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Bryson Tiller – Rain On Me (Intro) (True To Self Album)

[Intro]
(Just rain on me, full as a dam at…)
I’m sorry I didn’t answer (whoo)
I didn’t answer ’cause I was busy, what else
That’s why I didn’t answer
How about I just call you next time?
Why is it that when I don’t answer
You think I’m with somebody else or something?
I don’t know

[Verse]
Can’t get through, I can’t get through
Got me chasing you, I’m tasting you
Got something I want to say to you
I’m done playing games with you
I’m afraid I already lost you
In my car and I’m on my way to you
Is that okay with you?
I wanna grow grey with you
Have a little baby with you
And just cater to you
Just rain on me, I’ll rain on you
I’ll tell you the lies now, yeah
It’s okay to cry now, yeah
Nothing to hide now, yeah
Love on the line now, yeah
Let me make it right now, yeah
Dry your eyes now, yeah, yeah yeah
And I’m hoping we survive now, yeah
I got faith, girl, we’ll be fine now, yeah

[Outro]
True, true, true
Oh yeah, yeah
What I tell you at
It ain’t that easy, baby
It ain’t as easy as you make it seem oh no
Hey, baby
It’s okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah
It’s okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah

Bryson Tiller – No Longer Friends (True To Self Album)

Aight, aight, whatever, you doing too much
You doing too much
Ayy
Let’s go back to the time when your nigga used to trip
‘Bout the time we spent, girl, when we were just friends
It was all friendly on my end
Even though I look forward to seeing you again like, uh
When am I seeing you again?
Ayy, when are we speaking again?
Shit, you look good with that ink on your skin
Hood, but you far from the streets you was in, oh yeah
No he don’t like it, call me up
He don’t like it
This was the perfect timin’
Love you, I’m certain I can, yeah
Talkin’ about you like a queen making
As if you even never even mattered
And you a bad bitch, you keep getting badder
This ain’t the side nigga anthem
I been straight forward, he’s going backwards
Relax, yo, just chill
I love you, I’m with you
I ain’t with this nigga
You don’t think I
My best friend, he’s my brother
My brother
I don’t think he’s your brother
That’s your blood?
Aight
Fuckin’ that nigga, that’s what it is
I’m fuckin’ my brother, that’s my brother
No, no, if y’all got the same mommy and daddy y’all can’t fuck
You fuckin’ him
You was on the verge of losing it
You was acting like you ain’t want shit to do with her
I cut out the bullshit and kept it true with her
That’s why the sexual tension is high when I’m in rooms with her
She really the shit, I don’t be juicing her
I’m the shit too, that’s why I’m so in tune with her
I feel like I’m sewn on ya
I feel like you grew on me
Have I grown on you?
Done frontin’ like I don’t want you
Keep treating me like I don’t know you
Back and forth between me and all your niggas
You’re busy tonight, that figures
Tonight you’re staying in his city
And still I answer your call when he doesn’t answer at all
But I want that too, that’s all
I need the same in return, that’s all
That’s all
That’s all I want, all I want, all I want
That’s all I want, all I want, yeah
All I want (just a, just a little time)

Bryson Tiller – Don’t Get Too High (True To Self Album)

Hey
Yeah
Back again with the
Them cuffin’ season tunes
Hey
Hey, you
Okay, spend too much time with your friends
Too much time with your friends
Turned up at the function
You could barely function
Oh, you getting drunk and too high to call me up, and
Hanging with them other niggas, I could barely stomach
Oh, you telling me the shit you used to put up with
You ain’t go through that twice, okay
I’ma come through, spend the night, okay
1300 on the flight, okay
Love, you can’t put a price on it
Something came up, girl, I know it
You don’t never got time for me
‘Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y’all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
Damn shawty, you know love ain’t the same way I do it
I’m the only drug you need to get you through it
I always tell you don’t get too high
Don’t drink too much, don’t smoke too much
Tell me if it’s cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love
Girl, I’m not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain’t tryna’ sober you up
Girl, I"m just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up
Woah, you make me feel how I make other bitches feel
Like you be cool without or with me here
Stuck in Miami, I don’t know why I feel empty here
They say, "Don’t bring sand to the beach, you’ll see there’s plenty here"
Seems like all I ever see is fake ass and fake titties here
And hoes looking for a come up and a nigga that’s tricking here
Girl, I don’t wanna be the nigga to give you dick and disappear
If you want me to, I could do you like I do women here
‘Cause you spend too much time with your friends, fuck y’all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
Damn shawty, you know love ain’t the same way I do it
I’m the only drug you need to get you through it
I always tell you don’t get too high
Don’t drink too much, don’t smoke too much
Tell me if it’s cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love
Girl, I’m not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain’t tryna’ sober you up
Girl, I"m just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope

Bryson Tiller – Blowing Smoke (True To Self Album)

Ayy
It’s 7AM in the morning, I been up since 3
Fuck it, I’ma keep going
Yeah
Young Pen Griffey
I go to, I go to bat for my niggas
The pun was intended, nigga
Wow, look how I’m livin’, nigga
Angels say watch how you spendin’, nigga
Devil say cop a new Bentley, nigga
Might as well, quick as you get it, nigga
Made a prediction, nigga
Fortune teller, nigga
Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it, nigga
You a rappin’ contradiction, nigga
Hunnid racks on a sticker
New whip and I’m in it with her
Set it off, this a stick up
‘Til I came to shake shit up
Shakin’ that shit up
Then I go put another check in the bank, nigga
Got a lot up on my plate, nigga
Grandma need a new estate, nigga
You a fraud, you a fake, nigga
Can’t keep up with the pace, nigga
Get the fuck up out the race, nigga
Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
Pump your brakes, go slow
Just like my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
Don’t let ’em fool you, they blowing smoke
Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don’t let ’em lie to you anymore
Hey, don’t let ’em lie to you anymore
Ayy, don’t let ’em fool you, baby
Gene Snyder, get shifty, nigga
Need a lighter for the spliff, nigga
I pull up in a street fighter chain, hit a nigga
Now that I got your attention, nigga
Keep my name off your lips, nigga
Hey, just like her, I don’t take you serious, nigga
No you can’t be serious, nigga
You can’t be serious, nigga
I can’t even hear it, nigga
Gotta be up on my tier, nigga
You ain’t nowhere near, nigga
Young Tiller don’t fear a nigga
Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, nigga
Know you seen me last year, nigga
All at Cleveland Cavaliers, nigga
Thoroughbred, I’m a winner
D’USSE in my cup, I feel like Jigga
Wins got me hittin’ liquor (faded)
And I got you niggas feelin’ bitter (you mad)
Bitch, I been a heavy hitter
But you barely makin’ plays, nigga
Fuck it, let me demonstrate, nigga
Home runnin’, not safe, nigga
Guess I got what it takes, nigga
Can’t keep up with the pace, nigga
Get the fuck up out the race, nigga
Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
Pump your brakes, go slow
Just like my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
Don’t let ’em fool you, they blowing smoke
Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don’t let ’em lie to you anymore
Hey, don’t let ’em lie to you anymore

Bryson Tiller – We Both Know (True To Self Album)

Ay, yeah
I’m not your, your man, baby
No, I can’t do what a man should be doing for you
Trying my best to pull through for you, yeah, yeah
Listen, few years we been at it, so much static
I been calling you sporadically
Same old shit, pack your bags, come lay back with me, ay
Last time that we fucked, that shit was cinematic
I don’t expect for you to settle for me
But I hate it when you say to me
You’re done playing games with me
Done tryna wait for me, still check for me
You can’t get away from me, yeah, yeah
Go tell them you still love me, yeah
Don’t know it but you’re stuck with me, yeah
By now you know you’re stuck with me, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
You say I’m talking like I don’t wanna wife
I just wanna fuck, you damn right
Treat you like a queen and like that’s just for me, you damn right
Girl, you damn right, yeah, right
Pull up, at the party with the juice
Looked at me like, "Damn boy, you brought everything but the truth"
Girl, you used to be cool, that’s why I started fucking with you
Baby, it feel like the real thing, we used to love without no rules
True, tell me when did you get so confused?
Who told you I belong to you?
I can only be alone with you
Never on the road with you
Fuck you like you’re mine, that’s what I’m supposed to do
Yeah, just like you’re mine
You encourage me to do what’s right, do what’s right
Yeah, you say that shit and turn around
Hit my line, say, "Come by, " fuck on you one more time
We both know this ain’t one more time
We both know, ay
I try to play it off like I’ll be fine but I won’t, I won’t, I won’t
Oh girl, oh baby, baby
True

Bryson Tiller – You Got It (True To Self Album)

[Intro]
Haha, uh huh
Of course I had to make a song about you right here
I told you I was gon’ make this song about you right here
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Bad lil’ thing, yeah
True Religion jeans, yeah
Super clean, yeah
What’s good with you and me? Yeah
Chasing dreams, yeah
Hit me when you’re free, yeah
Sex me
That’s just what I needed, aye
(You, you got it, got it)
That’s what I needed (Woah)
(You got it, got it)
Just what I needed
(You, you got it, got it)
You got what I needed, aye
I got what you need

[Verse 1]
Shop-shop-shopping bags, Louis shoes
Pop the tag, that’s for you
Diamond necklace, that’s for you
I just blew a check or two
Girl, my mind been set on you
Yeah, you know I fuck with you
Club is through
What are we getting into?

[Pre-Chorus]
Let me tell you, girl, before you go
Yeah, there’s a few things you should know
I’m still struggling with the dos and don’ts
But I felt compelled to let you know that you a

[Chorus]
Bad lil’ thing, yeah
True Religion jeans, yeah
(Girl, I see you)
Super clean, yeah
What’s good with you and me? Yeah
Chasing dreams, yeah
Hit me when you’re free, yeah
Sex me
That’s just what I needed
Oh, it’s just what I needed
Oh, it’s just what I, yeah
You got what I need
And I got what you need

[Verse 2]
Listen up
When I look at you, I see someone I don’t deserve
Then I pretend like my vision blurry
Is it love I’m searchin’ for? Or different word?
Looked at me, said, "When did this occur?"
Soon as I seen you in mini skirt
Soon as you hit me with smile first
Soon as I heard how your mind works
Me and my girl, we just diverted
We just went our separate ways, yeah
Knew she loved me ’cause I’m paid up
Therefore I don’t wanna make up
Yeah, I saw somethin’ different in you
Had to come and tell you straight up
You was headed for the door
Had to tell you, "Wait up"
Like "Aye, yo, hold up, wait up"
Hold up, hold up

[Pre-Chorus]
Let me tell you, girl, before you go
There’s a few things that you should know
I don’t do this on the usual
But I felt compelled to let you know that you a

[Outro]
Bad lil’ thing
So bad
Yeah

Bryson Tiller – In Check (True To Self Album)

Yeah, when
When I look you in your face
I see a good girl who deserves better than me (better than me)
You remember that other night in my bedroom? On top of my bed
I remember the things that you said
Sometimes I forget
Sometimes you gotta put me in check, ay
In check, yeah, in check, yeah
In check, yeah, in check, yeah
Hollywood, set back
3 hours, I’m jet-lagged
Still tryna lay up with somethin’
Can’t believe I just said that
Album, overdue
You would find it hard to focus too
If you met the women I have
Hard not to get side tracked, oh woah
Hey, don’t know where my mind at
Hoping you can help find that
I wish I could rewind back (I love you)
Way back so you could put me
Put me in check, yeah, in check, yeah
What did I do to you?
Made a fool of you
I know they told you I’d never be true to you
I’m losing you, losing you
I miss you in my bedroom, on top of my bed
How could I forget what you said?
Sometimes I forget
And sometimes you gotta put me in check, ay
In check, yeah, in check, yeah
In check, yeah, in check, yeah
Baby, oh
Baby, oh, no no

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made (True To Self Album)

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah

Bryson Tiller – Run Me Dry (True To Self Album)

I think she love me, ’cause I got the check on me
Wan’ spend the day and flex on me
Put a curse and hex on me
Scratch out my name, put the X on me
You should come check on me
Talk dirty and caress on me
Fuck it, might as well get undressed for me
Love how you get that pussy wet for me
Put a lot of stress on me
You used to obsess for me
Call the station and request for me
You done went and got a big head on me
You’re running me dry
Oh girl, you’re running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I’ma go go go
Drop that, down, I’ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I’ma go go go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let’s go, let’s go, yeah
Oh, you’re the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I’ma go go go
Drop that, down I’ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I’ma go go go
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Used to break my neck for you
Spend my paycheck on you
Put my account in the red for you
Damn near put myself in debt for you
You made me obsessed for you
Thought I had the same effect on you
Couldn’t see I was the best for you
Now you gotta figure out what’s next for you
Now you feel regret, oh do you?
Baby, I could care less for you
Trust, I’m not even sweating you
You ran me dry, better yet it’s still you
Out of respect for you
I curved bitches on the internet for you
I, lost all respect for you
Baby, it’s my turn to flex on you
You’re running me dry
Oh girl, you’re running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told ’em bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I’ma go go go
Drop that, down, I’ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I’ma go go go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let’s go, let’s go
Oh, you’re the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I’ma go go go
Drop that, down I’ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I’ma go go go, no no no
Let’s go, let’s go, go, go

Bryson Tiller – High Stakes (True To Self Album)

Hey, yeah
Haha, I had to put a time stamp on this, yeah
It’s my birthday
And I’m feeling great
I feel great
Yeah, fuck it, I’m feeling great
24 today, by the way
Okay
Came a long way (yeah, I came a long way)
Ay, I looked up and said goddamn I came a long way
In the VIP, this shit feel like a showcase
Take me to a place I’d rather be, there’s no place
I gotta pocket full of cash, it’s more than I made last year when I was packing
Oh wait, it been two years, I lost track and
No way I’m going back, I been in mansions
I been in whips so quick that you lose traction
And made 6 figure transactions
Met a lot of pretty women, A.K.A distractions
And some fuck niggas with subliminal captions
I won’t, I won’t, show these lames no compassion
Wanna play the game, gotta have expansion
Ex sent me an email, came with attachments
And like a fan of the show, nigga I started snapping
What’s happening? What’s happening?
What’s happening? What’s happening, oh, what’s happening?
Woah, woah, high stakes got me feeling like I’m gambling (I can ball but lose it all)
Drink got a nigga rambling (like I’m talking to myself)
But hit me up
I wake up and see a roof over my head
Used to be the roof of a ’04 Audi
That shit used to be my bed
Lot of disrespect from those who used to be my friends
Lot of chicks to replace, hoes used to be friends
I don’t fuck with you, what don’t you comprehend?
Give a fuck who I offend, real and fake cannot blend
And I pray to God I never lose a cake, Amen (Amen)
With the high stakes, I’m in
I’m in, even when niggas after me
I still stroll through the city casually
RIP Staten G, Ali gone, that’s another tragedy
Oh my God, who gon’ show the kids strategy?
I done seen so many things that they gotta see
I made it to the game using honesty
I know my mama proud of me
God tell her she gave birth to a young prodigy
Ay, ay, thank you
To the most high
High up, high up
Praying that them blessings don’t stop
I’m praying that them blessings don’t
Yeah

Bryson Tiller – Rain Interlude (True To Self Album)

All I did is say I have feelings for you
And all you do is shit all over it
And tell me you want me to get over you
And that you want nothing to do with me
That’s hurtful, Bryson
I did nothing to you
I’ve done nothing to you
For a year, all you did was lie to me and talk to other girls
And I’m still hearing it
Okay, I forgive you, let’s work with it
I really like you
Last year was a misunderstanding, let’s get over it
No more brittle conscience
I forgive you for everything
I’ve done nothing
And if I did do something
Then and now would be the perfect time to say
‘Cause you done everything to me
I never did that to you
I’d never do that to you

Bryson Tiller – Teach Me A Lesson (True To Self Album)

I had asked myself
So, what would you do if she left?
What would you do?
Would I find someone to distract myself?
Detach myself
Get my mind off you
This is far from the end
Got a nigga in a frenzy
Only you would understand
Oh, when I used to be your man
You tell me, tell me
Over and over again

If it’s too much pressure, babe
Maybe I’m not the one for you, baby
If you gotta question me, babe
Think of all I’ve done for you, baby
I said I know that
You’re going to find someone
That’s ready for you

That teach me a lesson, baby
You’re gonna find someone who gets it, babe
Teach me a lesson, babe
Baby, ooh
Teach me a lesson, babe
Yeah, oh yeah

You just left town
Yeah, you skated on me
Bounce, switch locations on me
Can’t keep waiting on me
Made a mistake, baby
Now you’re tryna find a replacement for me, babe
Oh, hold up
Why we broke up
Guess I don’t know, love?
Guess I don’t know
Baby, I had to grow up
I don’t want you with no one
No one, yeah

If it’s too much pressure, babe
Maybe I’m not the one for you, baby
If you gotta question me, babe
Think of all I’ve done for you, baby
I said I know that
You’re going to find someone
That’s ready for you

Teach me a lesson, baby
Teach me, baby
You’re going to find someone
Who gets it, babe
Teach me a lesson, baby

Oh no no no

Bryson Tiller – Stay Blessed (True To Self Album)

[Intro]
Listen up
Oh, baby

[Hook]
Note to self
Stay true to self (True, true, true, true)
Shorty, I could use the help (True, true, true, true)
And you know what to do to help
Going in circles, trying not to lose myself

[Verse 1]
No, check up
How can I check up? (Yeah)
Tell you I messed up (Oh, yeah)
We could go somewhere nice, get pretty and get dressed up (Oh, yeah)
I always said I should keep you fed and now you’re fed up
Always said if I ain’t happy give you heads up
I would rather give you back down, long stroke, legs up
Known for giving you the best love
No, I wouldn’t give you nothing less, nothing less, love

[Bridge]
Used to look at me and tell me "Don’t stress, love"
That’s why I need you whenever I’m stressed, love
Cut me off, tell me "Stay blessed", love
Hey, stay blessed

[Verse 2]
Changes
Right now I’m going through changes
We upgraded to a crib that’s spacious
But this house is not a home without you, baby
Ain’t shed a tear, you just left on me
Chuck the deuce, told me "Stay blessed, homie"
In due time, I’ll regret
Especially when I remember you was reppin’ when they slept on me (Hey)
It’s been too long
I gotta know
What must I do to
Get me back right beside you? Oh
Whenever you decide to
Alright
Say it’s what I get for lying to you
I can talk to you whenever
Say whatever, yeah
You was my best friend
It’s what I get for lying to you

[Bridge]
Used to look at me and tell me "Don’t stress love"
That’s why I need you when I’m stressed, love
Cut me off, tell me "Stay blessed", love
Hey, stay blessed

[Verse 3]
Roll up the carpets
Close up the curtains
Guess the show is over, I still love you, that’s for certain
Self righteous but I’m dead wrong, that’s for certain
If you’re tryna make me crazy, baby, it’s working, hey
Baby, it’s working
Dealing with clown niggas, know your life a circus
I’m still around, I bet he called you when he heard this
He’s scared you might take me back, I got him nervous
Tell him, baby, should he be nervous?
And not because I buy you those expensive purses
But because the love you got for me is permanent
He threw me up under the bus, he say I’m undeserving
Don’t give him no encouragement
I had to soak in some things, I needed nourishment
Look at me now, see a nigga really flourishing
I wouldn’t trade my old life for my current one
Hey, no I wouldn’t trade it
Finna do it for a Huracan
Why trade a good woman for an immature one?
Or a gold digger for an entrepreneur
What I’m saying, momma, you the one
Ain’t no second time, I fooled you once
Be true to you, that’s something I don’t do enough
Cut me off, shawty, I thought you was bluffing
Got me blowing up your line, what’s up with you? What’s Up?

[Hook]
Note to self
Stay true to self
Shorty, I could use the help
And you know what to do to help
Going in circles, trying not to lose myself, no

Bryson Tiller – Money Problems / Benz Truck (True To Self Album)

Hey
Goddamn, goddamn
Hey (God)
Hey
Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
Every time you see me, I’m in go mode
Niggas ain’t ’bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
When I drop a few niggas is goin’ ghost
You gassed up thinkin’ we go toe-to-toe
Ay, I’m bout to go Kanye West on niggas
You know care less if I upset some niggas
Hey, supposedly I’ve been in debt with niggas
Fuck ’em, I ain’t writing out no check for niggas
My lawyer check them niggas, said don’t sweat them niggas
Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
He talkin’ wild, I said objection, nigga
You a lame, get up out my section, nigga
Hey, he throwin’ shade, I don’t play fetch with niggas
Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas
Don’t need attention, just respect from niggas
Oh no, all I really need is, need is
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
No way, that’s okay, that’s okay
Oh, I come a long way
Yeah and it’s been a while since I clocked in
Came out on top and shawty tell me I’m poppin’
Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up
When these niggas start wildin’, yeah, you the one that I think of
And God, he the only one thing keepin’ you niggas from gettin’ sprayed up
For my daughter, I’m gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor)
You got money problems, I’m sorry (hey)
Ain’t no money problems ever stop me (never)
I just treat a prayer like a hobby
And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don’t make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no
Ay, yeah, I heard
They talkin’ crazy on the block still
I ain’t on the block no more, I’m in the hills
Just checked the temperature, I’m hot still
Ridin’ 65, I’m on them hot wheels
The flow way when I’m sauced up
I got my money right last year, I bossed up
Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain’t cost much
Fake friends, they gon’ say we lost touch
Strangers, they gon’ say I switched up
Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah
Bad bitches want my kids, yeah
Light skin, I call ’em my honey dip, yeah
Niggas waitin’ on me to slip up
On my black, I just flex that’s how I feel, yeah
Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up
Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck
Ay, jump inside the Benz truck
I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
Or a SLS, gotta pick one
Get my bitch one
And she at the crib, yeah, doin’ sit ups
And she tryna get fit for a young nigga
She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
I’m just tryna get rich, double up figures
Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em
She a down ass bitch, that’s why I fuck with her
She a down ass bitch
Down, down, down, down, down

Bryson Tiller – Set It Off (True To Self Album)

[Intro: Faith Evans & Bryson Tiller]
Oh, my inspiration comes from you, oh
So you think you got what it takes
To be my ride or die?
Okay
We shall see

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I been out here soul searchin’
Ayy, say you still got it, girl, what makes you so certain?
Hit it, quit it, then went cold turkey
You been committed through this whole journey
Got a girl that don’t expect as much from me
That’s why she gets so much love from me
She just might be the one for me
Ain’t no need to question, down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set if off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come

[Verse 2]
Do you remember them days, I would cut school and come to you
Ma’ was cool so I got comfortable
Sleeping on the couch, sneak up to your room, ayy
I found out you was a freak too soon, ayy
Your family thought we had baby too soon, phh
I told your family not to speak too soon, ayy
Three years later, I’m on TV
Now your brother, he envy me
I don’t know what the fuck he be on, ayy
Cool with me cool, we was never friends
He put your mama under stress, I put her in a Benz
Even though she put me in the streets, she made amends
Watchin’ over my baby’s nigga
‘Case her son wanna go back to his ways and be a street nigga
Plus my girl just copped the heat, nigga
And she gon’ kill almost any nigga
Including me, nigga
Ain’t nobody who could be with her, ‘cept for me
That’s my down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me

[Outro: Bryson Tiller & Unknown]
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, think she’ll fuck with this song?
Yeah, I hope so nigga
She ain’t call me back for some reason
Oh well, I love her

Bryson Tiller – Nevermind This Interlude (True To Self Album)

Hush, ay
I got things to, say I gotta (say) talk to you
Too much to talk about
Come clean to you
Too much
Touch down, shawty, I just touched down
Guess I gotta start a hunt down
You still givin’ me the run around (oh no)
Hit me with the addy and I’m comin’ now
Wanna get there before sundown (sundown)
Tryna be a better man
Came to tell you that we gotta stop fuckin’ ’round
But you look good, I wanna fuck now
Make these other bitches seem basic (basic)
Livin’ where they go to vacation
You a goddess, you gracious
Look like a supermodel
But you modest, look what God has created (goddamn)
I’m tryna stop you from being famous (yeah)
From rappers knowin’ what your name is (aw yeah)
I’m barely famous and I hate it
Take your time, I’m just sayin’
I’m a selfish nigga on occasion (I’m selfish)
Fuck you ain’t know hate you ’til I crave it (I crave it)
Whatever you finna say, save it (girl save it)
I be like my bad, girl, I’m busy (I’m busy)
You know I always say the same shit (same shit)
Hit you when I’m back in the city
When I’m back in the city (when I’m back in the city)
Back in the city (when I’m back in the city)
Back in the (back in the city, back, back in the city) I could lose it all
Are you willing to risk it with me? Oh no
I guess we will never know
You think you know but you don’t
Trust me, you don’t know, oh no
I don’t send no more photos (no no)
And takin’ my breath, yeah, yeah
Got me in a choke hold yeah
Got me in a choke hold
Bring you to where I’m stayin’
Whatever I was sayin’ (what I’m sayin’ is)
Never mind what I was sayin’ (what I’m sayin’ is)
Never mind what I was
Never mind what I was sayin’
Fuck it, never mind
I could never make up my mind

Bryson Tiller – Before You Judge (True To Self Album)

Check yourself
Check, check, check
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Chiggity-check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Ch-ch-check yourself before you wreck yourself
Yeah
Check yourself
Check yourself before you wreck yourself
Before you wreck yourself, check, check, check
Hey, I’m back, so what’s the deal now?
I still don’t give a fuck ’bout how they feel now
I got you hot, lil’ nigga, chill out
Say you coming for the spot? Bitches will spill now (spill niggas)
Either staying in the game, bro
Fuck the niggas waiting on Young Tiller to change up
Niggas waiting on me to run out of paper
I don’t ever speak on niggas, nah, I barely say much
Fuck, I look like, bringing niggas names up?
I can’t let a fuck nigga get famous
These niggas, they wanna de-fame us
They wanna betray us, they wanna play games, oh no, no
Disloyal, this how they won’t portray us
Looked at my dog like, "Fuck it, let’s make ’em hate us"
If you got paid for the attention that you paid us
You would be a rich nigga but you just a bitch nigga
Foreign whip, make you throw a fit, nigga
Foreign bitch, I know you won’t get with her
Lame niggas not the type that she consider
You thinking of speaking with her, boy, you better reconsider
Hey, I’m my daughter’s keeper
And I don’t take with the threats, or promises either, nigga
You gon’ have to see me some day one way or another
And for my blood, bruh, I’m a cold motherfucker (so)
Before you judge me
Check yourself before you judge me
Hey, shit could get ugly
Next time you might not be so lucky
What you want from me?
What these niggas want from me?
This a, "Don’t fuck with me"
Hey, think twice before you fuck with me
What it is yo?
2016, Tiller on this shit, so
Most likely I’ma vent up on this shit, so
Well, um, damn, here it go
You see the shit is so new to me, bro
Not the music, that’s easy, it come smooth to me, bro
When I should’ve been in school, I was making tunes truancy, bro
Low-key, them cool kids weren’t as cool as me, bro
I fell in love and had a mini me, thank you Jesus
Ten fingers, ten toes on her pretty feet, seriously, thank you Jesus
Pray for it every day in them UPS trailers
And you gave her to me like I asked, that’s amazing, Jesus
I know the saying, give them an inch and they take a mile
But Jesus I really need this, I gotta make it out
Studio shit on eBay, I gotta purchase
I told my niggas, "Lend me 600 dollars, it’ll be worth it, let’s cop it" (check, check, check, check)
So many times I second guessed myself, nigga, I never wanted to be an artist, nah (check, check, check, check)
I don’t wanna be the centre of attention but I guess I do this shit for lil’ Harley, nah (check, check, check, check)
If you know me, you know I just want to be able to walk into Target and people not be astonished
Man, let me do my shopping
But this in my job, I asked for it, I got it, let’s go
Just got a new manager, my last one was fucking up my vision
Can’t believe this nigga still tryna get a percentage
I gave you back your investment, get out your feelings
Telling people that the money changed me, nigga, the money saved me
Nigga, money is the reason that you fuck with me, ain’t it?
And even though this shit got me angry, I’mma let God fix it
‘Cause I know if I fix it, my daughter gon’ have to grow up without a father figure
I’ma end up in prison, wishing I never got into this business
It’s nothing personal, I made a business decision
I might have a job for you if you shape or you could fill the position
That’s as real as it gets
And sometimes I don’t know how to deal with this shit
I’ve been searching for the answers in my idol’s music
In his earlier days, man, I know he went through this
He got through this, I’ll get through it
Before you judge me
Check yourself before you judge me
Hey, shit could get ugly
Next time you might not be so lucky
What you want from me?
What these niggas want from me?
This is a, "Don’t fuck with me"
Hey, think twice before you fuck with me
Check yourself
Check, check, check
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Chiggity-check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Check yourself before you wreck yourself
Yeah
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Before you wreck yourself, check, check, check

Bryson Tiller – Somethin Tells Me (True To Self Album)

[Intro]
Uh huh, yeah, ayy
Uh huh, uh huh

[Chorus]
Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby

[Verse 1]
Yo’ intuition has been tellin’ you
Things that you never knew (never knew)
Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals
But still I keep it professional
Hey, laying in the bed and you acting like I can’t even touch you
I don’t know why you do that
Shower with the door open, why you do that?
Drop the towel right in front of me, you cruel
What’s goin’ on, baby, talk to me, baby
Say it to me straight, did I make a mistake?
And I can’t concentrate while you’re standing there naked
Acting strange, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby

[Verse 2]
My intuition has been telling me
Trust what you said to me
You ain’t never really felt love ’til you slept with me
I’m busy, it’s no wonder you upset with me
You found a Magnum inside of my bag
Don’t know how to explain this
That was in there way before we started dating
This the only music I hate facing, oh
Lay down, baby, I’ma take it slow
Can’t let this thing go to waste, oh no
Before we crash, hit the brakes, oh no
Call, then I got to your place, oh no
Still getting voicemail, oh no
Fuck it, leave a voicemail, oh no
Hey, looks like we’re at the end of the road

[Chorus]
Yeah, somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
Yeah somethin’ tells me
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby
We ain’t gon’ last, baby

[Outro]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I feel like you know what I’m about to say
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know what I’m about to say, huh
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Can we make it work, huh
Can we make it work
Let’s make it work
Let’s make it work, yeah
I know we can make it work
Let’s make it work
We can make it work, come on

Bryson Tiller – Always (Outro) (True To Self Album)

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, baby
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh, baby
Oh, woah

[Verse]
But I’m telling you, you know sometimes we
Sometimes we fight (oh, baby)
Sometimes we argue (oh, baby)
Know we don’t get along sometimes but (no I ain’t giving up on you)
(Baby) I could never give up on you, baby, ever
(No I ain’t giving up on you, baby)
(Hey baby, know we got a lot of work to do) Don’t you give up on me (yeah)
Only way we gon’ get through this is if we work together (oh no, no, no), for real
If we work together (oh I want you forever) we can get through this
And we could last forever, I don’t think I could get over you (oh baby)
(You will always be my baby) You were always, that’s truth, yeah

Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – XXX (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

[Skits Vicious]
We step in through your door and put the weapon to your jaw
I’m running through your shit while you’re headed for the floor
Anything that fits gets ripped i zip lock it
P-p-pickpocket ill show you what a sick fuck is

[Jay Reaper]
I get nuggets big bricks your shit plummets
I did done it done did it your bitch gutted
I’m too rugged all my [?] ya niggas is faggots
Fuckin with the dope you get damaged

[Skits Vicious]
We the badest the ugly fuck the good
They shall perish trust me knock on wood
Evil deadish cellars
Got the book got the look got em shook
Like a seesaw sucka

[Jay Reaper]
Motherfucka i never take this shit too lightly
Just try and bite me I’ma bust back in your wifey
Precisely, this life is so pricey
Now run them new motherfuckin Nikes’ nigga

[Skits Vicious]
The light beam flickers big butt strippers
Lip gloss glitters cocaine mirrors
Big buck figures, I figure you get the picture
Stick Dro Vicious and Reaper we came to rip ya

[Jay Reaper]
Stick a nigga now i got five to six figures
Sippin liquor like to get high don’t lift fingers
Cuz I’m way too lazy to be bumping your shit
I need a bump and a fifth before i jump off the cliff

[Hook X2]
When you hear the guns
Bang bang bang
You will feel your ears
Ring ring ring
You know we only talk
Slang slang slang
So you can see the chains
Bling bling bling
It’s triple x

[Fredro Starr]
Ey yo we sneak up in the crib and put the saws to your ribs
Niggas tryna figure how these niggas know where i live
I click clack with the strap we buck em down
Kids gets kidnapped no kidding don’t fuck around
It’s the griddy the grimy don’t get me mad
Buck shots in your liver will have you shit in a bag
Yo i promise cross my heart hope to die
You can’t kill the onyx my niggas multiply
A Madface pirate shiver me timbers
You don’t wanna end up on the bottom of my Timberlands
Kick the door give me the grands
Big shotguns like I’m Yosemite Sam

[Sticky Fingaz]
I ain’t scared of hell, I’ve been on fire before
I’m the alpha male I live inside of the floor
Niggas tattletale we’ll wire wire your jaw
If I’m out on bail, I’ma bail I’m fire for sure
God in the flesh possessed by the spirit in me
Bottle my sweat n sell it as an energy drink
I don’t make threats, Couldn’t tell we even had beef
But you gonna regret the day you meet the demon in me
I was born triplets but I’m the lucky fool
My pop’s told my mom’s to pick one and drown the other two
I’m out n about nigga i ain’t hard to get to
Not a word out my mouth, I let the bitch choose
Fuck rhyming its a wrap for you
I punch niggas in their face and slap them with a lawsuit
Kill you? I’m tryina keep you alive
Too see how much pain you can take before you die

[Hook X2]
When you hear the guns
Bang bang bang
You will feel your ears
Ring ring ring
You know we only talk
Slang slang slang
So you can see the chains
Bling bling bling
It’s triple x

Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Piro (feat. Dopey Rotten) (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

[Verse 1: Skits Vicious, Jay Reaper & Dopey Rotten]
What, I don’t give a fuck boy
Middle fingers up to you fuckboys
Onyx D.O.D yeah we MOB boy
D.O.P.E black rock boy
Drop boyz the illest in the ozone
No clone i be bad to the bone holmes
So stoned take a dab of the home grown
Phone home like an extraterrestrial
Out of this world bitch
Your rap shit’s terrible
Talk the talk Walk the walk oh you never do
Chop your head off then i put it on a pedestal
Clean up the tools had a scheme but you never knew
You never knew and you never will know
Crack your window take that Nintendo
Ketamin flow five high five low
Oh psycho five-o die slow
I’m a piro maniac
Ready for the sneak attack
Niggas know the Reaper back
Burning through your speaker set
We ain’t getting weaker yet
Sudden death
100 MAD
Understand
They got us living in the last days

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck
Straight from the brain I’ll be giving you the pain

[Verse 2: Fredro Starr]
(Sounds like the sounds of war)
What, We saying fuck all you bitch niggas
Guns up, we stickin all you rich niggas
Onyx D.O.D take your bitch niggas
When you see us coming better dig a ditch niggas
We put em six feet deep underground yo
(I’m going in for the kill hold me down Dro)
Ey yo i got it Stick I’ma hold it down bro
I kill em all till you won’t hear a sound yo
We black mask it, niggas get blasted
Black suits, black hearse, black caskets
Black boots, bald head, black bastards
We tear the club up niggas yeah we crashed it

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck their live shows I’ve seen better raps on gyro’s
I got that piro nigga my shit go viral
Let that five blow Dro only you and i know
Check your vitals suicide on arrival
Pull ya plug out the socket
Let this club get to poppin
Give a fuck who is watching
Push shove we drop em
I ain’t wanna do it but i did it now it’s done
And i’d do it all again cause it had to be done

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck
Straight from the brain I’ll be giving you the pain

Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Doomsday (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

[Intro: Jay Reaper]
Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
Cause your music you don’t move me
I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
We crusade from here to UK
Like a new plague Its to late
We bring it, Doomsday

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
[?]
Not with the time but she a snowflake
In the bathroom taking a coke break
Doing crooked shit to get the dough straight
Fuck a jimbo we whole weight
Pushing pounds through the whole state
I got bullets in your brain just rotate
Leave a nigga body in a cold state
Rigamortis that’s when you go against niggas orders
Electric tape like Biggie thought us
The type that’ll kidnap niggas daughters
Half my niggas is brain dead
Eyes the color blood stained red
(now is not the time for fear, that comes later)
Like Bane said

[Hook: Jay Reaper]
Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
Cause your music you don’t move me
I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
We crusade from here to UK
Like a new plague Its to late
We bring it, Doomsday

[Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
Gimmie the title I’m killin my rivals
And any beside them with evil intent
Trap it, Onyx D.O.D on it
We quick to demolish your feeble event
Read all about it we out here
[?]
Sticky and Dro fill em with holes
Vicious and Reap put em to sleep
Deadly vapors plastic tubes and respirators
Stack of paper, back to Vegas
Crack a bottle, smack a waiter
So and so they sew you up
Comatose you roasted duck
Back on the scene with a banger
Handle the heat with the hammer

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingas]
I’m still on paper fresh outta jail
No heavenly father i was raised in hell
Billy had her mother she was raised in bail
Sister around the corner selling fruit cocktails
Bitches on your knees niggas get your hands up
Whats it gonna be? either way imma bust
I’m movin overseas America is so fucked
Must’ve got drunk woke up and voted for Trump?
Its the end of the world and I’m holding a pump
Dick to your girl while she’s rolling my blunt
Drink in my hand while I’m slappin her butt
If its doomsday imma go nuts
Take you apart see what you’re made of
Playing a part, your whole life’s made up
Take out your heart, see what your brain does
Soon its death what you afraid of?

[Outro: Jay Reaper]
Ey yo move mate I’m getting moody
Cause your music you don’t move me
I’m in the mood today to just shoot away
Nigga too cray Paul Mooney
Ya bitch niggas just tomb raid em
We crusade from here to UK
Like a new plague Its to late
We bring it, Doomsday

Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Don’t Sleep (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

[Intro: Jay Reaper]
Dope D.O.D., Onyx
One, two, yeah we comin’ for your crew
Three, four, my niggas knocking on your door
Five, six, we’re pissed and we’re equiped
Seven, eight, nine, ten, we comin supper special

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]
I hear you motherfuckers is testin’ me
They, wanna get the best of me
Best believe they won’t let me breathe
So I need a little stress relief
I need little extra cheese
I need little extra weed
Before I lose my shit and make you bitch ass nigga rest in peace
Goddamn! Put the gun in my hand
Nigga I’mma blam like a massacre stand off
I’mma shut your straps so you can’t talk
Nigga that check, hand off
I never been a fan, no
Rip that ass, I’m like handcuffed
These niggas is brain washed
That’s why we’re going hard and you stay soft

[Verse 2: Skits Vicious]
Freddy Krueger left the building
Jason took the kids to camp
Trick or treat I pull the heat and show you how to rob a bank
Michael Myers came for Christmas
Chucky had some different plans
Guess that means I’m next in land to catch you with an empty tank
I’m a motherfucker monster bitch, lay eggs bigger than an ostrich
Oyster slam on my upper lip
Plastic Glock with a box of bricks
Hardcore crew with a bunch of hits
What’s that ringing with a hundred chicks
No one back when she cross the bridge
They all lay flat when I pop the clip

[Verse 3: Fredro Starr]
Smoking blunts with Ted Bundy
Charles Manson drinking [?]
Tell me what’s your sign bitch, I’m the Zodiac Killer
Yeah I’m the lady killer, bitches call me Jack Ripper
Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer ’cause I’m eating all you niggas
Shittin’ on niggas colides to me
Put a cut on your face like a apostrophe
Get a gun, I ain’t no boxer
To be .38 fucking straighten your posture G
I’ll make a catastrophe, get skeet up with a ski mask for me
A runaway slave with a master keys
Fuck the world, you’re going after me
Crying for a day, yeah purge’s back
Killing these niggas with these murder raps
[?] on niggas, yeah [?]’s back
Push a nigga fucking wig further back
People’s always told me I ain’t shit
You know what bitch? I ain’t shit
Put a gun to your head, now watch your brain
That’s what I’m painting that wall with

[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz]
Hmmm, what’s worse than killing you?
Let you live, life would be miserable
Look at you, you’re fucking pitiful
Stop, know we niggas bringing death to you
Beat with fists on tell who running
Think of your child, what you wanna do for it?
Your face, my fist or get a gun
Think you know me? Just get you a blunt
God struck you punch, dudes see me up
Niggas do a lot of sound for a loot or money
Squad must be runnin’, they ain’t see it coming
Niggas give it up or they ain’t getting shit from me
Hocus pocus, you should be gone
Abracadabra now you see, now you don’t
I’ll make you disappear right into thin air
Shoot you in Hell with this sawn off right here

Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Psychopath (feat. Snak The Ripper) (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

[Verse 1: Skits Vicious]
I’m a psychopath lighting a flare during bible class
Torching the teachers ass to all the screams and laughs
Smashing your face with a brick of hash
I got a clique of bats, stick a fag, figure fast killers
Cash skitter, mad iller, grin is gold plated
Grass spinner, glass sniffer, triple x rated
Shaded in my tree hut
Pop you in your peanuts
Rob you from your jewels
Get it sucka now you see blood
When the moon’s full me and sticky team up
And give it to you raw in ways a bully couldn’t dream of
I got that dope and a spoon for you to heat up
Now let me show you hell
You’ll feel a little sting love
Pull up in the pickup with the bloody bumper
Spaghetti monster the booth is like a bunker
I won’t flinch when i slit this wrist
Get the digits bitch
Triple six six six

[Verse 2: Fredro Starr]
And these bitches think I’m psycho
I got a dark mind cause Khaled turned off my lights bro
So everyday to me is a fuckin light show
The psycho, picking up hitchhiker’s up on my motorcycle
Don’t give a fuck if you niggas like us
Your bitches like us
Get thrown in the ditch with the fuckin hitchhiker’s
A few bodies in the ditches
I’m in a dark room with the negative
Trying to make pictures
Fuck tryin to think positive im done
I’m a doomsday prepper a whole closet with guns
I’m fuckin stressed like waiting for deposits to come
Your bitch face, is where i deposit my cum
See I’m sick in the head, I’m sick, psychopathic
This murderscene sight is so graphic
Crime for a day, yeah the purge is back
I’m killin these niggas with these murder raps

[Verse 3: Snak The Ripper]
Yo I’m a psychopath loaded’s how the rifles blasts
Sippin’ on some NyQuil no one knows how long the night will last
Told yo momma she was fat and now she wants to lipo fast
Kissing on her cellulite i take a shit she wipes my ass
A sight to see, enemies wanna stick a knife in me
Rightfully, cause every verse I’m spitting it delightfully
A couple bloody carcasses rotting in the parking lot
Start the clock, don’t really matter if its dark or not
I’ll cap you in the afternoon ain’t worried about no witnesses
Ever since a baby i was diagnosed with sicknesses
Pull the teeth out of the skull
Ain’t nobody as sick as this
Can’t identify exactly who the fuckin victim is
I used to eat fish heads locked up in the attic
Started with a joint but now I’m probably an addict
They wanna see me quit but i just keep on keeping at it
They tried to learn in manually i kill it automatic (braaap)

Alt-J – 3WW (Relaxer Album)

[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1: Gus Unger-Hamilton]
There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
The ground to be his bed
The sky his awning

[Verse 2: Joe Newman]
Neon, neon, neon
A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
Cows surround so you lean on, lean on
So much your hugs become hold ons

[Chorus: Joe Newman + Gus Unger-Hamilton]
Oh, these three worn words
Oh, that we whisper
Like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language

[Verse 3: Joe Newman]
Well, that smell of sex
Good like burning wood
The wayward lad lay claim
To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
Who left a note when dawn came

[Bridge: Ellie Rowsell]
Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi)
The road erodes at five feet per year
Along England’s east coastline
Was this your first time?
Love is just a button we pressed
Last night by the campfire

[Chorus: Joe Newman + Ellie Rowsell]
Oh, these three worn words
Oh, that we whisper
Like the rubbing hands
Of tourists in Verona
I just want to love you in my own language

Alt-J – In Cold Blood (Relaxer Album)

[Verse 1]
01110011
Crying zeros and I’m hearing 111s
Cut my somersault; sign my backflip
Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer
Kiss me

[Verse 2]
Hair the way the sun really wants it to be
Whiskey soda, please, your G&T’s empty
Jeff’s inflatables have sunk to the bottom
Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer
Kiss me

[Bridge]
Cali, let’s dive, dive down
To the pool’s bottom where we belong
Cali, you’re sinking like a bleeding stone
All above crowd around, so fucking loud

[Chorus]
Mr Caspian’s killer told me so
(Lalalala-la-la)
Heard it down on the radio
(Lalalala-lalala)
My pool, summer, summer, pool, summer vibes killed
In cold blood

[Verse 3]
01110011
Crying zeros and I’m hearing 111s
Lifeless back slaps the surface of the pool
Pool, killer, killer, pool, pool, killer
Kiss me

[Chorus]
Mr Caspian’s killer told me so
(Lalalala-la-la)
Heard it down on the radio
(Lalalala-lalala)
My pool, summer, summer, pool, summer vibes killed
In cold blood

[Outro]
Lalalala-la-la
(In cold blood, in cold blood)
Lalalala-la-la
Lalalala-la-la
(In cold blood)
Lalalala-la-la
(Caspian’s killer told me so)
Lalalala-la-la
Lalalala-la-la
(Caspian’s killer told me so)
Lalalala-la-la
Lalalala-la-la
Lalalala-la-la
In cold blood

Alt-J – House Of The Rising Sun (Relaxer Album)

[Verse 1]
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor soul
And, Lord, my father’s one

[Verse 2]
My mother, she’s a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
To keep my gambling father drunk
Deep down in New Orleans

[Chorus 1]
It’s a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day

[Verse 3]
Like a bird flying over forest fire
My father feels the heat beneath his wings
And in debt he leaves for another town
Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks

[Verse 4]
My mother hides from pleasure
And thinks of Father on her knees
Lifted in the arms of God
Away from New Orleans

[Chorus 2]
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day

Alt-J – Hit Me Like That Snare (Relaxer Album)

[Verse 1]
I’m at the door at a quarter to four
Poppers popping baby might take some more
I’m fucking loose, you’re gorgeous, I don’t care
Come closer, baby, slap me like that snare

[Verse 2]
‘Moon Shaped Pool’ plays in the velvet cell
Green neon sign reading "Welcome to Hell"
Leather slings fall like oxygen masks
We’re going down, fuck my life in half

[Verse 3]
School of magic, with brooms and wands
Pairs of people tugging like hungry dogs
For bone, baby, in the house of slithering
Floor full of happy wizards scissoring

[Verse 4]
I don’t subscribe to your cultural norms
My church’s doctrine has lost it’s charm
Rise above the gloom of the jungle floor
Hit me like that snare, more, more, more

[Verse 6]
I don’t subscribe to your cultural norms
My church’s doctrine has lost its charm
Family matters, I couldn’t agree more
This is my family fisting me on the floor

[Verse 7]
Regret my safe word, one to ten in Japanese
At the party, carpet burning my knees
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
(ichi, ni, san, shi, go, roku, nana, hachi, kyu, jyuu)
Ichi, ni, san, go, roku, nana, hachi, kyu, jyuu
Ichi, ni, san, go, roku, nana, hachi, kyu, jyuu
(*Japanese Dialogue*)

[Outro]
We are dangerous teenagers
We are dangerous teenagers
Fuck you, I’ll do what I want to do
Fuck you, I’ll do what I want to do
Fuck you, I’ll do what I want to do
Fuck you, I’ll do what I want to do

Alt-J – Deadcrush (Relaxer Album)

[Verse 1]
Extraordinarily pretty teeth
Beauty lingers out of reach
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh
Man Ray went cray cray over you
Capturing but never captured
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back, dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Verse 2]
Anna Bolina
Maid of honour
Not your sister, fearful temper
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh
Unknown artist
Took your likeness
Henry Tudor left you lifeless
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh

[Interlude 1]
Keepa, keepa, keepa, keep me damn down
Let it low
Let me know where you go
Papa, papa, papa
Get me down
Deep, deep down
Pablo, let me know

[Interlude 2]
If you don’t have the ace of hearts
My dear, you’re a lost man
Falcon for you, Anna, from the left arm of the falconer
Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna L’Arlésienne

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back, dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back, dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

Alt-J – Adeline (Relaxer Album)

[Verse 1]
Ooh, my Adeline, ooh
Down in Tasmania
Where the devil’s jaws are far too weak
To tear you away

[Chorus 1]
Ooh, I wish you well
I wish you well
I wish you well
I wish you well

[Verse 2]
Ooh, my Adeline
I watch your morning swim again
Ooh, Kodachrome blue sky
Strokes from patch to warm patch
My sweet Adeline

[Chorus 2]
Ooh, I wish you well (My Adeline)
I wish you well
I wish you well (My Adeline)
I wish you well

[Verse 3]
And the old triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the Royal Canal
My Adeline was swimming; sweet Adeline was singing
To the tune of the Royal Canal

[Bridge]
She’s a swim, swimmer
Swimmer, swimmer
Swim, swimmer
Swimmer, swimmer

[Verse 3]
And the old triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the Royal Canal
My Adeline was swimming; sweet Adeline was singing
To the tune of the Royal Canal

[Chorus 3]
I wish her well (My Adeline)
I wish her well
I wish her well (My Adeline)
I wish her well
I wish her well