.T. Genasis)

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any nigga say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

Esil Duran – Любов

Кризата не ме касае, щом до мен си ти искам те това е
Въздуха мирише на любов
и всичко тук на теб ухае
и хапи не говори всичко друго можеш ти.

[Припев]
Целувай ме сега не се обръщай – гледат или не
Целувай ме сега какво ти пука – криза или не
Целувай ме сега не казвай "мило, имах тежък ден"
Влудяваш ме така,целувай ме сега!

Кризата не те касае,щом очите ти гледат само в мене
Целувай ме горещо,
и не чакай подходящо място и време
и хапи не говори всичко друго можеш ти.

[Припев]
Целувай ме сега не се обръщай – гледат или не
Целувай ме сега какво ти пука – криза или не
Целувай ме сега не казвай "мило, имах тежък ден"
Влудяваш ме така,целувай ме сега!

The Offspring – Why Don’t You Get A Job?

My friend’s got a girlfriend
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"
She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don’t you get a job
I guess all his money, well it isn’t enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn’t enough
‘Cause that girl’s got expensive taste
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Well I guess it ain’t easy doing nothing at all
But hey man free rides just don’t come along
Every day
Let me tell you about my other friend now
My friend’s got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don’t you get a job

Years And Years – Hypnotised lyrics

The voices make believe it’s all for you
Who can bring me into life
Just want my love
Every calling comes to life
These petals fall from your eyes