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Vic Mensa – Rage

[Intro]
Command, we’ve lost control
The engine’s bound to crash
The lightning strikes went bright
Do not go gently…
It’s just my luck
You shot my bluff down from a thousand miles
I’m falling fast
I’m falling fast

[Chorus]
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

[Verse 1]
I always wondered whether leaving meant something deeper than freedom
To be able to see everything I see when I’m sleeping
Niggas waking up with no job, no mob lynching, we still hangin’
White man telling niggas to ball like Phil Jackson
Pray to Jordan, the play was enough to put up the bail
And a train don’t stop and we ain’t have to ride the rails
Gas in the tank, hardly enough to make it home
They say home is where the hate is, I’m from where they kill their own
Probably film it on their phone, a generation addicted
To technology, the problems we face, it’s so conflicted
To take the burning road and just roll with the punches
Niggas thought I was gone, I Derrick Rose from the trenches
Same fences we jumped as a shorty still in the way
Sometimes I wish I could fly far, far away
Where my sins fall down like pouring rain
Almost slipped my knot, hope I don’t fall again
Standing on my feet, feel so small to look into space
It’s heavy just to stare up there and wonder what waits
So much we still don’t understand, still right in front of our face
I light a match, for the jets

[Chorus]
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to blaze into the light
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
But boy, you’re fine, you’re fine
I want you to rage into the night
I want you to know, know you’re right
Before your final flight
Before your final flight
Racing, racing, red eyes are burning rogue

[Bridge]
Riding a burning road
Running low, not a soul who could know
It’s every man who swept the burning ashes from the road

[Verse 2]
I pull the halloween pistol out of the trunk
Inside my mouth, if it was real, but I would dunk
That’s fucking dumb
How many thousand of kids would like to have mine?
Without a clue about the times I gave my life to have time
I’m tired of waiting
Tired of chasing pills that I’m tired of taking
Tired of court cases, tired of judges
Tired of saying "Fuck it"
Tired of balling around the present, decided this shit’s a gift
Two shots to life, only got one to live
You could lose it any night
Or down it in a fit
Or win a championship game
As a man, I feel pain
As a king, I feel reign
Ask me how I deal with fame
As I write you from my basement
The cards ain’t changed yet
Niggas on 47, still dealing the same shit
Rocks, blow
Ducking cops and clothes
Came into the world naked
Now I’m in all this BAPE shit
Tryna buy a Rolex, can’t even face time
I feel like it’s all wasted
The underground getting wasted
I spent 1500 on these bottles and this table
I shake it before I pop, I promise I’m not stable
But that boy do got horse power
Ignore hours
These days I lose track of days
Been years since I felt this way
Count on me to rage

[Outro]
Before the final flight
Before the final flight
I want you to rage
I want you to know, know you’re right

The Vamps – Paper Hearts (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
There’s a lot of things that I may not know
But missing you baby is the only thing I know, I know
And who am I to say what the future holds?
But missing you baby is the only thing I know, I know

[Chorus]
If my heart was paper, I’d fold it
Throw it to the wind and just hope it ends up with you
I’d sign it with love from me to you
I’d try to be cool, but my feelings, they don’t allow me to
And all that I ask, is that at least you write me back
I’m waiting
Here’s my paper heart, won’t you hold it, hold it?

[Verse 2]
Said you needed space, so I gave you time
A year’s gone by and I’m thinking you’re still mine, in my mind
And I’ve written you this letter like a hundred times to start a conversation that we should have had that night
I tried

[Chorus]
If my heart was paper, I’d fold it
Throw it to the wind and just hope it ends up with you
I’d sign it with love from me to you
I’d try to be cool, but my feelings, they don’t allow me to
And all that I ask, is that at least you write me back
I’m waiting
Here’s my paper heart, won’t you hold it, hold it?

[Bridge]
Flying through fields all the same
Hoping one day it will land
And end up with you

[Chorus]
I’d sign it with love from me to you
I’d try to be cool, but my feelings, they won’t allow me to
And all that I ask, is that at least you write me back
I’m waiting
Here’s my paper heart
I just hope it ends up with you
I’d sign it with love from me to you
I’d try to be cool, but my feelings, they don’t allow me to
And all that I ask, is that at least you write me back
I’m waiting
Here’s my paper heart, won’t you hold it, hold it?
Hold it, hold it

[Outro]
There’s a lot of things that I may not know
But missing you baby is the only thing I know, I know

PSY – Love (feat. Taeyang)

What we need is love
What we need is love

딱 잘라 말해 이분법으로 갈라 말해
선과 악, 명과 암, 다수와 다르다고
그걸 틀리다고 말해
나의 어린 날에 세상이 알려준 건 차례
나서지 마 나대지 마
튀어난 못은 망치에 맞는다고 하네

콩 한쪽도 나눠먹어라
두 배가 되니 기쁨을 나눠라
근데 성공을 어찌 나누랴
혹시 그래서 배가 아픈가
다른 걸 틀리다고 하니
너 빼고 다 틀린거니
샘하고 시샘하고 uh~

세상이 우릴 모욕하고
때로는 우릴 모독하고
결국 세상을 욕하고
그래서 우린 고독하고

What we need is love
What we need is love
What we need is love

나의 반성문 반성은 세상이 준 선물
남들 탓 세상 탓 적을 알고
나를 알면 내거야 전리품
나의 장점은 툭하면 망극한 성은
고마워 미안해 두 가지만
제때제때 하면 걸로 인생 끝

누울 자리 보고 누워라
눈치가 없으면 보고 배워라
돈조심 입조심 술조심
조심조심하다 인생 끝날라
부러우면 지는 거라 하니
넌 일생 언제 이기니
샘하고 시샘하고 uh~

세상이 우릴 모욕하고
때로는 우릴 모독하고
결국 세상을 욕하고
그래서 우린 고독하고

What we need is love
What we need is love
What we need is love

워~ 입에 담기조차 힘든 말을 담어
한번 뱉고 나면 못 주워 담어
살다가보면 너무나 많은 상처를
서로 주고 받아
모든 사람들이 내 맘 같지 않아
나 자신조차도 내 맘 같지 않아
원인은 너고 범인은 나야
세상을 탓하지 말어

세상이 우릴 모욕하고
때로는 우릴 모독하고
결국 세상을 욕하고
그래서 우린 고독하고

What we need is love
What we need is love
What we need is love
What we need is love

kirstin – Naked

Take off my heels, put on my shield
(For your eyes, your eyes only)
Then oh my god, showing my cards
(For your eyes, your eyes only)
Basking underneath your lips, I’m feelin’ it
Takin’ off my camouflage to let you in
All my dirty secrets, imma let you see tonight

[Chorus]
With you I’m naked baby even with my clothes off
It’s crazy how you keep on breaking these walls
You could strip away my fears and take it all off (all off)
(Your eyes, your eyes only)
With you I’m naked baby even with my clothes off
It’s crazy how you keep on breaking these walls
You could strip away my fears and take it all off (all off)
(Your eyes, your eyes only)
Whisper my name, tell me to stay
(Your arms, your arms hold me)
here in the dark, so close to my heart
(Your arms, your arms only)
Basking underneath your lips, I’m feelin’ it
Takin’ off my camouflage to let you in
All my dirty secrets, imma let you see tonight

[Chorus]
With you I’m naked baby even with my clothes off
It’s crazy how you keep on breaking these walls
You could strip away my fears and take it all off (all off)
(Your eyes, your eyes only)
With you I’m naked baby even with my clothes off
It’s crazy how you keep on breaking these walls
You could strip away my fears and take it all off (all off)
(Your eyes, your eyes only)
(With you I’m naked baby) hey
(With you I’m naked baby) ahhhh
(With you I’m naked baby) You naked baby yeah

[Chorus]
With you I’m naked baby even with my clothes off
It’s crazy how you keep on breaking these walls
You could strip away my fears and take it all off (all off)
(Your eyes, your eyes only)
With you I’m naked baby even with my clothes off
It’s crazy how you keep on breaking these walls
You could strip away my fears and take it all off (all off)
(Your eyes, your eyes only)

SonReal – Problems

[Verse 1]
I’ve met with the angels
Danced with the devil in my head, and that’s okay
I’ve tried to be the strongest
When I was the weakest inside, and that’s okay

[Pre-Chorus]
I will wake up, on my homies sofa
Weight all on my shoulders
All for this dream tonight, dream tonight
I would fake it, hide from my mistakes
But fears, I had to face them just to be here tonight

[Chorus]
We’ve all got something to offer
Everybody got a dream
Everyone’s got some problems, not just ones you see
Everyone’s got some falling, everybody needs to speak
Everybody’s got some problems, not just you and me
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems

[Verse 2]
We’ve tried
There’s nothing wrong with being wrong sometimes
Just not me
Goodbye to all them L’s I took last year
I’m on mine, J-O-B

[Pre-Chorus]
I will wake up, on my homies sofa
Weight all on my shoulders
All for this dream tonight, dream tonight
I would fake it, hide from my mistakes
But fears, I had to face them just to be here tonight

[Chorus]
We’ve all got something to offer
Everybody got a dream
Everyone’s got some problems, not just ones you see
Everyone’s got some falling, everybody needs to speak
Everybody’s got some problems, not just you and me
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems

[Pre-Chorus]
I will wake up, on my homies sofa
Weight all on my shoulders
All for this dream tonight, dream tonight
I would fake it, hide from my mistakes
But fears, I had to face them just to be here tonight

[Chorus]
We’ve all got something to offer
Everybody got a dream
Everyone’s got some problems, not just ones you see
Everyone’s got some falling, everybody needs to speak
Everybody’s got some problems, not just you and me
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems
Everybody’s got some problems, problems

Rory Fresco – Involved

[Chorus]
I might put your hoe to bed
If that’s your hoe you might want to keep her close
I don’t want to take it there
I hit it split it now I won’t pick up the phone no more
I hit decline when I see you call
I’m on the grind I don’t need to talk
I’ve got no time for me to be involved
You hit my line and I won’t see your call

[Verse]
Don’t you call me this late
I don’t answer past 10
How you like me these days
You ain’t like me back then
You were my sweet escape
I was feeling trapped in
You was feeling blocked off
Then a nigga popped off
Now a nigga cop lofts
Spend it for the shit I lost
Now a nigga top dog
Now a nigga get a lot of dough
Shit you told me was impossible
Where you told me I would never go
Jewelry looking like a pot of gold
Now them bitties call me Hollywood
I didn’t hit it but I probably could
I’ve been trying to get a big check
I’m that nigga with the hits, yes
I’m that nigga in the Midwest
I’m the one that got your bitch wet

[Interlude]
I’m that nigga where I come from and I’m probably that nigga where you come from to my nigga
Ya dig
I’m getting this money
Bitch boy

[Chorus]
I might put your hoe to bed
If that’s your hoe you might want to keep her close
I don’t want to take it there
I hit it split it now I won’t pick up the phone no more
I hit decline when I see you call
I’m on the grind I don’t need to talk
I’ve got no time for me to be involved
You hit my line and I won’t see your call

Passenger – Vincent (Cover)

[Verse 1]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness of my soul
Shadows on the hill
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

[Chorus]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Verse 2]
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
And the colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

[Chorus]
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They did not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

[Bridge]
For they could not love you
Still your love was true
How when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

[Verse 3]
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless head on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
Oh the ragged men in the ragged clothes
And the silver thorn of bloody rose
Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow

[Outro]
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They did not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

Leela James – Hard For Me

The more I give you
The more you want in return
I try to show you love

But you don’t wanna learn
What’s the point of this
If we can’t get it right
Ah baby
Can’t you see that I need you in my life
Baby

Don’t make it hard for me baby
I just wanna love you
Let me love you, love you
Let me love you 3x

Why you make it so hard for me baby
And why you push me so far, away
Baby
Can’t you see that I’m
Always down for you
I ride or die for ya
Give my life for ya
Can’t you treat me the same way too
Baby, Oh oh

I don’t wanna fight with you
No, not tonight
I don’t wanna cry about it
(no tears no tears)
But what am I supposed to do
Cause we can’t be together like this
You know I love you
(yes I do)
But if you keep on
Taking me through this
I’ll do what I have to do
Say goodbye to you
I’ll get over you you you you

King Combs – Fuck The Summer Up

[Chorus]
Niggas in trouble when the summer come
I’m about to fuck the whole summer up
Niggas ain’t the same when they come to us
You was never gang, you ain’t one of us
Niggas in trouble when the summer come
I’m about to fuck the whole summer up
Niggas ain’t the same when they come to us
You was never gang, you ain’t one of us

[Verse 1]
C3 take the top off it
See the whips, but they not yours
See your girl, take the lock off it
I’m on everything like hot sauce
CYN, we been movin’
Before Ben we been boomin’
Lifestyle look like movies
Dabbin’ on ’em like Cam Newton
Your girl said you was a cheap skate
Send your ass to get some cheesecake
Straight from Junior’s out in BK
You ain’t never seen Philippe plates
Fill this safe, I don’t leave space
Got to get it, I run it up
Flood the streets like Katrina
I’m about to fuck the summer up

[Chorus]
Niggas in trouble when the summer come
I’m about to fuck the whole summer up
Niggas ain’t the same when they come to us
You was never gang, you ain’t one of us
Niggas in trouble when the summer come
I’m about to fuck the whole summer up
Niggas ain’t the same when they come to us
You was never gang, you ain’t one of us

[Verse 2]
You ain’t talkin’ about New York
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout Chris
Tell them niggas stop rappin’
We don’t play on the same mix
You don’t got the swag like this
You don’t got the bag like this
My whole catalog platinum
Straight hits, no miss
Pops said if I want the crown
Then I got to go to work for it
Better pray, go to church for it
I’m on the wave, get a surfboard
Overheard a nigga that was talkin’ down
Had to go send a hearse for him
Had to go send a verse for him
Now his homies had to learn for him
Play this shit for my young niggas
Watch the city do the Milly Rock
Matter fact, got the city hot
I could bring back the Diddy Bop
CYN n SNL
Yeah they know when we in the spot
Bad Boy 2.0, that’s more hits for your head top

[Chorus]
Niggas in trouble when the summer come
I’m about to fuck the whole summer up
Niggas ain’t the same when they come to us
You was never gang, you ain’t one of us
Niggas in trouble when the summer come
I’m about to fuck the whole summer up
Niggas ain’t the same when they come to us
You was never gang, you ain’t one of us
Niggas in trouble when the summer come
I’m about to fuck the whole summer up
Niggas ain’t the same when they come to us
You was never gang, you ain’t one of us
Niggas in trouble when the summer come
I’m about to fuck the whole summer up
Niggas ain’t the same when they come to us
You was never gang, you ain’t one of us

Jacob Banks – Part Time Love

[Verse 1]
Put down your megaphone, my dear
10-4, we hear you loud and clear
Mr. Daniels makes you so sincere
When the morning comes, you forget why we are here

[Chorus]
Part time love
You come in every shade of blue
Mm, part time love
I’m always running back to you

[Verse 2]
Oh, you keep singing that melody my dear
Loudly for the whole world to hear
Get you a red dress and a black limousine
Shooting down Broadway
Yeah, you’re living out your dreams
It’s friendly fire, oh, I’m not the enemy, oh no
I’ll walk the wire, but I ain’t no Billy Jean

[Chorus]
Part time love
You come in every shade of blue
Mm, part time love
I’m always running back to you

[Outro]
Oh, part time love
You come in every shade of blue

Jack Johnson – My Mind Is For Sale (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Well, I heard the blinker’s on
I heard we’re changing lanes
I heard he likes to race
I heard that six or seven words he likes to use
Are always in bad taste
And I heard that Monday’s just a word we say
Every seven times around
And then we pin the tail on Tuesday
Watch those strings go up and down
The elephant in the room begins to dance
The cameras zoom into
His mouth begins to move
Those hateful words he uses

[Chorus]
I don’t care for your paranoid
Us against them walls
I don’t care for your careless
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all

[Verse 2]
And all the real estate in my is for sale
It’s all been subdivided
Divided into reasons why
My two opposing thoughts at once are fine
The residue from the price tag
On the tip of my tongue
The words don’t come they go
How many likes I gotta get
Before I know the truth
And the truth is
Season three will be a great reason
To forget all about reality’s
A slippery slope
Watch the TV scream and shout it

[Chorus]
I don’t care for your paranoid
Us against them fearful kind of walls
I don’t care for your careless
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all

[Verse 3]
Now I heard the blinker’s on
I heard we’re changing lanes
I heard we need more space
I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste
It’s absurd to believe that we might
Deserve anything
As if its balanced in the end
And the good guys always win

[Chorus]
I don’t care for your paranoid
Us against them fearful kind of walls
I don’t care for your careless
Me first gimme gimme appetite
With the residue from the price tag
On those two opposing thoughts in my mind
Us against them fearful kind of walls

Hey Violet – Hoodie (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
You’d probably think I was psychotic (if you knew)
What I still got in my closet (sad but true)
Slip it on over my shoulders
Something I’ll never get over
It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t keep your love
I can’t keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this

[Chorus]
I’m still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your…

[Verse 2]
I used to put my hand in your pockets (holding on)
The smell of your cologne still on it (but you’re still gone)
Slip it on over my shoulders
Someone I’ll never get over
Makes me feel a little bit closer to you

[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t keep your love
I can’t keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this

[Chorus]
I’m still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your…

[Bridge]
If you want it back
If you want it back
I’m here waiting
Come take it back
Come take it back
If you want it back
If you want it back
I’m here waiting
Come take it back
Come take it back

[Chorus]
I’m still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I’m still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I’m still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I’m still rocking your hoodie

CupcakKe – Barcodes

[Verse 1]
Pay for the day if you wanna play
In the room it’s a bed and Febreeze spray
Use protection when I sell it like my doctor say
This man all in my ear like some Dr Dre’s
He said “when can I get that wet stuff?”
I said “when can I get that check stub?”
Next week? Aw damn that’s messed up
Well now I’m on my period, whole time it’s ketchup
Call me a hoe on the go tryna get my dough
I don’t handout pussy that’s like handing out gold
Cause a twat could sellout just like my shows
Might auction this pussy the highest bidder it’s sold

[Chorus]
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Let’s go

[Verse 2]
Can’t fuck me for nothing man I gotta get something
Tryna gas my head up I told him “keep on pumping”
Not coming unless he come with plenty, plenty commas
Take me to the Bahamas, and let’s eat Benihana’s
Until then naw, raise up your drawers
Money gotta be longer than a White House hall
Just to get close to me
That’s how it’s supposed to be
I’m tryna fuck for a buck not make love to Jodeci
Got money but I wanna multiply it with yours
Clean a nigga wallet out like I’m doing my chores
Play niggas or get played, bitch I always score
Walk yo ass around my car and come and open my door

[Chorus]
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Let’s go

[Bridge]
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
P-p-pussy
P-p-pussy
P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-pussy
Pussy ain’t free
Pussy ain’t free

[Chorus]
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Pussy ain’t free I might have to charge more
Check numbers gotta be looking like barcodes
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Pay the damn price or go home to your wife
I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice
Let’s go

Lil Wayne – Dinnertime (Unreleased)

[Verse 1]
Okay, come be my appetizer
My fruit, my apple cider, my colada
My papaya, how you want it?
I told the waiter what i wanted
I told him don’t bring me a plate
If it dont have a rapper on it
Chef ancient on the beat
And me im just snacking on it
Yeah, im eating with my hands
Im gonna need a napkin, homie
You looking like a glazed pig
With an apple on it
Imma need a snapple, homie
And another after, homie
Snap crackle, homie
There goes another rapper
Consider that bologna
You are just a macaroni
In my tuna casserole
Im getting fat and you bony
You looking like nicole
Richie call me biggie
I got faith and soul
Bowl of french of fries
Tellem bonjour
Boy, I eat your food
Hot and cold
And im no where near full

[Verse 2]
Good cuz I’m bout hungrier than a motherfucka
Finger lickin good never been a thumb sucker
I eat your ass good never leave a crumb sucka
Never been a club hopper I’m a club jumper
That mean I get the club jumping I’m grubbin
Rappers say hello wayne I reply what up supper
I could fry your ass up a saute
Marinade ya all day
I like my shit saute
Cuz all the rappers salty
Cuz all the rappers fault me
For being the best of all thee
Rappers call on me
Cuz I’m the best rapper rappin
Rappers you can call me
Thee best rapper rappin
I’m a dog I’m a beast
I’m a feast
Carter get it in order
Order me I oughta be an artery
Cuz im a bloody buzzin b
Im a beast I at least
Should get a piece of that pie
Before I die
Because I if no one else deserve
Where is my dessert?

[Verse 3]
Yes, this is dessert
For his and hers
I’ll take his her
Kiss her
Make her pussy purr
Wet zipper
Never tip her
Never fall in love with a stripper
Like strawberries I dip her
In whip cream, I whip her
I let her melt then sip her
Like sizzurp, I’m trying to quit the sizzurp
Cuz moms say quit the sizzurp
But my auntie mom trippin, she’s a tripper
And I can eat you quicker
But I’m gonna take my time with it
Like a 3 legged cake I gotta climb in it
But ain’t shit sweet when I’m in it
When im in it, I told her you gonna miss me
If i hit it
I’m done with it
And can’t one else can do what I done with it
Not what I done did it
My tongue drippin
Feed me rappers or feed me beats

[Digests]

Young Mula Baby

Felly – Hotel Room

Turn up everything in my headphones please

[Verse]
Gone with the beat, gone with the motherfucking beat
Gone with the motherfucking bag in the street, bag in the street, bag in the street

Pffft, ah
Gone, gone through the day
Going, think I hada make pace
I ain’t got much but I like it that way
I was sad one day then everything change

Pffft, fake
Fake as the snakes
Y’all thinkin’ that a boy Drake
I ain’t got stress yo I’m makin’ shit bang
I ain’t got mills but I sure can sang
Man I sure can-

Pfff, fresh
Fresh as the breeze
Cold as my chick when she leave
Hoes wanna roll when I spit a 16
And the kid gon’ ball don’t you worry ’bout me
But the boy so-

Tttt, tight
Tight with the mic
Thinkin that im wrong when im right
They be gettin’ off to songs I don’t like
And I hop off the plane askin’ if this is real life
Man this is real?

Psshh, cold
Cold as the breeze
Y’all like summer ’16
Bitch lookin’ bad and she all on her knees
She got hit a g, she got hit a g
?

Pshhh, black
Black as the night
As sweet as a peach when it ripe
You could get a feature they gon’ pay you no mind
And the touch down real this is who I like

[Chorus]
I keep an all-star bitch in my arms
I fell in love, I’m like what have I done
And I’ll be gone by the morning sun
I leave it all in the hotel room

I keep an all-star bitch in my arms
I fell in love, I’m like what have I done
And I’ll be gone by the morning sun
I leave it all in the hotel room, in the hotel room

Stuck in these hotels
Lovin’ on these hoes still
Swear these ones know me so well
?…

Euroz – It All Depends

[Verse 1]
Pull up looking like a lit
Still left with all my shit
I be all in the VIP
Nigga downing Henny ion’t take sips
Wondering how I got here
Don’t take a guess, take a risk
See a little how I’m living, get a glimpse
Niggas swear they hot I am not convinced
Kicking back, blunts rolled all piff
If it ain’t the Forbes fuck y’all list
Velcro on my RPM door that’s how I’m coming off the rip
Nigags can’t see him but it an’t no tint
Talking reckless till I see you now you tense
Niggas know who the ruler is
Ain’t I still ain’t gave no boys an inch
It’s just really me, it ain’t an act
Still sticking to the script
King got his hands all on the game
When I leave you see my prints taking over
Why them niggas take offence?
It don’t cost shit to pay attention
Even though they hate to see us
Niggas up less this shit a straight legend

[Pre-Hook]
Oh now it makes sense, wooh
I finally put it together
Bad times call for great weed
Nigga feeling good living better
I been through too much not to win
I need somewhere wet to fall up in
The fuck shit, I can’t get caught up in
I swear this shit day to day it all depends, man

[Hook]
It all depends
If I’ma blow a bag it all depends
If I’m blowing gas it all depends
Who I’m going at it all depends, yeah
If I’ma fuck something it all depends
Did I do enough stunting? It all depends
Ion’t know I swear this shit all depends

[Verse 2]
Niggas be high as the Himalayas
For some this shit hard the hymn a layer
Don’t get it now you gon get it later
All indy but this shit is major
From the bottom this shit you can’t top though
I got the title I’m not Hov
Fuck what you heard I’m the honcho
Like sliding doors they behind homes
Ain’t no hoes in my storage
But throughout it you can tell that it got holes
Paradise on Earth while I’m here
Is there a heaven? Hell if I know
Keep bells on me like a bible
Live on my term that’s final
Lord knows where I’m heading
Might mean going to war with my idols
And I did the sentence way back
No you can’t erase that typo
Smoke and drive all these streets
Yeah I’ll forever take the high road
They say for the weak, only the strong survive
Live by AI code
You can get cash and keep it lowkey
They still hate on the high note

[Pre-Hook]
Oh now it makes sense, wooh
I finally put it together
Bad times call for great weed
Nigga feeling good living better
I been through too much not to win
I need somewhere wet to fall up in
The fuck shit, I can’t get caught up in
I swear this shit day to day it all depends, man

[Hook]
It all depends
If I’ma blow a bag it all depends
If I’m blowing gas it all depends
Who I’m going at it all depends, yeah
If I’ma fuck something it all depends
Did I do enough stunting? It all depends
Ion’t know I swear this shit all depends

Angel Haze – No Limits

[Intro]
I asked you the other day to give me five major things that you are willing to let go in order to claim your victory over your life. What are the five things you are willing to let go of?

My ego. Fear. Uh…attachment to toxic things in my life. Negativity. Crutches, all of my crutches. And my past

[Chorus]
Risk being uncomfortable to become unstoppable
I’m just different (I’m just) I’m just different
I risk all of my fake friends just to go handle my business
Yeah I’m just different
Ay y’all bear with me, bear with me
I risk ego, pride, fear, disguise and days spent pretending
Yeah I’m not different, but I’ve got ambition
And I risk everything that I got
Just to make sure y’all get it
That I’m so different (I’m so different)
I don’t have to fit in
What the fuck is that?

Power!
Spirit!
Healing!
No limits, no limits, I say
Power!
Feel it! (Love)
Heal it! (Love)
That’s no limits, that’s no limits ahh!

[Verse 1]
I’m all about love
And synergy focus the energy
[?] Face what’s been hindering all of my gifts
Like I’m trapped in my centerpiece
Life was just peaches well fuck it
I’m Jiminy Crickets
Whenever I ask who contending me
I’ve been the best for what feels like infinities
Feels like my heart was mountain with wildebeests
Start cutting the weeds and now its anemone
God its a feeling b nothing can limit me
Handle my gifts now im brazen not timidly
I emit glory when u in my vicinity
And i just went xena start murking my enemies
I got the plans, God is my mans
Fuck making friends and fuck making amends
Yall gotta pay for the days that you lost in ur race
Cuz you niggas just wanted advances
Fuck you!
I do my work wit my hands in
Never got hand outs
Never got pension
But i am a beast when i get on my pen shit
I spit in cursive u niggas is scribblin’
I swear to God I been searching for peace
Nobody scratches the surface for free
Cuz all that pretense n pretending defense for pennies
That shit wasn’t working for me, so I

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now im like
Who did it whose is it
I need some proof with it
I tie yo laces myself if the shoe fit it
I got my shooters outside & the coupe tinted
I put them chickens right back in the coop with it
Hotter than houston i chop u like screw did it
Back on my bullshit back in the blue fitted
I said i was shaking hands with the devil
A rock in a hard place being thrown like a pebble
Gave all you niggas the chance to make history
Now u just kinda gotta sit back and witness me
Changing the tides of what u thought the shit would be
Glory to god!!! A young bitch got the victory
U could too if u knew what this game would do to you
Gotta have faith in what you do
K? Dot dot like doo doo doo
Im just tryna drop knowledge
Ain’t go to college
Shouldn’t have dropped it
Now im at the bank withdrawing deposits
I want the statements i read the clauses
This congregation needed a profit
Now that they got one this is the offering (yeah!)
I just decided to bet on me
And im thankful cuz i couldve lost it all

[Outro]

The Doppelgangaz – Dopp Hopp (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
Told the homie Tobias go against grain
Same thing in the rap game, cut it on a bias
Open mic circuit had to work it with the flyers
See it’s never not worth it, even certain quagmires
Leave much to be desired, all about how u wired
For tastes that be acquired
Rappers u admired looking tired
No longer inspired, career done expired, fired
Not a luck thing, it’s an I don’t give a fuck thing
Rotator cuff sprain, driving in the truck lane
It’ll make you worry worse
You don’t make it back, first, for the currywurst mukbang
Made him eat the box, she don’t suck wang
Dang
Transform into an Autobot Mustang
‘Cus its gang

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
Catch the nigga Matter ov Fact up in Friday’s
Flip phone in his belt clip turned sideways
In a haze with his eyes glazed
Nigga sticking out his leg
Putting out the bait for the accidental thigh graze woo
Salivating for a raise
Nah dog we ain’t waiting for the praise
Not phased, never saying it’s a wrap
Got no Waze app, no map, navigating thru the maze, it’s a trap
At the Grand Hyatt, showed the bell hop Wyatt a few tracks
And he Got a little taken back by it
Took a seat and sat quiet
Sick to his stomach, now the little brat need a Brat Diet agh
Came to give you what you need
In the Powerglide two speed
Playing Lou Reed
French shorty in the blue tweed
Know the right temp for sous vide

[Hook]
D-O-P-P H-O-P-P x8

The Doppelgangaz – Rapamycin (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
A-yo, I’m paying dues and making moves with whiney Frank
Stopping every hour because he has got the tiny tank
Getting yanked, shorties who wanna get they hiney spanked
She said fuck a shower, just hit me with the briny shank
Then threw the movie Tangled in
Angling towards a Ganga
Then the curtains were dangling
Looking like they done withstood a mangling
And even though she’s gangling
She cuter than baby pangolins
Listen, we’ve arisen from like a dozen falls
Lost winnings from Powerballs
Seen it all, done it all with the best
We tatted on dozens of chests
Kissing lushes with bad breath
Plenty brushes with death, agh
My heathens, we done even survived a bungee drop
Telly to telly, we living off of sundry shops
Niggas plot, praying and hoping that we leak it
How your ticker is still ticking
They wanna know the secret, peep it

[Hook: Matter ov Fact]
Twenty pills up in the Dyson (in the Dyson)
We in the lab like Neil Degrasse Tyson (Agh)
Making sure we live forever (We living forever)
Rappers who taking rapamycin

[Verse 2: EP]
Ask Rosario where’s Gerardo Barrios Square
Be at your patio, stare, while you eat haricot vert
She said nobody goes there, she got no body no flair
Robert Mondavi is paired with the kohlrabi and pear
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, uh, what’s the big idea?
Gangaz bound to live forever, wherever in Zaire
Got no quips to share, split the fare, allotted sums
Arms and clips to bare, he quick to care for potted mums
You might’ve got at them or hot at one for knots of funds
Drinking schnapps and rum, dun, more than a modicum
High strung on safety breaks, Five Gum and Tastykakes
Gangaz getting paid in Retin-A and HGH
Safe, the British frenzy off the troubled stars
Jack the Spirit of Ecstasy up off the double R
Allahu Akbar, they found the treatment
How your ticker is still ticking
They wanna know the secret, peep it

The Doppelgangaz – Boston Beard (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
Ain’t from the six side, so ain’t no Junos that were given
Hide in disguise, making pruno up in prison
Now you dick ride ‘cause the crew shine like a prism
Now i’m fish fried, got a bish wide
I, got an Arabic chick out of Mamaroneck
Play the skin flute, recorder and the clarinet
Yet, she don’t trust him, keep her purse near
And said “did I cook a ribeye with reverse sear?”
Said it like it was her worst fear
Told her fall back, Gangaz put in work here
Got the smear and pate from Cesare
Shit, "You Gotta Be" good like Des’ree
Aye, but he don’t say much to flatter dates
Spent the last Saturday on Chaturbate
Wait, and did some shit that’ll cost him years
So now he walk around with a Boston beard

[Hook]
Ignore the warning that my momma gave
Accidently caused a tidal wave
Now we laying low inside a cave
Looking like we ain’t got not time to shave aye

Ignore the warning that my momma gave aye
Accidently caused a tidal wave aye
Now we laying low inside a cave
Looking like we ain’t got not time to shave aye

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
I’m feeling myself In a pair of brothel creepers and they size twelve
Known to look a little deeper when the eyes delve
And I’m coming through your speakers with the wise elf
He ain’t reaching high shelves, nah
Catch Matter ov Fact riding through France on a hog
Back of the bike is a ballet dancer from Prague
She like it when he’s taking a stance on his blog
Living off of Apple teeth and some ants on a log
Agh and all my niggas push Toyota Venzas
Looking for some shorties suffering from affluenza
Yeah and if you see one tell her "holla holla"
Tony stark? nah a nigga need T’challa dollars agh
They Tried to play him like he’s not a scholar
Did some dirt and now he’s hiding out in Guatemala
Had to Learn to travel wit a lightened load
Neck beard on him looking like he’s writing code

[Hook]
Ignore the warning that my momma gave
Accidently caused a tidal wave
Now we laying low inside a cave
Looking like we ain’t got not time to shave aye

Ignore the warning that my momma gave aye
Accidently caused a tidal wave aye
Now we laying low inside a cave
Looking like we ain’t got not time to shave aye

The Doppelgangaz – Roll Flee (feat. Tnava) (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
Woe is me, focus in on the lotus feet
Claiming she’s not preggers but notice the foetus be
All up in the photos she pose with the rosary
Trying to make the quotas exposing the coterie
Dopp Gang, MoF & EP
Never let a she control with cajolery
French breed, be calling me monamie
Bumping that Jodeci, got weed and potpourri
See, shit he might flee if my son got her
Gangaz brung 151 and Rum Chata
Police blotter, even though I ain’t done nada
Ayahuasca, cloaked out in Minnewaska
Your posture, keep it upright so you can prosper
A Ganga not bit by mites, he got zoster
A pet fossa, omekase from Masa
Dipping on the bill, for real cause a disaster

[Hook]
Parts Unknown everybody low key
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
Cloaked out G’s, homies and co-d’s
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
You know me, you know me
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
Shit, you know me, you know me
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC

[Bridge]
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
Ayo I’m zoning watching PBA bowling
Laughing uncontrollably that’s just the PBA trolling
See they want to stop us when we rolling
Gotta Stolen PBA card for coppers that’s patrolling
Cus they want to put they boot up in your colon
Next time shake n bake ‘em like my name was Jimmy Dolan
And that’s with or without a Porsche
I’m fully dressed with a big momma having outercourse
Sipping Borcht, game sour like bilimbi
Trying to build your shit up got to watch out for the nimbys
Not in my back yard, they lack nards and act jarred
Spreading through your town like its black tar agh
Known to leave a man marred
In the same cloak, hit the after party for the Vanguard
Then I caught a shuttle with an actress
King size Craftmatic with the cuddle mattress

[Hook]
Parts Unknown everybody low key
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
Cloaked out G’s, homies and co-d’s
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
You know me, you know me
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC
Shit, you know me, you know me
A Ganga roll flee OC to OC

[Bridge]
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak
Until we croak
Said we live by the cloak so we die by the cloak

The Doppelgangaz – E.W.W. (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
When a Ganga had the Tommy John’s, boy he couldn’t do shit
But watch Blue Chips and Jumpoff battles with Hommy Hom
Spill a 90 Chave, off the Hill of Hermitage
For the dead homies, got the urn up in the lodge
Black cloak, upon the tuxedo, don a corsage
Meat print up in the Speedo, libido for the menage
Is dwindling quick, shit, he finna hit a lick
Took this chicks Kindle and sold it, she scolded “You swindling prick”
Set tripping off the Grant with PartyMan and Marty
A die hard Walter McCarty fan
And your so called fam, your dun Avery, in fun knavery
Said shit that was unsavory
I smacked him open hand, now we got a schism
He sport the True Religion but a Ganga rock Twism
Tell your wisdom, lay off the dust and blush worn
A Ganga could have sworn she do animal crush porn

[Hook]
Heavy on the mix down, heavy on delay
We be going sick now, every which way
Bevy of the grip, wow, bevy and array
We be going sick now, every which way
Aye, how that shit sound get you ixnay-ed
Doppel got to skip town to your dismay
Oh, you got a rift now? what ya got to say?
We be going sick now, every which way

[Bridge]
Every which, way
Every which, way
Every which, way
Every which, way

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
As I reminisce, and sprinkle hash up in my hash browns
Having flash backs of nearly drowning at the splash down
In Poughkeepsie, a Ganga was a class clown
With some Nudie flix, but never got his stash found nah
Fast forward to now, I’m still around
Still Dumpster diving and digging through them trash mounds agh
Former miss Orange County up in the ash crown Vic
Said she only fornicates wearing the sash, gown, sick
I Come through in the Petrovic
With no dental coverage, just chewing on some Dentastix
Living like some kids, yo fuck a bunch of saloons
All I need is a bagged lunch from mom duke and a bunch o balloons
Agh some Cap’n Crunch and a spoon
See I’m a simple man hunched over watching toons
Or chilling with Mandy, off the path of the meadow trail
While I’m getting a handy with some clip on stiletto nails

[Hook]
Heavy on the mix down, heavy on delay
We be going sick now, every which way
Bevy of the grip, wow, bevy and array
We be going sick now, every which way
Aye, how that shit sound get you ixnay-ed
Doppel got to skip town to your dismay
Oh, you got a rift now? what ya got to say?
We be going sick now, every which way

[Bridge]
Every which, way
Every which, way
Every which, way
Every which, way

The Doppelgangaz – Olympics (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]

Cyn Santana with the dog filter’s everything honey
That’s food for the sharks, shit, ‘cus everything’s chummy
You big dummy, Scoobavelli we tricked her
Copped the Crab Louie, andouille and Celery Victor
Catch my good side in the flicks by Richter
We out in Woodside, smacked off the elixir
Picture a Ganga in some Dennis Busenitz
Own the building and we got tenants
Shit he copped a fleet of homes
Right next to Rashida Jones
To each is own, Kraft mac or Velveeta prone
We eat alone and make a toast to sobriety
Slurping bivalves of the east coast variety
The diet be, whatever we might be keen to bake
Himalayan rock salt topped with Tajima steak
Waiting ‘til its daybreak
You a day late, shit, protect the namesake

[Chorus]

And it boils, and it really takes not only a lot of people
Who have uh confidence in their area but
Genuine teamwork

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]

A-yo I roll up, Nissan Juke color of puke
Niggas that your mother rebuke, smothered in Duke
A fake alumni, shorty baking apple crumb pie
A big momma known to lap it up and leave a numb thigh
Push the Hyundai, high yella, she buys Stella’s
And recently got her prescription filled for the Kybella
Nah, just Leave your jowl the way it is
Your wattles ain’t hanging half as low as they say it is
Ok it is, couldn’t tell you what day it is or year it is
But If Dopp Hopp was a beer it’d be an IPA
Got a wipey and tray for the ABDL fetish
Is you changing my diapy bae?
Aye, It’s like the words to a certain song
We steady mobbing ’til the day that the curtains drawn
My Word is born shorty bobbing and flirting strong
Four in the morn when my nigga Robin Lundberg is on
We gone

The Doppelgangaz – Strong Ankles (feat. Thonio) (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
Big momma there she’s the one that I’m picking ock
The flock sipping on that Ciroc mixed with chicken stock
6 o’clock I told them other chicks start kicking rocks
When be cheffing up in that wok you know she lick the pot
Who forgot? She’ll make a post to remind to remind you
You can open them cheeks walk in and close them behind you
She be eating real fast but she give me head slowly
And when she get on top it’s looking like she’s in the bed doley
Not materialistic she give a fuck bout your Roley
See you rolling a spliff kehd but Can u roll a cannoli?
Shorty sneeze guacamole and when she bleeding it’s Ragu
She got a reason to bag you, massaging beef like its waggyu I’m singing

[Hook]
I need somebody that’s twice my width now
She know her presence would be a gift now
Pushing 240, she come along, why thank you now
That’s just my shawty, she got the strong, strong ankles now

[Verse 2: EP]
Ayo fuck boy you see me I be the black cloak genie
I got 300 pounds on me squeezing all on my weenie
She thinks a Ganga done blew up, under three, but she two up
I never had no one text me at 4am saying “you up?”
016 we go sick, in 015 they done threw up
High and low shark a shawty and now we doing the bruk up
We done grew up from losers got a whip full of cougars
Hit the strip, go to Lugers then we chew dip and blow hookah uh
Big mama, big mama uh, he said “that’s what you like, yeah?”
Fuck up out my business, got me tight yeah
Slim broads, he paying just to pipe yeah
Got one from every type, but not tonight yeah

[Hook]
I need somebody that’s twice my width now
She know her presence would be a gift now
Pushing 240, she come along, why thank you now
That’s just my shawty, she got the strong, strong ankles now

The Doppelgangaz – If It Wasn’t For The Cloak (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
A pair of shorts and grey Uggs
Down in Queensland snacking on some Moreton bay bugs yum
Permanently sport a Ye shrug
Sipping moonshine pour your ass a quart and say chug, ay
Usually stay smug
But today I think I might just go support a stray pug yea
Shorty with the big jugs
Said Matter ov Fact come give me a hug you big lug yo
A nigga valentine prone
Got shorties steady showing me they’re palatine bones agh
Keep it clandestine Joan
Nobody got to know we had the grandest time known
And she got the hardware
With the pube patch
Thicker than some St. Bernard hair fuck it
All my niggas got thousand yard stares out here
Tryna get a matching house and yard chairs

[Hook]
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been gone on a killing spree
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been jumped off the Tappan Zee
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been a threat to both you and me
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
Yo one more time if it wasn’t for the cloak

[Verse 2: EP]
Gangaz really out here, moving on excursions
Never not without beer, shawties ain’t no virgins
Living life without fear, ‘cus thats just a diversion
Money and the trout near so keep it on your persons
Whether she jerk Gherkins, shaped like a triangle or a pear
She’s well aware a Ganga lit off the angel’s share
Can be a real pain in the rear
Abstain from the brain but slain the derriere
Intriguing as it may be
A Ganga misinformed, sworn she had a butt baby
Played me, now your four tents missing
With the stored cents for your poor dentition Agh
Had too much rust at the prelim, trying to get a win
But much to his chagrin
Got two phones with dual sim
On a whim, sip a Moscow Mule but use gin

[Hook]
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been gone on a killing spree
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been jumped off the Tappan Zee
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been a threat to both you and me
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
Yo one more time if it wasn’t for the cloak

The Doppelgangaz – I’ve Been (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
If these men could bellow
We’d tell you how we woke up in September
With shorty mouth on our member, that’s a “Brentwood Hello”
We three game parlay on Boston, Miami and Cleveland
Black cloak Cavalli, I floss with your mammy, she’s seasoned
Veteran status I pegged her instead of my baddest
‘Cus booties deflate and beauty fades, never stay as is
I’m in 1203 at Palace Station, got my shit calibrating
I’m growing wild impatient, you find my style abrasive
Scowl at my childish nature, you in my file, invasive
Check my profile its glacial, you know the nomenclature
Known for some home invasions, looking for stones and paper
You’re of the wrong persuasion, he might eradicate you

[Hook]
And I’ve been
Though it’s easy to tell
I’m still up in that Parts Unknown living that BCL
And I’ve been
Though it’s easily shown
I’m still living that BCL up in that Parts Unknown

And I’ve been
Though it’s easy to tell
I’m still up in that Parts Unknown living that BCL
And I’ve been
Though it’s easily shown
I’m still living that BCL up in that Parts Unknown

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
Birkenstocks with purple socks never switching pairs
And for years his entire scalp was full of them kitchen hairs
Didn’t care type of nigga to take an ish in Sears
Not the lavatory the aisle by the fishing gear
Different tier and his ideal companionship
Is Shorties with happy trails that turn into landing strips
So Get the scouting report and go read the manuscript ‘cus
He’d rather walk the plank before he go abandons ship
Shit and I’ve been, Stealing loafer displays
Eating Stouffers and Lays
Taking in gophers and strays
And I’ve been, Pulled over in May
Field sobriety test I failed it sober as day
I ain’t the boys n blue but I still serve and protect
Working hard on the come up
Could have reverse effects
Fighting over some crumbs
Trying to conserve a spec
You looking for a Ganga, I’m on that Curves Connect

[Hook]
And I’ve been
Though it’s easy to tell
I’m still up in that Parts Unknown living that BCL
And I’ve been
Though it’s easily shown
I’m still living that BCL up in that Parts Unknown

And I’ve been
Though it’s easy to tell
I’m still up in that Parts Unknown living that BCL
And I’ve been
Though it’s easily shown
I’m still living that BCL up in that Parts Unknown

The Doppelgangaz – Beak Wet (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
A Ganga Known to be a Swinger to your pale spouse
Eating 20 Zingers at a Miller’s Alehouse yea
Negotiate the right amounts
And now, all the Sage butter got the braised quail doused agh
Bottom heavy girl Tennessee
Shorty always shaking something never tremor free
Top heavy shorty still attending Emory
I told her thanks for the mammaries I mean the memories
A set of g’s by her own admission
Listen, A Ganga moving of his own volition
I’m talking free range not the cage shit
Playing street fighter made a nigga rage quit
Shit we heavy on the sushi
Or in the shack watching blues brothers rest in peace John Belushi
Yeah, and I don’t need Louis Vuitton or Gucci
Just trying to get my beak wet, Don Fanucci

[Verse 2: EP]
Your nephews are pieces of shit and all your nieces are hit
Too egregious, hit them with the cease and desist
See a Ganga shoes talk, peep the crease in his kicks
Sex drive decreases, now she greases her slit
It, shit
Must mean I, be pinching the mushroom tip to Justine Skye
Made a crostini out of rye
She only want to see me on the side, why?
Copped the whole hog from Rodney Scott
Touch the burnt ends, even friends get mollywhopped
Your body rock, Bugatti straight out the body shop
You’re fake cloaked out, you don’t embody Dopp
Stop, hit next, they never heard of it
A Ganga vexed, about to suplex my sex surrogate
One armed tourniquet in the vip, whip, swerving it
Hard to determine wit of a dip shit slurring it

The Doppelgangaz – Bubblin’ (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
Flying solo when u had the small change
Now you getting contacted by some family that’s estranged
Strange/ family that’s estranged
By some family that’s estranged
Steady Rollin with some Fannie’s in ur Range signing rookie contracts like your name was Danny Ainge
Ainge name was Danny Ainge
Like your name was Danny Ainge
Ya used to climb aboard the trolley
Posting pictures of Border Collies
All ur followers could prolly could fit inside a porta potty
Now u sort of snotty posing in front of Mazaratis
Wheeling on Ducattis eating while playing Pavarati
No more rice n lentils you throwing up all types of symbols
While you clubbing with some random bimbos standing akimbo
You bless that Venmo Can’t forget your cousin Jimbo and your Uncle Timbo
Ya Finances they all in limbo when your bubblin’

[Hook] x2
Ooh, bubbling
Ooh, bubbling
Bubbling (bubbling)

It’s Troubling
Troubling
Troubling

[Verse 2: EP]
Grand Marnier souffle, big wigs with toupees
Trying to lure the Gangaz in to split a few ways
Say oh my God
Oh my God
Fruit of your loins won’t stay, lucky if they say “hey”
Baby moms use them as a pawn for a payday
Say oh my God
Oh my God
It’s not selfish to keep all your splendor from fake well wish
Pretender, cats who intend to render you helpless
Poor for your wellness so watch out for the strumpet hoes
They’ll extort you out in Rosedale to fix their trumpet toe nail
So dead it, don’t owe nobody nothing when you get it
They’ll try to discredit, guilt you to feel apologetic
Its telekinetic, but don’t forget it gets befuddling
Homies swiping your debit, don’t let it when u start bubbling

[Hook] x2
Ooh, bubbling
Ooh, bubbling
Bubbling (bubbling)

It’s Troubling
Troubling
Troubling

The Doppelgangaz – Rollin’ (feat. Thonio) (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: EP]
If a Ganga don’t paddle then the boat don’t sail
Loading up the saddle for the roach motel
The most unknown that you know so well
Got a cloak, a cell phone, it’s broke, don’t tell
You claim you know ‘bout what the life entail
You claim you know ‘bout what the life entail
Black silhouette be sketch as hell
Need some water for the bath, got to fetch my pale, uh
And he’s living rugged in the rain with a needle in the vein
Maintain, he don’t know about it
Push a Beetle, use a cane, do the same out in brisbane
Never got a show routed
Considered jumping out from the window pane
‘Cus the jane got the brain clouded
But if ya let it wane, then the disdain for the lame game might get outed
But I doubt it

[Hook: Thonio]
Rolling, rolling, roll, roll away
Rolling, rolling, roll, roll away
Rolling, rolling, roll, roll away
Rolling, rolling, roll, roll away
Aye aye aye aye aye
Drink, smoke, waste away
We just need a place to stay
We just need a place to stay

Today
Today
Oh Today
Today
Today
Today
We just need a place to stay
We just need a place to stay

[Verse 2: Matter ov Fact]
On an off day got burned by a Thai freak
She Left me with a cough and a thigh tweak
Thought I put a end to the dry streak
But ganga took a loss on a bye week
Now he sipping on the Foxhorn
In A pair of stained draws with below the crotch torn
Steady Picking at a bowl of pop corn
From the stovetop while he watching overwatch porn ‘til the morn
Never got the lights on in the dorm
With the Drapes tied shut
Steak fry gut
Nigga rolled a set of Snake eyes
Now he staying in an 8 wide hut
Lakeside what
Heard it thru the grapevine but
Far as luck couldn’t make mines up
Stuck up in a rut
And we hitting state signs up
In the truck with the brake lines cut
Nigga we rolling

[Hook: Thonio]
Rolling, rolling, roll, roll away
Rolling, rolling, roll, roll away
Rolling, rolling, roll, roll away
Rolling, rolling, roll, roll away
Aye aye aye aye aye
Drink, smoke, waste away
We just need a place to stay
We just need a place to stay

Today
Today
Oh Today
Today
Today
Today
We just need a place to stay
We just need a place to stay

The Doppelgangaz – Future 86 (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
Ayo I’m cruising down the future 86
Doing 86/ wit a bowl of Berry Berry Kix
Rockin sperry kicks Bumping Doppel greatest hits
With a bunch of weighty chicks
Foupa covering they’re lady bits agh Looking wavy in the flicks
Take the kinda pics make u bless the Avy with a click
Navy Honda Fit and match the navy on the knit
With the cloak Icing on the cake gravy on the grits like
Cooking Eggo’s in the pan
Making moves in the winnebego van
San Diego to Japan
Putting on before the Lego Land
True, since the day that we debuted
Got our only biz advice off of Pinterest from a dude
With some debt accumulated and some interest that accrued
But we make it do what it do
Niggas know us ‘cus we

[Hook]
We’re staples in the Parts Unknown kehd
Musical roads be playing our shit
You hear it in the rumble strips
We’re saving you from nodding off in your whips
Crusing down 17M, Future 86

86
Future 86
86
Future 86

[Verse 2: EP]
The cloaked ones got no funds darling
But make runs to Kungshallen
Can’t tell if he got stung or lungs full of pollen
My son colin, on 86 in the G ride
Hit the rumble strips, heard the hits and the B sides
And besides, presides on IG fam
Got denied when he slides on Myfreecams, damn
Watch out for shawty man when it get trife
She want it in the can, in the stands out in MetLife
Got the outdoor fetish checked on FetLife
Plus the way that she spend lettuce can get rife
Yikes, and always liked a Phyllis Hyman tune
While she took a long hike on psilocybin ‘shrooms
Boom, need expressed written consent
The less London shows, the less Britain’s content
Bent, with Marla Maples parked at your home
Been to Naples and the arch at Rome
Shit, ‘cus you know we

[Hook]
We’re staples in the Parts Unknown kehd
Musical roads be playing our shit
You hear it in the rumble strips
We’re saving you from nodding off in your whips
Crusing down 17M, Future 86

86
Future 86
86
Future 86