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Steve Aoki & Louis Tomlinson – Just Hold On (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Wish that you could build a time machine
So you could see
The things no one can see
Feels like you’re standing on the edge
Looking at the stars
And wishing you were them

‪What do you do when a chapter ends?‬
‪Do you close the book and never read it again?‬
‪Where do you go when your story’s done?‬
‪You can be who you were or who you’ll become‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, if it all goes wrong‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, darling just hold on‬

‪The sun goes down and it comes back up‬
‪The world it turns no matter what‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, if it all goes wrong
Darling, just hold on

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, darling, just hold on
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh

It’s not over ’til it’s all been said‬
‪It’s not over ’til your dying breath‬
‪So what do you want them to say when you’re gone?‬
‪That you gave up or that you kept going on?‬

‪What do you do when a chapter ends?‬
‪Do you close the book and never read it again?‬
‪Where do you go when your story’s done?‬
‪You can be who you were or who you’ll become‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, ‪if it all goes wrong‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, darling just hold on‬

‪The sun goes down and it comes back up‬
‪The world it turns no matter what‬
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh, if it all goes wrong
Darling, just hold on

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Darling, just hold on
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh
If it all goes wrong
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh
Darling just hold on

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh oh
If it all goes wrong, darling just hold on

SonReal – No Warm Up

[Verse 1]
They told me things like, uh, "Go get a job"
I told them things like, uh, "Go, go fuck off"
I’m cool kid to these cool kids, I lead my own parade
Cause this new shit I drop right now gon’ make your fuckin’ day
I got shit to lose just like a plumber
Locked down like Ye for three summers
Locked down like DMX when he peel out
Vroom vroom, you know I’m the only real out
First try, no warm up with no diploma
I used to drive to Kelowna, get booed like a fuckin’ loaner
Cause I was scared of myself and I showed it to everybody
This go out to anybody who yelling "We ready, Sonny" like
Ready, ready, ready

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 2]
They told me things like, uh, "Go back to school"
I told them things like, uh, "I fucking rule"
I’m Quim Cardona first try
I’m David Blaine on mushrooms
So this shit right here, this gon’ make me levitate right ‘bove you
I get higher than Peter Pan going skydiving
I can’t miss, so I’m putting with my five iron
Vancouver raised a boy to a man
From a hundred dollar show to a couple hundred grand
I write my music like a 12 year old who’s sitting in the stands
Cause that 12-year old was me when I was looking for my dad like
Chicka-bow-wow, chicka-bow-wow, run it
So if you see me walking, come and say "What’s up" to Sonny like
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

[Verse 3]
Hot damn, why you looking at me?
I been beaming like I just went pro
You can act like you running the show
But since I came here, man, I just don’t know
Mama told me, "Don’t break no rules
‘Less you’re planning on doing it first try"
I dedicate this song right here to anybody yelling "Free yo mind"
Run it, run it, run it

[Hook]
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
What’s up? What’s up? What’s up?
First try, no warm up
Yeah, I might just go ahead and say
First try, no warm up

[Post-Hook]
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up
First try, no warm up

Papoose – Back On My Bullshit (feat. Fat Joe & Jaquae)

[Verse 1: Papoose]
Where was you at when I was trying to blow?
Waste my money on weed farms, I was trying to grow
Niggas tried to eat on my block, I had to cock the fo’
Ran down on them and told them niggas they gotta go!
Had the Triple FAT Goose on, it was kinda cold
I was on the block eating Mike & Ikes and Jolly Joes
Police asking me questions; I told ’em "I don’t know,"
You was in the precinct crying, you had the snotty nose!
Had to run down on my connect, they playing dominoes
Backed them niggas down for that work and told them "adios!"
Brought my money up, I’m looking like King Jaffe Jo’
I ain’t make "Panda," but I’ve been wearing Desiigner clothes!
Back on my bullshit, Mac with the full clip, might have to just lose it
I’m quick to use it, who you acting a fool with? Is y’all niggas stupid?
Smacking a few bricks, stacking a few bricks, this track is exclusive
Packing the U-*censored,* he packing the toothpick, I’m packing the pool stick
Mad ’cause I move with .40-caliber tool grip, I’m faster to shoot shit
Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta, get madder and madder, they scared that I’ll shatter the glass on your new whip
Maggots with loose lips, they catching a cruise ship, I’m grabbin’ the [?]
Back with the movement, it’s a fact you a true bitch, my status is too lit
Cats I was cool with, sat in classes at school with, keep acting confusing
Man I refuse it, I think you’d rather defuse it, your head, I’ll have to remove it
Lacking improvement, all you rappers included, I’m Ravishing Rude Rick
Ancient pretenders were hit in the genitals [?]

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
On my BS, we platium Day’s and diamond Jesus
Had some rumors they killing ’em, that’s an understate’
Same nigga used to move the blue Malibu
Soon as a nigga get money, they get mad at you!
Sitting on a Hollywood sign, I ain’t got a view
And all my bitches is loyal, they got a debt or two
I’ve been getting busy playing Frisbee with the rakes
Everybody pissy, well then, lift them by the case!
Could’ve bought a boat for the price of the wristwatch
Pulling dope out the tires like a pit stop
(Whoa! Whoa!) Duck when I come through
I already sent you, tell your niggas what the gun do
.45’ll miss, the AK’ll hit
Everybody lit ’til they laying in shit!
Your love is a 187
I’ve been killing ’em softly, get in niggas’ apartments!

[Hook: Jaquae]
Let’s [?]
I’mma take what’s mine
I want more money, more part, goddamn, nigga, it’s about that time!
I’m back on my bullshit
I’m back on my bullshit
I said I’m back on my bull-shit
I’m back on my bullshit
Hey!

[Outro: Fat Joe (Jaquae)]
(Jaquae! Jaquae!)
Coka the Don
Double P!
(Papoose, Pa-poose!)

Maggie Lindemann – Pretty Girl (Lyric Video)

[Chorus]
I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
’cause I’m not just a pretty girl

[Verse 1]
I’m more than just a picture
I’m a daughter and a sister
Sometimes it’s hard for me to show
That I’m more than just a rumor
Or a song on your computer
There’s more to me than people know
[Pre-Chorus]
Some days I’m broke, some days I’m rich
Some days I’m nice, some days I can be a bitch
Some days I’m strong, some days I quit
I don’t let it show, but I’ve been through some shit

[Chorus]
I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
’cause I’m not just a pretty girl

[Verse 2]
I’m more than just a number
I’m a hater, I’m a lover
Sometimes it’s hard for me show
That I’m more than just a title
Or a comment going viral going viral
There’s more to me than people know

[Pre-Chorus]
Some days I’m broke, some days I’m rich
Some days I’m nice, some days I can be a bitch
Some days I’m strong, some days I quit
I don’t let it show, but I’ve been through some shit

[Chorus]
I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
Fuck your heavens and your pearls
’cause I’m not just a pretty girl, I’m not just a pretty girl
I’m not just a pretty girl, no I’m not just a pretty girl

I can swear, I can joke
I say what’s on my mind
If I drink, if I smoke
I keep up with the guys
And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
’cause I’m not just a pretty girl, I’m not just a pretty girl
I’m not just a pretty girl, no I’m not just a pretty girl
I’m not just a pretty girl

Lyves – Darkest Hour

Tell me where you want me, love
But tell me where you want me
In your darkest hour
I won’t throw you
Drive carefully now
Drive carefully
Drive carefully now

Have you ever seen her?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her look like that?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her look like that?
Have you ever seen her look like that?

Tell me where you want me, love
But tell me where you want me
In your darkest hour
I won’t throw you
Drive carefully now
Drive carefully
Drive carefully now

Have you ever seen her?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her look like that?
I watched her run
Have you ever seen her?
I watched her run
(In your darkest hour
In your darkest hour)
Have you ever seen her look like that?
Have you ever seen her look like that?

In your darkest hour
In your darkest hour
In your darkest hour
Don’t say no
In your darkest hour
In your darkest hour

Louis The Child – Fire (feat. Evalyn)

Looking up, starlight
Take me there, yeah I wanna fly
One call, bankroll
Wanna feel the rush at the front row
Paycheck, late again
Barely hanging at the apartment
Doing it my way
Ain’t nothing free ’bout the free way

But I’m miles off the ground,
I’m leaving this home and city to burn
and I’ll watch it go down
Ooh, ’cause that sun gon’ take me with it, hey

And I’m building a fire, fire, eh
I’m building it higher, higher, eh
I’m gonna run this empire, pire, eh
and if it go down in the flames,
The smoke gon’ spell my name

[Beat drops]

Lipstick, red wine
Long nights, it’s a lifestyle
So good to the last drop
You could see me light up from the rooftops
But I’m miles off the ground,
I’m leaving this home and city to burn
and I’ll watch it go down
Ooh, ’cause that sun gon’ take me with it, hey

And I’m building a fire, fire, eh
I’m building it higher, higher, eh
I’m gonna run this empire, pire eh
and if it go down in the flames,
The smoke gon’ spell my name

[Beat drops]

And I’m building a fire, fire, eh
I’m building it higher, higher, eh
I’m gonna run this empire, pire eh
and if it go down in the flames,
The smoke gon’ spell my name

Lizzo – Scuse Me

[Verse 1]
Look up in the mirror, oh my God, it’s me
So much Prada on me, I’m a Pradagy
I’ma do my thing, no apologies
Coconut and rose in my skin regime

[Pre-Chorus]
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what you see
It’s that, oh my God, it’s lookin’ heavenly (aah)
Poppin’ Power Rangers, purple, yellow, pink
Throwin’ ones, wonder what my mama think

[Refrain]
Feelin’ like a stripper when I’m lookin’ in the mirror
I’ll be slappin’ on that ass gettin’ thicker and thicker

[Chorus]
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself

[Verse 2]
Look up in the mirror, oh, I’m having visions
Feelin’ like a million, ooh, I can get it (aah)
Who [?] you (aah)
Who over there (aah)
Lookin’ good (aah)
Feelin’ yourself

[Pre-Chorus]
Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what you see
It’s that, oh my God, it’s looking heavenly (aah)
Ooh, I’ll mix the [?] with the Cherokee
Throwin’ ones, wonder what my mama think

[Refrain]
Feelin’ like a stripper when I’m lookin’ in the mirror
I’ll be slappin’ on that ass gettin’ thicker and thicker

[Chorus]
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself

[Bridge]
Feelin’ like a stripper when I’m lookin’ in the mirror
I’ll be slappin’ on that ass gettin’ thicker and thicker
Ok, now spoonin’ you
Now start it too
That spoon, spoon
That spoon, spoon
I don’t need a crown to know that I’m a queen
I don’t need a crown to know that I’m a queen

[Chorus]
I don’t see nobody else
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
I don’t see nobody else
(I don’t see nobody else)
‘Scuse me while I feel myself
(‘Scuse me while I feel my-)
‘Scuse me while I feel myself

KAMAU – Mint (feat. Taliba Safiyah)

[Verse 1: KAMAU]
It’s magic baby, my matress baby
Sleeping on clothes
The fabric baby, looks tragic maybe
It let’s me know
I’m on the ground (x3)
If you are down (x3)
I know your grounded(x2)
I know your ground
Can you get down (x3)

[Hook]
To the spaces in between our faces
The most beautiful places in the world
Don’t waste it, I could almost taste it
The most beautiful places in the world
In the world, world(x2)

[Verse 2: Talibah Safiya]
Resistance is taunting I can see you’re opening
All of yourself to me
I let go of my pride and I lay down with you
I’ll take my shoes off
Let the empty spaces be just there
I have no fear of silence
Especially under the moon
Or under the sun or under the coulds

[Hook]
To the spaces in between our faces
The most beautiful places in the world
Don’t waste it, I could almost taste it
The most beautiful places in the world
In the world, world(x2)

[Verse 3: KAMAU & Talibah Safiya]
All this gravity go to the moon
Weightless gravity pulls me to you
Just enjoy the view

[Hook]
To the spaces in between our faces
The most beautiful places in the world
Don’t waste it, I could almost taste it
The most beautiful places in the world
In the world, world(x2)

John Legend – Surefire (From The Artists Den) (Live)

[Verse 1]
Can you just stay through the night?
Turn down the bed and the blinds
Before you turn around
Can you just stay through the night?
Let me breathe you in ’til gravity bends
And we fall through the hole in the light
Make this our kingdom
Somewhere where good love conquers and not divides

[Chorus]
Cause I may not know a lot of things but
I feel it in my chest
Know I won’t let the blue flame die
We can’t lose hope just yet
‘Cause it’s once, just once in a lifetime
And we’re scared to love but it’s alright
I may not know a lot of things but
I know that we’re surefire, yeah
Know that we’re surefire, yeah

[Verse 2]
Can’t keep this bed warm on the left side
When something is cold as a goodbye
Why don’t you turn around?
Ignore all that shit from the outside
The world is a nightmare
Wake up and stay here
Let me be on your side
We’ll make this our kingdom
Somewhere where good love conquers and not divides

[Pre-Chorus]
And oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so tired of fighting
Let go, give in, let go and give up, oh

[Chorus]
I may not know a lot of things but
I feel it in my chest
Know I won’t let the blue flame die
We can’t lose hope just yet
‘Cause it’s once, just once in a lifetime
And we’re scared to love but it’s alright
I may not know a lot of things but
I know that we’re surefire
Know that we’re surefire

[Pre-Chorus]
And oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so tired of fighting
Let go, give in, let go and give up, oh

[Chorus]
I may not know a lot of things but
I feel it in my chest
If we just let the blue flame die
The devil wins this bet
Oh it’s once, just once in a lifetime
And you’re scared to love but it’s alright
I may not know a lot of things but
I know that we’re surefire
Know that we’re surefire

Jessie Reyez – Shutter Island

[Verse 1]
The goodbyes are getting old
Next time you can go ahead and go
I’m tired of begging you to love me

[Pre-Chorus]
Goodness, gracious, you’re amazing
According to you, I’m a lucky lady
So why’d you lie to me?
Why do I cry to sleep?

Good, gracious, I’m replaceable
You say that I’m too crazy
I guess you were right
I guess you were right

[Chorus]
My straight jacket’s custom-made though
(With fucking diamonds)
My straight jacket’s custom-made though
(With fucking rubies)
I’m crazy just like Galileo
My straight jacket’s custom-made though

[Verse 2]
You keep hitting, I’ve been bruised
Holy field I can’t hear you
I’m tired of begging you to love me

You’re expecting me to say
Loco, please, please stay
I’m tired of begging you to love me

[Pre-Chorus]
Goodness, gracious, you’re amazing
According to you, I’m a lucky lady
So why do I cry to sleep?
Why’d you lie to me?

Good, gracious, I’m replaceable
You say that I’m too crazy
I guess you were right
I guess you were right

[Chorus]
My straight jacket’s custom-made though
(I’m fucking famous)
My straight jacket’s custom-made though
(My fuckin’ roadies)
I’m crazy just like Galileo
My straight jacket’s custom-made though

[Bridge]
For a second I forgot I was a bad bitch
Begging you to stay became a habit
I’m tired of begging you to love me

I know I can be better, needed practice
I know I can be better, but the fact is
I’m tired of begging you to love me

[Pre-Chorus]
Goodness gracious, let’s just break up
I tried everything to save us
So why do I cry to sleep
Every time you try to leave?

Goodness, gracious, this relationship
Is full of so much hatred
I guess you were right
I guess you were right

Shy Glizzy – Errywhere

[Intro]
Bitch I’m on now
I’m in a foreign now
We don’t make it rain no more
No, bitch it’s pouring down
I can get my own now
Bitch I’m grown now
I’m in my zone now
Yeah it’s going down

[Hook]
Nigga I be everywhere
You ain’t never there
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Can’t wait to get this money, I’m gon’ take my niggas everywhere
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere
I got bitches everywhere, take them bitches everywhere
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Bitch I come from DC, ask about us, we ain’t scary here
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere

[Verse 1]
I’m on top of the mountains and I’m screaming fuck the world
My bitch so bad she look just like a powderpuff girl
1942, come and take shots ‘til you hurl
I wake up like “who you?”, I got some missed calls from my girl
Chain lighting up the room like I’m a damn electrician
I got some little buddies tryna see wassup witcha
And one thing that I learn is that ya never trust niggas
And if I have a daughter she can’t fuck with fuck niggas
They be like “ay Glizzy, why you still ain’t mainstream?”
I’m loyal to my niggas, bitch we got that same dream
Underground king, rest in peace to Pimp C
Bitch I am a boss, can’t let a nigga pimp me

[Hook]
Nigga I be everywhere
You ain’t never there
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Can’t wait to get this money, I’m gon’ take my niggas everywhere
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere
I got bitches everywhere, take them bitches everywhere
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Bitch I come from DC, ask about us, we ain’t scary here
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere

[Verse 2]
I’m in the back of the back, I’m moving through Hollywood
Remember way back in the slums like Bollywood
I take an L and get that shit right back, that’s on my hood
Me and all my niggas got straps, I wish you would
Two racks for my [?], bitches better not get it scuffed
Bitch you know I’m up, when you see me say wassup
I keep ‘em in a tuck, you should see my runner up
All my bitches bad and all my bitches got a butt
Come on with bands here, nigga we ain’t playin’ fair
I was really on the block, boy you couldn’t stand there
Came up with a plan yeah, turned up with my mans yeah
Watch how I go ham if they just give me a chance yeah

[Hook]
Nigga I be everywhere
You ain’t never there
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Can’t wait to get this money, I’m gon’ take my niggas everywhere
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere
I got bitches everywhere, take them bitches everywhere
Every time I look up see the same bitches everywhere
Bitch I come from DC, ask about us, we ain’t scary here
Take them pistols everywhere, I got hitters everywhere

Dae Dae – Black Lives Matter (feat. London On Da Track) (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
No justice, no peace huh?
Just put your hands up and say don’t shoot bro
(We got London on the track) boom

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (Balmain)
(I just don’t know, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face the reason, why?
Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 1]
You killing my skin (black)
You killing my colors (blue)
You killing my niggas (my kind)
Crazy motherfucker bitch
Like what is your reason? (really?)
I rap for a reason (I do)
I trap for a reason (my kids)
This shit here easy, no-no
My president black (Barack)
My bank account loaded (racks)
My credit is whack, I feel like they holding (on me)
Trayvon we miss you
I hope you listening (yeah)
This shit ridiculous
I had to mention it
But shame on you (shame on you)
I didn’t wanna blame you (didn’t wanna blame you, no-no)
But they tried to frame me (for real)
And I get to aiming (they Glocks)
The reason why I’m saying this cause

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (the color of my skin)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
(I just-I just don’t fuck with you, bro)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Verse 2]
You blood or you crip? (what)
You thugging or what? (huh?)
You busting or what? (scrap)
It’s us against them (c’mon)
Got no fear in my heart (no)
I don’t like how they shot that man that they chased on the ground
And I don’t like how killed that innocent lady on World Star
(On World Star, on World Star, on World Star)

[Bridge]
No-no-no-no, Eric Garner
No-no-no-no, Michael Brown
No-no-no-no, Freddie Gray
No-no-no-no, Alton Sterling
Sandra Bland
The message that I’m tryna tell you

[Hook]
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Black lives matter, black lives matter, black lives matter
Is it the color of my skin (really?)
Maybe it’s how I sag my pants (goddamn)
Is it to safe with me (is it safe?)
To walk in thse streets with my kids with me? (yeah-yeah)
I mean face’s the reason, why? Cause I got five reasons
I used to stay at Four Seasons

[Outro]
Four Seasons, Four Seasons, Four Seasons

Looking Glass Band – Brandy

There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say "Brandy, fetch another round"
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean foam rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say

The sailors say "Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)
"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea"

"Brandy, you’re a fine girl" (you’re a fine girl)

"What a good wife you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea"

Devendra Banhart – Mi Negrita

Mi amor no tiene esperanza
Aunque te esperara
Mi corazón se ancla
A un fantasma corporal
Mi amor no tiene venganza
Aunque te matara

Este viejo no se cansa
Siempre te perseguirá
Así que fe y amor no necesita esperanza
Ven amor aquí
Feo amor no grita en mi lancha
Alrededor de ti
Vestida en mi dolor
Negrita de mi amor
Fe y amor mosquito tan dandi
Fue un amor así
Feo amor no quita esperanza
Ven amor aquí
Ven amor

Mi amor no te hablo paja
Aunque no es la verdad
Mi abogado trabaja
Para que tu puedas descansar
Así que fe y amor no necesita esperanza
Ven amor aquí
Ven amor disfruta mi grasa
Alrededor de ti
Fe y amor
Feo amor

Richie Sambora – Long Way Around

I am just a traveling man
Alone and in my shell
Beaten by these broken times
Wandering through this hell
And I have taken chances
And I’ve lost all my rules
The answer’s right in front of me
And I have been a fool

I keep taking the long way around
Why must I take the long way around
I keep thinkin’ that I’m moving up
When I’m losing my ground
Why must I take the long way
The long way around

All I ever wanted
In this life was to be pure
Seduced by colors in my eyes
Taken by the hand
Of all the things I’ve ever wanted
Of all the treasures in my life
The greatest is the mind

So why do I take the long way around
Why must I take the long way around
I keep thinking that I’m moving up
When I’m losing my ground
Why must I take the long way
The long way around

He told me what’s the cost
But only when the path is lost
And whoever found an open door
In this ocean of suffering
If I’ve had anything
I don’t want to hide from me no more

I am just a traveling man
Alone and in my shell
Beaten by these broken times
Wandering through this hell
And I have taken chances
I’ve lost all my rules
The answer is right in front of me
I have been a fool

I keep taking the long way around
Why must I take the long way around
I keep thinking that I’m moving up
When I"m losing my ground
I keep taking the long way
The long way around
I keep taking the long around
I keep taking the long around
I keep thinking that I’m moving up
When I’m losing my ground
I keep taking the long way
The long way around

Akb48 – Ano Hi No Jibun

夏休みには列車に揺られて
田舎のおじいちゃん家へいったっけ
山に囲まれ 蝉のこえ 遠く
緑側で昼寝をしてみていたよ

どこかを歩いているのに
なぜか前へ進めずに
汗かきながら
焦ってたんだ

あの日の風鈴
ちりんとなって
風はそっと吹き抜けた
目には見えない
大事なものは
いつのまにか
古い記憶の中

ラジオ体操 好きじゃなかったけど
朝の空気は澄んでて気持ちいい将
来の夢大人に聞かれて
そんな先のことなんかわからないよ

時計の針はこっそり
知らぬ間に進んで
鏡の自分は
大人だった

心の風鈴
聴こえたような
夏のそらが黄昏れる
すべてのものは変わっていくけど
ずっと ずっと 僕は少年のまま

どこかで風鈴
ちりんとなって
僕はまわりを見回した
目にはみえない
大事なものは
いつのまにか
古い記憶の中

ずっと ずっと
僕は少年のまま

Curren$y, Corner Boy P & T.Y. – In The Field (The Jetlanta EP)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
2017, we ain’t gon’ waste a minute
We done assembled the family
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brought some of the family
Brought some of the toys to Atlanta
We got in the studio, we drop some hammers
Quick lil’ six piece
Like a mission statement for the company
Let you know what we gon’ do this year
Pretty much our own shit

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Them niggas show they true colours when you come up
They don’t want you in motion, they want you stuck
They see you goin’, hope you fuck it up
Don’t know how you can hang around them fools so much
That’s the ones you don’t trust, dope in the pot
Somebody turn the stove up
Spitta in the cut with twenty cones stuffed, you know what
Finna fuck somethin’ up, show off
Live from New Orleans, there’s no love
That mean when it come suckers, we got no love
Cuban links and hoodie mane, Range truck
When I go to sleep that’s all I can think of

[Hook: Curren$y]
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Look, hotbox the Range
All these diamonds on me, you can go in skates
Yeah a couple of bitches comin’ my way
We’ll run the world in a couple days
Came back with nothin’ but the cake
Chevy ridin’, yeah they make the ground shake
I be grindin’ like every damn day
When it’s time to hustle, know they don’t pay
When it’s said and done, I’mma be the one
Nigga talkin’ hottest underneath the sun
All these niggas with all that sneak dissin’
Knowing they ain’t gon’ drop nigga
Jet life, we ’bout stuntin’
Came through in H1 Hummers
Lay laws now they all know
Had a kick if you tryna score
Straight to the block when I get of the road
No, I will never forget, by my wo’s
Smell that killer weed all of my clothes
In the lab bout to drop off a load
Flood the streets with that Audio Dope
Yea we known to come at they throat
Land on mine I let that blow
Don’t touch no bitch don’t lust no hoe

[Hook: Curren$y]
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life

[Verse 3: Cornerboy P]
Fresh paint, tens beating tryna blow that inch
Playing with it, bad bitch like what you doin’ with her
Tell that bitch name a car we pullin’ up in it
Just got a new Jet Life piece I never tuck my shit
Dirty on me, that thirty on me ridin’ dirty in it
Woes with me, work in it still swerving in it
Dope boy, word is she fuckin’ Corner Boy
Hustle hard, bought a watch then another car
Stayed down, on these clowns played my part nigga
Doin’ numbers, learned that shit from the start
How you really feel, it’s really real I’m really in the field
Defense, cornerback and P ain’t never lackin’

[Hook: Curren$y]
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas got on the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas after the same thing
On the field like a football team, Jet Life
Jet Life, all my niggas wearin’ the same chain
Pullin’ up in all kind of machines, Jet Life
Jet Life
Motherfuckers nervous and shit
It’s too lit

Curren$y, Corner Boy P & T.Y. – Money Put Away (The Jetlanta EP)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Self made, Self paid
Shorty bought that Rolls Royce
Put it on blades
Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane
Stayed down, got high and you never changed
SL with the top up when it’s heavy rain
Have your name hold weight
Have you chain solid gold no fake
Destined to ball, it was written
This is fate
They can’t interfere so I roll up let em hate

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic
I’m the hottest topic
Pimp your bitch right out them dollars
I don’t wear no Robins
Sweat pants is what I arrive in
Yeah I’m steady climbing
Swear I’m balling on these niggas
Without a fucking problem
You don’t want to problem, so don’t you try to stop em
JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em
Water whippin in the kitchen
That’s how lil homie got em
Ranking so many bitches
I’m starting to think they plotting
I leave em with no watching
What you saying something?
Well make sure that I got it
Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me
And all this ice around my neck
It’s not that hard to find me, yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
Uh
Make it to spend it
Blew a lot, I stash plenty
Grill was 20, I smile at bitches and boot up niggas
I’m east side with it, my side ain’t sweet
Lil boy’s blinking
Slide for my niggas, they ride for me
Like I ride for Spitta
Yeah, if you ain’t no that, you don’t know a nigga
And you probably the type that will owe a nigga
Cuz if you did’t know, then you will do better
Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever
Shit, keep our minds together we be rich forever
Bury me in all my jewelry let me shine forever
I got Ciroc and take a four on it
Let them niggas have the style since I got more coming
P

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

Chief Keef – So Tree (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 1]
I’m checkin’ the mail, I’m weighin’ the scale, I’m buyin’ the bail
Smokin’ on dope ’til my mind is dull
Nigga like me gon’ find a way
Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
Me and cash got some kind of marriage
I got too many diamond pendants
All this ice, I’m divin’ in it
Brand new truck, I’m ridin’ in it
Me and the gang I’m slidin’ in it
LV’s all on my denim
Wrist got big diamonds in ’em
Shades got them M’s on ’em
Pockets got them bands on ’em
.40 got a fan on it
Accounts, I put bands on it
Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
I get jiggy I get jiggy
Up this .223, I don’t trust you, y’all look iffy
I got a 100 in this choppa since it’s just 2, y’all get 50
Dream chasing like Meek Milly
Ridin’ with a 50 up yo city, let’s get it

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

[Verse 2]
Slick I’m tryna get 20 bathrooms
Need a beach house down in Cancun
I got a view of the stars and the moon
All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
Outside white, red seats in the coupe
Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
24’s on it, I can ride through the snow
Cops on my ass, now I’m ridin’ real slow
Got one cousin missin’, all he know is sell dope
He don’t even care about the tourin’ and the shows
He don’t even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove

[Hook]
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that mothafucka with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin’ out my pants ’cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent ’cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG’d by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin’ like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I’ma do it lowkey
Pullin’ out big bucks ’cause I’m So Tree

Chief Keef – Fix That (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I hit Saks, I spend racks
I spend stacks, I can get it back
Nigga, get back, I go click clack
Leave the pussy wet, don’t get bitch smacked
Ride down on ya, in the tic tac
And this designer on me, it’s fuckin’ mismatched
Grab a big mac, break your Kit Kat
All these tools on me, and I can fix that

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
When I was up in rehab, I was smokin’ tooka dope
Aye boy what you smokin’ on? It’s probably some fookah dope
Buy a Gucci throw it on, 5000 for it, how you ain’t know?
Walk up in the Louis store, they know I got them big bankrolls
I am sippin’ purple drank, no girl, this is not yellow
No I do not know that hoe, she in Miami, I know
Now I’m somewhere in west coast, smokin’ on the best dope
Fat ass clipper in my chop, if you want a trim, let’s go
Ooh, I’m acting a fool, hoes say I’m rude
And some say I’m cute, and make me food
I’m up at Barney’s, don’t want no Louis
I want Balmain’s, I don’t want no shoes
So smooth, won’t catch me snooze
Ooh, my watch a fool
It’s fucked, them niggas bools
Is it false, and or is it true?

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Y’all know how we bummin’ man
Fresh off of tourin’ man, back off of tourin’ man
Back at it 24-H 365 man
Walk up in Barney’s, can’t even decide, man
Balmain’s, no red bottoms
You hear me? Big bands, finesse y’all
You see us doin’ this shit nigga, ’cause we still doin’ this shit
Nigga, so was doin’ this shit ’cause we been doin’ this shit
Nigga, y’all know how the fuck we comin’, nigga
R.I.P. Blood nigga, R.I.P. Cap nigga
Sneak diss, catch a slug, nigga

[Verse 3: Chief Keef]
Put a nigga on a stretcher
Who is that though? Youngest flexer
Y’all got questions, I can’t answer
I’m a rich nigga, no time for dandruff
Dodgin’ Aiki, smokin’ dopey
She has the best head, she gets a trophy
Nigga, I’m 2-4, you do not know me
You are a peon, that’s what she told me

Chief Keef – Empty (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 1]
When a real nigga talkin’, please don’t speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead ‘mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, I’m sippin’ right now, don’t even touch me
No, I’m not sippin’ slow
Just pass me the ball
I’ma pick and roll
I get that give and go
I’m out there gettin’ dough
Sosa what’s your goals? I don’t really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
I’m surrounded by a bunch of new shit

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 2]
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin’ up, I’ma bust, nigga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga
He know he’s a throw-away and he don’t give a fuck, nigga
Don’t let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga
All these waves, I feel like I’m Puff, nigga
At the top it’s just us, nigga
If you ain’t with us, we don’t really fuck with you
I’m countin’ cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, I’m in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, don’t think I’m stayin’ sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

Chief Keef – Reefah (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money, these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ ’cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock, niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

[Verse 1]
I’ma bring the guap and I’ma bring the hoes too
And I got my shooter, you can get your ass barbecued
Jump this motherfuck how deep, nigga how are you?
Ride on yo block lookin’ for you, nigga where are you?
You was lookin’ suspect, I ain’t want to harm you
Goin’ real fast, I can show you what the turn do
Yes I was wit’ yo bitch nigga, that don’t concern you
Steam out that choppa, gon’ fuck around and iron you
Came out the streets ,made it further than the block go
All my vatos countin’ guap, eatin’ nachos
Acting like you ride nigga ’til you hit a pothole
Fresh ass nigga I be flexing on ’em macho
K let off and it’s soundin’ like a congo
Go in my hood and it’s soundin’ like a jungle
Ain’t been back yet, I’m still runnin’ from the popo
This .45 got more kick than the .44

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money, these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ ’cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock, niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

[Verse 2]
I’m sippin’ on water cooler like Kool-Aid
I love money like Jay love D’Ussé
Countin’ big bands like hip hip hooray
Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray
Come get your fix, fuck around, be too late
Drank that you’re sippin’ fuck around, be bool aid
Chains on me look just like ice age
I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid
Keep sneak dissin’ boy, you don’t wanna fight me
Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y
When we let shots off, she was soundin’ feisty
Plottin’ on shit, she was soundin’ real heisty
Lazy ass nigga always worried ’bout what niggas do
When I up the heat, nigga duck ’cause I’m finna shoot
Fuck around and hurt nigga, have the shells endin’ you
If you get money, hit the lot ‘tell ’em Bentley you

[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money, these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ ’cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock, niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett, I would be fuckin’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah

Chief Keef – Falling On The Floor (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor

[Verse 1]
Slam dunk, layup, pull up, three point, what up
Boy, you’re such a woulda coulda shoulda
Pull up on you in a what the uh uh
Rollin’ up a egg roll, do you want some?
Run down on you, time to make you fumble
Let off ten shots and I made you stumble
Got that Ric Flair, do you want to rumble?
I am Tarzan made it outta jungle
Now I’m feet up countin’ stupid paychecks
If you got a problem, nigga, say that
Sharper than an axe, cleaner than AJAX
Be worried about how many shots this K got

[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor

[Verse 2]
Hey bitch, what’s your name?
Hit the party, yeah, the gang’s here
We finna leave, these niggas lame here
I’m finna hop up in a reindeer
I’m finna pick up all the slut hoes
I don’t really wanna fuck though
I kill you with my own hands
Fo’nem who want me to bust though
Bitch, I’m still with that street shit
Clip longer than a fuckin’ selfie stick
Be in your grass, yeah, I’m still on that creep shit
I’ll hop out in your hood and take a pee bitch
Let’s get it, catch up

[Hook]
Pop tags, fuck hoes, rock shows
Dodgin’ hoes and I’m dodgin’ narcos
I’m in your city and I’ve got my pole
It’s a 50 bitch, call 5-0
Pint of the drink, got me movin’ slow
All this fuckin’ dope, all this fuckin’ smoke
I think that I’m Kobe how I’m ballin’ on a hoe
Hit the court, bitches fallin’ on the floor

Chief Keef – Short (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I’m lookin’ for the dope man, tell him pull up on me
Ridin’ in that Ferrari, actin’ fuckin’ dorky
Big ass banana clip, actin’ fuckin’ monkey
The hollows in this .45 are chunky
Black chopper on me but the beam on it so red
Sell a hammer to a shark and some dope to a coke head
You were runnin’ around these streets, nigga, you were so scared
I got all my ice on, Kool-Aid, man, oh yeah
So wavy I can float boats, gettin’ off of dope smokes
You fake ass niggas, I can’t take this shit no more
I’m down like some Low Pros, cookin’ like it’s four stoves
Floyd Mayweather, chopper givin’ niggas low blow

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Residue up in my nail, weigh that weight up by the scale
Send those packs out through the mail
Send them bags off through the mail
High as hell, so poured a 12, prayin’ I don’t go to jail
When them bitches fuckin’ land, I’ma cop a fucking Lam’
When I’m done with the grams, I might cop a AMG
That’s all money goin’, bitch, I got a tre on me
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least
And we get ’em by the pint, I’ma pour a 8 at least

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I always wanted to be a rich nigga
Thug in me still travel with a stick, nigga
Bolts of the dope, get you fixed, nigga
Pull up in that Jet Li and make it kick niggas
Your bitch in love with a boss
I’m interceptin’ her, Randy Moss
Real niggas don’t pillow talk
Snitch niggas lifes on chalk

Chief Keef – Knock It Off (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 1]
Dont approch me if it ain’t ’bout money
Boy you know how I’m comin’
No. I cannot pull up
She say I’m actin’ funny
Hop out, get bags of money
Rock out like Led Zep-pelin
Thot like, "What? You won’t do nothin’"
She let me fuck this mornin’
Went and picked up a bag
These niggas is stealin’ swag
I cannot fuck with you
If you don’t fuck with gang
Roll up and blow your brain
Roll up, it’s to the brain
Your life spent on my chain
She unbutton these Balmains
It’s 30 [?], them guys with me
We ’bout it, no Master P
Smokin’ this celery
Countin’ a salary
You did not ride with me
‘Cause you were doubtin’ me
You could’ve had your name on a Big Falcon tee

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 2]
You know I got them thousands
And they in my trousers
I’ll buy a bag of weed
With your allowance
Buy some kicks, it’s gon’ round me
To the nearest thousands
Too much damn dino juice
I’m feelin’ lousy
You like to copy
I have the hobbies
Don’t make me sign Turbo
On your autopsy
You’re with your possé
We got a shotty
I am with ISIS
You cannot stop me
With gang, I blow dope with them
We be like on folks and them
Sippin’ all this lean, baby
Can you tell me somethin’
Am I slurrin’?
Am I slurrin’?
Bitches say I look better in person

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a 30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

[Verse 3]
I’m ridin’ with my soldiers
Fast roller coaster
If you don’t understand me
Blah, go the toaster
I’m hard on my motor
I am not a loafer
You don’t want no cancer
I keep the toaster
You know I got the piece
And a pound of weed
This weed ain’t got no seeds
Your bed ain’t got no freak
I just po’d up four threes
You’re runnin’ out of lean
I just wanna be on Forbes
I’m runnin’ out of dreams

[Pre-Hook]
I’m swervin’, I’m not suburban
We ain’t worried, yeah, we searchin’
Don’t get nervous, eat this bird shit
We at it early, mac burnin’

[Hook]
I had a .30 in my Hollister
Now I go with Gucci and I cop it all
Get out the way if you’re not involved
Do me a favor, knock it off
Bang, bang, bang

Chief Keef – Hit The Lotto Kash (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 1: Ka$h]
I’m in the Range, eatin’ snacks
I’m in the back, like Barack
Like Mrs. Michelle, I ring bells
These the new Jordan’s, can’t you tell?
Class in session, grab a chair
You made me flex, how do you dare
I’m with my girls, at a fair
Hit a duck, and won a bear
I need you to add this up, grab a calculator
Put her at the whip, Barbie bae, but I got more flavor
Get fly before you’re higher, super sharp like a taper
She don’t like me, I don’t blame her

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I’m Mr. Otto, I’m goin’ Pablo
I hits the models, I gets the bottles
I’m goin’ psycho, nothing’s recycled
Look how my ice glow, charged like a rhino
Well other than bool, I’m super cool
You can’t stand me, get you a stool
We back to back in foreign’s, no more rules
You gotta make investments and stop buyin’ shoes
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

[Hook: Ka$h]
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I get stacks, pockets fat
I’m Penny Proud, Kyla Pratt
Tic for tat, we back to back
I’m gettin’ chauffered around, and I’m relaxed (duh)
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto
I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto, I hit the lotto

Chief Keef – Check (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Intro]
(Turbo)
Sosa Baby
Bitch, bitch, bitch
O Block
300

[Hook]
Nigga, go and get that check
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Just be all about the
Check, check, check, check, check, check
I’m in the mall runnin’ through a
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Sneak diss, you can get your ass
Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked
All I wanted was a check

[Verse 1]
All I wanted was a check
What you give is what you get
Make mistakes with no regrets
Take a bag and call me that
Take a pill and call me flat
She like, "You ain’t call me back"
Look at how I float the Wraith
I got astronomic swag
Call me Mr. Poppin’ Tags
Caught your bitch poppin’ ass
In the mall, droppin’ cash
Heavy like a body bag
Call my Kay Kay line and she got the tsunami swag
I just left Wells Fargo depositing a lot of cash
All I want, is a check
Swear to God, on the set
Whip whip, make it stretch
I’ma come back and flex
I’m ridin’ with the fuckin’ toolie, bang bang you fuckin’ mooly
My life is fuckin’ Gucci and I get fuckin’ coochie

[Hook]
Nigga, go and get that check
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Just be all about the
Check, check, check, check, check, check
I’m in the mall runnin’ through a
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Sneak diss, you can get your ass
Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked
All I wanted was a check

[Verse 2]
War ain’t what you want
We can get it on
I still tote a gun
To shoot on the first one
She say she like my Louis
Big chicken and blue cheese
I’m in that zoom like Boosie
Salute me or shoot me

[Hook]
Nigga, go and get that check
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Just be all about the
Check, check, check, check, check, check
I’m in the mall runnin’ through a
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Sneak diss, you can get your ass
Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked
All I wanted was a check

[Verse 3]
I’m on an ATV in my backyard
Came a long way from the Chiraq yard
Slide down a nigga, pull his mac card
Then I hit Gucci with a black card
Everybody be on that gang shit
I didn’t even know we was that large
I didn’t even know I went that dumb
Foreigns in the shit that crash cars
You know I’m smokin’ on dope
You can get hung with a rope
Hundred bands in my pocket
I throw twenty of it on the floor
Got blue cheese in the strip club
I throw twenty of ’em on a hoe
I’m in that bitch doin’ the most
And I got Bonecrusher with me, let’s go
O Block, Sosa Baby

[Hook]
Nigga, go and get that check
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Just be all about the
Check, check, check, check, check, check
I’m in the mall runnin’ through a
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Sneak diss, you can get your ass
Checked, checked, checked, checked, checked, checked
All I wanted was a check

Chief Keef – Dope Smokes (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
Look how my ice hittin’ off of my wife beater
Hop out on you stuntin’ in a white creature
Sixteen ounces in the two liter
M16 in the two seater
In Barney’s gettin’ designer by the boat load
Don’t stress over me baby girl, smoke dope
And the only thing I’m dodgin’ is popo’s
And I’m in love with the dope smokes

[Verse 1]
I love runnin’ through the bands
You ain’t Glo, then we givin’ niggas tans
You want the flow, I can give a nigga a hand
How these shells fly, I’m givin’ niggas fans
Up in Hermes, hand the clerk big bands
Big choppa on me ’cause I got big hands
Big racks on me like I’m wearin’ big pants
If my car go vroom, then my shit madd
I ain’t Jesus, you won’t fuck around with my feast
And your beauty queen fuckin’ around with a beast
Automatic on me, fuck around we’ll squeeze
110, 55, do that shit with ease

[Hook]
Look how my ice hittin’ off of my wife beater
Hop out on you stuntin’ in a white creature
Sixteen ounces in the two liter
M16 in the two seater
In Barney’s gettin’ designer by the boat load
Don’t stress over me baby girl, smoke dope
And the only thing I’m dodgin’ is popo’s
And I’m in love with the dope smokes

[Verse 2]
Throwin’ money from the top, it’s fallin’ on the floor
I’m gon’ send some shots, that’s all a nigga know
And how many I squeeze, it’s off how far a nigga go
Runnin’ through these pounds to show how much a nigga smoke
I ain’t even got to say it, you know where a nigga from
You can have a .30 on you, we takin’ niggas guns
When I was up in school, I was takin’ niggas lunch
And this ice on me dedicated to a gun
They say I do the most
I be like on folks
Now let’s have a fuckin’ toast
‘Cause I made it through the smoke

[Hook]
Look how my ice hittin’ off of my wife beater
Hop out on you stuntin’ in a white creature
Sixteen ounces in the two liter
M16 in the two seater
In Barney’s gettin’ designer by the boat load
Don’t stress over me baby girl, smoke dope
And the only thing I’m dodgin’ is popo’s
And I’m in love with the dope smokes

Chief Keef – Control (feat. Tadoe) (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, high as I can be
I got racks on me
And the Mac on me
I got X on me, nigga
And the packs on me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
There’s somethin’ wrong with me, nigga
And I’m screamin’ fuck the law
Can’t control me, nigga

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
You can’t control me, nigga
Can’t fuckin’ fold me, nigga
I’m a [?], nigga
This bitch nosey, nigga
She like, "Sosa follow me, nigga"
I’m like, "Nigga, profit me, nigga"
I got tons of broccoli, nigga
I done hit the lottery, nigga
Please don’t bother me
I’m off lean margarita
With a bad mamcita
And a bag off the meters
But I’m spazzin’ on people
Splashin’ on people
Swaggin’ on people
In a two seater
I’m gettin’ it by the large
These niggas crackin’ cards
In the double R
I’m peelin’ off dodges
Community service, remember pickin’ up garbage
This time around, I be goin’ my hardest

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, high as I can be
I got racks on me
And the Mac on me
I got X on me, nigga
And the packs on me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
There’s somethin’ wrong with me, nigga
And I’m screamin’ fuck the law
Can’t control me, nigga

[Verse 2: Tadoe]
Hit the mall, straight cash bitch we cash all the spots
Hit the mall with that bag, your little hoe jaws dropped
Bitch, we fucked all the thots, bitches fuck our opps
Thirty bopper, 44. Mag, we gon’ to send our shots
We gon’ to hit all blocks, you like come ride with me
Hit the mall, spend that bag she like, "Get fly with me"
I’m like, "More broccoli," just keep on top o’ me
I got more guap on me, what’s your philosophy?

[Hook: Chief Keef]
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, I’m high as I can be
I’m high as I can be, high as I can be
I got racks on me
And the Mac on me
I got X on me, nigga
And the packs on me, nigga
You don’t know me, nigga
There’s somethin’ wrong with me, nigga
And I’m screamin’ fuck the law
Can’t control me, nigga

Chief Keef – Trying Not To Swear (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ the mula, to hit my jeweler
You a unlicensed mover
You still can’t move us
Got all of my ice on
They say it’s too much
What’s under this Hermes?
It’s a slick the ruler
You gotta show us
You do not know us
Niggas is snitchin’
They paper showed us
Thew me in rehab
Well I’m still not sober
What is your goals?
You do not know
I’m sippin’ drank ’til it put me to sleep
Countin’ all this money, killed the thief in me
Ain’t shit changed, still got beef in me
I can fuck all of the women that were teachin’ me

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I’m a dog, they can’t tame me
The life that I live probably changed me
Up for ten days ’cause I can’t sleep
A whole bunch of real niggas trained me
Your own dogs will cross you man, it can’t be
The diamonds in my ear givin’ me brain freeze
We don’t count the same cash or smoke the same weed
Standin’ on this foreign, I bleed like Rick James bleed
I’m stuck in the cheese, it’s gettin’ real steep
The diamonds on my neck, remind me of my jeep
My waist is LV, double Gs on my jeans
Cream, get the money, dollar dollar cheese cheese

[Hook]
Man I miss standin’ on the block
Totin’ on the Glocks
Slidin’ on the opps
Screamin’ free the guys
In general pop
Bitch, I move fast
She gave me good top
Told that bitch stop
You want smoke, what’s up?
Get your ass scuffed
I’m countin’ green bucks
Boy, you smokin’ huff
Where is the bus?
I need to get some stuff
The life I’m livin’ rough
I’m tryin’ not to cuss