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Curren$y – A Gee (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

And you cant do a thing bout it

You wanna live in a house don’t want no grass to grow.
Yo homeboys lookin’ bad and u giving cash to them hoes!
Ol’ sucka ass nigga fuck you round here fo?
Finna take off on the pluckers? man cabin door closed hoe
O’s rolled up fuck it we can get some mo
Kinda cotton had to stop at the 24 hr store
Drop them bomb ass tape V8 crate droptop
Sun ain’t even out but I cant wait for the rain to stop
Shine rather or not u wanna deal with it
The bitch in yo car wanna her us
Leer what? Jets yea run vets! From the cars to the broads mafucka be my guest!

A gee is what I am, a JET is who I be.
You know what I smoke and u cant see me.
No matter where u go, 1 place we’ll never be.
Is close even if you moved right next to me bro!

A gee is what I am, a JET is who I be.
You know what I smoke and u cant see me.
No matter where u go, 1 place we’ll never be.
Is close even if you moved right next to me bro!

On a mission and I’m fishing for my nigga Ski Beats
Quote live nigga rap broke a jive nigga back
Spineless spliff cruising with Optimus Primus and in the prime is
I’m inclined to sound better than other rhymers
Don’t bring them fools around him he’ll make em look clownish
Countach Lambo shoot like ammo thru traffic with green trees I blend in like camo
Flauge, gosh oh my where was I?
When things got hot
Somewhere cool laughin’ at you
Fuck rolling 1 roll 2 roll 3 loop the beat and light an incense in the booth yeah

And you cant see me
No matter where u go, 1 place you’ll never be
Is close even if you moved right next to me bro!
A gee is what I am, a JET is who I be
You know what I smoke, and u cant see me
No matter where u go, 1 place you’ll never b
Is close even if u moved right next to me bro

And you cant do a thing about it
And that ain’t gone change I’m sorry
Them bitches know the planes got it
And you cant do a thing bout it
Them bitches know the planes got it
And that ain’t gone change I’m sorry

Curren$y – Real Estates (feat. Don Kennedy) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro]
This is revenge
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
No bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my..grind, fool

[Verse 1]
And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger
How many bitches want, not many bitches won’t
I know you think your bitches don’t but I know
What she did last summer, scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa, tell him cop it, give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka
Tuesday I’m SoCal, Wednesday it’s Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising, Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding
Can’t call it a neighborhood, I ain’t living by nobody
Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way, yeah

[Hook]
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga you only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin
If I wanted her back, nigga I’d be still fuckin
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups
Don’t take me to the airport cryin girl, get up
She don’t want me to leave when I’m wit her
I tell her I’m the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga
The game don’t get any realer
I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller
I’m in Miami bumpin Trilla
I got dope on the low, but im not a dope dealer
The feds blockin like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimpin all the time
You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time
Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name
You don’t want no money, just fame
They ask me how I’m doin, shit I really can’t complain
Sippin champagne, and tryin to get everything I want
Yellin oceans in the back, Porsches in the front

[Hook: Dom Kennedy]
Uh, uh, I’m yellin
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, Yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the… uh

Curren$y – Silence (feat. Mckenzie Eddy) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro: McKenzie Eddy]
So I see the setting sun, and I get to feeling numb
Down on that side of town, back where no fun’s around
Back where I felt like me and everything you want to be
Just flows so easily, some I think may call it free

[Hook: McKenzie Eddy]
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can’t believe you (Called)
So (Low)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Yeah, as the joint burns
To the point that it stinging my finger
Tracks my talk show platform
Part Phil Donahue, part Jerry Springer
Momma come when I bring her
She go where I send her, kept it trill from the beginning
From Square One maintain Square Business
Don’t concern yourself with my mingling with other bitches
So crafty, mastered the flow
Alaska cold, silent foot assassin approach
High when I stroll
Not even leaving foot prints in the snow, you know

[Hook]
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can’t believe you (Called)
So (Low)

[Bridge: McKenzie Eddy]
So I see your face again, back where I’ve been traveling
Time, I think it seems, to have it’s grip on me
Friends, they say they call it for you, no matter what I offer you
Can’t believe in history, living in this misery

[Hook]
So (Low)
So, so (Low)
I can’t believe you (Called)
So (Low)

Curren$y – Hold On (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch
I’ve been a man and I am still stainless
Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish
Kill these beats, humane fashion, painless
Cellphone my bids to auctions, cop paintings
Gotta have ’em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons
Jets X Nes Phips, crack lacerations
Dope cuts, motherfucker catch up
The girl eyes wandering she wan’ know if that’s us
Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan’ be next up
Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up
Shit bound to get all messed up and that’s so messed up
Let’s go rest up, I be in the cut
Got a can of Ozium in the truck
Fresh cut, word to Gucci, man photo shoot
Spitta in your city homie, send them hoes through

[Hook: Curren$y]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazy
And look how I changed them hood hoes to ladies
And look how I turned them hoopties to Mercedes
And I admit, to quit shootin’ ball was kinda crazy
But I was too focused on getting bread, pay me
Now they telling all of those DJ’s to play me
Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s
My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby
The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shady
But no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy
Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGrady
And that’s on everything that 31st raised me
And that’s on everything, got Adidas in all flavors
Practice make perfect, perfect make paper
Paper take patience, and I’m still waiting
So it’s fuck you pay me, I’ve been ranned out of favors

[Hook]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

[Verse 3: Trademark]
I’m just playing my position, posted like a center
Money on my mind, the bank account getting thicker
Blowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor
Surrounded by these bitches, I’m far from fictitious
Niggas claim they G, but they startin’ to look suspicious
Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned
I don’t pay ’em no attention, I keep on twisting up
This purp is so sticky, it’s getting stuck to my fingers
Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles
Got it in a chokehold, it’s more like a strangle
Say I’m one of the best and I ain’t never dropped a single
My flow on point, you can tell from the lingo
Christmas sack of trees, yeah I’m smoking Kris Kringle
Blue cheese, sour deez and the kush tastes mango
Trade keep it real, I ain’t nowhere near lame-o
The plane’s on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho

[Hook]
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Baby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on
Car in the driveway don’t mean I’m home
One not in front the house don’t mean I’m gone
Start a business, mind ya own

Curren$y – Fashionably Late (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Hook: Dee Low]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
New Orleans and narcotics draped in metal and fiber optics
Cause dull bitches attracted to shiny objects
Well I guess y’all can kick it, Phife Dawg
Q-Tip, we all Souls of Mischief
This is how we chill until the globe stop spinning
I told all my folks that I’d be coming back with it
Now ask ’em if I did it any different, peppermints and lemons
Boss brothers chopping business around the table
It resembles a civil rights sit-in
Powerful shit, editing rooms, hours of clips
A man of many hats in this new era
Nurturing several smaller business underneath my umbrella
On the low low

[Hook]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And I’m still on top of the money
Dope boy mattress, a hundred K cash
With the box spring under it, who they think they fucking with
Spitta won’t have none of it, suits offer contracts
I tear that shit up in front of them, baby girl I’m just hustling
Without cocaine smuggling but this shit is dope Tito
Roll these as we smoke, joints infinity
Highed up, supposed to have breakfast at Tiffany’s
With Brittany but I got tied up, low riders
Hydraulics, trunks full of batteries and wires
Flow get tighter and tighter, adjustable pliers
Flip through these bitches like Zippo lighters

[Hook]
Good weed and broads, spaceships and stars
Roll out the red carpet but hold the applause

Curren$y – Highed Up (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Rest in peace Pimp C (fool)(L)
Uh yeah, Some of my joints be tight

Some of my joints be fucked up,
But all my joints gon’ smoke
So g’s gon get highed up

Fuck all that shit you was talking,
You ain’t got no byzantine chain.
Shoes and ladder Chevy candy cane,
Bitches tangled in my slang.
Pilot language, we assassinate them lames.
Flash my high beams get the fuck up out our lane.
Stay straight,
I swear this shit goin how we planned it.
Left a couple niggas tho,
I ain’t really trippin tho.
See em when we see em,
Send em bottles and a couple hoes.
Spread love its the jet way all day,
Me and my bitch ridin’ to that biggie,
Up to texas choppin’ with them,
Bun up buy a meal ticket.
Real niggas from my set know I still kick it,
Others be like I don’t fuck wit em,
That’s why why I don’t fuck wit em.
I don’t know why tho,
I ain’t never fucked wit em.
Would never do that to em,
If I came up wit em. But fuck niggas,
We roll up bigger than you use to seeing,
Smokin’ em in places you ain’t use to being.
This is trill nigga season,
Real niggas eating scraps,
Get the scraps if we leave em. L…

Some of my joints be tight,
Some of my joints be fucked up,
But all my joints gon’ smoke,
So g’s gon’ get highed up.
Uh,
Some of my joints be tight,
Some of my joints be fucked up,
But all my joints gon’ smoke,
So my bitches get highed up.

Curren$y – O.G. (The Jam) (feat. Fiend) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Curren$y:]
Yeaaah, race car driver, in my own fuckin’ mind, Spitta Andretti, yes I’m
Anticipatin these niggas hatin’ yeah they waitin’ that’s fine
Maco snap through the fishin’ line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time
On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G’s
But don’t nothing move, til the money transfer, word to my crew
The green done colored my dreams blue, skeen, to slice that lead cake up, fuck them other niggas pay us
It’s like I’m in it but not really in that Matrix, Ocean’s 14, plot out new capers
Plant these money tree seeds, dollar bill leaves, leave me to rake it up
Wonderin’ who they reserve first place fuck, those niggas, no pictures, babygirl roll those joints bigger

[Hook x2]
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

[Fiend:]
All my Crooks got Castles, wonderwoman have lassos, hotboy crack tab of Tabasco
Nas international, cash flow, smokin out the volcano, kush natural
Used to have indo in my afro, one man band conquer west ?
Shawty I could hit it out the park satchel page
Damn I’m paid, thinkin’ of all that money I made, since lookin’ at the hip like I just got paged
Every summer, new car, new paint, girl I know you ain’t frown with yo’ pussy, you BAITCH!
I work too hard for " I can’t", stay burnin that " Man that shit stank!"
I’m in ya city girl, you a thick lil somethin’ I need one more for the Spitta girl

[Hook x2]
Fuzzy dice, velvet seats, mahogany upholstery, A/C, sunroof cracked, this that, OG shit, you smell that?

Curren$y – Micheal Knight (Remix) (feat. Raekwon) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yah…Lames catch feelings, we catch flights, Ugh, Jet Life, Jet Life
Race cars and weed jars

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh, I got a style for every bump in your face
Grease ball ass nigga, Pontiac judge, open and shut case
You know, I’m bow tied till I die, though I made an exception for the ’69
So quick off the line
Coin double side, no matter what, we heads up
We in the yard, tell your dogs they should be aware of us
We break it off, like an engagement gone bad
I fill your jaccuzi with them groupies make it a bird bath, miss me?
No you didn’t bitch, with that bullshit, miss me
Tryna claim Spitta name, tyrna be Ms. Me
All of that, kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery
You only around because my spot is where you wish to be
Hope to catch me sleepin’ by being freaky but baby girl
Let me be the first to say it’s not that easy
I wasn’t born yesterday, nor later on that evening
Just had to get that out the way and make the playin’ field even

[Chorus x2: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
And the view from the rockin’ chair improves
But I’ve yet to see a team fuckin’ with the crew
Near fall, I saw it all, wide frame
Everything with wings ain’t a plane man
Indo get rolled up like car windows
Avoiding the police man, them car Winslows
The wind blow in change, and I am not mad
Old garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast
Its written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan
Survive rough land, cactus plants growin’ in desert sands
Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die
I got highed up so I could autograph the sky

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight
Michael Knight, ski dooo doo dooo doo

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Yeah, Shalah, Louis rich
Definitely dressed down and everybody here know it
Yo, a snow white Aston on the ground with a poet
Louis the kid, who told you to come to the crib
Threw a bag in your lap and told you don’t blow the kids
We milled up, actually my flowin’ is real tough
Sport these gazelles, faded leather on real rough
Bank account, don’t even question
Spent all my money last year buyin’ shit investments
Marvelous, gangsta, New York nigga, make me sick
Rather screw honeys who ain’t cuffin’
All my life, six black kids stolen right from kick dice
And strip you and slice you
So listen young niggas, I’m a give you some jewels quick
Don’t ever rat your friends out, you stand in a pool of shit
Lookin like a crab ass faggot
Sooner or later them boys that was hating on you got the ratchets

Curren$y – Opening Credits (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse: Curren$y]
It was right around the time
I thought I had to move back with my mom
I had to sell my first lowrider
Halfway to the top, went to sleep, woke up at the bottom
They turned off my lights, I lit candles and I plotted
Got it before, getting it again shouldn’t be a problem
Every month dropped something
Then the Double X-L put a nigga on the cover
Made the freshmen ten like a year before my brother Wiz
Rap hustling and we rocked e’rywhere we went
Then I tried to start to start a business with Damon
Charged that to the game, learned some thangs
I thought I earned some change
But fuck it, mayne, it’s all the same, I’d live the same life again
If it don’t kill ya, it just make you realer
Stepping into the house shoes of a big wheeler
Always wrote my own rules; this Jet Life, nigga
Remembering when I couldn’t smoke in the buildings
Now the executives is dancing on the ceiling
I’ve been moving around, moving around trying to get it

Curren$y – Long As The Lord Say (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Cranberry crepes to begin the day
Just another chance to fill the safe
Let us pray, if we pull it off and get away, smooth escape
And they stay fam for all our days, forever paid
Never played, never saved a bitch who misbehaved
That’s a privilege, niggas is made
Andretti Corleone, Spitta in his lane
Don’t be over here get ran over, no brakes in the rain
High performance motors, champagne
By God’s amazing grace I done maintained
Foolishly wake up tomorrow, do the same thing
Money and drugs on the brain, just trying to come up outchea
It’s rough outchea mane, drain all the love out your veins
Nothing but a cold blooded hustler remain
Trying to get to it, multiply by two it then five
Divide it amongst my crew, you know how we do

[Chorus x2]
Plottin’ like always
Marble floor hallways
Smoked out all day, tryin’ to get more paid
Long as the Lord say the same, mane

[Verse 2]
Long as the Lord say the same, mane
We can have championship rings
Touch, any and everything
Come out on top long as I don’t stop
When I don’t drop it be like a coke drought
Dad will be back soon, love don’t pout
Dirty stall mean you already know who let the dogs out
Same nigga stay bringing cars out
When it’s broads, same player rock the gold, nigga getting hoes
Pull up bumping this probably get you mo’
I’m super glued to the G-code
Sticking to the script, played the role, made the honor roll
Shit makes sense to you further on down the road
Shiver when I spoke to her cause my game cold
Icebreaker cut precise like lasers
VVS talk quite persuasive

[Chorus x4]
Plottin’ like always
Marble floor hallways
Smoked out all day, tryin’ to get more paid
Long as the Lord say the same, mane

Curren$y – Froze (feat. Riff Raff) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Yeah, uh, mind incoherent
Taint the days from the bad experience
I don’t hit the line, I pass the interior
Exterior Phantom, seldom wait for stanza
Bout to hit a couple stories, boy scout lantern
Ca-ca-cathedral box, center stage like Chris Rock
Recline the top like Peter Pan drop
Drop a couple smells, top smells, top shelf
Ch-Ch-Cheddar melt
Fast forward silk chain made from Tinkerbell
Luxury coated, due to a couple pairs dancing
Marinara sauce on the seat belts, Versace fence
I’m Michael Phelps with the gold medallions
I pulled a couple stallions, my rims rattle
I ball like Ralph Samson, Riff!

[Hook]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Undefeated like my sweats, untouchable rep
Underrated, overhated, fuck ’em, I’m a jet
Life on the set, nigga, live and direct
Like an intercept, halt your progress
I don’t celebrate that touchdown yet
You soft as a night gown, clown, I see that right now
I’m cold, I’m froze like you should have wrapped them pipes
I’m cold, I’m froze like put some coats on them children
‘Fore you let them outside
Getting strong off that green spinach, bitch; Popeye
Pot got me lazy in my long sleeve tie dye
Whippin’ a Mercedes AMG 96 2 door 600
Alloy wheels on it, yeah
Introduce me to your best bitch, homie
Eyes can’t hide her desire, she on me
Heart on fire for Mr. Frosty, I’m cold, yeah

[Hook]
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, my heart on froze
Feel so cold
I came up in the world so cold
Got my heart on froze, got my heart on froze
I came up in this world so cold

Curren$y – Get Down (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Refrain] x2
Drugs for you ears
You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
But now you have to get down
And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down

[Verse 1]
I wrote a million dollar verse on a napkin
While awaiting my baked Alaska
Couple shots before and after the meal
But not too much liquor to handle
Swear I got this audio dope mastered by engineers
Professors who receive masters, it’s degrees
Certain things you must achieve ‘fore you ask it be allowed
All inside store the pow-wow
So include it in the private cloud cause this game sorta got my spirits down
I need my baddest bitch and my realest niggas and a couple pounds
Years later, Pilot Talk III finally being wrote now
So tell them culture vultures where to stick it
Tell them stuffed suits to up them digits
We drug dealing, musical terrorism
Underground faction existing
So you don’t have to accept that bullshit they giving you to listen

[Refrain] x2
Drugs for you ears
You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
But now you have to get down
And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down

[Verse 2]
A G is what I am, a jet is who I be
You know what I smoke anywhere I go
All access, never it locked though
Spitta got the key to the globe, well travelled
I done lost more passports than you done took trips lil daddy
Let’s congratulate less on the purchase of his Caddy
Strolling in the booth with a freshly lit fatty
No raw packages so I had to zig-zag it
Like I did back when, ain’t nothin’ changed but the addresses
New crib but I kept my old door mat
Remind yourself where you came from, you could go back
You’ve been told that, buss em, know that
Cause they’ve been show that
Learn the hallway, dead in the hallway
Or cuffed and stuck sitting in the back of them cars mayne
When you could have been a star mayne, shit raw mayne
I want you to have it all, big crib, big car
Have your cake and eat it, every motherfuckin’ piece
With the icing that you like
La-la-da-da-la-la-la-la, Life

[Refrain] x2
Drugs for you ears
You’ve been alive, just wasn’t aware
But now you have to get down
And we’re so happy to have you, have to get down

Curren$y – Sidewalk Show (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
One time for the lifers, two times for the lighters
One is nothing if the other not present in the cypher
Let us never be divided, OG game provided
By the star of the show, not a side kick
My side chick got a side chick
That both came to slip and slide on my ishh
If I can find time
Diamonds in my Rolex got me temporarily blind
Forgive me for that braggadoious line
I’m not so flashy with mine
But every now and again you gotta remind niggas that I’m really on the grind
Some rappers just say it cause it rhymes
I say it, I plant it and then it’s mine
Roll up on me and see with your own eyes
That SLS keep em surprised

[Verse 2]
James Brown rendition
Don Perrion bottles is frigid
A couple models in here, Bridgette and Bridget
On wise and done lines, I spectated they got naked and played twister
I rolled another broken finger, this one was more extended
Smoke this for my nigga who no longer with us
Your spirit jump out them T-shirts and pictures
You live on my nigga
It’s like them coward ass suckas never killed ya
I’m taking dabs of the OG wax
My girl at the spa getting a Brazillian
When she get home I’m going swimming in it

Curren$y – The 560 Sl (feat. Wiz Khalifa) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Hook: Curren$y]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Skyline, condo high rise
Roof top pool, let them birds swan dive
Disrespect the apple of your eye
Thinking she was a prize
She a pie and everybody gets a slice
Cut, slumped in the 240 SX
And they ain’t even know it was us
Surprised by the time they realize you was getting with the deal
Fuckin’ with the motherfukers, homie this is real
Michael Mann, camera pan, glimpse into the life that I live
It’s just rap but it’s looking like that king pin shit, so they set traps
Tell ’em throw that salt back on the spice rack
Bosses take and give careers back
Orphans looking for their real dads
Oh how many rap sons I have
Laughing as I hit the gas, then I lit the gas

[Hook: Curren$y]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
560 SL, $70, pump one at the shell
Who else could it possible be?
Done so well you know it had to be me
Capital G, tee tops on the grand national
At the business conference via satellite
Couldn’t make it in cause I had a wild night
Fill me in on what I’m missing, get them checks right
The streets gon’ love with what I do with mine on site
Super sport, pumped on the black tops in the cut
Ballin’ out, holding that smoke in
As the world go round, prices go up
As the tips go down, they duplicate, we innovate sounds
That’s why I never play my new shit round them clowns
King shit, Rolex crowns, we chopping paper in here
Don’t know what you talking bout right now
We sittin’ in this

[Hook: Curren$y]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I’m finished answering question on personal shit
I’m tired of niggas running up on me asking for verses and shit
Been too many places where they act like we ain’t supposed to be there
They don’t respect us, still we start cursing and shit
I might need a hearse for my ‘fit
My verses so tight that I have to write them cursive and spit
I might need a nurse I’m that sick
I might need a girl who don’t care about purses and shit
I might be the best of my time, my team record perfect
Can’t achieve less you workin’
I done came a long way, came a long way
These boys ain’t never seen it, I heard it
That’s why they show me love and respect when they see me in person
Show you how to be a boss instead of being a burden
Spread love, that’s the player way
Got your main bitch in my Mercedes rolling up
Thought I told you I’ma shine fool
Pocket full of money, keep them pistols in the tuck
Get my

[Hook: Curren$y]
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well
560 SL, big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SLHeard they’re tryna stop us but oh well
Big paper on the low like a coke sale
560 SL
Heard they’re tryna stop it but oh well

Curren$y – Audio Dope 5 (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordan’s… nigga

[Verse 1]
Bunsen burners, laboratory beakers
Pour it in the speakers
Haters fire heatseekers
Though they fail to reach us, we
Too cold, your soul
Shiver when you see us
Mad that you can’t be us
So you planning ways to see us
Defeated, it’s not happening
One deep in them two seaters mashing
Ignoring the pain like pitbulls when they scrapping
I’m, too far in it to stop and see if I’m injured
I gotta finish my nigga, I gotta kill it
Signed, sealed, delivered at your front door nigga
Where you gonna go nigga
Audio dope dealers
Smugglers ripping through the jungle on them four wheelers
Shit don’t get no real love
We got these hoes chilling
Because we can smoke in here
Working hard, we party with the privileged
I got it all, because I’m gifted
The lord giveth, my nigga

[Hook x2]
Knocking at the door cause’ they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can’t afford, to not record it
Cause’ I know them niggas waiting on it

[Verse 2]
Jet life, love boat, all aboard bitches
Smoke a jernt, and play some shuffleboard with me
Them boys living, them boys getting it
Going from boys to men
Check the cut on my denim
Check the stitching
Authenticism in my lyricism
Studio coke written
The booth, the stove, the kitchen
Scraping the sides of the pot
Not a dollar we missing
And the aim still the same
We acquiring more millions
It’s like the Wire
It’s like New Jack City
It’s like Menace
This shit serious, I’m not kidding
You’ll get killed for being curious
Cats get chased by the big dogs
Round’ here, aw yeah
Shit will get wicked quick
And ya’ll was just kicking it
Now you gotta pick up your homie up
Cause he got hit, and them niggas is still shooting
Fuck is you gonna do
Pussyfoots’ll never feel a real niggas shoes

[Hook]
Knocking at the door cause’ they want some more
Sleeping outside for it, like they waiting on Jordans
I can’t afford, to not record it
Cause’ I know them niggas waiting on it

Hoes feel this, professional audio dope dealers…
Yeah man…

Curren$y – Life I Chose (feat. J. Townsend) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Botched hits, failed attempts
Though we never died, suckers better hide
Or regret they tried
Fumbled, 4th and one
On the goal line, I’m ‘fin to take it back that 99
96 flow shift, Impala with the cherry wine
Bitches trying to sip, don’t get too drunk to ride
Might call up on you bitch you know there is a time
We might need you for a mission
I weigh your living on line, cause they see us getting it
Wonder if its mafia tied, scheduled one lyrics keep ’em high
Surveillance at the marina, they ain’t think I seen ’em but I spied
They tried to tail us home from the arena
Hoping that would lead ’em to a lead
We waving as we pass off, peace
Boss fool, people that you got to talk to before you run up on me
Doors you got to be walked through by OG’s
Triple OG’s, like 1000, listening to Ice T with a frozen Long Island
Trying to get right quick like right now-ish

[Hook: J. Townsend]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

[Verse 2]
Paper straight but I keep it in the closet
Furs on the coat rack, rollies in the pockets
My girl mom wanted her to marry a doctor
Disappointed in her choice until I picked her up in from the airport in that Rolls Royce
What could you say, the cost to be the boss been paid
I lost some but in the end I won
When its all done they say I was the one
Don’t apologize though, I ain’t worried bout it
Knew I was ill-er than those niggas the whole time
You smell the difference in my gas when I roll by
I could probably teach a a class
So much work, I make it seem effortless
Everyday sweats I’m in still fresher then peppermints
These niggas better chill before I start rapping for real
Independent hustler, then I got a major deal
Released barges of raw at will and I will, nigga

[Hook x2]
This is the life I chose, yeah
And this the life I’m living
No matter how it goes, I gotta deal with the cards I’m given
That’s why I don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around, don’t fuck around
Cause you know I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down, I’ll make it down

Curren$y – Pot Jar (feat. Jadakiss) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Parlayed the Caymans
Flew to vegas just in time for the weigh-in
Fight night, MGM, vaporizer blazing
Valet for the classics, trucks with armored glasses
Franchise players on a momentous occasion
Announce the fact we made it, tip a c-note to the waiters
Send a bottle to your table, it’s a celebration
Rollie presidential, inauguration stones clearer than an HD station
And you hating
If you’d have had one that’s nice I’d have told you congratulations
I stole home base while you was tying your laces
Your bitch gave out the dugout
Smoked out the clubhouse
Welcome to the majors

[Hook: Curren$y]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Certified dope on three coasts
Bread healthy, wheat toast
Tryna see the fam wealthy, the fam help me
Held me down when I needed it
Held me up when I couldn’t reach it
Flashlight when I couldn’t see shit
Saying my prayers, smoking my weed
Listening to Roy Ayers
With more pull in my city than the mayor
Smart not scared
Highed up but aware and prepared
If them fools from over there ever came round here
But we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it
(Audio drug lord with this music)

[Hook]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Don’t nothing move but the decimal
Everyday above ground is a chess move
Don’t let the little things stress you
If you can go without killing a nigga, you successful
Low key, like I’m riding with a whole key
But I’m just chasing these cookies with this OG
I don’t do first halfs, I need the whole fee
You want Jada, Kiss, or you want the whole me? (which one)
And I don’t be popping bubbles
If I ain’t house shopping I’m at the dealer copping doubles
Ain’t where I wanna be, but I’m not far
Answers at the bottom of my pot jar (light one)

[Hook]
Niggas hoping I get knocked off
In the studio making them drop offs
Ducking them hip-hop cop cars
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar
Sometimes I find answers in the bottom of my pot jar

[Outro]

Curren$y – Search Party (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]

Sucka ass niggas keep stealing
The real ones keep building more shit
Clown shit that I’m not feeling
Too much, cut that bullshit, snuff they dealings
Mainstream got it all fucked up
You want the real dope then you gotta come to us
Underground niggas papered up
Fuck that award show
Get ’em tickets to my bitch like "y’all go"
I gotta get these bars wrote, that raw coke
Musical key loads, boat loads, car loads
Hollywood celebrity types and hood stars know
Your existence is hanging in the balance bro
Residuals is critical, we need them stacks kid
Wake up to them bowls, no cereal
Plane materials is how I flow
If I write about it then believe it’s what I know
That’s why it comes so easy to me
You see literally I flow like a river current
While them other niggas fronting, finna say fuck it
Star write screen plays
Swear my life like a movie in so many ways
Aw man

[Verse 2]

I’ma kill a niggas spirit when I pull up in this
The kid cruising by without going into the event
Crew members in attendance so I’m represented well
I was in the studio with that triple beam scale
New Beamers, swerve ’em in the rain, make ’em fishtail
Reckless, though I mean well
My intentions were good, but my niggas too hood
You was talking down on the set and it got back to ’em
Now my dawg highly upset, I gotta watch what he doing
Cuz if he catch you slipping he might do something stupid
I worked to hard for this to see my niggas lose and being foolish
I was aware the snakes was there when I moved in
But that money make it easier for home improvements
Make sure that you trust your shooters
The closest ones to ya be the ones that’ll do ya
I ain’t have to tell ya

Curren$y – All I Know (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Adidas slides, when I arrive
Hundreds socks, money knots
Left a couple killers outside, under strict instruction
If I ain’t back in 15 minutes, They tryin somethin, Rush em
Chichi get the yayo
We could shape into what we want like Play-Doh, with this batch
A Ferrari FF hatchback
Brown cajun, blazin out the sour patch
Time lapsed, clouds passed, My mind wraps around plans to bring in more cash
Make em more mad, Jernt burnin slow
Biscayne Bay, Cigarrete Boats go fast
I know what they used to call em, because Im OG used to ballin
Now homie you can’t see, but you pretend that you was lookin for em
In a player ass loft witcho girlfriend cookin for em

[Chorus]
Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know
Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know
Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Fifty roaches in the ashtray
Smokin better than good on a bad day
I could see my cars from this balcony
Bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony
Schoolin em
Teachers lounge, Drinkin crown with the faculty
To trade this, I had to be crazy bitch
Thought I made dumb decisions til they saw I made it stupid rich
Played it smart with my mind, not my heart
Automatic start, and assisted parallel park
And I don’t even like new cars, this for my broad
Grind hard with my dogs
Day oners, front runners, the done numbers
1997 Bulletproof Hummers
61 Impalas with the gold bumpers
Double antennas
Rap hustlin ass niggas smokin out yo bidness center for the whole winter

[Chorus]
Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know
Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know
Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know

Curren$y – Briefcase (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Yeah
Yeah
On a mission and I’m fishin’ for my niggas
Fuck around found Pilot Talk III

Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe
Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase
Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe
Condo, capital city of each state
Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake
Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight
Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes
Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way
Some disguised as friends, masks on they face
Fake smiles, devilish grins, looks of hate
Steer clear of them cause them niggas they’ll take ya
For a long ride, they find ya tied up off the interstate
Stakes high, but I’m higher
Keys open doors to my lowrider
Somewhere inside I’m sure I got a lighter
Take flight after we find it
Racecar driver slash airplane pilot
Dress better than yo stylist nigga I’m not even tryin’
You wastin’ time lookin’ at shit you ain’t even buyin’
I’m on the lot and you barely online browsin’
Tryna tell me what to do with my shit
Organized crime, in my mind game applied
Dream realized, things visualized, materialized
Words to my rhymes, I’m swervin’ in my ’65
13 inch gold spokes white wall tires
Young’un you ’round grown folks
Keep some open eyes, and ears
You might learn something up here
No fear, just blood sweat and gears
Shifting the number one position, top tier
For the right amount of dollars my nigga, I’ll appear
The whole crowd high off the dope for they ears
Catalogue thats enough dope for the years
I’m on for hella seasons like cheers nigga yeah
Million cash in the safe, help me sleep safe
Handcuff my favourite bitch to the briefcase
Baby text me, let me know you made it in safe
Condo, capital city of each state
Enough here for all of us to have a slice of cake
Make sure every body ate, the whole family straight
Try to keep a tidy place and have it free of snakes
Cause you know they slither in here some kinda way

On a mission and I’m fishin’ for my niggas
Fuck around found Pilot Talk
Yeah, yeah
Seen niggas blow up and blow it, you know it
One of the last stoned poets

Curren$y – Lemonade Mimosas (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Verse 1]
Treacherous bitches tryna snatch bricks out the crib before you build it
Roll one up for my nigga, gotta smoke it alone cause somebody killed him
So I’m roaming the city stoned, won’t leave the town alone
Stay puttin’ on, new shit
Louie Vuitton case for the pool sticks
Want it off the brick, show you what to do with this
Audio drug lord, penning that dope for yo ass to smoke
Four bars like an 8 ball of snow
Hundred dollar bills rolled into a straw
She havin’ a classic coke, her model feature still intact
That powder yet to take a toll on her
She in the suite at the game huntin’ business owners
Tryna get one of them fools to throw a ring on it
Won’t be me or none of my homies
That money got our attention every minute
Every second thinking of ways to bring them cheques in
It’s a obsession

[Hook]
Focused on grosses, never on these hoes’
Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean
Lames we don’t know them
Game to be sold, not told
Count it up, stash it
Then bring some more in
This is not a game but we playin’
With some dope bitch
Paid in the shade nigga
Lemonade Mimosas

[Verse 2]
Uh
Airport passenger pick up
Lookin’ like a showroom
This how our bitches come to get us
Every moment worthy of pictures
Each one worth a million
Shift gears like pulling the trigger
Killin’ them niggas Leave they head spinnin’
They find they women missin’
Mama tryna kick it like a habit
But if its not bout cash I keep dippin’
That cadillac viscous
Thats the homie Vish shit
Painted and on switches riding to the bank
Fuck what a bitch think no tint on the windows
Sharks in the fish tank chillin
Twistin’ a zip of that dank
On a mission to get bigger
Expansion, more mansions
More vehicles, more Villas
Imagine it, my nigga

[Hook]
Focused on grosses, never on these hoes’
Jets up in motion, Land, Air, Ocean
Lames we don’t know them
Game to be sold, not told
Count it up, stash it
Then bring some more in
This is not a game but we playin’
With some dope bitch
Paid in the shade nigga
Lemonade Mimosas

Paid in the shade nigga, Lemonade Mimosas

Curren$y – Alert (feat. Styles P) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

[Hook: Curren$y]
Never stop, ’til we pick up loot on every block
The roof on the crib got that helicop
Coupe move with new shoes and socks
Not to mention the masterpiece watch
Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings
Material things, wasteful, I know
But I just use it as a way to keep score

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Shit bigger than a 6 plus, this is us
The crew who you hide your bitches from
Jet Life homie, you trying to get rich or what?
Closed this deal in a restaurant, power lunch
I had the veal with the parmesan
Bed of angel hair pasta it was resting on
Two mimosa’s, a to-go cup with Coca-Cola
Now I’m smokin’, rollin’, gas in my motor, sippin’ my soda
We use the Pro Tools to break down boulders
My girl pull her own weight, with her sexy lil shoulders
In the strapless Vera Wang, Alexander or whoever made it
I just know she paid it, it cost me Nathan
Sexy, cool, crazy
My baby like one of them hot 70’s ladies
Under disco lights with her hips swaying
To the music playin’
While I’m making major moves with the boss playas
Win or lose I was there, beginning to end
I paid dues so I’m included and you never knew it
Until you saw we did it you was still tryna do it
Lookin’ at us lookin’ like stars, and we lookin’ at you stupid
Sucks to be you kid
Drugs in the music

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Boss playa I’ll ask what it cost later
Throw it in the cut like fuck it I’ll floss later
In the mix like a cross fader
No DJ, givin’ em’ no leeway
We be everywhere from the mansion to the PJ’s
Crown on the wrist, pound of the piff
Get around in the 6, ask in town I’m the shit
But who’s the niggas I’m shittin’ on?
Come to money, you gettin’ off or gettin’ on?
You see that fly shit Spitta on
You see that fly shit Ghost on
The money and the weed, the guns and the Nikes
In the cars with the ice just might form Voltron
Or should I transform on ’em, they was goin ham on ’em
I was blowin’ grams on ’em
They was showin’ swag
I was blowin’ bags full of strains that niggas didn’t ever know they had
It’s Jet Life, I except life
Is not life until you come through livin’ block life
Carbon fiber stock pipes
I’m talkin’ marble on the kitchen counter
You gon’ smell like reserve if you sit around us
Should I keep goin’ or quiet up?
If you got fire, then fire it up

[Hook: Curren$y]
Never stop, ’til we pick up loot on every block
The roof on the crib got that helicop
Coupe move with new shoes and socks
Not to mention the masterpiece watch
Not to mention the chain or the diamond rings
Material things, wasteful, I know
But I just use it as a way to keep score

London Grammar – Rooting For You (Truth Is A Beautiful Thing Deluxe Album)

Let winter break
Let it burn ’til I see you again
I will be here with you
Just like I told you I would
I’d love to always love you
But I’m scared of loneliness
When I’m, when I’m alone with you

I know it’s hard
Only you and I
Is it all for me?
Because I know it’s all for you
And I guess, I guess
It is only, you are the only thing I’ve ever truly known
So, I hesitate, if I can act the same for you
And my darlin’, I’ll be rooting for you
And my darlin’, I’ll be rooting for you

And where did she go?
Truth left us long ago
And I need her tonight because I’m scared of loneliness with you, baby
And I should let it go
But all that is left is my perspective, broken and so left behind again

I know it’s hard
Only you and I
Is it all for me?
Because I know it’s all for you
And I guess, I guess
It is only, you are the only thing I’ve ever truly known
So, I hesitate, if I can act the same for you
And my darlin’, I’ll be rooting for you
And my darlin’, I’ll be rooting for you

London Grammar – Big Picture (Truth Is A Beautiful Thing Deluxe Album)

Love, what did you do to me?
My only hope is to let life stretch out before me
And break me on this lonely road
I’m made of many things, but I’m not what you are made of

Only now do I see the big picture
But I swear that these scars are fine
Only you could’ve hurt me in this perfect way tonight
I might be blind, but you’ve told me the difference
Between mistakes and what you just meant for me

Don’t say you ever loved me
Don’t say you ever cared
My darkest friend was

Have you forgotten all the lies you left there so fresh
Turning old in the air
And now, you have no weapons
You can try to get close to those I love
Do you really think they don’t know what you’re made of

Only now do I see the big picture
But I swear that these scars are fine
Only you could’ve hurt me in this perfect way tonight
I might be blind but you’ve told me the difference
Between mistakes and what you just meant for me

Someone say you ever loved me
Don’t say you ever cared
My darkest friend was

London Grammar – Wild Eyed (Truth Is A Beautiful Thing Deluxe Album)

[Verse 1]
Sun, suffocate the atmosphere
But I’m safe with you, far away from here
Another fire through another open door
It’s what I’m living for

Breath of mine, be all that you need
It’s not much from a broken nothing
Wear another truth on your turned-up sleeve
This is everything I dream

[Chorus]
Oh, oh
He-hell no
I am wild eyed and waiting
Oh, oh
Yeah, hell no
I am wild eyed and wandering

[Verse 2]
Fortunately I have enough of you
You say it’s not where we are
It’s not what we choose
Looking out from all that you have built
With red skies, I will drift

[Chorus]
Oh, oh no
Yeah, hell no
I am wild eyed and waiting
Oh, oh
He-hell no
I am wild eyed and wandering

[Bridge]
Oh, oh
What are your dreams?
Oh, oh
What are your dreams?

[Chorus]
Oh, oh
Yeah, hell yeah
I am wild eyed and waiting
Oh, oh
He-hell no
I am wild eyed and wandering

[Outro]
Oh
What are your dreams?
Oh
What are your dreams?
Oh
What are your dreams?

London Grammar – Oh Woman Oh Man (Truth Is A Beautiful Thing Deluxe Album)

I can see that you’re giving up
It should not mean that much to me
And I don’t know where the rest go
But everybody’s been telling me no

But I’ll always have a thing for you
I’d move the earth
But nothing made you want me better
There is nothing I can do
But steal the moon
But nothing made you want me better

Oh woman oh man
Choose a path for a child
Great mirrored plans
Oh woman oh man
Take a devil by the hands through
Yellow sands

And I can see that you’re giving up
So tell me it should not mean this much to me
And I don’t know where the rest goes
Everybody’s been telling me no

But I’ll always have a thing for you
I’d move the earth
But nothing made you want me better
There is nothing I can do
But steal the moon
And nothing made you want me better

Oh woman oh man
Choose a path for a child
Great mirrored plans
Oh woman oh man
Take a devil by the hands through
Yellow sands

Woman choose your man
Woman who understands
Do you really understand?
Do you really understand?
Do you really understand?

Oh woman oh man
Choose a path for a child
Great mirrored plans
Oh woman oh man
Take a devil by the hands through
Yellow sands

Woman choose your man
(Oh woman, oh man) Woman who understands
Do you really understand?
Do you really understand?

London Grammar – Hell To The Liars (Truth Is A Beautiful Thing Deluxe Album)

[Verse 1]
Hell to the liars
Here’s to you and me
Hell to the best of us
Here’s to you and me

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Hell to the righteous ones
Here’s to them
The grey-suited walkers
Prestigious men

[Chorus]
Here’s to the things you love
Here’s to those you fight enough
Hell to the rest of us
Here’s to the things you love
Here’s to the things you love

[Verse 2]
Those who are born with love
Here’s to you trying
And I’m no better than those I judge
With all my suffering

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hell to the liars
Here’s to you and me
I look way above us
Seeing no one free

[Chorus]
Here’s to the things you love
Here’s to those you fight enough
Hell to the rest of us
Here’s to the things you love
Here’s to the things you love

Here’s to the things you love
Here’s to those you fight enough
Hell to the rest of us
Here’s to the things you love
Here’s to the things you love

London Grammar – Who Am I (Truth Is A Beautiful Thing Deluxe Album)

[Verse 1]
There is life in the dark
So small but there you are
Hand in hand, this life, you are
Something I cant understand
Endless thoughts, they get ahead
Blue against my better sense
I am trying my best
To fit in with the rest

[Pre-Chorus]
Who am I, who am I to want you now you’re leaving?
Who am I, who am I, who am I to judge you now you’re leaving?

[Chorus]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

[Verse 2]
All my love in the dark
Be close but miles apart
And I am trying my best
To fit in with the rest

[Chorus]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

[Pre-Chorus]
Who am I, who am I to want you now you’re leaving?
Who am I, who am I, who am I to judge you now you’re leaving?

[Chorus]
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

London Grammar – Leave The War With Me (Truth Is A Beautiful Thing Deluxe Album)

Fair game, go on and drop your hat
Feathers gone and make you lose mine
Losing love all over again
But it’s my way till the end of time
Less dread when I drop my hat
Fear going, let me lose mine
I’m losing love all over again
But it’s my way till the end of time
And where do we go?
And I’m leaning towards
Losing my mind with this feeling no more
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Fair trials, they don’t exist my friend
Only a circus in my mind
Judgement’s gone and there’s no love again
But it’s my way till the end of time
Where do we go?
And I’m leaning towards
Losing my mind and I’m feeling no more
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me (better leave that)
Ooh, better leave that war with me
Ooh, better leave that war with me

London Grammar – Truth Is A Beautiful Thing (Truth Is A Beautiful Thing Deluxe Album)

Miles and miles on my own
Walk with shame, I follow on
A language to find hard to hear
Not to understand, just disappear

To hold your heart, to hold your hand
Would be to me, the greatest thing
To hold your heart, to hold your hand
Would be to me, the bravest thing

Could you take my place and stand here?
I do not think you’d take this pain
You’ll be on your knees and struggle under the weight
Oh, the truth would be a beautiful thing
Oh, the truth is a beautiful thing

I wear another thought of you
There’s so much home I give to you
Hide you somewhere they don’t know
Deep in my call you know you have a throne

Hold your heart, hold your hand
Would be to me, the greatest thing
To hold your heart, to hold your hand
Would be to me, the bravest thing

Could you take my place and stand here?
I don’t think you’d take this pain
You’ll be on your knees and struggle under the weight
Oh, the truth would be a beautiful thing
Oh, the truth is a beautiful thing