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Paper love – Allie X lyrics

Lyrics Allie X – Paper love

I believe, I believe in the things you do
And I wanna believe you believe that too
All the noise in my ear that I hear about you
Pray it can’t, pray it don’t, pray it won’t come true.(paper love)

I know you were thinking
Bad things when you kissed me, oh
Your tongue told me every lie
Sad song, warm occasion
Last week, swear no matter what
I’ll be stretching out the time.

Ohhh, I know that boy’s gonna rip me up
‘Cause he ain’t that nice, he won’t do right
He’ll leave a nasty cut versuri-lyrics.info
Oh, I cry until I just dissolve
Come on watch my heart turn to pulp
Like paper (paper-paper)
Paper Love.

I believe, I believe in a line so thin
There’s a light, there’s a light and it pulls me in
Going down, going down ’til I chip my chin
Take my head in your hands, pop it with a pin.

I know you were thinking
Bad things when you kissed me, oh
Your tongue told me every lie
Sad song, warm occasion
Last week, swear no matter what
I’ll be stretching out the time.

Oh, I know that boy’s gonna rip me up
‘Cause he ain’t that nice, he won’t do right
He’ll leave a nasty cut
Oh, I cry until I just dissolve
Come on watch my heart turn to pulp
Like paper (paper-paper)
Paper Loveee.
Allie X lyrics
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No back and forth – Dave East lyrics

Lyrics Dave East – No back and forth

Food stamps WIC checks, and no dental plan (Ghetto)
We bagged the raw, used to let it dry with the ceiling fan
Hand in hand they watching from the roof, drop it in a can
Package is Saran wrapped, duct tape, paper fill my pants
Recollections on weapons I never purchased
That money had me thirsty, s**t I need somthin’ to sip on
Straight to the point, told her I got somethin’ she could sit on
Get love out in Detroit like I’m a piston, your b*tch’ gone
At Summer Jam, I told Tee Grizz he had a hit
He told me ain’t it a blessing, we really came up from s**t
We wasn’t supposed to win
We was ‘posed to post in the pen
Be carefull aproaching men
4:44 shoutout to Hova (Hov)
He till got the culture (still)
Waiting for NAS to drop, paranoia in the holster (strapped)
I come from roaches crawling
Roaches on the walls and roaches in the hall
Smoking roaches til’ im yawning off
In grey visitor, pain sinister
I’d done talked .., state prison sentenced em
No one ever record me talking
Often my talk is Harlem, spark up and park the foreign
I’m talking Target, she walked in Target, the men’s department
We sin so often, my partners run it, these niggas jogging
In Cali, do Venice just to discuss these business offers
I hear the blogs and I hear the talking, I see the pictures
Imagine me meeting Niggas
Instagram got em emotional, I don’t understand
Met with Tommy Hilfiger, 20 minutes, A hundred grand
My next s**t bout to have the city shook like ..
This for all the youngin’s thats hustling, they just want a chance(no back and forth)

I remember I just wanted a chance to be able to just move up out the projects
Let the city know how nice I was, I never seen the money coming as fast as it did, I had to boss up over-night
Lot a niggas depended on me versuri-lyrics.info
I had pennies on me, got sick of asking niggas what you got on the Henny homie?
Now if I give out my number, it’s for business only.(Like 30 on me right now)

Watching Narcos thinking how Pablo did it?
Heard Obama gave out pardons, I prayed that Gato get it
I’m low in Denver, in a Colorado rocky’s fitted
Up-to-date with the work, Know about it soon as Papi get it
Nobody gon tell my story like me, I’m a author
You want me on your record it’s gon cost ya
We hit Miami I told Zo just pull-up Kosher
Remember writing Numb, I smoked until a lung got coughed up
Rap beef I avoid, cause my niggas do walk ups
You niggas just talk tough, spin-cycle, washed-up
I’m chilling with millionaires, s**t you niggas call luck
Everybody was down, look at us now, we all up
I just left the Louis store, with Lucci on repeat
White-Tees every day, now it’s new Gucci every week
We knock Gotti, Gucci, Jeezy, Knock Boosie in the streets
Ain’t hard to tell you from the Bottom, all you gotta do is speak
L told me be a legend, if not, f*ck is you rapping for?
Now I flip your favourite actress backwards until she ask for more
You couldn’t imagine me breaking mornings right at the store
Did the HellCat with Omelly like we were strapped for war
If I like a beat I just kill that s**t until they ask for more
If I slide your freak, she in her feelings till i’m back on tour
Dre-Mac home, I pray that they open up Scrappy door
I never met him, but we was bagging Macklemore
You play the field you should tackle more no back and forth

Stop going back and forth with these niggas
I need to actually listen to myself
Going back and forth with a lot of these niggas
S**t be funny to me like, I’m still gonna be on the Yacht
On the private Jet with your favourite model
You favourite bottle, f*ck is you talking bout nigga
We after that other bread man
Real Paper
Paranoia coming
East Side
Free Trav, Free Scrap, Free Dida, Dollar My Nigga, Free Bloody
Free Charlieee.(no back and forth)
Dave East lyrics
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Mally Mall – All On Me (feat. O.T. Genasis & Maejor)

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: O.T. Genasis]
Got a 40 pack on me
Letting off shots on me
Wishing nigga run up on me
Turn his head to [?]
Got a big watch on me
Got a big chain on me
Had the game, had the hit
Man a lot of niggas said, yeah put the blame on me
100 thousand in bottles
Extended clip with the hallows
VVS stones irregular
All of this cushion irregular
All these bands like a drum line
All these guns like a drum line
My diamonds shine like the sunshine
Got all these rappers in lunch lines

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Mally Mal]
100 bands in the club
That’s all on me
I gotta move how she want
But you riding with me
Fucking with me
Pull up to the back
Whole bar’s on me
We all came up
Hustle squad with me
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down
You know I be blowing, she feeling my zone
She hit my on phone to serve that down, to serve that down

[Hook: Maejor Ali]
I got all this money on me
Look at all these chains on me
Look at all this ice on me
Look at all these lights on me
Look at all these bottles on me
Come put your body on me
You can put the tab on me
Girl, you know it’s all on me
It’s all on me, yeah yeah
It’s all on me, yeah yeah

Katy Perry – Swish Swish (feat. Nicki Minaj) (Lyric Video)

[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
A tiger
Don’t lose no sleep
Don’t need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don’t you come for me
No, not today
You’re calculated
I got your number
‘Cause you’re a joker
And I’m a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Your game is tired
You should retire
You’re ’bout cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma’s not a liar
She keeps receipts

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
Katy Perry
They just know what is what
Young Money
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck?

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Don’t be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin’
Couldn’t even disguise you
Ran? When? Nicki gettin’ tan
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land?
Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
I’ma tell my —– Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Refrain]
They know what is what
Do they know?
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the…

Lil Bibby – For Real

[Hook]
Ay, I used to sleep on the floor
I’m never gon’ do that no more
I gotta keep me a pole
Especially when I’m in the go
I know these niggas are slow
Niggas be lying in raps
I just be hiding the facts
Too many guys got whacked
I keep it real for real
You know I can’t fake it
I got the devil on me now
You know I’mma shake it
Rappers be tucking their chain
The guys will take it
I keep it real for real
I keep it real for real

[Verse]
Look, ay, I keep it real for real
Gotta quit popping them pills
Heard you was facing them years
Heard you was taking a deal
I got some homies down state
Wish they could get an appeal
All of they lips is sealed
We do this shit for real
Niggas be dissing the king
Boy I never heard of ya
I got a hell of a team
Yeah, I be with murderers
Some of us burglars
I was a server, ain’t talking bout burgers
I love when it rain
Just give me the pain
The feeling of pain I love it
I took a loss, my bitches got lost
And that’s when I gained the money
I go insane for money
I eat your brain for money
I used to post on the block
I guess I changed for money

[Hook]
Ay, I used to sleep on the floor
I’m never gon’ do that no more
I gotta keep me a pole
Especially when I’m in the go
I know these niggas are slow
Niggas be lying in raps
I just be hiding the facts
Too many guys got whacked
I keep it real for real
You know I can’t fake it
I got the devil on me now
You know I’mma shake it
Rappers be tucking their chain
The guys will take it
I keep it real for real
I keep it real for real

Wizkid – Come Closer (feat. Drake) (Alternate Version)

[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy

[Bridge: Wizkid]
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, high note, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, high note
You make me sing, high note, ay

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

Sampha – Blood On Me (At Glastonbury 2017) (Live)

[Intro: Sampha]
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I

[Verse 1: Sampha]
Grey hoodie, they cover their heads
I can’t see their faces
I can’t see, see, see, see, see
They’re near me
There’s sweat on my hand
My heart’s thumpin’, drummin’
No need, no need to take from me
Don’t throw the paint on me
I see this light formin’
I got lost astray
And as far as runnin’ away
I still puff, I’m on the edge now
They see me, and not nearly
I nearly lose my grip, but you held on to me
And assured me, and tell me that I’m okay, but
[Chorus]
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me, for me

[Verse 2]
I wake up and the sky is blood red
I’m still heavy breathin’
Felt so much more than dreamin’
I get up, they’re at the edge of my bed
Yeah, how did they find me, find me?
They said there’s somethin’ bleedin’ in me
Somethin’ screamin’ in me
Somethin’ perfect deep beneath
What I need to, need to get away
So I get it, still it’s get away
And I’d send away, and I’d send away
But my gears got stuck
I’m on this road now
I’m so alone now, swervin’ out of control now
And I crash the whip
And your strength runs through me
Arms out, you pull me
And wipe my wounds clean

[Chorus]
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me, for me, yeah

[Bridge]
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am
Ayy, oh, I am, ayy, oh, I am

[Chorus]
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me
I swear they smell the blood on me
I hear them coming for me, for me, yeah

Dan Caplen – Flat Champagne (feat. Ray Blk)

[Verse 1: Dan Caplen]
The rent’s late, always, but we don’t talk about it
Up late, most days, living off the night before
Acting all naïve like good things come for free
Like the city’s gonna make us into what we wanna be

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne

[Verse 2: Ray BLK]
The boss calls, ignore, don’t worry ’bout it
Just drink up, don’t stop living like we do
We always find a way to land back on our feet
Cause the city’s gonna make us into what we wanna be

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne

[Bridge: Dan Caplen]
I know, I know we’ll find a way
And don’t look back on yesterday
We always seem to find a way
You know that ghosts favor the brave

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Cause we turn winters into summers
And feel one and living by the numbers
Cause you and me go through it like the others
And the highs still feel the same
And we still get drunk off flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne
Flat champagne

Trapo – Break From Me

[Intro]
Is foreplay the move today?
Swisher wraps and booze, more ways to move, yeah
Swear this ride
Ain’t so bad at all
Right
I think you need a

[Chorus]
Break from me
Vacation or something
A blunt and a nap
Been spent all my cash
Ain’t workin’ for no one
‘Least nobody yet
Right, right (right)

[Verse 1]
Raffle
Funny how this time you’re the one that’s throwin’ the tantrum
Wanted to be romantic
How do I make you better?
Let this liquor replenish your spirit
Couple hours have passed, a couple days are done
I sent you back on the way
On the road in Ohio, I had a meeting today
Slam the door in Ohio, I get a text from her mom
My daughter just got a job, so eat a dick ’cause she’s fine

[Chorus]
Great for me
Vacation or something
Was waitin’ for you
Was waitin’ for something
In need of a woman
Who tell me the truth
Break from me (was waitin’ for you, you)

[Verse 2]
I remain jubilant
No diss is getting to me, no diss is getting to me
The other day homie say ain’t mean to stop you
But who that girl you would talk to in high school
The one with the nice boobs and all, I’ll wait
Looking fused in office, stayin’ confused and all
Ready to throw a punch, I wonder if it would land
Wonder if this is right, wonder, I pause
Like for a moment, our skin tone make us special
I should try and uplift you
‘Stead of birthing my opposition
Wanna be optimistic
But the dead, poor, in jail cloud the vision for a nigga
Ain’t shit promised but vagina and a sentence for a nigga
Ain’t shit promised but my mama in the kitchen for a minute
Stomach growling, still hear it
Waiting hours, still hear it
Taking showers, still hear it
Ain’t shit promised for a nigga but our spirit
You should fear and take a break from me
Away from me I said, I need a smoke to clear my head

[Chorus]
Vacation or something
A blunt and a nap
Been spent all my cash
Ain’t workin’ for no one
‘Least nobody yet
Right
Break from me (right, right)
Ain’t workin’ for no one

[Outro]
Which nigga are you?
Hopeless and confused, education abused
Graduation to lose, channel two
A new nigga on the street
A new statistic
Another dream gone bad
Another song song sad
We pray for better days, wedding rings, and finer things
Which nigga are you?
Sweats or designer jeans?
Right

Dave East – No Back And Forth

[Verse 1]
Food stamps WIC checks, and no dental plan (Ghetto)
We bagged the raw, used to let it dry with the ceiling fan
Hand in hand they watching from the roof, drop it in a can
Package is Saran wrapped, duct tape, paper fill my pants
Recollections on weapons I never purchased
That money had me thirsty, shit I need somthin’ to sip on
Straight to the point, told her I got somethin’ she could sit on
Get love out in Detroit like I’m a piston, your bitch’ gone
At Summer Jam, I told Tee Grizz he had a hit
He told me ain’t it a blessing, we really came up from shit
We wasn’t supposed to win
We was ‘posed to post in the pen
Be carefull aproaching men
44:4 shoutout to Hova (Hov)
He till got the kosher (still)
Waiting for NAS to drop, paranoia in the holster (strapped)
I come from roaches crawling
Roaches on the walls and roaches in the hall
Smoking roaches til’ im yawning off

Tabby – Buckwheat (White Trash Album)

[Verse]
I’m too sick to go play out-
Side not with the fake. Spouting
Fag to my face while pads kept in Dolces
Mouths spitting sorbet-sweet sixteens
B-day celebration. Just more sperm
Who ran a red at the exit
Chains the new nooses
Whips bump same abuse that
Slay billboards like dragon
My balls hang like Goku’s did
Newcastle cap to basket passed
Sundays in pews. Sit!
Sobered up by the wafers
Savior’s blood made him puke. Ick!
He forcing the demons out, believe he bulimic now?
His finger reach projectile. The peace: never keep it down
These squares Cheeze-Nips, two W’s, one E involved
Tabby step up to ring come-up fucks from the semen towel
Force of Katrina mixed with Luke, but he lost his head
Anxious from Mary, but Peter keep on unleashing webs
Keep up with debt like I’m Usain with two missing legs
Screaming "Sharkeisha!" beating dead steed that Tabby’s depressed
Feeling dapper though hollow, dammit
Shadows fit like wet wool, style owned ain’t Rabbit’s 8-mile, dammit
In the womb, soaked in pen ink for 9 months, dammit
Type quotes behind mom burping me; I’m cold, dammit
Minnesotan shirtless with slurpee, while snow
Pile up with who’s hurt me down my road
It’s certain my flow alerting foes like I chirped their Nextel
Dial tones when calling for God’s guidance
Don’t pick up like I don’t with my folks. I’m sorry
So why not pop doze pills
Hoping Zorro will strike the sheep hopping, still
Lost count like ya’ll without the shrill
Tick from the metronome. Bitch, drop the quill
Depression set in, sure, but jotting thoughts with skill
Blurred vision when liquor hitting my tonsils, chill
Stir another one; Khalid tolerance. Vomit, ill
As Doom coughing ’till mask drop
Best darkness like cops who kill
UH!

[Outro: BIGQUINT]
Hahahah! Now that is how you start a motherfuckin’ mixtape. Welcome to White Trash. Tabby has created this project to act as a window into his mind, you see. So you, the listener, can gather an understanding of how he became who he is today. He hopes you can relate to his openness while finding his witty imagery both humorous and thought-provoking. If you can’t find anything positive to take away from this experience, well, probably because you a lil’ bitch. Now sit back, grab a cold one, roll up if you need to. Do whatever your ass gotta do, bruh, and enjoy the rest of the project

Tabby – Nordeast (White Trash Album)

[Intro]
Hello, you have reached Tabby. Please leave a message at the end of the tone
Hey, Tabby, biggest fan! I just wanted to that say your music got me rock hard!

[Verse 1]
If a tree falls in the forest by no man
Does it make a sound only 90’s kids will understand? (dang deep)
Asterisk, hit the blunt, shift 8, dankest meme
Lamest beef brung to me? Gang way, I’m swinging cleaves
Capers on my bagel? (gross)
Haze plumes from doobie
Blowing shapes for YouTube done got you famous? (woah)
Dick floating while I write this, epsom soak
To rid skin of Simple Simon saliva
Whiter than pigeon shit
Sticking to his script. The MacGyver of lyrics;
Rhyme a paper clip taped to Bic
Dipwads dangled by ankles, drop your two cents
"Thank you bitch!"
Spark with Mary in mangers, the savior take the greatest hits
I buy ’em on vinyl and break ’em to spite God
Got him lobbing that lightning, dodge him doing the Dougie
Quick bust a nut in the nunnery like
Some priests when the youngins weep. Yo
Tongue and cheek? Totally
Locate Kony and bring him in only one trip with groceries
You know it’s me

[Hook]
I’m rad dude. Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Ooooh, kill ’em!
Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you
I’m rad dude. Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Ooooh, kill ’em!
Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you

[Verse 2]
Six Nordeast before me. Piss-poor peeps performing
Mistaken for Pinkman, ya’ll pass as Nick Nolte
Gut guppies opposing, exposing components
Stiffed, short a few organs: aortas, cajones (your balls)
"Lol, heart my haters!"
Cool! I remember 6th grade with them bracelets too
Ya’ll like, "Hello fellow kids! I’m so relatable
So hip with hip-hop, hips got stainless tool
Nymphs for days, they drool for my crazy jewels!"
But I ain’t falling for a fake, pay too
Close attention to what makes you you
One sitting, albums finished?
Don’t revise the hype, Jack!
If pastor used adlibs, that Bible go thrice plat
Rivals benign, I’m making doctors break ice bad
Keep stroking that ego with weak flows Popeye ass
I’m Charlie in jean shorts beating rats. Deep throat me
This White Trash! (x4)

[Hook]
I’m rad dude. Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Ooooh, kill ’em!
Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you
I’m rad dude. Spit up rhythms like bad food
Ya’ll compliment fishing with whack hooks
Dip lickity-split, do a dab. Ooooh, kill ’em!
Midwesterner rap proves a shift in the image of crackers
Kick up them signature Vans, Dan
Got liquor and greens to attract you

Tabby – Cranston (White Trash Album)

[Verse]
(Who the fuck is this guy?)
(Everybody, shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up)
I’m that cracker with the scraggly beard (okay)
Glazed corneas matching a matador’s handkerchief (okay)
Stork who bore these adorable busters received
Fully charged megabuster sauced for supper, scrumptious
Buddy, we cutting your set short with sword swing from Voorhees
Before you make the OGs go "oh gees"
Please, ya’ll the cream of the crop? More like the filling of zits
Gifted as shit
My lines Keanu’s seen in green tint
Achoo (bless you)
Why do he care when mucus airborne?
So fucked for dollars, caught wallet whacking off to Dare Dorm (okay)
I’m in rare form, got holographic skin
Don’t care for thirsty bitches taking swigs of fella’s styles
(Yo, pass me one too)
I’m taking swings with dusters dunked in lemon lime
Catch a Sprite from the most feisty white since Federline
Now your man’s got booboo
Fist pressed that square’s face in like Bandicoot’s move
That cracker stays a modest emcee
Besides the braggadocio and getting swamped in pussy
Delete beef with foes with the Chrome history
Miyagi plucking bugs, I’m Daniel Besting his reach (okay)
Dipping toes in wonky flows
His opponents solely stroke in quarter notes
This kitten sticking out like cowlick from crowd (uh-huh)
Of fickle dimwits spitting fodder cows would snicker ’bout (uh-huh)
Patience short as corgi limbs
For poorly spitted, dorky quips, really now?
Dive in headfirst like Michael
Swim with vipers
Cobra Kai kicking cyphers
Double-X-L sweating like Killer Mike’s shirt (oh shit)
Jonesin’ need to blaze
Blowing donuts like pigs that would fire up Dunkin’
If frosting wasn’t lighter
Field got fuckers saying "real" before larp starts
Katana dice foam bows apart, then go for heart
Like Hardee’s combo with ricin sauce out of Heisenberg’s cabinet
‘Cause motherfucker, I am not having it
I’m that hipster who’s lips coax a cinder to light (light)
His moves cripple Richter, whoa, big words you tyke (tyke)
The kid’s foes all elbows, fists curl like prom night (night)
Italian and Irish, both sides of speakeasies
My hair thick and slick, back up fuckboy, G-Eazy
No name will name drop till they drop; this is V-Day
These Tommys rip coats too clothes up for 4th Yeezy (season, Jesus)
My poetry will leave you speechless
16’s with ease
Conscience shit, sometimes ignant
Best bars look like I gave listening to a-listers (really?)
Spit lyrics cold as dude who stowed Buscemi whole
To get chopped like I smoked raw to roach (who the fuck is this dude?)
I’m Poe in office, haunted by phonics (okay)
Let’s be honest here, ya’ll getting offed by a novice (okay)
Get pickets for this .ZIP file snap picture, Mac’s getting first virus
Hold cellular regular to pen zip up papyrus?
Odor from the zip like split open papayas
Rinse, repeat, recycle rappers .GIFs rocking these mics now?
Jif’s what they spreading for fans acting like Fido
Darkest on my mind, outside so albino (ayy)
She swallow white like the meth game (ayy)
Got skills of Abella, but never giving my dick breaks (ayy)
Go doggie, palm her cheeks like Macaulay, take spliff drag (ayy)
She twerk it while I work in the last hit for this tape (ayy)
The last Pac drowned in DatPiff
Last cop laughed when cam glitched (oh)
One shot got daughters dadless
Squad goals 16 large bought McDonald’s (oh shit)
Glock’s full, 5-0 stay famished (yo, what the fuck just happened?)
Same number on my SPF, rays got Irwin, pale stay the safe pigment (what? The fuck that mean?)
Sweat drop down, froze to the ground, gather ’round
Feel out what the braille says, bitch
(Yo, hold on, what the fuck just happened?)
(You just got me so hyped and now I’m just fucking sad)
(Fuck you)

Tabby – Yellow Belly (White Trash Album)

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden

[Verse 1]
Yo, watch the gawking. I know my style not too common
Yesterday’s tossed on after whiffing the laundry
The wife of Father Time picking fights to disarm me
We toe to toe like she hiked up them mom jeans
Pinch of Picasso mixed with whiskers of Dali:
Concoction of the artist currently raw as ahi
Talk’s cheap but you begging for a few bucks
Discovered couple glory holes post me fucking Ku Klux
Hokey-Pokey fist in pussy lips if they chose to run
Agony nagging, wants me to do her?
Shocker. Remove her tee: one in sink, two in the fuchsia
"How are you?"
Truth stretched like Dhalsim moves, "I’m doing super."
But mood took a dive. Sploosh
By 5, 7 fifths have piled, now all my cyphers haikus
Ditch discs disguised as tight tunes
Piff dyes lungs violet
Gold got your guts the like hue

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden

[Verse 2]
Looking forward to your callused corpse
Endorphins kicking more than panicked horses
Sitting stoned with gargoyles and we hella bored
I’m that antidote coursing through bandwagon norms, bitch
Ya’ll doing lines like a coked-up seamstress
Since ’93, funks in my jeans, ripped
Hipster, please. You ain’t fresh as me, shit!
Conk out easy hearing you get slept on
"I’m unique," you Tweeting? Obvious ya
Only played yourself since you been born
Weasley in a beanie plus Clockwork Orange
Equals treatment. Dosage: daily torture
One-hit fuck mugs plunge my porcelain then
Dumped when done. Chumps stacked. 300
Rugrat outnumbered? Fuck that, keep coming
Nutsack humungous as cat’s new hunger

[Hook]
Fuck with these socks and slides
Let’s spin The Chronic if ya down to vibe
Mon cheri brought us grub to eat
Nothing more lovely than what’s between them thighs
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden
Gonna rake in all these profits
Like this my zen garden

Tabby – Rufus (White Trash Album)

[Intro: BIGQUINT]
I suppose you’d like to know how Tabby got his name, wouldn’t you? Well it all started with a small orange cat named Rufus. Meow. Yeah, you. I don’t really fuck with cats, but, Rufus, I like you. Most would think little Rufus here was adopted from Tabby’s local shelter; you’d be wrong. See, motherfucker, this man went on a long, spiritual journey to find his purpose. And on this path, he became inexplicably drawn to a mysterious cavernous opening–or cave, for you simple motherfuckers. And upon entering, he soon found himself face to face with a giant mystical beast sleeping in his lair. Now you would think he would say to himself, "nah, fuck this shit, I’m out," dip the other direction, but nah, not good old Tabby. See, this dumb motherfucker decided to wake the motherfucker up

[Verse 1: Rufus]
Slumber disturbed. Perturbed
Incessant slurs insert
In sections served. Hors d’oeuvres
Expensive turds. So burn
Incense & myrrh. From murk
Insects with words dispersed
Exodus verse inferred
Pestilence. Perk in fur
When pest pinch. Purr to blur
My reverence. Turn to scourge
And sever worms. Litter
Cement with cursed dirt
Respect your work? Not worth
A second, squirt. So squirm
Let leopard curl unstirred
Or bed is hearse, you heard?

[Hook]
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

[Verse 2: Tabby]
Apologies
Did not intend offense
Just pent up, pardon me
Sickened by all of these
Misfits’ anthologies
On disc & spotify
Buzz caught
I’m swatting flies, just missed
They’re taunting me
Pissed off in poverty
Pissed on my dollar jeans
Piss drunk. The squalor yield
Results for Ponzi Schemes
I’ll feed apocalypse
Sausage and omelettes
Before I call it quits
Slip monarch gauntlets on fists
Since God giving power trips outlets
Spark dipped from partnership
Betwixt parliament. Honestly
Parted to ponder with
Mystical monoliths

[Verse 3: Rufus]
For centuries
Command V’s been telling me
The prowess in their pedigree
Scoff when promises
Pocket dialing greed presently
Yet, exception breathes
Monologue rich in remedy
One that causing demi
Switch in sending thee
To swim in Styx. Instead
Decree a halt to next emcees
Walking jock in palm for blessings
Beast stepping down
Paws treading as domestic breed
Lesson: keep testing self
To best your enemy
Let’s

[Hook]
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce

[Outro: BIGQUINT]
You see, after countless rappers went to Rufus for his blessing, only to later abuse them, he was surprised to find that this one simply desired guidance rather than fame and power. Rufus bestowed upon him the name Tabby, and decided to accompany him on his journey by taking the form of a simple house cat. Believe that shit? A mystical beat taking the form of a fuckin’ house cat. But this here was baring the reminder that not all rivals are on the outside; most are from within

Tabby – Twelve 27 (White Trash Album)

[Intro]
Don’t believe in deities, believe you hearing me
Shrink beneath the sink, fearing someone bout to kill Ralphie
Mind in a blur. Ambition stirred, It fled from me
Now left & right married for peace & harmony:
Please, no harming me
Don’t believe in deities, believe you hearing me
Shrink beneath the sink, fearing someone bout to kill Ralphie
Mind in a blur. Ambition stirred, It fled from me
Now left & right married for peace & harmony:
Please, no harming me

[Verse]
Twelve 27
Two days later, he back in heaven
Two years of age, I lacked awareness
Twelve 27
Two days later, Dad lost his baby
How could he take it?
Off to the Natives, lost in the mountains
Sparked sage. Followed constellations
Walked paces didn’t lead to X, facing
This ain’t the Matrix. No exit
Uh
Twelve 27
Celebrated different, no name on cake
Just dated pics on Facebook
Poems got tears tracing people’s faces
Father water sorrows like a gardner
Uh
Twelve 27
Why was it him? Dad blames himself
Not the helmet. Didn’t even work
Now he hang out in the basement
With his face printed on a shirt
Uh
Twelve 27
Written on my skin to remember my mortality
Last of my daddy’s. Momma pats me on the back
Every chance blown. Nasty habit of romancing bad ones
Buy ’em drinks, something fancy
Finances dad has managed in the trash
Now spending more to cover my credit score & ass
Pop pills after pills, spine is killing
His nerves pinching like how you bother siblings
Don’t know how that feel
Uh
Twelve 27
Two days later, he back in heaven
I think? I don’t know. I don’t believe in God anymore
Hypochondria, I fear every organ
I fear hearing organs when I kick the bucket
I’m no 49er, can’t find gold in dying
Multiplying my anxiety by the ounce
Suck it up bitch, we all end up in the ground
Close your eyes without closing lids boy
That’s a darkness you can’t comprehend
Uh
Twelve 27
Need to know the answers
Bro, lend a hand. Joe, just come back

Tabby – Mahogany (White Trash Album)

[Verse 1]
Sockless in sneakers
Stench equals the havoc. I’m reeking
Not reaping benefits too frequent
Tally up my defeats, they’re increasing
Squaring up with ballerinas in sequent dresses
Doppelgänger brought them demons
They’re leaving messes
My place a sty and I just cleaned it completely
Let out a sigh like the doggie, good grief it’s
Hard enough keeping up with hygiene
Kiss me with some passion
Chemistry once the prefix
Of my romance with the reaper ’till she slipped
Once a cheater, they will be until defense
Runs out of reefer

[Hook]
Boy, relax. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate

[Verse 2]
Inspired when I watch films bout
What happens when I slip out of reality
Like panties on mind. Ditch doubt for a minute
Lift the shoulders and vibe
This couch getting lived in. I’m high
My priorities twisted. Give them keys up, no drive
Focus staying in the garage with monoxide sitting shotty
Pipes smoke. Now pope switch zucchetto for dad cap
Religion for ass clad in acid washed shorts
Wine & wafers for thigh gaps. The scripture for White Trash
"Who this narcissistic heretic?" You might ask
Not me. These dimples deeper than what’s currently popping
Lyrically foxy, all your thoughts want me. Pause
Alright now silence those broads, please?

[Hook]
I said
I said
Boy, relax. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Boy, relax. Sit them kicks on this mahogany
But cop a coaster. Condensation warps the varnishing
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate
Don’t procrastinate

Tabby – V.S. (White Trash Album)

[Verse]
You wanna be on TV more than pay for the rent
The type to fill an empty Fiji to impress while you quench thirst
That stomach getting queasy when reality set
Jehovah’s Witness knock is opportunity, you don’t answer
Get off that lazy boy, lazy boy
Green with envy over green just make you jaded, boy
Them ladies just like life: ya ain’t at Staples, boy
Can’t check yourself in streams if you
Still on momma’s cable bill, boy
Tweeting at celebrities while the bird on your shoulder
Setting quests for that booty. A cracker sure ain’t the motive here
Scratching the surface only a scrotum itch
Go for sniff, went unnoticed like the potential possessed in here
Daddy ought to have spanked ya
Had he not pampered you in Pampers
Would have grown like a man, instead you grew like a canker
Hypochondriac who think he have cancer
Any time he feeling slightly off, man what the fuck happened?
Can’t smoke without believing the fuzz
Gonna cuff your arteries, please check your privilege
Mary let you have your cake like scene from Matilda
Shit so schizophrenic. Haven’t seen a dentist in
(Uhhhh) You can’t remember?
Baby tooth could buy a pint bruh, it needs removal
Your solution? Buy some time, switch ivory to a gold
Once you quit feeling lower than Tyrian knees to floor
You slipping boy, how you supposed to move forward?
Sniffing out the bitch in you, this doberman huffing
Lucky I don’t pick a snub up and just utter fuck it
Blowing chances like Malkova, you ain’t on the come up
Put yourself so far in debt for PS4 and a plasma
Now Gordo put cash toward it, should
Knock your head back like tortoise ’cause
You don’t help him or even pick the damn phone up
Those eyes not on the prize, or ball, just post mortem
Sitting on Snapchat for ass pics and to blow up?
Boas coiled round your throat showing gold found in phobia?
Nope. Facts & mirrors, facing either? Super laughable bro
Earl Grey black as Idris Alba’s nostrils brew in your skull
Mother fucker, please get outta your dome!
But Jesus Christ, you can’t even freestyle
Spend years writing tracks people won’t hear. Smile
With teeth more yellow than Homer’s piss
A juicy fruit rapper cutting more lines than the Olson twins
Pick your poison, pin up bitches or potpourri?
Contemplating the quarrel, your cranium should be quarantined
Liquid pouring down the steps of your temples, feel the chemistry Of loathing oneself enough to score it with pen ink
Bet he penny pinching on giving two cents towards anything
Watch him elevate; still mope bout that chick he ain’t ever date
The world’s seen better days without that freckled face
Ya fiend for females who can’t screen through his baggage
But TSA get boosted while that ego get damaged
I’m your Smeagule, I’m the reason you don’t seek helping hands Just stare down at your own. I’m the reason they’re clammy
But just remember, sucka: I’m the reason you’re Tabby

Tabby – Umami (White Trash Album)

[Hook]
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Nah, fuck that

[Verse]
I chose the sofa over queen sized
Yolk over steamed rice
Meditate to keep chi warm as steeped chai
Be warned, he seems nice;
Under skin lies a beast of a feline
Drag a dude like a rip of the peace pipe
Then chuck the duce. See trouble in cheeched eyes
Forbidden fruit seems ripe, solid chomp for
Team and three Vines will free mind
No budging in these lines, sucka
Cut the chit chat like crotch shrubbery
Fucked with ya’ll, now nads bluer than Sully’s
Vocals buttery enough for Dean to wanna
Chop em up with some colored cutlery
Busting nuts on marble statue busts
I’m a lover of art till guards catch me
Long cardigans donned to match dong, that’s fashion
Stun samaritans with varied kicks and carry along. I’m snatching Spans of attention whores who charge
For expansions and fan polaroids
Saltines salty he ran from Campbell’s, floored
Damsels after Link damaged; man’s Gannendorf
Can it, dork. Ya’ll put real coin towards Cam gals to squirt
The token snow maestro capture Tolken’s work
In single stanzas. Trove of cabbage crammed in zags & smoked
Yeah, your slop got hogs herding
Me? Got sucked off while watching Bob’s Burgers
Villain an exquisite mystic. Spit in the caviar. Curses!
Cop like, "walk a line," I’m jogging polygons perfect
Yeah officer, I’m that rad
True as Matt McConaughey cast as Batman
My dukes up, prudes, I’mma snap with Panache
Spit fuel, spark it. Boom. Rap’s a good match
These goofy goons got groupies grooving
Tune in, tots! True music’s ruined
Autotunes roll out while Prime perusing trough
Vinyls dipped in violet Sprite. Screw politeness, loser
Dupe your crew into hazardous fumes
Gasping’s all too familiar; happens when you’re asked to spit. Oops. Phantoms can’t lend a hand if they transparent
Flukes, go back to dad, ask for cash to pay tutors out tombs
Bangarang, Rufio do the noise that you do
I’mma free these fuckboys from the clutch of a hook
Opponents’ focus bogus, folks. Porky, close the cartoon. (damn)
Tabby that dude who’d dip confession booth
Leave father burning baggie of pooch poo
Crooks of sin scoop youth with crooked grins
Debut tape like Godot plating couscous. Wait
Two times ain’t enough. Fuck it. Play this noob to doomsday

[Hook]
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it
Damn girl
Let me get it
Let me get it

[Outro: BIGQUINT]
See, Tabby found solace in music. Instead of identifying by his anxiety, he chose to use it as fuel for his art. You realize a lot of people face relative fears and desire to prove that their inherited negativity can be transformed into something positive and tangible. And then there’s times where he’s cocky as a motherfucker for no goddamn reason

Tabby – Doozy (White Trash Album)

[Intro]
I cannot be fucked with
I cannot be fucked with
I cannot be fucked with
I cannot be fucked with!

[Verse 1]
Chrome dojo for the shogun
Ever since popo went and shown guns
Bogo for a soul. Clutch on a 4-0
Stow lows in the dough like some cold cuts
On the rug, gold dung from 4th horse
Folks scold Labrador. Older bro got away with it again
Scuffles squash beef with siblings so they put em up
Wendy watches, lost boys do not give a fuck
Dimes falling for me like school bully ankle holds
Woke to one’s tongue noogieing my pink cranium
90’s punk catered toward 90 punks skating worn rails
Hottest spot? Crimson dot noggin rocks
I’m that cracker Polly want. Swatted swamp water
Spotting posses pretty pompous but ya squad just polliwogs
Quick gander at your steeze
Cue laughter, cannot breathe
Woo gals out panties? Neat
Do that. I choose to breach
Through glass, the roof is weak
Hugh Jackman, Pool, and me
Heal fastest screwed and beat
Took Xanny, earned a seat with with the cool kids
Loot’s burning in my pocket
Two dollars feel heavy, view blurred. It’s only one
True turds ain’t getting flushed. Eww
Words could be different. Just loosened up the front
So boo the few who lust for unique stuff and bitch
Group up, form a new clique or cult
Who’s purpose is purse lips & suck my dick
Smalls, you’re killing me
Closed minds hold mouths open and fuck with chivalry
Purchase DirecTV, this is plastic vs. die-cast
Neither side ethers seeing legs through a wine glass
Craddle cries from nightstand ’cause your white ass
Doing lines fast like Flash now a dope fiend
Woke me chose flows slower than froze streams
Molting to composed monk, orange robe peeled
Stroking oak beads, spoke with the obese
Told me, "Dip a toe in the codene."
Fuck that
"Slip some shit in ’bout gold things."
Fuck that too
"Bum a stoge when you lonely."
Okay
Lymph nodes so active, throat sports a fitbit
Since the rope’s been slacking
Trunk kicking but the stool static
Your come up logic lacking like Kirk lost Spock
Average maestros go viral like their girl’s crotch
Sip molotov then lob. Yawn, nodding off
Jaws spout so on the nose, quotes popping nollies
Chunks of words churn in gut ’till worth hurled
Shucked from rural curb this stuck & stirred pearl
Paint absurd murals, make Bansky’s work curl
Ten piggies at the market. Woah
No one can stop him. Woah
Telling his conscience, "No!"
It’s like a toddler. Broke
Tossed all my dollars towards
LP’s, fuck Prada. Toast
To all I see, raise potion like a child
Dust off the prophecy
And soul rhymed the magnum opus
Oh shit, you comically endowed
Pipsqueak. Bic bleeds ink
Leaves sixteens indecent
Teased, stripped me of these? I’m Nissen
Eat kimchi, its heat I weave in
Strings of speech till seams start preaching
Keep up. Genius won’t help you
These beams from final Freiza zoom
Past dunce cap. PhD in doom
Your screen say Windows Vista? Dude
That’s antique. And he’s got the gaul to pan me?
Panties got firm hold on man meat. Actually
Man’s Ken bald, just plastic. Face it. Fact is:

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
You’s a casket’s main attraction
Rappers aim high, then complain their lagging
Cut padawon braids, snip snip
To patch up rib cage of Adam
Dance break? Don’t have one
Spare change? I have none
Spare fucks? That’s cute, dude
Caught ya dressed in a too-too
In a personal session of FPS going "pew pew."
I’m a loose cannon like the suit’s off of Mewtwo
Popped a few ludes, Leo moves to my Uber
Driver looking real shook, saying, "we got a drooler."
Skit’s great but switch blade saying
"Humor gets neutered, dog. Not paying you to act
As my comical confidant like
Louis CK rapped Illmatic and fondled Nas
Fucking go! I’m cooped in this coupe." His response
"Good one, impressive set up. See–"
Woops. Interrupt the fuck with first Jetta vasectomy

[Outro: BIGQUINT]
Hahaha, well, it’s been a pleasure talking to y’all. Gonna pass it to the man himself, but before I go, I just wanna personally thank you for listening. And remember, clean your earbuds you nasty, dirty, waxy eared motherfuckers. Have a blessed day

Tabby – White Trash (White Trash Album)

[Intro]
Uh, yo, this is Tabby. Thanks for listening to the project. And I’d just like to preface this track by saying this is not white guilt or asking you to pity my privilege or some bullshit like that, nah, this is just me taking a step back and looking at things from a bigger prospective. So yeah

[Verse 1]
Kinda feel like a suburban mom
In Walmart with my cart horizontal blocking all
Surrounding shoppers. Ignore their scowls ’cause
Skype call with my daughter more important
Do not interrupt, please
Kinda feel them intersections with four octagons
These hand waves best Coachella
Screech! Breaks on tap till I scrape that Clinton sticker off
She lost! Damn, why so cynical? Stirring
Simply orange in the gin, take a sip till I’m slurring
Syllables. Feel like I voted for Trump
Now feeling up my cousin ’till she saying uncle
This good Christian dick be saving her soul
Once she swallows, I’mma chuckle at the Cable Guy
Cock the sawed off if hear a gay parade go by
I’ll blow em…
Away for basic rights
I am straight and white
Do not confuse me, gawd dangit, faggot die
Bumpin’ Bino in pink chinos on daddy’s yacht
Screaming every n-word
‘Cause my black friend say it’s aight
Mommy’s Beamer where I suck off profs in tweed
OMG. I’m cute as fuck in this puppy filter
With my bitches! Vodka shots in our groovy kitchen
Instagram them finger pistols
Proving we’re unique women
Got stink in my iris from a distance
Squeeze a grin on each visit. Jesus
Who ya really?
Who ya really?

[Hook]
I’m a honky
Spawn of the wrong tree
Bark shades: entrées. 3 K’s
Blondes carve Starbucks in a heart + I’m great
Misogyny massaged ’till the knots break
Ties chopped till an arm free
Gull raised from my palm pink as Eve’s offspring
Quite brash
That’s just life buddy
White trash

[Verse 2]
I wish I felt this New Era, I barely wear it
My crib’s musk: asbestos dust & dung of ferrets
Not embarrassed at all, Monster syrup my blood
And turnt as fuck with my buds
Off Ronny D & skunk bud
Honestly, I’m triggered
My guns got heat on Tumblr
These bullets reach for culture
Protect oppressed with my words
But save money cuz Urban Outfitters comes first
Girl, I’m feeling euphoric
My fedora be a Halo. I’m your savior, I know it
Fabio kinda flow under chin, kept it growing
Like our love. Wait, you’re zoning me?
I told you you’re gorgeous, ya fucking whore! FUCK YOU!
Jk, could we please have some coitus?
I’m not racist but *beep* so annoying
Cannot wait till that wall collapse on unemployment
Shotgun Nattys with posse
Lob roofies like Cosby ’till target unconscious
If caught, bond is paid by my college
Come February my collagen get no attention
Step in brethren dressed in
Dunce caps, revving cherry confederate Chevrolets
And start popping like me with excedrin. smh
I do not fuck with my race
Raw white split from yolk; it’s better for health
Save the skillet for Shkreli taking Tang for himself
But caucasians take a lot
So I’m thanking the lot for
Saving my spot right up
Next satan’s buttox
‘Cause uhhh!

[Hook]
I’m a honky
Spawn of the wrong tree
Bark shades: entrées. 3 K’s
Blondes carve Starbucks in a heart + I’m great
Misogyny massaged ’till knots break
Ties chopped till an arm free
Gull raised from my palm pink as Eve’s offspring
Quite brash
That’s just life buddy
White trash

[Outro}
Bitch

Portugal. The Man – Number One (feat. Richie Havens & Son Little) (Woodstock Album)

[Intro: Richie Haven]
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home

Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone

[Verse 1: John Gourley]
When the morning came
Like another’s pain
But didn’t know to fade
Like the sound it made

Let’s go down the drain
With the falling rain
Wash away the stains
In the evening shade

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s that sufferin’
Don’t know why it brings
Such sweet memories
Will be the end of me

[Chorus]
But you’ll come out all right
(Yeah) I know it seems there’s no end in sight
(Yeah) But it doesn’t mean you can’t put up a fight
But ya don’t, no, no
But ya don’t, no, no

[Post-Chorus]
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no

[Verse 2: John Gourley]
All the trails we blazed
Have long since been paved
Leadin’ the modern age
On down memory lane

Can’t turn the page
Like it’s just a phase
Somehow still be amazed
That the leaves had changed

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s that sufferin’
Don’t know why it brings
Such sweet memories
Will be the end of me

[Chorus]
But you’ll come out all right
(Yeah) I know it seems there’s no end in sight
(Yeah) But it doesn’t mean you can’t put up a fight
But ya don’t, no, no
But ya don’t, no, no

But you’ll come out all right
(Yeah) I know it seems there’s no end in sight
(Yeah) But it doesn’t mean you can’t put up a fight
But ya don’t, no, no
But ya don’t, no, no

[interlude: Richie Haven]
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
When I need my brother (yeah)
Father (yeah)
Sister (yeah)
Mother (yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Outro: John Gourley]
It’s gonna be all right
Telling white lies
Of late nights
‘Til the sunrise
Cause when we rise up we rise up above
All of the chaos
To get lost
Don’t make me don’t make me wake up
Cause I’m gonna be like a drug
That never gets old
Or gives hope
But baby you make me feel loved

Portugal. The Man – Easy Tiger (Woodstock Album)

Good kid, bad brains
Livin’ for whatever
Tight rope, no chains
Holdin’ it together
But it’s hard to see clouds
When you’re 6 feet underground
Keep building a house
Then tearing it down
And it goes on. on
It goes on
Don’t call collect
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
Take it easy tiger
Don’t call collect
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
Only 16 goin’ on forever
Easy tiger
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
No rain, clear skies
At least I got the weather
Bought in, sold out
Finger up to heaven
‘Cause I still see your face
Getting lost in the crowd
And I still hear the sound
Of the pack when they howl
And it goes on, on
It goes on
Don’t call collect
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
Take it easy tiger
Don’t call collect
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
Only 16 goin’ on forever
Easy tiger
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
Gasping for air I’m chokin’
Running with no sign of slowin’
Till my legs are broken
Easy tiger
Gasping for air I’m chokin’
Running with no sign of slowin’
Don’t call collect
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
You’re only 16 goin’ on forever
Take it easy tiger
Don’t call collect
Can’t break it open
Easy tiger
Only 16 goin’ on forever

Portugal. The Man – Live In The Moment (Woodstock Album)

My home
Is a girl with eyes like wishing wells
I’m not alone
But I’m still lone, lonely
When I was young
Always go below the midnight sun
Those days are done
But I’m still glowing

Ooh la la la la la
Let’s live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
A lie, oh well
When you’re gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Ooh la la la la la
Let’s live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
With that soul to sell
When you’re gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

My home
Is a girl who can’t wait for time to tell
God only knows
We don’t need history
When your family
Swinging from the branches of a tree
God only knows
We don’t need ghost stories
Ooh la la la la la
Let’s live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
A lie, oh well
When you’re gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Ooh la la la la la
Let’s live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
With that soul to sell
When you’re gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Ooh I can’t believe it
Nothing’s gonna comfort me now

Ooh I can’t believe it
Nothing’s gonna comfort me now

Ooh la la la la la
Let’s live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
A lie, oh well
When you’re gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell
Ooh la la la la la
Let’s live in the moment
Come back Sunday morning
With that soul to sell
When you’re gone
Goodbye, so long, farewell

Oh my god I can’t believe my eyes
Wake up everybody you know
Come and watch the garden grow
I’ll see you when you get there

Oh my god I can’t believe my eyes
Wake up everybody you know
Come and watch the garden grow
I’ll see you when you get there
I’ll see you when you get there
I’ll see you when you get there

Portugal. The Man – Feel It Still (Woodstock Album)

Can’t keep my hands to myself
Think I’ll dust ’em off, put ’em back up on the shelf
In case my little baby girl is in need
Am I coming out of left field?

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still

Got another mouth to feed
Leave her with a baby sitter, mama, call the grave digger
Gone with the fallen leaves
Am I coming out of left field?

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I been feeling it since 1966, now
Might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still

We could fight a war for peace
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)
Give in to that easy living
Goodbye to my hopes and dreams
Stop flipping for my enemies
We could wave until the walls come down
(Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now)
It’s time to give a little tip
Kids in the middle, move over ’til it falls
Don’t bother me

Is it coming?
Is it coming?
Is it coming?
Is it coming?
Is it coming?
Is it coming back?

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, yeah
Your love is an abyss for my heart to eclipse, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still

Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
I’ve been feeling it since 1966, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986, now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might’ve had your fill, but you feel it still

Portugal. The Man – Rich Friends (Woodstock Album)

Hey man I’m cool to lean on
But I’m not your property
See I’m crushin’ down these problems
Cuttin’ pain with poverty
I’m just tryna catch a free ride
From the temple to the tomb
I could really really really
Use a rich rich friend like you
I could really really really
Use a rich rich friend like you
Let me be your one-man army
I’ll campaign for anarchy
I been slippin’ through the cracks
Like I was clothed in Vaseline
Let me be your little sunshine
In all this gloom and doom
I could really really really
Use a rich rich friend like you
I could really really really
Use a rich rich friend like you
Crashin’ on chardonnay and Adderall
Driving head on into the Wonderwall
Every day holidays when daddy’s gone
Livin’ life like we’re the only ones that know we’re famous
From the Capetown coliseums
Cold disparity
Electric fences hummin’ like a hive without a queen
We’re all tryna catch a free ride
From the temple to the tomb
I could really really really
Use a rich rich friend like you
I could really really really
Use a rich rich friend like you
Crashin’ on chardonnay and Adderall
Driving head on into the Wonderwall
Every day holidays when daddy’s gone
Livin’ life like we’re the only ones that know we’re famous
Crashin’ on chardonnay and Adderall
Driving head on into the Wonderwall
Every day holidays when daddy’s gone
Livin’ life like we’re the only ones that know we’re famous
Crashin’ on chardonnay and Adderall
Driving head on into the Wonderwall
Every day holidays when daddy’s gone
Livin’ life like we’re the only ones that know we’re famous

Portugal. The Man – Keep On (Woodstock Album)

[Verse 1]
Keep on hangin’ on
Stuck here ’til I’m gone
Boys still throwin’ stones
Runnin’ till I’m wrong

I never listened
To tell the truth
I never knew
But nobody misses
What you did
Quite like I do

[Chorus]
Got me thinkin’ ’bout it
All day long
(’til we’re dead and gone)
All day long
(’til we’re dead and gone)

Bangin’ my head against the wall
All day long
Bangin’ my head against the wall
Dead and gone

[Verse 2]
But I’m seein’ a pattern
Fallin’ from a ladder
Must be trippin’ like a cartoon
Slippin’ on a banana

Looked up in the sun
Burned out but I ain’t done
Ice cream meltin’ down
Drippin’ on the ground

Young black and gifted
Never lose, gotta be the shoes
That old money privilege
Got me confused
What is it you do?

[Chorus]
Got me thinking bout it
All day long
(Bangin’ my head against the wall)
All day long
(Bangin’ my head against the wall)
All day long
(Bangin’ my head against the wall)
All day long
And it’s all and it’s all and it’s all day long
‘Til we’re dead and gone

[Verse 3]
Maybe I’m trippin’ to tell the truth
Don’t have a clue
(Maybe you’re not alone, that’s right)
Maybe I missed out on my youth
Playing it cool

Man in the mirror like
Grow up, be a winner
Blow up, be a winner

[Chorus]
All day long, ’til we’re dead and gone
(be a winner)
All day long, ‘tll we’re dead and gone
(grow up, be a winner)
All day long, ’til we’re dead and gone
Bangin’ my head against the wall
All day long
And it’s all and it’s all and it’s all day long
Bangin’ my head against the wall
‘Til we’re dead and gone
And it’s all day long ’til we’re dead and gone
Bangin’ my head against the wall

Portugal. The Man – So Young (Woodstock Album)

[1st verse: John Gourley]
So young, just begun
Don’t need to live to know
What I’ve become
When ya wake up
Still in your make up
You’ll make it home just
Fine without breaking down

[Spoken sample interlude]
Man that’s so young [Zoe Manville]
That’s so young [A$AP Rocky]

[Bridge: John Gourley]
Stay calm, we’ll all just get along
Sit around, pretendin’ like nothing’s wrong
So long, love letter
But you and I are gonna live forever

[Chorus John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
I don’t need to make amends
But I’m done going undercover
I just want to find a friend
I don’t need another lover
One day the world may end
But there’s still plenty to discover
‘Til then I’ll just pretend
I don’t need another lover

[2nd verse: John Gourley]
So young, loaded gun
Oblivious to what the trigger does
When you wake up
Never gonna make up
Got ammunition on a mission
We’re gonna shoot you down

[Spoken sample interlude]
Man that’s so young [Zoe Manville]
That’s so young [A$AP Rocky]

[3rd verse: John Gourley]
Knocked out with the Midas touch
A champion wearing golden gloves
Got you punch drunk, seeing stars
Little birdies singing "why’d ya fall so hard?"

[2nd Chorus: John Gourley and Zoe Manville]
I don’t need to make amends
But I’m done going undercover
I just want to find a friend
I don’t need another lover
One day the world may end
But there’s still plenty to discover
‘Til then I’ll just pretend
I don’t need another lover

[4th verse: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
My light burning bright
Everlong till the thrill is gone
Love’s my battle cry
It’s never wrong
How I stay so strong
I’ll fight all my life
I’m all like I can’t go on
When I can’t go on
We’re gonna live forever
We’re gonna live forever

[3rd Chorus: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
I don’t need to make amends
But I’m done going undercover
I just want to find a friend
I don’t need another lover
Today the world will end
You never know we may recover
No time left to pretend
I don’t need another lover

[Outro]
Oooh… it’s troubling
When the belly of the beast starts rumbling
Oooh… it’s getting too hot
Like the summer in the city that we’re living in
Oooh… it’s troubling
When the belly of the beast starts rumbling
Oooh… it’s getting too hot
Like the summer in the city that we’re living in

Portugal. The Man – Mr Lonely (feat. Fat Lip) (Woodstock Album)

[Verse 1: Muddled]
Are you living your teens in a shed?
Is growing up giving you the bends?
Is my little sunshine getting jealous
Of the moonbeams feeling gloomy
In your bed?
Left your friends
Where the pavement ends
Little broken bones begins
But can you hear me now?

[Verse 1: John Gourley]
There’s glitter falling
And a banner that says
"Welcome to Hell"
Make yourself at home
Leave behind free will
Can you feel me now?

[Chorus: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
You know I can’t feel this pain in my heart
Because it’s honestly been falling apart
Maybe I’m too blind to see
Why trouble finds me
But if it’s here I’d rather see where it leads
Call me Mr. Lonely

[Chorus: Zach Carothers & Zoe Manville]
You can call me anything
Call me if you know me
You can call me King
I don’t know if you think below me
You can call me anything
Call me if you know me
You can call me King
While they’re hanging out below me
You can call me King
I don’t think you wanna know me
Don’t call me
Call me Mr. Lonely

[Verse 2: John Gourley]
The stars are falling
And I bet they got some stories to tell
Been that long ago
When I knew you well
Listen for a change
Can you hear it now?

[Chorus: John Gourley & Zoe Manville]
You know I can’t feel this pain in my heart
Because it’s honestly been falling apart
Maybe I’m too blind to see
How trouble finds me
Well if it’s here I’m gonna see where it leads
Call me Mr. Lonely

[Chorus: Zach Carothers & Zoe Manville]
You can call me anything
Call me if you know me
You can call me King
I don’t know if you think below me
You can call me anything
Call me if you know me
You can call me King
While they’re hanging out below me
You can call me King
I don’t think you wanna know me
Don’t call me
Call me Mr. Lonely

[Verse 3: Muddled]
Whisper our dreams to the dark (hello?)
You know that song in your head
The bitter past sleeps
And the pity on believers
And we’re lookin’ for the way
Under there
We left our friends
Where the pavement ends
Little broken bones begin
But can you hear me now?

[Verse 4: Fat Lip]
Broken promises
Alcohol anonymous
Inducted in the hall of fame for vomitin’
I’ve puked round the world
I’m the Duke of Hurl
I used to have a girl
But she wasn’t happy
She left me naturally
She left with Natalie
They left in the back of a taxi
They was laughin’ at me
So I lit the club
Bottles up, poppin’ shit
False sense of happiness
Perhaps I’ll take what I get
I guess it’s better than nothing, right?
At least I got this blunt to light
I’m doin’ what I want tonight
Tomorrow I might fuck my life
Laugh once, cry twice
I’m bad at takin’ good advice
Man this lonely life ain’t nothin’ nice

Portugal. The Man – Tidal Wave (Woodstock Album)

I can see it in your eyes
See it in your face
Banging on your chest
Acting tough looking unfazed
Tripping over landlines
Cutting deep with a dull blade (blade)
Running out of unrest
Goin’ out of your mind
Lonely days will follow
Days will follow
And the gaze that stuck
The halls will know your name
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Aftershock
Aftershock
Triggered by the aftershock
I can see it with my own eyes
The tracks down your face
It can’t be easy tryna unwind
Sleepin’ on your day dreams
I’m not tryna role play
I keep thinkin’ break us take the wheel
These days can break
But I’m gonna take the wheel
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Aftershock
Aftershock
Triggered by the aftershock
Bet on the winners
Worst of you’s born to lose
Bed with no dinner
The rest of you’s born to lose
Better than zero
Worst of you’s born to lose
Bet on the winners
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Hit me like a tidal wave
Triggered by the aftershock
Aftershock
Aftershock
Aftershock