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Kodak Black – Patty Cake Lyrics

[Intro]
Sniper Gang
Yeah, I like this lil’ beat right here
Yeah, this a nice little beat
I’m sippin’ on Belaire
Yeah, I’m finna paint a picture
Finna paint me a lil’ picture
What this car? Oh this the new Belaire too
This the white wine, I like the white wine

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 1]
Yeah, that a way
I’m ’bout to grab the Wraith, I’m ’bout to grab the key
I’m ’bout to snatch your baby girl and skeet all on her face
I got a feelin’ that today gon’ have a fantastic day
I’m gettin’ tired of the Rollie, I think I want Patek Philippe
It’s either I win or you lose, ’cause I won’t accept defeat
And everybody wanna have the sauce, well I got the recipe
I’m sippin’ on Belaire ’cause it make me feel like I’m on ecstasy
I left my baby, when I come home, I be rubbin’ on her feet
And she be always in my chair, she hate when I be in the streets
My rims taller than my son, I’m ’bout to drop another one
You think a nigga in a band the way I hit him with that drum, ayy

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

[Verse 2]
My chain VVS
I’m booted up, I got more pills than a CVS
I’m the shit, baby girl, so I got stains in my drawers
All this money like a nigga hit the fuckin’ Power Ball
Sippin’ on champagne, my whip on [?]
No time for you lames, I’m flyer than a plane
I’m ridin’ like a train, she love to give me brain
You shootin’ with your eyes closed, you ain’t Sniper Gang
She held me down when I was gone, I bought her Audemars Piguet
I love her like I love my brother, so I let her be my connect
I put her thick ass in the vet, ten bracelets on her neck
You know lil’ Kodak love to flex, I got my momma out the ‘jects

[Chorus]
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I’m sippin’ on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air
My whip from Germany, I’m cooler that LL
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I clap a nigga like patty cake
I’m swaggin’, I got flavour, I got sauce, call me Ragu
I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou
I clap a nigga like patty cake

Kodak Black – Top Off Benz Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Be in your broad
I’m ’bout to be in your broad

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Money in every room that I walk in
I got pigeons in the coop and they chargin’ in
Get the Hermes on my drawers as I walk through, nigga (I walk through, nigga)
If you see me, I got jewels, what it do (nigga, what it do, nigga)
Pull up, hop out a foreign whip
I got some guns in the pool pit
And with my car, got a full kit
Don’t make me go brazy, go ludicrous
Been doin’ for ages, you new to this
I look at the greatest like who is this?
I ball on ’em like I’m Peja Stojaković
I diggin’ your bitch with a lot of dick
I’m promisin’ to God, I’ma ball on you
I do it for the dogs that’s behind the walls too
I ball with your broad, buy her Gucci, Jimmy Choos
Buy the bitch diamonds and the yellow pikachu

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I fucked the whole crew, yeah, they get exposed too
I call her CNN, yeah ’cause baby, you old news
I hate to say I told ya, yeah but nigga, I told you
Your lady gon’ let me paint her, yeah ’cause that what hoes do
I’ma treat you like a queen, yeah ’cause that’s what royals do
She thinkin’ we pourin’ bread, yeah, I love her like soul food
I eat her like soul food, I’m pullin’ up, foreign coupe
Your man don’t get no loop, Timberland, I’m on the boot
Your rent is overdue, oh my God, I love my Ru’
You think a nigga soo woo, I’m bangin’ on your boo
She follow me like Blues Clue but I be on the move
Say free my nigga Woo Woo, my snipers on the loose
S550 my nig, S550 ya dig

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Fuck around and hit your broad, dog
Fuck around and hit you ’bout the sauce, dog
Fuck around and hit it then leave her raw dog
Fuck around, sweep her, dig that hoe with that Draco
Go, fuck around, make your nigga brazy (go brazy, brazy)
Fuck around, make your nigga come take me (woo, make your nigga come take me)
We been treatin’ your ball like hoes for ages (oh God)
And controllin’ your bitch like Comcast cable (facts, facts)
We got the top with the sun down
I ride round the town with the top down
I peek out the covers like clowns
My water gon’ drown you, my Bentley truck sound proof, ayy

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, top off the Benz (top off the Benz)
Yeah, I done fucked all of her friends (her friends)
I done fucked all of her friends (fucked all of her friends)
Came here to party (skrrt)
Check out the options
I make a moshpit (woo)
I never forfeit (forfeit)
Chanel seats inside the car, dog (I got Chanel seats)
Chanel money, high as the stars, dog (I’m high as the stars)
Chanel outchea tryna [?] dog (new Chanel)
I’m ’bout to be in your broad, dog (dog)

Kodak Black – U Ain’t Never Lyrics

[Intro]
Boy you ain’t never sell no work, aye
Sniper Gang boy, I got that shit on lock

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 1]
They dang player, do your thing player
Get that money, I be road running
Call it Mickey D’s ’cause I love it
Like a fucking sale, how I got this shit on lock
They know I’m Sniper Gang so I keep this shit on lock
And I’m solo riding in a stolo ridin to that guap
You ain’t certified, nigga you can’t pull up on my block
Got the forty Glock cocked back, I be ready to pop
And my pocket look like a pregnant lady, like she ready to pop
You ain’t never hit no fucking lick, you ain’t got no brick
All my niggas be on go, like they ain’t got no head
Like my bitches red, money same color as a pool
You a damn fool, how you outchea you ain’t got no loot?

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

[Verse 2]
How I skeet skeet on your ass, pull out with that bag
They like damn Black, why I never see you drive the Jag?
Aye, aye, you ain’t never slang that iron
How I’m on the grind, I got blood in my eyes
I got VVS’s on my chains, riding with your main
Why you on the corner, nigga you ain’t never sell no yay
And they call me Bill, ’cause I’m all about a dollar
I ain’t selling makeup, but you know I got that product
You could call me Brady, ’cause that money I got a bunch
What’s up witcho lady? shawty said she want a hunch
I be sneaking dog, I be geeking dog, like an armadillo
Like a fucking lizard, nigga I be creeping for that skrilla

[Hook]
Aye, you ain’t never sell no work
How I skrt skrt, when I pull up in that vert, aye
Aye, you ain’t never sell no rock
How I drop the top, when I pull up in that drop, uh
Uh, you ain’t never snatched no car
I ain’t living hard, when I jump out with that rod, uh
Uh, you ain’t never pull no caper
How I’m getting paper, when I jump out with that banger

Kodak Black – Off the Land Lyrics

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 1]
I’m painting pictures, everything I say you see it vivid
Lil Kodak making movies, I have you feelin’ like you in it
I don’t make no bubblegum music, I spit that real shit
You don’t live my life, when you hear my songs you’ll feel like you lived it
I don’t got no lady ’cause these bitches never like to listen
Getting bread every day, I graduated from biscuits
I don’t do karate so why lil shawty wanna kick it
The Audi got four rings, it think a nigga in the Olympics
I be money-laundering
I got zero tolerance
When I get home I gotta hit (baby)
You better be in your lingerie (baby)

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

[Verse 2]
Ain’t talking Disney but I had to get it off the land
When you see me I’m booted up, ain’t talking Timberland
No not Boy RD but free my niggas in the can
How can you even sleeping knowing that you ratted on your man?
Like a newborn baby how I’m sucking on her breast
I got two fingers up her dress and she already wet
I’m calculating every move, this shit like playing chess
AR-15 with the scope just like I’m Ron Artest
All you bitches you can’t touch this like I’m MC Hammer
Where were you when I was cutting dope with Arm & Hammer
When I was jumping in them houses like I’m fucking Santa
They send me to the slammer, you won’t even send a letter

[Hook]
The man with the plan, I ain’t playing, I’m ’bout business
Lil Kodak had to get it off the land, talking Disney
You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to god it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating lilly-dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in the kitchen
If I go to jail you niggas will never come and visit
You think she breast feeding me, I’m sucking on her titties

Kodak Black – Save You Lyrics

[Intro]
Hold me down
Hold me down, hold me down
Just hold me down
Hold me down
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye
Aye, aye, aye-aye-aye

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Post-Hook]
Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin’ me don’t save that girl
But girl I’m gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

[Verse 1]
I’m scared to show you how I feel
I ain’t got no heart, but you the one that make me feel
How you would you take it, if I show you how I feel
It’s somethin’ bout you, I ain’t even know that I could feel
Say you ain’t the one, but I’m rocking with you still
Ain’t about the sex, girl we could Netflix, we could chill
I’m here to stay, I love you like you my kid
And by the way, I want you to have my kid
My homie told me no, baby girl I’m gonna save her
I think they might be right, I’m just gon’ regret it later
Money over bitches, but girl I love you like the paper
Cause when you with me, I don’t even want to get no paper

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Verse 2]
I stopped hanging with my homies, ain’t listen to ’em
They tried to tell me you wasn’t for me, ain’t listen to ’em
That you my motherfucking one, you got me whipped
And I done chased you like the month
I like the way you walk, like the way you flip your hair
Too easy to give up wanna show you that I care
I’ma treat you like my shooter, me and you girl we’re a pair
I’ma treat you like my food, baby I don’t wanna share, you
Make me forget that I’m a jit
Cause baby when I’m witcha
I don’t even think about the streets
And when I’m witcha
I don’t even wanna hear no beats
And if you leaving
I don’t even know how I’ma breath

[Hook]
Hold me down so I can bless you
I’m coming for the rescue
Girl I’ll be there to save the day
You know I love to make your day
I’m coming straight to you
I’m on my way to you
I’m running out things to say
But I got some things I wanna do to you

[Post-Hook]
Wanna show you I appreciate you
Tonight I wanna prove to you
I flew to you without my cape
Went out my way to save you
My homies tellin’ me don’t save that girl
But girl I’m gonna save you
I buy you what you say, ooh
I love you like I made you

Kodak Black – Corrlinks and JPay Lyrics

[Intro]
Ear Dummers
Sniper gang
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1]
I’m like a fiend, know what I mean? I need everythin’
No homie, this ain’t lean, I’m drinkin’ lemonade
I ain’t talkin’ blinds but I’m blowin’ Mary Jane
You would think I’m blind ’cause I be rockin’ heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, gotta let it rain
‘Cause I be walkin’ round with a big scary chain
On when I’m posted up, I’m sellin’ candy cane
Before I made my move, I had to let it marinate
I beat the pot with the spoon and watch the dope locker
I drop the 5 in the Duce like I’m Hurt Locker
Don’t make me run up in your gig ’cause I’m a show stopper
I got 99 bands, I ain’t got no problems
Ayy, repeat what you just say, you don’t want no problems
I’m patient, when she give me head, I call her dome doctor
I keep a pep in my step like I’m pimp walkin’
I run up in your home like I’m a Macaulay Culkin
I got lil shawty, on that reefer now she Kodak boppin’
When I jump up in that bitch, I be thot hoppin’
All this Perc’ in the lean got me sleep walkin’
I’m booted up, Molly Jolly, I don’t need coffee
I’m tryna blow the fuck up, those crackers lock me down
They got me on the seventh floor, I’m tryna hit the groud
I’m tryna touch the promised land, you need to let me down
I put my trust in that bitch, that hoe let me down

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

[Verse 2]
For all my niggas waitin’ on some pictures through the Corrlink I know your people ain’t keep it real like they supposed to be
Go send your niggas some money through JPay so he can eat
That nigga used to look out for you when he was on the streets
I just hit my cousin one today, do it like e-mail
I know that feelin’ that you feelin’ and I love you, fam
Just like a peanut, butter, jelly, my nigga in a jam
Them fuckin’ niggas eatin’ zoon zoons and waaa waa
And your girl got a new nigga but she gon’ leave when you release
Feel like everybody shakin’, they be loyal for a week
That boy a Jimmy totin Black you a profit, nigga
Come here, spit that real shit that be like God sent you

[Chorus]
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay
Corrlinks and JPay

Little Mix – No More Sad Songs (feat. Machine Gun Kelly)

I keep trying, nothing’s working
I still wanna know, if you’re alone
I keep trying to put this behind me
I still wanna know who’s taking you home
For tonight, I’m going to get my mind off it
Don’t care that someone’s got his hands all over my body
Stay out all night, go where the music is loud
So I don’t have to think about it, I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play no more sad songs
Dancing with danger, talking to strangers
Don’t care where I go, just can’t be alone
They’ll never know me, like you used to know me, no
For tonight, I’m going to get my mind off it
Don’t care that someone’s got his hands all over my body
Stay out all night, go where the music is loud
So I don’t have to think about it, I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more sad songs (no, no more sad songs)
No more sad songs
No more sad songs (no, no more sad songs)
No more sad songs
Going home, take the long way round
Lights pass, sit back with the windows down
Still got you on my mind
Starting to realise
No matter what I do
I will only hurt myself, tryna hurt you
And if I turn the music loud, just to drown you out
I’m beggin’, please don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
No more! (sad songs)
I’m beggin’, please, don’t play
No more sad songs (no, no more sad songs)
No more sad songs
No more sad songs (no, no more sad songs)
No more sad songs
No more sad songs

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

[Intro]
Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

[Verse 2]
Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the fuck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play fuckin’ up your whole life
I’m so fuckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble

[Chorus]
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch, hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ bitch)
Be humble (bitch)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) bitch, sit down
Lil’ bitch (hol’ up, lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up) be humble
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, sit down, lil’ bitch)
(Sit down, lil’ bitch, be humble)
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, lil’ bitch) bitch, sit down
(Hol’ up, bitch) be humble
(Hol’ up, bitch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)

Cam’ron – 10,000 Miles (feat. Sen City)

[Intro]
Lookin’ up out my Benz
Killa Cam nah nah nah
Killa Cam nah nah nah

[Verse 1]
I need to say sorry, y’all already knew it
But my pride won’t let me do it though
Heard that, it’s pride, won’t let me do it though
Best girl in the world, I might’ve blew it
Like the small condom, I’ll get through it though
I’ll get through it though
Heard that, we can do it though
I cheated, another one in the books for me
She clean, roll weed, and cook for me
Ain’t hear from the kids, she would look for me
Now she so mad that she won’t even look at me
Damn iPhones and cameras, nights in Atlanta
Tried to bring you gifts, she said, "You ain’t Santa"
I’m just showin’ manners, she reachin’ for the hammer
She ain’t got ears, they replaced with antennas
Hard to believe I messed trust up
No good or bad, just tough luck
I looked her in the eyes like, "I fucked up"
Gripped up, my life had to monetize
Made mistakes, I apologize
Dinner, movie, a date, you know, maybe that
Some dudes relate, I want my baby back
I tell you a million times, I’m sorry
Wild life right here, no safari
I’m dressed up, I ‘fess up
I messed up bad…

[Chorus]
Later on that night, I bought a kilo
To sell it or sniff it, man I don’t know
‘Cause I got pulled over by po-po
Oh no-o-o-o-o-o

[Verse 2]
Day-to-day life dealin’ with reality
Lawyer got me off on a technicality
All I think about, we was Mickey and Mallory
Nothin’ left but increase my salary
Uh, now money is the focus
Hustlin’ president, POTUS
Anything else right now is bogus
Real estate opened up, I gave notice
Murder was the case, Calvin Broadus
Blue magic though, hokus pokus
They forgot that my dope’s the dopest
Made a mil’ in one week, yeah it’s poppin’
Retail therapy, out shoppin’
Pulled off the lot, top droppin’
No legs on the car, but it’s boppin’
Speakers in the door, so it’s knockin’
I got all the keys, so I’m locked in
Felt above the law, Johnny Cochran
And I’m off the rebound, Rodman
Woo! Let’s get this money, baby
Let’s get this money, baby
Ain’t nothin’ funny, baby
La-la-la-la-la

[Chorus]
Later on that night, I laid in my bed
Them birds was chirpin’, so I’m countin’ up bread
But I can’t get her up out my head
Oh man… damn
Later on that night, I laid in my bed
Them birds was chirpin’, so I’m countin’ up bread
But I can’t get her up out my head
Oh man… damn

Cold War Kids – Restless

[Verse 1]
People wonder, people talk
We’re supposed to settle down
How we ever got this far
Without our feet touching the ground
What time is it now where you are?
We follow beats with different drums
We’re looking at the same stars
It is a talent staying young

[Pre-Chorus 1]
So why you think we both
Run around in circles
Walk through fire
Nothing hurts us

[Chorus]
Every mountain you climb takes you further away
All the (?) a lifetime, every day
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless
Now you’re wired and you’re tired
There is never a break
You only come alive at the thrill of the chase
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless

[Verse 2]
Try to keep it all up in the air
You ruin it when you ask why
You know it’s not that I don’t care
I don’t get jealous, I get free
Everything good comes back to me
It seems like wherever you are
Is just a better place to be

[Pre-Chorus 2]
So why you think we both
Run around in circles
Will you meet me
In the middle?

[Chorus]
Every mountain you climb takes you further away
All the (?) a lifetime, every day
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless
Now you’re wired and you’re tired
There is never a break
You only come alive at the thrill of the chase
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless

[Bridge]
We already know the ending
When the credits roll down slow
I’ll hurry back
I’ll hurry back
I’ll hurry back
To you

[Chorus]
Every mountain you climb takes you further away
All the (?) a lifetime, every day
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless
Now you’re wired and you’re tired
There is never a break
You only come alive at the thrill of the chase
No, we can’t help it
We’re always restless

[Outro]
I’ll hurry back
I’ll hurry back
I’ll hurry back
(Restless, restless, I feel restless)
I’ll hurry back (restless)
I’ll hurry (restless) back
(I feel) I’ll hurry (restless) back
I feel restless
Restless, restless

Yung Tory & Lil Durk – Run It Up

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda

[Verse 1: Yung Tory]
I don’t know why these niggas talkin’
Like I don’t be with niggas that want lot from ’em
Leave ’em in the creek like its Dawson
Bitch I’m saucin’ baby I’m saucin’
So you should let me hit it ya
I came through at the gym, you never hit it raw
She gave her number but I didn’t call
She want a nigga lit I got alcohol
Ay girl if you ain’t tryna turn up, please don’t get involved
Shawty she a freak she gon take it off
Yeah take it off, holding when I’m playin’ golf
These niggas mad hatin’ on me shake ’em off
I just play my part
Girl you know I’mma fuck it all
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Don’t take her to no crib, take her to hotels
I might buy her 1s, you buy that hoe Chanel
I might buy her food you gon’ do that hoe nails
Killas all around me, none of my niggas gon’ tell
Put that on my son
Ay, I’mma keep my gun
Ay, bitch I’m not the one
Ay, shootouts do not want one
Bitch yo’ dream on, bitch this is just a theme song
Bitch I am yo’ ringtone, 14 for these jeans hoe
I got my AP on, Loubs get my bleed on
Finessin’ til the weed gone
I got my dick eaten on
Yea, yeah yeah
Get some head inside the car
Hey, told that bitch that I’m a star
Shit, and that goes all on mars
She, fuck with percs, don’t fuck with bars yeah
Yeah yeah

[Hook: Yung Tory]
These niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water
I’m in the VIP with yo’ baby momma
I take her to the crib, you took her to Benihana
I ain’t never bought a hoe McDonald’s
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
You niggas my sons and I’m yo’ father
She get lit when I play that water

[Outro: Yung Tory]
Yeah I’mma run it up
I don’t got no friends so who can I trust
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Young nigga I’mma run it up
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Yeah yeah
Yeah I’m yo’ father
I was trappin’ out my momma’s Honda
Run it up, run it up, run it up yeah

Wizkid – Come Closer (feat. Drake)

[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 living La Vida Loca, ayy

[Hook: Wizkid]
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know oh
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know oh

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[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

The Maine – Do You Remember? (The Other Half Of 23)

[Verse 1]
Do you remember
The other half of twenty three?
All lit up together
Full of guts and dopamine
Invincible or so it seemed

[Chorus]
Do you remember
The days we were golden
We would surrender
To just letting go
For worse or for better
Far from pretenders
We said forever
Forever ago
Do you remember?

[Verse 2]
Do you remember
Oh the bayside
Out on rockaway in June?
We’d leave the lonesome heat behind
For better weather
Sneaking out
And getting stoned
A time or two
Thought we were clever
But I know they knew

[Chorus]
Do you remember
The days we were golden
We would surrender
To just letting go
For worse or for better
Far from pretenders
We said forever
Forever ago
Do you remember?

[Bridge]
Well do you remember
Oh the bayside
Out on rockaway in June?
Yeah on the coast where we got stoned
A time or two
Had a toast
To all the hopeful things we’d do
Well do you
Do you remember?

[Chorus]
Do you remember
The days we were golden
We would surrender
To just letting go
For worse or for better
Far from pretenders
We said forever
Forever ago
Do you remember?

[Outro]
Tell me, baby
Oh, do you?

LOGIC – Everybody

[Intro]
Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothafuckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to act

[Verse 1]
Okay now picture little Bobby just a youngin’ runnin’ round
With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin’ like the man
Run, mothafucka, run
Before the popo get the gun, put it to your brain like goddamn!
Everybody know you ain’t about it
Everything you talk about I know I can live without it
Red light, stop. Green light, go!
Everything ain’t what it seem like
Mothafucka I know!
Hold up, what you mean, where you been?
Bitch I been in
This is merely the beginning again
What you been living in?
A box, under the bridge, like Anthony Kiedis?
Looking for something to complete us
And maybe lead us, fuck an elitist
Hell of a long way from equal is how they treat us
Body of a builder with the mind of a fetus
Turn on the television and see the vision they feed us
And I wish I could erase that, face facts

[Chorus]
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know

[Verse 2]
I been knockin doors down like a Jehovah witness
God as my witness, I’m with this
But on the real I think I need another witness!
If it was 1717, black daddy, white momma wouldn’t change a thing
Light skin mothafucka certified as a house nigga
Well I’ll be God damned, go figure
In my blood is the slave and the master
It’s like the devil playin spades with the pastor
But he was born with the white privilege!
Man what the fuck is that?
White people told me as a child, as a little boy, playin with his toys
I should be ashamed to be black
And some black people look ashamed when I rap
Like my great granddaddy didn’t take a whip to the back
Not accepted by the black or the white
I don’t give a fuck, praise God, I could see the light
Everybody talkin’ ’bout race this, race that
Wish I could erase that, face facts

[Chorus]
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know

[Outro]
Okay I was gone for a minute but I’m back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh it’s like that now?
I’ma show you mothafuckas how to act now
I’ma show em how to act
I’ma show em how to act

JMSN – Where Do U Go

[Verse 1]
Every time you leave me baby
I said every time you go
I wonder if you’re comin’ back to see me
I wonder where you go (yeah)
Maybe it’s my mind that deceives me
Thinking you out havin’ fun with someone else
Maybe my insecurities feed me
Maybe I just need some help

[Chorus]
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
‘Cause there’s only so much I can do to not think of you (woah)
I said where do you go (where do you go)

[Verse 2]
Woah, every time I’m with you baby
I don’t even look at the clock
But then my mind does a full 180
When you hit that door and start to walk away
Maybe it’s the way God made me
Maybe it’s just a mental block
All I know is I’m gon’ be waiting
But the deadbolt don’t block, oh oh

[Chorus]
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
‘Cause there’s only so much I can do to keep me from thinking of you (woah)
I said where do you go (where do you go)

[Bridge]
Woah, where do you go
Woah, where do you go

[Verse 3]
Wonder if you miss me, ’cause I can never tell
Play the game so well, so I guess I’ll take the L
Wonder what you’re thinking
I’m trying not to dwell
Got me under your spell
Keep wondering where do you go

[Chorus]
Woah (woah) I said where do you go (where do you go)
Woah (woah) where do you go (where do you go)
‘Cause there’s only so much I can do to not think of you (woah)
I said where do you go (where do you go)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Gary Clark Jr. – Our Love

[Intro]
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
It’s been one of those days
Where things don’t go my way
Ooh, and it seems like always
The thing to blame is my ways

[Pre-Chorus 1]
You’re the one I’m thinkin’ of
The one I’m dreamin’ of

[Chorus 1]
You are my lady
I am your man
Some call it crazy, but
They don’t understand

[Verse 2]
When I’m gone
Baby, I’m always gone too long
That don’t get your mind to wonderin’
If I still care, ’cause, baby, I still care

[Pre-Chorus 2]
You’re the one I’m thinkin’ of
The one I’m dreamin’ of is you

[Chorus 1]
You are my lady
I am your man
Some call it crazy, but
They don’t understand

[Bridge]
Our love (ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, our)
Come on, babe (ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, our love)
Come on, babe (ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, our love)
(Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, yeah (ooh, our love)

[Chorus 2]
You are my lady
I am your man
Some call it crazy, baby
But they don’t understand

[Outro]
This is our love
Yeah, yeah
This is our love
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, girl
Let me be your man
Keep it together, babe
They don’t have to understand
Our love

Jimmy Prime – Gucci Denim

[Intro:]
(Mumbling…..)
Nothing is wrong
Now we’re all alone…

[Hook:]
And now we’re all alone
Your friends are all long gone
They’re already home, you’re already wrong
You’re alle alone…
Come here girl, you ain’t walkning straight
Close your mouth, cause you ain’t talking straight
I know it’s hard to concentrate
You must think something on to me
That your pain ain’t mine to take

[Verse 1:]
We can find another way
Trynna see something, that I’ve never seen before
I said, I’m tryna see something, that I’ve never seen before
Just show me girl, just show me girl
Something that I’ve never seen before
So now she’s down on all fours
Still trying to see wrong
Cause I did that already
You did already, yea we can do it better baby
But I think I know better way
Gotta promise you won’t hesitate
She said: You gotta promise you will never tell
I said: It’s pussy girl, what the fuck is to dwell
I’ll not wait, never snitching
Feds watching, never telling
I ain’t sold you, I ain’t snitching, got no intention
Old money mad that I ain’t penny pitching
New money nigga Lamborghini fetish
3-D Gucci goggles for my television
And I swear to god, you will never get ’em
Somebody tell ’em!

[Hook 2:]
So now we’re all alone
No you’re all alone
Your friends are all gone
Already home…
Come here girl, you ain’t walkning straight
Close your mouth, cause you ain’t talking straight
I know it’s hard to concentrate
You must think something on to me
Just let your pain be, let your pain be mine to take
Let your pain be mine, let your pain be mine to take

Calvin Harris – Heatstroke (feat. Young Thug, Pharrell & Ariana Grande)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Won’t you please?
Slow it down
I’m tryna talk to you, darlin’
Tryna walk with you, darlin’
Do you hear me?
And no-no-no-no-nobody can stop it
The love you got from me
And every time, I look out at my seat today
They chase, they flash they flash, yes

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Tell me how you feel right now
‘Cause all I wanna do is keep it real right now
I’m tryna beat it up
Beat Pills right now
Athletic in the sheets
I got skills right now
Red braids, with some red baby hair
Ballin’ in that club, Ace of Spades, yeah
Pop that bitch and spray it like ‘Raid’
Yellow diamonds on you like a glass of lemonade
QB, I’ll throw it
Teeth white, Newports
I want knees, right choice
80 thousand dollar Birkin bag in the Porsche
I’m tryna fuck with you till we on life support
I’ll split it with you if we get half of Michael Jordan
No toilet tissue, I shit on niggas ’cause life’s short (facts)
No passport to go with me
I had to get deported

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
Oh babe

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Jeffery!
Brand new chapter, if I read you?
She got every red bottom like a baboon
Hunnid’ bottles in the club, real one room
Girl you gotta keep up with a boss move
King of the jungle, tycoon
Everybody thinking that it’s a cartoon
We just wanna party, we back in the war room
Do you want some? No I don’t sir
Tryna watch me balling, do you want money?
I’m just tryna turn up, tryna work something
Shawty suck the dick, but she wanna fuck it first
Hey Mister? You a rapper
Good hair, got a bad ass
Rich nigga, I like ’em ratchet
Fuck it up, throw it back
No shave, Brazilian waxed

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Young Thug]
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time
Please let go, and have a good time
Have a good, have a good time, yeah
Have a good, have a good time

[Refrain: Ariana Grande & Pharrell Williams]
When you do things like this
And you set me free
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired
When you do things like this
And you set me free, boy
How can anyone get tired?
When you do things like this
And you set me free
I think I just been inspired

[Outro: Pharrell Williams & Ariana Grande]
Hey, hey this one make me so naughty
I think you opened my eyes

A Tribe Called Quest – Dis Generation

[Verse 1: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg, Jarobi, (Q-Tip & Phife Dawg), & (Q-Tip & Jarobi)]
Handle rocks with the capital G, ball on the beat
Status, Chris Paul and John Wall in the league
Grabbin’ mics till the knuckles would bleed
(‘Cause I believe
The potent that I’m quoting will have you geeked like speed)
If rationale is naturale or a weave
It’s all edges and peas
Settin’ press, we on a permanent steeze
I’m in a world where my princess is Leia
And she’s feeling my Vader
And my lure grows greater and greater
Chem trails, droppin’ poisonous vapors
Have you shaking like Gator
Been trill, nigga, process the data
Blu-ray, wave file, or a Beta, I’ll DVR it for later
Kappo Masa with a G to my waiter
You can’t define us, XY us, or Z us
You generational elitists
Have your chi in virtual think pieces
(See, these written words are poetical science
Brain’s defiant, thoughts heavy, baby
They’re a major appliance)Leave a dent when drop with the flyness, fluent giant
Dude’s nice, he tight, screwed in with some pliers
Cool with some buyers
Yeah, nigga, cool with some growers
(Never no tattletales, only I don’t knowers)
We a show me generation, show us what you gon’ show us
So listen, mami, see we could collude with a boing
Mouthpiece like Goines, with a jubilant noise
Dudes rude and as useless as coins, shoot ’em boys
Versed in, rehearsed in the soothing of loins
Talk to Joey, Earl, Kendrick, and Cole, gatekeepers of flow
They are extensions of instinctual soulIt’s the highest in commodity grade
And you could get it today

[Chorus]
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Rules di nation

[Verse 2: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes, Jarobi, & (Phife)]
One hitting reading pages of Poe
Telly is low, cuddle bunny ready to go
Day of the dead
Bury all the zombies instead
And it’s just your aftermath, Busta cuttin’ your dreads
Bruce Leein’ niggas, while you niggas UFC
Smoke tree on niggas, sizzle out your USB
(Surge pricing on these Ubers, I’mma get me a cab)
Yo, where Jarobi at?
Imbibing on impeccable grass
I be in NYC waiting for that law to pass
(Pass shit, been waiting for a Jet’s title since last
Richard Todd, Todd Bowles, gang green on that ass)
Magic Mike on the mic, David Blaine, Douglass Henning
In the church of Busta Rhymes, it’s my sermon you’re getting
Horizontal spittin’, I’m the exorcist of your writtens
Don’t interrupt me, nigga, sorry, that’s a sin unforgivenLike how we be skipping on beats like cooking crack in the kitchen
B-b-b-b-b-b-but wait
Just spit the package, dry it, bag up the wet
This mad city’s not a game, easy, quiet on set, Phife
(Student of the past trailblazing a daze
Not acknowledging a trend or swept up in a phase
We still the highest of commodity grade
And you could get it, get it, get it, get it today)

[Chorus]
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Rules di nation

[Outro: Q-Tip]
This is our generation, generation, uh huh, yeah
This our generation, generation, uh huh
This our generation, generation, uh huh

Bipolar Sunshine – Are You Happy

[Verse 1]
Holding it all
When it’s all clear
And the writing’s on the wall
When you’re tryna figure out the meaning for everything
But everything is designed to fall
You raise your guard
As you remember the scars
Tryna let go, but it’s hard
Knowing it’s the only way you can move on
But you struggle to see no light in the dark
You change your ways
You find a different route for the maze
Try something new and it pays
Know you feel like, "How the fuck did I ever allow myself
To ever get stuck on this page?"
Now you’re moving on
Leaving all despair in its wake
Sometimes a lil’ pain is all it takes
And that’s all it takes

[Chorus]
So tell me, are you happy?
Are you living in a world of broken hearts?
Tell me, are you happy?
Let’s get happy
So tell me, are you happy?
Are you living in a world of broken hearts?
Tell me, are you happy?
Let’s get happy

[Verse 2]
Holding it all
When it’s all clear
And the writing’s on the wall
When you’re tryna figure out the meaning for everything
But everything is designed to fall
You raise your guard
As you remember the scars
Tryna let go, but it’s hard
Knowing it’s the only way you can move on
But you struggle to see no light in the dark

[Chorus]
So tell me, are you happy?
Are you living in a world of broken hearts?
Tell me, are you happy?
Let’s get happy
So tell me, are you happy?
Are you living in a world of broken hearts?
Tell me, are you happy?
Let’s get happy

[Bridge]
After everything has happened
I feel your touch
The past is just a ladder
That we all decide to run

[Pre-Chorus]
So tell me, are you happy?
Tell me, are you happy?
Let’s get happy

[Chorus]
So tell me, are you happy?
Are you living in a world of broken hearts?
Tell me, are you happy?
Let’s get happy

Joey Bada$$ – Rockabye Baby (feat. Schoolboy Q)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, yeah
I said niggas pop shit all the time
Me I don’t trip ’cause they know I’m never lyin’
Lookin’ between the lines
Feel like Ali in his prime
As-Salaam-Alaikum, alaikum salaam
Peace to my Slimes, and peace to my Crips
Neighborhood police and they always on the shift
Protect my Bloods, look out for my cuz
When it’s all said and done, we be the realest there was
Who else if just not us?
If you ’bout this revolution, please stand up
We ain’t got no one to trust
Time is running up, feel the burn in my gut
And if you got the guts, scream, "Fuck Donald Trump"
We don’t give a fuck, never had one to give
Never will forget, probably never will forgive
Uh, I guess that’s just how it is
And they still won’t let the Black man live

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Feel the energy surge through my veins when I flow
Mentally, I can never be controlled
No sympathy for foes, my enemies exposed
Will they remember me when I’m gone?
I say rockabye, rockabye, rockabye baby
Shotta boy, shotta boy, shotta go crazy
Me nuh play games, so please don’t play me
Look at what they made me

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
I’m part of the reason they still Crippin’ out in Brooklyn
Before I was an artist I would book ’em, mm
Push ya shit back while on them front line, nigga, ya lunch time
I’m by them stop sign, you love that wi-fi
On mamas for them dirty dollars, brains on collars
Park the car around the corner, I’ll be there in a second
The murder weapon on me, fuck if this bitch start flamin’
The cops patrollin’, get that punk ass American flag ceremony
Aww, damn am I going too far?
Give you some flavor to borrow
Bitch yeah it came with the car
It’s off-white, leveled the hard
You ball, might come with a charge
Your kids don’t know you no more
Your girl’s draws stay on the floor
No phone call accepted in weeks
Your son picked up on your beef, real shit
From gettin’ lynched in field into ownin’ buildings
Getting millions, influencin’ white children
And oddly we still ain’t even
Still a small percentage of blacks that’s eating
Same routines, the same dope fiends
Them nightmare dreams, forever murder season
Bad intentions to them picket fences
They gave us guns but won’t hire us, nigga?
So we killin’ senseless
Homies murked on the bus benches
Retaliation ’cause his mama cryin’
Kept it gangsta ’til I modify ’em
Rockabye, rockabye

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Feel the energy surge through my veins when I flow
Mentally, I can never be controlled
No sympathy for foes, my enemies exposed
Will they remember me when I’m gone?
I say rockabye, rockabye, rockabye baby
Shotta boy, shotta boy, shotta go crazy
Me nuh play games, so please don’t play me
Look at what they made me

Ludacris – Vitamin D (feat. Ty Dolla $Ign)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Ludacris]
Aw yeah, yeah
I mean there’s a lot of women out here that’s just, you know
They just defensive in so many things, man
You missing so many key nutrients in your life
I, I just want you to stay healthy in these streets
Oh, no no
Somebody gotta give you some vitamin D, you know what I mean?
Yeah, Luda

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
She got them handlebars
Gotta keep a tight grip on that donkey
She be givin’ out battle scars
‘Cause she got a tight grip on that monkey
She told me, all the way, go straight to that ass
Make a student be late for the class
She make a nigga wanna holla even though a couple dollars
So I gotta get straight to the cash
I love big cheeks in between them sheets
Jump back, I can’t help myself
Got a nigga so weak and I get no sleep
‘Cause the girls stay wetter than Michael Phelps
And she get right down to the business
She stimulate the five senses
And she like it when I grab her hair
But I might pull out them extensions
My intentions is good for her
She like that I’m rich and a lil hood for her
I beat it right and leave it good sore
Real niggas is always what I stood for
I’m all in, I don’t play with it
I fall in and I lay in it
If I call in, I might stay in it
And if it’s all a sin, then I’ll pray in it

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
She got them thunder thighs
I’m just tryna get struck by some lightnin’
Man, her booty is plus her size
And I like my cakes with some icin’
Yeah baby, [ciero a milo
Que a sabora azucca]
Bonnita, freaky lil chicha
Let’s try the whole Kama Sutra, get down
Drip down, let it trickle down, dig her down
Smack it up, flip it and rub it down, love her down
I’ma keep it 100 now, that girl nasty
I’m never lettin’ the opportunity pass me
But I love her boots when they thigh high
Guess it’s true what they say when you’re havin’ fun, the time, it really do fly by
Take her legs, put ’em sky high
Climb to the top, I’ma skydive
Off, you feel the pump like it’s sawed off
Shot gun, hold tight, don’t fall off
Work, I’ma call off
Don’t be tryna leave, lil mama, that’s too much ass to haul off
You need a U-Haul, if you leave me, woman, I’ma get blue balls
‘Cause ain’t nobody got sex like you
That can dress like you or impress like you
You make a brother wanna woosa

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Ooh, she got that snapback
Kinda ass if you blink, that it might hurt you
All up on the Snapchat
Try to get a screenshot and she might curse you
That there be your eyes only
Love when she grind on me
If they said I’m talkin’ shit
You know someone was lyin’ on me
She ain’t for that he say, she say
This shakin’ the DJ replay
Is like everyday is her bday
‘Cause everyday’s her get this D day
And she got to work with a smile on
And her skin is always glowin’
And her JJ ain’t all in the streets
‘Cause she ain’t out her hoein’, Luda

[Chorus: Ludacris & Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, she need her fix tonight (fix tonight)
Whoever she been with, he just ain’t hittin’ it right (hittin’ it right)
So let me have my way with both your lips tonight (lips tonight)
Girl, take this D, I don’t want you gettin’ sick tonight (sick tonight, sick tonight)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D (she said she can take it)
She said go another round for me (go another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)

Mary J. Blige – Love Yourself (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
It’s been a long way, but I made it here with love
I made it here with love, love
Said I’ve been and up and down and I’ve been through it all
Took a while to know my heart
Oh, yes, it did, yeah
Before love like this, you go
Through the fire and valley lows
But if you just hold on
Please hold on ’cause love is strong, it’ll save yah
Oh, please hold on, it’ll save yah, save yah

[Verse 1: Mary J. Blige]
Truth can be the sweetest pain
It can mess up everything
It’s the only way you know
I’m payin’ for it, I’m changin’ for it
Oh, oh, and it hurts
But I’ll make it work
‘Cause I’m no beginner
I’m a winner, paid dues, I know my purpose

[Refrain: Mary J. Blige]
Thought they’d put my life on hold
But I knew somethin’ they didn’t know
I know myself too much to ever fold
Dark clouds are movin’ past you

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Oh, you gotta love yourself
If you really wanna be with someone else
You gotta feed yourself
Before you feed somebody else
You gotta stay open, and don’t be foolish
‘Cause everybody don’t mean you well
You gotta love yourself
Before you love somebody else

[Interlude: Kanye West]
Yeah, gotta love yourself
Uh, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I decided not to use my color as a handicap
He a designer, artist, producer, and he rap
Never found virtue from patience
In a dark room just pacin’
Precious time is just wastin’
You do not know what we facin’
I cannot be complacent
In my job, be courageous
Another kid just got shot
They can’t find the assailant
Made it out of the basement
Made it out of the underground
From a time where you outta town
They might gun you down, blaow
There goes another round, blaow
There goes another round
Came from the Chi and wow, look what the fuck they found
A young legend, comin’ to shut the summer down
You need to talk to me like you don’t when your mother ’round

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Oh, you gotta love yourself, oh yeah
If you really wanna be with someone else
You gotta feed yourself
Before you feed somebody else
You gotta stay open, and don’t be foolish
‘Cause everybody don’t mean you well
You gotta love yourself
You gotta love yourself
Before you love somebody else

[Verse 3: Mary J. Blige]
I don’t feel no one’s time
Can’t get restless in the soul
Hold your heart, the world is cold
Keep singin’, don’t you stop prayin’, woman
Yeah, it will come to pass
Don’t worry ’bout nothin’
God knows that you’re worth it
You deserve it, can’t nothin’ else hurt you

[Refrain: Mary J. Blige]
Thought they’d put my life on hold
But I knew somethin’ they didn’t know
I know myself too much to ever fold
Dark clouds are movin’ past you

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
Oh, you gotta love yourself, oh yeah
If you really wanna be with someone else
You gotta feed yourself
Before you feed somebody else
You gotta stay open, and don’t be foolish
‘Cause everybody don’t mean you well
You gotta love yourself
You gotta love yourself
Before you love somebody else
Somebody else

PnB Rock, Kodak Black & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Horses

[Intro: PnB Rock]
DJ Chose
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 1: PnB Rock]
I just pulled up in the Benz
It was just me and my mans
Fishbowl no tint
Scooping your hoe and her friends
Wanna take that bitch to the movies
Ain’t got no love for the groupies
Seat back while she do me
She get wetter than Jacuzzis
She don’t go like a green light
She get ran through like a red light
If the head right then the bread right
Shawty know I be there every night
Problem, problem, what they want like steak sauce
Zero to sixty, I take off
Can’t see me, looking like Ray Charles

[Bridge: PnB Rock]
They tell me slow down, I’m goin’ too fast
Young nigga, I just wanna do the dash
I’m so reckless, hope I don’t crash
‘Cause I’m ballin’, like the whip stolen (yeah)

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All big bankrolls, I got no hoes
I just left my girlfriend, I’m in love with the Ghost now
She’s full of emotions, and now she’s my old bitch
‘Cause my ‘Rari knows how to ride when it goes down
And my watch on froze, watch it glow when the lights out
If it’s hot or cold, we gon’ still bring the bikes out
I just bought a Rolls-Royce and I hop in a Lamb’ now
When I push the button, they like, "What the fuck is that sound?"
Damn, I’m the man now
Only pulled up in this whip so I could stand out
Bought a icy ring and told ’em it’s no handouts
Started up a label, ’bout to make a band now

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
I’m looking at you haters through my rear view mirror
I’m sliding in some shit you see in Fast & Furious
I’m switching lanes on ’em, but I don’t got no gears
Shawty say she wanna ride, but she don’t know how to steer
They paid me for a show, but I didn’t even appear
They say Kodak Black you drive like he ain’t got no fear
They say, "Kodak Black, you act like you ain’t got no care"
I say my car got a horse like I’m in a marriage
Pull up in a ‘Rari, I, jump out with your shawty
Driving like a crash dummy speeding to that cash money
Money all in my head, if I wreck I’m dead
Shit, I’m driving that no cracker wouldn’t even get behind

[Chrous: PnB Rock]
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wanna do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)
All these horses in my car got me going fast
I just wan’ do the dash, put my pedal to the gas (skrr, skrr)
Going so fast, hope I don’t crash (skrr, skrr)
One false move, that could be my last (yeah)

Seiko Oomori – Dogma Magma

Mukashi mukashi aru tokoro ni otoko to onna to sore igai ga imashita
Mukashi mukashi aru tokori ni shiro kuro kiiro sore igai ga imashita
Mukashi mukashi aru tokoro ni YES to NO to sore igai ga aru no ni
Itsumo itsumo koto aru goto sore igai wa nakatta koto ni saremashita

Me ga sametara atashi wa JAPANIIZU
Kamisama na no ni keshou shinai to
Soto ni mo derenai fuben na karada
Kakumei tochuu o doo shite kureru no

Kokoro wo hitotsu nante fakku YOU
Fakku ALL ni suru kara "sensou" nan desho
BARABARA HAATO de ai rabu YOU
Rabu ALL dekinai kara mugen ni ai rabu yuu wo kasanete narimasu GOD

DOGUMA MAGUMA DOGUMA
DOGUMA MAGUMA DOGUMA
DOGURA MAGURA KARUMA
DOGUMA MAGUMA DOGUMA

Soto ni mo derenai GOD

Watashi ni ikiru imi ga nai to omae ga kimeruna sassato AAMEN
Kamisama da to mo shiranaide AAMEN AAMEN sassato AAMEN

Kekkon betsu ni shitakunai shi
Mitasareteru no ni shinpai shinaide
SHISUTEMA hitotsu tsukuru goto ni
MAINORITII mo tsukuttta batsu toshite

Shinda me wo shita JAPANIIZU
Shineba shinu hodo ikirareru jidai
KUSO demo BUSU demo sekai wo kaetai
Hora anata mo mou shinderu desho

Sekai ga kietetta yoru mo
"Sekai ga kieta" to iu koto ga atta
Kangaero knajiro TOUCH MY YES
Ano yo mo kono yo mo sore dake ga ZERO janai mono
Dare demo naremasu GOD

Kokoro wo hitotsu nante fakku YOU
Fakku ALL ni suru kara "sensou" nan desho
BARABARA HAATO de ai rabu YOU
Rabu ALL dekinai kara mugen ni ai rabu yuu wo kasaneru SUTANSU

Sekai ga kietetta yoru mo
"Sekai ga kieta" to iu koto ga atta
Kangaero kanjiro TOUCH MY YES
Ano yo mo kono yo mo kimi dake ga ZERO janai mono
Dare ni mo nitenai GOD

Dare demo naremasu GOD

Cvija – Haljina

[Chorus]
A ja celo veče zamišljam
Kako izgledaš kad na tebi nije ni ta haljina
Insomnia, piće i tablete
Budi mi još jedna loša navika
A ja celo veče zamišljam
Kako izgledaš kad na tebi nije ni ta haljina
Insomnia, piće i tablete
Budi mi još jedna loša navika

[Post-Chorus]
Ta tvoja haljina
Gledam je satima
Ta tvoja haljina

[Verse 1]
Nju provali, izvali, mala je kokain
Pogledi ka njoj idu k’o rafali
Rafali, ali samo ja joj falim
Hteo bih sa njom odmah sutra ja na Bali

[Refrain]
Hajmo!

[Pre-Chorus]
U klubu drugu častim
Da ljubomornom bih te pravio
I mogu da se kladim
Da ni ti, k’o ni ja, nikad nisi bila anđeo

[Chorus]
A ja celo veče zamišljam
Kako izgledaš kad na tebi nije ni ta haljina
Insomnia, piće i tablete
Budi mi još jedna loša navika
A ja celo veče zamišljam
Kako izgledaš kad na tebi nije ni ta haljina
Insomnia, piće i tablete
Budi mi još jedna loša navika

[Post-Chorus]
Ta tvoja haljina
Gledam je satima
Ta tvoja haljina

[Refrain]
Hajmo!

[Verse 2]
Kao dugme pali, crveni njen karmin
Kada prođe gradom k’o crveni Ferrari
Ferrari, ali samo ja joj falim
Jedna noć u mraku da mi sija k’o Dubai

[Pre-Chorus]
U klubu drugu častim
Da ljubomornom bih te pravio
I mogu da se kladim
Da ni ti, k’o ni ja, nikad nisi bila anđeo

[Chorus]
A ja celo veče zamišljam
Kako izgledaš kad na tebi nije ni ta haljina
Insomnia, piće i tablete
Budi mi još jedna loša navika
A ja celo veče zamišljam
Kako izgledaš kad na tebi nije ni ta haljina
Insomnia, piće i tablete
Budi mi još jedna loša navika

[Post-Chorus]
Ta tvoja haljina
Gledam je satima
Ta tvoja haljina

[Refrain]
Hajmo!

[Outro]
Tvoja haljina me mami, haljina u tami
Ostavi tu čipku kada ostanemo sami
Haljina me mami, haljina u tami
Ostavi tu čipku kada ostanemo sami
Haljina, ha-ha-haljina
Haljina me mami, haljina u tami
Ostavi tu čipku kada ostanemo sami
Haljina me mami, haljina u tami
Ostavi tu čipku kada ostanemo sami
Haljina me mami, haljina u tami
Ta tvoja haljina
Haljina me mami, haljina u tami
Gledam je satima

Ljupka Stevic – Balkanka (feat. MC Stojan)

Coby, jesi ti radio traku

[Ljupka Stević]
Balkanka, nesrećna i lepa
Balkanka, i grešna i verna
Balkanka, nigde takve nema
Tvoja Balkanka

Balkanka, kao vatra vrela
Balkanka, ima drugih žena
Balkanka, al’ nigde takve nema
Tvoja Balkanka

[MC Stojan]
U klubu samo drama zbog žene sa Balkana (‘ajde)
Samo moja, samo moja, samo moja Balkanka
Samo moja, samo moja, od grada do grada svako je zna
Samo moja, samo moja, samo moja Balkanka
Samo moja, samo moja Balkanka, ona je ta

I zlato, i lova, auto 400 konja
Dao bih sve da si moja – Tvoja sam
Sa osmehom tugujem, popijem pa ludujem
Gde god da sam svako zna ko sam ja

[Ljupka Stević]
Balkanka, nesrećna i lepa
Balkanka, i grešna i verna
Balkanka, nigde takve nema
Tvoja Balkanka

Balkanka, kao vatra vrela
Balkanka, ima drugih žena
Balkanka, al’ nigde takve nema
Tvoja Balkanka

[MC Stojan]
U klubu samo drama zbog žene sa Balkana (‘ajde)
Samo moja, samo moja, samo moja Balkanka
Samo moja, samo moja, od grada do grada svako je zna
Samo moja, samo moja, samo moja Balkanka
Samo moja, samo moja Balkanka, ona je ta

Opasna, opasna, ona je tako bezobrazna
Gleda me pravo u oči i kaže mi tvoja sam
Sa osmehom tugujem, popijem pa ludujem
Gde god da sam svako zna ko sam ja

[Ljupka Stević]
Balkanka, nesrećna i lepa
Balkanka, i grešna i verna
Balkanka, nigde takve nema
Tvoja Balkanka

Balkanka, kao vatra vrela
Balkanka, ima drugih žena
Balkanka, al’ nigde takve nema
Tvoja Balkanka

[MC Stojan]
U klubu samo drama zbog žene sa Balkana (‘ajde)
Samo moja, samo moja, samo moja Balkanka
Samo moja, samo moja, od grada do grada svako je zna
Samo moja, samo moja, samo moja Balkanka
Samo moja, samo moja Balkanka, ona je ta

Dagashi Kashi – Opening – (Sub Kanji, Romaji, Español)

Now, Hurry! Comin" Fantasy! 夢を探してる 捜査線はヤブのなか
きらきら光る 意思は 磨かなきゃ 風化してくだけ
More, Boogie-Woogie! Wonder Line!
鼓動が波間で グラマラスな熱になる
言葉にならない予感 渦巻いて 胸が騒ぎだす 夏が色めきだす

青春群像(ぐんぞう)劇には 緑(ゆかり)のない はずなのに
まるで「ギミック」 「トリック」 「ゴシップ」 「ステップ」
総動員して 身を揺らせ 楽しんで
さぁ 今 JAZZY でFUNNYな 即興で セッション! ここに始まる Play!

キミと私とで ファンタスティック! 1度きりだけ�[email protected]/* */ Meets Girl
シュガーとスパイス ごちゃまぜに ジャイブして
まだ 止めないで スキャンダル! 「これからが最上級」って
神様のシナリオ 超えて 走りだしてく Go Round!

なんだ か�[email protected]/* */ You Understand!? 「チェックメイトまで」

Now, Hurricane Fantasy! 縦横無尽に
ハジケ飛ぶよ ポップコーンラバー
無邪気な表情(かお)で ココロ乱すのは 罪深き太陽
More, Boogie-Magic! Tender Line!
揺れるカゲロウが 妄想を駆り立ててく
クラクラさせる隙(すき)に 何もかも 思い通りになる?
変わってくりアライズ

整合性とか要らない 願うまま あるがまま
そんな「ナニが、ドウで、コウで、ドーナッツってんの?」って
無粋(ぶすい)だわ 訊(き)かないで
さぁ ほら SUNNY でBUNNYな テンションで ライドオン!
夏のド真ん中 Fly!

キミと私との ドラスティック! 出逢いこそ 未知のSuddenly
ビターとスイート 唇で シェイクして
もう 気づいてる!? シューティングスター 瞬(またた)く間(ま)
過ぎ去ってく
オトナになる前に 交わす約束はきっ�[email protected]/* */ Tight!

フェイクのはずが リアル以上に リアルに感じる
一途(いちず)なキセキ 待ち受ける世界
ずっと これから 一緒なら 続くでしょ?

キミと私とで ファンタスティック! 1度きりだけ�[email protected]/* */ Meets Girl
シュガーとスパイス ごちゃまぜに ジャイブして
まだ 止めないで スキャンダル! 「これからが最上級」って
神様のシナリオ 超えて 走りだしてく Go Round!

なんだ か�[email protected]/* */ You Understand!? 「チェックメイトまで」

Humble – Kendrick Lamar lyrics

Lyrics Kendrick Lamar – Humble

Wicked or weakness
You gotta see this
Waaaaaaay (yeah, yeahhh!)(humble.)

Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits
But now I’m countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives
In fact, I’m downin’ this
D’USSÉ with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo’ ass the world with my paystub
Ooh, that pussy good, won’t you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin’ Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate ’em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It’s levels to it, you and I know, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up lil’ b*tch, hol’ up lil’ b*tch) be humble
(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Sit down, hol’ up, lil’ b*tch)
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Lil’ b*tch (hol’ up, lil’ b*tch) be humble
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(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
(Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up).

Who dat nigga thinkin’ that he frontin’ on man, man? (Man, man)
Get the f*ck off my stage, I’m the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the f*ck off my dick, that ain’t right
I make a play f*ckin’ up your whole life
I’m so f*ckin’ sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin’ natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin’ natural like ass with some stretchmarks
Still will take you down right on your mama’s couch in Polo socks, ayy
This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don’t fabricate it, ayy, most of y’all be fakin’, ayy
I stay modest ’bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a nigga, it won’t be the alcohol, ayy
I’m the realest nigga after all, b*tch, be humble.

(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
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(Hol’ up, b*tch) sit down
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Bob Seger – Old Time Rock And Roll lyrics

Just take those old records off the shelf
I’ll sit and listen to ’em by m’self
Today’s music ain’t got the same soul
I like that old time rock and roll

Don’t try to take me to a Disco
You’ll never even get me out on the floor
In 10 minutes I’ll be head-en for the door
I like that old time rock and roll

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Still like that old time rock and roll
The kinda music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock and roll

Won’t go to hear ’em play a Tango
I’d rather hear some blues or funky old soul
There’s only one sure way to get me to go
Start playin’ old time rock and roll

Call me a relic call me what’cha will
Say I’m old fashioned say I’m over the hill
Today’s music ain’t got the same soul
I like that old time rock and roll

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Still like that old time rock and roll