Daily Archives: July 23, 2017

Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
This a hunting season
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
I come to nice up the whole nation
And them su, su, su, su, su
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Don’t play by the king
Once upon a time in the projects
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Well, I tell ya something season
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"

What a bam bam
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Mek I tell you hunting season
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
I don’t give a God damn
Ooh wee, huh
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"

I pulled out the pot when we was outta options
And them su, su, su, su, su
Hear me now
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
Too much su, su, su, su, su
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Yow this a hunting season
What a bam bam
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
Voice of the one pon gully banking
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
I come to nice up the whole nation
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I don’t give a God damn
Spinners and dumpling season
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style

Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Them su, su, su, su, su
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled

Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV
Cake and dumpling season
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
Them su, su, su, su, su
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Love is all I and I bring you know
[Outro: Damian Marley]
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
And them su, su, su, su, su
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
Now greetings to the world

Louis Tomlinson – Back To You (feat. Bebe Rexha & Digital Farm Animals)

‘Cause I know I’m addicted to your drama
I don’t know how to make it stop
Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you (back to you)

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me

We’re on the ground, we’re screaming
But I keep on coming back to you (back to you)
That I forget about the pain
I tell myself I’m done with wicked games

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me
Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you

I love it, I hate it, and I can’t take it
You drag me down, you fuck me up
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & Louis Tomlinson]
I call you but you never even answer
You drag me down, you fuck me up
[Chorus: Louis Tomlinson]
Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you (back to you)
I love it, I hate it, and I can’t take it
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
You drag me down, you fuck me up
Like move on, get you out my mind
I thought I would own the way I felt, yeah
But I keep on coming back to you (back to you)
I know you say you know me, know me well
You got me cornered and my hands are tied
[Bridge: Louis Tomlinson & Bebe Rexha]
[Pre-Chorus 2: Louis Tomlinson & Bebe Rexha]

We’re on the ground, we’re screaming
We’re on the ground, we’re screaming
Oh, no, no, I just keep on coming back to you (back to you)
I love it, I hate it, and I can’t take it
I don’t know how to make it stop
But these days I don’t even know myself, no
I just keep on coming back to you
Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me
And I guess you’ll never know, no
You got me so addicted to the drama

I tell myself I’m done with wicked games
But then I get so numb with all the laughter
I always thought I’d be with someone else
But then I get so numb with all the laughter

But I keep on coming back to you
You can be the pill to ease the pain
[Pre-Chorus 1: Bebe Rexha]
[Verse 2: Louis Tomlinson]
And I guess you’ll never know
All the bullshit that you put me through
I don’t know how to make it stop
Yeah, so you can cut me up and kiss me harder

But don’t you think I haven’t even tried?
That I forget about the pain
[Chorus: Bebe Rexha]
I know my friends, they give me bad advice
Baby, here we go again

Sisqo – Thong Song (21st-Century Butts! Remake)

Duh dun duh
So you shakin that thang like who’s the ish
I like it when the beat goes
Baby I know you want to show
Baby I know you want to show
You like to dance on the hip hop spots
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
I think I’ll sing it again
With a look in yer eyes so devilish
That girl so scandalous
I like it when the beat goes
Baby make your booty go
I like it when the beat goes
Baby I know you want to show
Cause she was Livin La Vida Loca
Baby make your booty go
I like it when the beat goes
Not just urban you like the pop
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
She like to dance on the hip hop spots
That thong thong thong thong thong
Baby make your booty go
Baby move your butt, butt, butt, uh
That thong thong thong thong thong
C’mon
C’mon
Not just urban she like the pop
I like it when the beat goes
That thong thong thong thong thong
Duh dun duh
C’mon
Baby make your booty go
Baby I know you want to show
C’mon
Baby make your booty go
With a look in her eyes so devilish
All night long
Duh dun duh
That dress so scandalous
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh

That thong thong thong thong thong
Duh dun duh
And she cruise to the groove like connect the dots
Duh dun duh
When you shakin’ that thing like whose the ish
Let me see that thong
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby make your booty go
Baby I know you want to show
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong
That thong thong thong thong thong
Duh dun duh
‘Cause she had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
I like it when the beat goes
That thong thong thong thong thong
Uh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
All night long
And she shakin’ that thing like who’s the ish
With a look in your eyes do devilish
You like to dance on the hip hop spots
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
Cause she was ‘Livin La Vida Loca’
That thong thong thong thong thong
Duh dun duh
I swear another nigga couldn’t handle it
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Baby move your butt, butt, butt, uh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Let me see that thong

What guys talk about
This thing right here
I like it when the beat goes
You know, the finer things in life
Check it out
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
And you cruise to crews to connect the dots
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
And I know another nigga can’t handle it
That thong thong thong thong thong
Duh dun duh
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I think I’ll sing it again
Duh dun duh
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby make your booty go
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby make your booty go
That thong thong thong thong thong
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Ooh that dress so scandalous
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Then you cruise to the grooves to connect the dots
Duh dun duh
Thighs like what, what, what
Duh dun duh
A heh heh heh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
‘Cause she was ‘Livin’ La Vida Loca’
Baby I know you want to show
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby I know you want to show
Not just urban she like the pop
I like it when the beat goes
Baby I know you want to show
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Uh
I think I’ll sing it again
Baby make your booty go
I think I’ll sing it again
Baby I know you want to show
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
And you know another nigga can’t handle it
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
Duh dun duh
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
Baby I know you want to show
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong
Duh dun duh
Is lettin’ all the ladies know

YFN Lucci – Way Up

Tryna get there, when I get there, I’ma stay up
Yeah, I’m on my way up, yeah
Uh, uh, you know we way up
Pull up in the coupe with the doors up, nigga
[Chorus]
Uh, now a nigga way, way up like a motherfuckin’ blimp
Them niggas talkin’ mad, get my mans on the line
Tryna get there I’m on the way up
Uh, bank first place later, save now fuck later
Yeah, when you way up
On the way up, way up, yeah
Every day a nigga on his way up
On the way up, way up, yeah
Remember puttin’ change in my baby mama purse
Every day a nigga on his way up
I’m glad thangs changed and it ain’t get worse
Uh, uh, what nigga, what nigga?
Lil’ nigga, I’m a roadrunner
What they gon’ say when you way up?
Lost a couple bands on the way up
Yeah, I’m on my way up, yeah
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on the way up
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on my way up, yeah
Now a nigga way, way up like a motherfuckin’ blimp
I’m in that new thang, out ridin’ like a genie
Every day a nigga on his way up

Now I’m on my way up, can’t wait to wake up, yeah
What they gon’ say when you way up?
Uh, I’m a motherfuckin’ stoner
I ain’t gotta brag ’cause my numbers gon’ show for me
This a 450, this is not a Lamborghini
Had to change the plans on the way up
Lost a couple bands on the way up
We done fuckin’ blowed up, ayy, do it
Whole hunnit to my mama, gave her a whole hunnit
I done fucked your bitch with my homeboys, nigga
Get the pussy, boy, gon’ now fuck later
We done had to came up, blowed up, got a grip
Everybody gon’ hate when you way up
Now I’m on my way up, can’t wait to wake up, yeah
I remember when I came home vert
Niggas talkin’ blocks then we want in
Clearport, every time we flyin’
I done lost my man on the way up
Niggas talk shit but they quiet when they see me
Ain’t no peace, we gon’ creep with them semi’s
That judge put a nigga in that chair like a dentist
I done came far I’m on the way up
Them niggas takin’ swag, yeah, they stole from us
[Chorus]
Everybody gon’ hate when you way up
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on the way up
[Outro]
I don’t fuck with no fake friends
I done came far I’m on the way up
Niggas talk shit but they quiet when they see
Had to change the plans on the way up
Tryna cop another Benz before the summer hit
Had to change the plans on the way up
We done fuckin’ blowed up, ayy, now we way up like a blimp
Tryna get there I’m on the way up
Yeah and overall still I’m over y’all niggas
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on the way up
Bust down on me, 50 whole pointers
Uh, uh, you know we way up
On the way up, way up, yeah
[Chorus]

Lost a couple bands on the way up
Uh, uh, you know we way up
I done lost my man on the way up
Nigga talk shit but they quiet when they see me
Niggas know they ain’t us, yeah, ayy, uh
Uh, uh, I won’t stop until I win
Tryna get there, when I get there, I’ma stay up
That chopper got a full ass drummer kit
I done lost my man on the way up
Yeah, I’m on my way up, yeah
Tryna get there I’m on the way up
[Verse 1]
Them niggas tellin’ names but that ain’t gone work, yeah
My neck and wrist ear and my momma lit
Got these hoes sewed up like a overall, nigga
And they know that we gon’ eat, we want business
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on my way up, yeah
Everybody gon’ hate when you way up
Know we get ’em 10 times 10 at a time
Yeah, when you way up
Know that we gone beef ’bout a penny

That’s a whole hunnit
Yeah, when you way up, what they gon’ say when you way up?
You know when my mans mad then everybody dyin’

When we out of grass then the snow comin
Who you know on one leg still runnin’ shit?
Tryna get there, when I get there, I’ma stay up
You a shrimp, they don’t bring my name up
[Verse 2]
Now I’m on my way up, can’t wait to wake up, yeah
I done came far I’m on the way up
What nigga want war with us?
I ain’t at the top yet, I’m on my way up, yeah
Know if we don’t eat, we don’t sleep
Uh, uh what nigga want war with us?
Kick ’em off the block if he ain’t comin’ in
I’ma get the money now then fuck later, yeah

We done fuckin’ came up, blowed up

X Ambassadors – Ahead Of Myself

Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
[Verse 2]
But I guess I didn’t clean it all away
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe

Some shitty situation that I put you in
Guess I went ahead and jumped the gun again
I get ahead of myself
I get ahead of myself
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself

[Verse 1]
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
I thought I’d cleaned the slate
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe, yeah babe
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my
Thought I was ready, ready for someone else
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
I get ahead of myself
Know that I was first to say, "I love you, babe"
[Post-Chorus]
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
And I know we poured champagne
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
[Post-Chorus]
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
Moved my things to your apartment down on 2nd Street
Thought I was rock steady, that I didn’t need no help
[Chorus]
I get ahead of myself, yeah baby
[Chorus]
I get ahead of myself, yeah baby
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe

I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
I get ahead of myself, yeah babe, yeah babe

I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
[Post-Chorus]

I get ahead of myself, yeah babe
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my
Maybe we was just too quick to celebrate
[Chorus]
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of myself
[Chorus]
I get ahead of myself
But every time I get ahead of myself, every time I get ahead of my

Shania Twain – Poor Me (Lyric Video)

Still can’t believe he’d leave me
To love her
Pour me another
Why do I keep looking back?

I fell and broke my heart
Poor me that
Poor me this, poor me that
I just can’t shake it

Then everything would be the way it was
Another
It’s not white, it’s not black
Why do I keep looking back?
The secret in his eyes

He never told me how long
But so far down inside

Oh, poor me this, poor me that
Found it in his closet

Right behind the lies
[Pre-Chorus]
Pour me
[Hook 2]
No one turned the light on
[Chorus]
Still can’t believe he’d leave me
[Chorus]
My stupid pride

I wish he’d never met her

Pour me another
[Post-Chorus]
[Hook 1]

Poor me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Poor me this, poor me that
Poor me
Poor me that
[Outro]
Oh, but it never does

Poor me this
[Post-Chorus]

Poor me this, poor me that
Poor me this, poor me that
[Bridge]
It’s not white, it’s not black
I wish I never saw it
Poor me
Grey’s the color that I see

Still can’t believe that he’d leave me
Tried to face it
Poor me this, poor me that
I know it should get better
It’s not white, it’s not black
To love her
[Pre-Chorus]
[Verse 1]
Grey’s the color that I see
I’d been living in the dark
Grey’s the color that I see
Why do I keep looking back?
Poor me this

[Verse 2]
Poor me
To love her
Poor me, poor me

Run The Jewels – Panther Like A Panther (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

Meanwhile, you’re too nervous, pervis, that’s why you never get service
If the ‘matic is missing me automatic, it’s victory
I’m the shit
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
Now, I’m crop dustin’ fuckers, suck it up and you’ll love the shit
Welcome to fuckyoupalooza, we bruisin’ any who movin’
And keep sneakers cleaner than nunnery pussy evening of Easter
Promoters comp me the Moet, I’m the man and I know it
And I refuse to play humble as though my dick itty bitty
I’m crunching numbers and crack unbreakable safes while I’m at it
And me, I caught the preacher’s wife workin’ ‘fore Sunday service
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get
Give me a ten, and I’ll double, I’ll split your face like some aces
Told the preacher I love her, he said that God was her lover
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

New York, New York is the mothership where I used to smoke dust and shit
I’ll kneel to her, best believe make a meal of her…
You see, he workin’ the angles so he ain’t never an angel
I’m the shit bitch
When you around where I’m at just know that it is not where you at
[Verse 1: El-P]
Sat with potential presidents and said the p should be legal as reparations
I’m the shit bitch
When he was your house at Morehouse, slangin’ pounds of the reefer
I’m the shit
I’m the shit
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit
[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I baptized her in Jesus name, left her shakin’ and squirtin’
You see he groove with the people, move with the mind of a genius

Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
I’m the shit bitch
(Yes, yes, brilliant)

I’m the shit
I’m not on your map, I’m a mystery to you captains of industry
I’m the shit bitch
Looking at the money like it’s mine to get

I put my hand up her skirt and then we prayed for a purpose

Hey!
I hold the door for old ladies, run into fires and save babies
In every town, make a rumble, the venue ground into rubble
I’m a pervert, a poet, I ain’t a saint, and I know it
I said if he really loves her then he would love that we’re lovers

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Everybody live throw the pistol and fist
We the grimy and gritty, made it the Grammy committees

For what this nation has done to my people
Got told that we spit it too vicious and would never see victory
Who thought the son of Denise would be the leader of people?
[Intro: El-P]
I went to school in the eighties, taking the train with the crazies
I’m the shit, Bitch, tell me, how could I not show it?
*Snapping*
To get revenge on the kingdoms that killed the dreams of the dreamers
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
I got banana dick, your bitch go apeshit if she hit it
Run the Jewels’ll arrive at arenas, bunch of blood thirsty hyenas

I’m the shit bitch
I’m the shit
I’m doing more than just rapping you have to grant me that dap
They wanna get you to hang him, well give them fuckers a finger
I got a fragrance I’m wearing called, "I will shit on you basics."

[Verse 3: El-P]
See, I’m a pervert with purpose that make you question your purpose
Who wanna stan’ for these douches, you raise a hand and you lose it
Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist
The money wants me to have it, I have a hunger for data
Ooh, I shocked the Sunday school and did that shit there on purpose
I’ll leave my prints on her keister, I suck the clit and release it if it will please her
[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
Thank you
Drank alcohol for the demons, sip lean with all of the schemers
I’ll flood the speakers with heat seekers
I’m taking all of your ducats ’cause I can call when you’re bluffing
I’m the shit

We looking at the money like it’s ours to get
Been a crook and cooked the books but never shorted no whores
No more games, I’m above the shit, butter me up for nothing
[Hook: Trina w/ El-P & Killer Mike]
I’m the shit bitch
I walk around in a bubble, a fucking scoundrel in trouble

Run The Jewels – Down (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

R-T-J..!
[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]

So I stay holy and high (high)
And he be smoking that pressure (pressure)
RTJ
R-T-J..!
I’m high, man, I’m a cosmonaut
Better stop, drop when the squad’s hot, we don’t stop a lot
I coulda died, y’all
R-T-J..!
With a burst heart from an old soul
I know a few people pray for my demise, y’all

I coulda died, y’all
That boy be spitting that pressure (pressure)
Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do
When the dough dried and the pride died
Aye, gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double
[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Scream, "Fuck ’em," ’til they lop our bloody noggins off
My my, y’all
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y’all
But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y’all
I hope (I hope)
May never get rich, but I never bitch
I’ma do right, get a new crew
Had a dumb max, had to shop right
That I never have to go back to the trap
My my, y’all
Ask why cause the Devil a lie (lie)

You’re gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you’re in trouble
So I, I only spit fire and dope
Next to a book and a gun
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y’all
I know a few people pray for my demise, y’all
I coulda died, y’all
A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y’all
So later on you can go quote
[Outro: El-P]
And my days of dealing with dope
But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y’all
See the cold floor where I licked dirt
[Hook: Killer Mike & Joi Gilliam]
And they say damn (damn, damn, damn)
Ballot or bullet, you better use one
But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y’all
Two time for the right to hold heaters (heaters)
Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus
Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews
A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y’all
R-T-J..!
Make a new life, never boo hoo
We don’t talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot
Sittin right next to, next to
Oh my, y’all
Just skip to the fifth if the cops in your house
And he smart as a professor, yes sir
Who am I, y’all
I know a couple people pray for my demise, y’all
But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y’all

25 lighters on dresser, pound of that pressure
I’m a full force and a cold fact

A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y’all
One time for the freedom of speeches (speeches)
I promise y’all
Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy
‘Cause I made it here by and by
Aye, you muckin’ with a G here, see, talk to me
[Verse 2: El-P]
Still in their wings’ll be them darlings, hope they’ve broken you
I hope with the highest of hopes
My lines to your people and folk

I coulda died, y’all
Pop the tape in, baby, we got shit we wrote for you (for you)
Never lose sight, I’m a voodoo
Yeah, they better hope that
Gimme two meals and the lights on

NAV & Metro Boomin – Perfect Timing

5 star hotels
Private jets is what I’m flying, yeah
Chart climbing, yeah

Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)

It’s perfect timing, yeah
Perfect timing, yeah
While she sucking on me
Double styrofoam cup (lean)
9AM I’m off the Addys, still up in the booth

Louis Goyard belt
Stars aligning, yeah
VLONE Vs, double Gs
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s perfect timing, yeah
See It, want it, then I buy it, yeah
These bitches so easy to please
Perfect timing, yeah
Stars aligning, yeah
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)
Your girlfriend listening to me
Walking through the snow, I’m wearing YSL boots
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)

It’s perfect timing, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Follow feelings in my gut
Mail a pint to myself
Me and Metro don’t need help
5 star hotels
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
Choppa turn your body into dust
I make you mad, I can tell
Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
Foreign car driving, yeah (skrt)
Mail a pint to myself
Perfect timing, yeah
She on the phone with you
[Chorus]
Won’t come to your wedding ’cause I don’t want to wear a suit
Buy everything on the rack (cash)
Chart climbing, yeah
Diamonds shining, yeah
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
Stars aligning, yeah
Off-white and Supreme

[Verse 1]
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
Me and Metro don’t need help
I make you mad, I can tell
Can’t tell what the time is, still know it’s perfect timing
[Pre-Chorus]
Lambo roar like a lion, yeah
Perfect timing, yeah
Molly, liquor, bush, weed
Feel your energy through your touch
Louis Goyard belt
[Chorus]
Watch full of diamonds, yeah (bling)
5 star hotels
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
All these bitches acting like sluts
Chart climbing, yeah
Watch your rap careers dying, yeah
Flew a pornstar to ATL
I make you mad, I can tell
Me and Metro don’t need help

These other brown boys corny

Big dog, you a pup
Since me and Metro made "Up"
Louis Goyard belt
Flew a pornstar to ATL
She don’t wanna listen to you
Bust down rollie, flood it with diamonds
Diamonds shining, yeah
You’re not the type I can trust
Mail a pint to myself
Perfect timing, yeah
[Intro: Future & Young Thug]
Flew a pornstar to ATL
Buy everything on the shelf (cash)
Perfect timing, yeah

Diamonds shining, yeah
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
They love me ’cause I’m the truth

Lykke Li – Unchained Melody

A long lonely time
To the open arms, wait for me
Are you still mine?
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea
My love, my darling
I’ve hungered for your touch
And time can do so much

And time goes by so slowly
Godspeed your love to me
To the waiting arms of the sea
Are you still mine?
I’ve hungered for your kiss
Lonely rivers cry, wait for me, wait for me
I need your love, I need your love
I need your love, I need your love
Oh, oh, my love, my darling

Godspeed your love to me

LOGIC – Take It Back

Practice what we preach before it go
Take it way, way back to the first white man
That door you trying to open, you could shut that
Peace on Earth what I try to be
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation, yeah
‘Cause how in the fuck is you gonna have
You ain’t never experienced that shit
Long ago before the white man
And he knew that he needed to get away from it
At the very moment when they looked around and said
Yes, I got to gift to gab fo sho
Could paint the black man with a gun in his hand
No, no Will I have to get the gat?
Grabbing the remote control and looking in the mirror
All he ever wanted was positivity
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, sexual orientation, yeah, yeah
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation
[Chorus]
He saw narcotics in the household
All these black babies with black men but you racist
But will have to get the gat, get the gat, get the, get the?
We just saw it from the outside, outside, outside, outside
[Outro]
‘Cause one or the other what it gotta be
Could paint the black man with a gun in his hand
Tell me why my momma gotta lie to me
And this boy went through hell
And fighting and stealing and, and all this
By his black brothers and sisters that were uneducated
Take it back, take it way back

This kid went through everything
That cannot see the bigger picture
A lover of all human beings
Everything you talk about, cut that
Take it way way back to the first black man
Oh no, no, we know, we weren’t there
"You ain’t black, you a mothafuckin’ white boy
Just stop killing each other
So I’m gonna tell you about that, right?
"Fuck it, I’ma steal this land"
Said you wouldn’t be shit!
And yes, I got to gift to gab fo sho
You ain’t gon’ be nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
He went through…
Take it way, way back to about 1990
There was crazy shit that happened to this kid
Unity for everyone that lied to me

Running around with guns and knives
He said peace, love, and positivity
Shady Grove Hospital in Rockville, Maryland
See, he always saw things from two sides
Take it way, way back to the first black man
Yes, I got the gift to gab fo sho
But spend four, five, six hours of that
Take it way, way back to the first)
By his white side that did not know
(Take it back, take it way back
And then he would then come home
Take it way, way back to the first black man)
Take it back, take it way back
And he persevered while the whole world said
We didn’t live with the narcotics and violence in your household
You can believe you’re superior, fine
Addicted to crack cocaine, alcohol, and various other drugs
But will have to get the gat, get the gat, get the, get the gat?
This child, okay, leaves home and gets two jobs to support himself
Identifying as black, looking as white
I just wanna spread the message of equality
Now imagine this child growing up
"Fuck it, I’ma steal this land"
7:36 a.m., where a biracial baby was born
The plantation deep down inside of me
But the, but the, but the world said no!
(Take it back, take it way back
And that’s why the message is always peace, love and positivity
Just chanting his name
Like bitch, that don’t make no sense, but it is what it is
Will I have to get the gat? No, no
All he ever wanted to do was entertain
You from Gaithersburg, Maryland, nothing happens there
For every man, woman, and child
Man, why you such a hype boy?"
At the very moment when they looked around and said
He knew that because he saw that
Take it back, take it way back
(Take it back, take it way back
Was spread a message of equality
Ya nigga, ya cracka, ya white boy, ya black mothafucka
Take it way, way back to the first)
Everybody fuck like sodomy
Violence, murderers, drug dealers, he was kidnapped
Long ago before the white man
[Chorus]
Working on music, persevering
Long ago before the white man
Take it back, take it way back
Two jobs that he works in the morning and the evenings
No-no!
You gotta understand, his mother was racist, which is crazy
Mothafucka, little mothafucka no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
And he said fuck that
And that man is here today, proud
You can believe it’s not right
Take it way way back to the first white man
"Why you always talk about being black?
That must fight and kill and murder each other
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first white man

The kids at school callin’ him a cracker
Take it back, take it way back
To a black father and a white mother
Take it way, way back to the first black)
Long ago before the white man
And pretending to see thousands and thousands and thousands of people
What they said?
As long as they’re not hurtin’ anybody
And he’s here to say:
"Fuck it, I’ma steal this land"
And let other people believe whatever they wanna believe
Take it back, take it way back
And he was stripped and he was torn down
Take it way way back to the first black man
And this young man persevered in spite
He said equality for all man
He always knew that the message
Life is moving fast, it need to slow down
Now I want you to also imagine
Being a part of the craziest shit
Could paint the black man with a gun in his hand
Grip the gat, yeah that’s how I’ma buck back
Father that wasn’t there
Shut ya mouth, do it right boy, a’ight boy?
Could paint the black man with a gun in his hand
Same as his mom
Being told what you can or can’t be
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation
Practice what we preach before it go down
We are not treated equally
Take it way)
All this young boy ever wanted was happiness
Take it way, way back to the first white man
Skin too white, nigga fuck that"
Outside, outside, outside, outside
You can believe they’re going to hell
To about eight or nine hours of sleep
And that did not know
You know, he grew up, her callin’ him a nigger
At the very moment when they looked around and said
[Verse 1]
Running around with the wrong people
And I’m gonna tell you about how
Everybody wanna tell me what I am, what I am not
“You just a white boy
There’s extremists on every side
"Fuck it, I’ma steal this land"
But he knew deep down in his heart that it wasn’t right
Even though we’re all born and created equal
Yes, I got to gift to gab fo sho

Take it way, way back to the first black man
And seeing the craziest shit
We didn’t live with you, we didn’t live in your Section 8 household
(Way, way back)
Nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothing
Take it back, take it way back
But once again, all he ever wanted to do
And since you white, you gotta have money, right?”
(Take it back, take it way back
Hoping that it would happen
Everybody was born equal
Come and see me when I am in yo’ town
Tell me what I am and what I know now
Masta deep down inside of me
He always saw things from two sides
At the very moment when they looked around and said
(Take it back, take it way back
These people that are ignorant
Because he didn’t know, he didn’t know!
And I, and he, he said fuck that, I’ma persevere
And you should just do your best to live life
Because he was stripped and torn down
People telling him that he did not live this life
Now I want you to also imagine, that at 17 years old
Take it back, take it way back
Of what people told him he was, wasn’t, and would never be
All this prejudice has got to go

Kevin Gates – No Love

Nigga grew some nuts and now he clutch
You not the only one who got a gun
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Know it’s cold when you on your own, wonder how you live with it
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Do not give a fuck where niggas from
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
I won’t tell nobody, I’ma keep it silent
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Got exposed now you on your own, don’t know how to deal with it
I could suicide diving out the plane
Fell out of love
Sold your soul, that’s how it goes nigga, I’ma die a real nigga
I survived bitch, I know how to dive
I will not reside ridin’ for no lame
Niggas want a feature, they gon’ holler Gates
Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Fell out of love

[Chorus]
Fell out of love
At big booty bitches throwin’ ones
[Chorus]
You and Dreka ought to have a threesome for me
[?] just got a DM from me
I can get you from here or behind the bars
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
[Verse]
Everything I gave, never gave away
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large

Fell out of love
I know how to die, when there’s homicide

[Pre-Chorus]
I can get you from here or behind the bars
Break down Swishers with my thumb
Why you hoes blowin’ up my phone want to talk to real niggas?
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part
Niggas want some fame, stand on side of Gates
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part
Fell out of love

Jugged up, nigga gotta cut
[Bridge]
Fell out of love

I can see the snakes, nigga you too late
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
Back against the wall while in the clutch
Niggas want protection, they gon’ say my name
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

Dickin’ down your partner, never spoke about it
Fell out of love
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
What a hell of a feelin’, I’m livin’ large
When it’s time for action why you stuck?
I can feel the hate, they gon’ never say
I’m a hell of a nigga, I’m still in charge

I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Love me a bitch who gon’ play her part

Fell out of love
I ain’t got no love for you niggas
Did it out my heart, have a lovely day
[Pre-Chorus]
Money any way, fuck who in the way
I ain’t got no love for you niggas

JP Cooper – She’s On My Mind (Lyric Video)

She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
I can’t sleep at night
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
Every night
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
[Bridge]
[Interlude]
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind

[Intro]
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
I can’t sleep at night
I can’t sleep at night
My friends say that she’s a keeper
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
‘Cause she ain’t by my side

I can’t sleep at night
The one we knew

She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
I’ve been drinking but the truth won’t drown
[Chorus]

[Chorus]
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
Didn’t know how much I need her
‘Til I was on my own
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind

She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
I can’t sleep at night
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
Miss you on my shoulder
Bad medicine won’t go down, down, down
But I let her go
Always messing around
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
Ain’t nobody like you
[Outro]
Now, the nights are colder
Miss you there on my cheek
If I could dream I’d hold you

On your mind
No, the truth won’t drown
I can’t sleep at night

I can’t sleep at night

She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
[Chorus]
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind

And I’ve never had a love like
I can’t sleep at night
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
Tell me why I had to play the clown
I’ve seen a lot of pretty faces
Ooh, the cover’s over
Ooh, the cover’s over
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
[Interlude]
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
Every night
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
Can’t stop thinking, am I even

Miss you there on my cheek
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
Can’t stop thinking how I let you down, down, down
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind
Miss you on my shoulder
I can’t sleep at night
I can’t sleep at night
‘Cause she ain’t by my side
She’s on my mind, she’s on my mind

Foster The People – Static Space Lover

Well don’t float too far
Hold on, hold on we’ll get by as static space lovers
Hold on, hold on we’ll get by as static space lovers

But my man didn’t know when to come around
[Chorus 1: Both]

One morning I did try

How long, how long will we try to make it together?
[Pre-Chorus: Mark Foster]
[Chorus 1: Mark Foster and Jena Malone]
And we’ll be fine circling each other

You glisten back
[?]
Your static lips, leave me wanting more

[Interlude]
[Verse 2: Mark Foster]
I’ll try
It’s too long, too long, we could die, just hanging here forever
It’s too long, it’s too long, we could die, just hanging here forever
Hold on, hold on and we’ll get by as static space lovers
[Verse 1: Mark Foster and Jena Malone]
‘Cause I can’t hold on forever

A circuit lightning
And we’ll never have to say goodbye
And we’ll be fine circling each other
To call him by his name
Reach out my love
[Chorus 2: Both]
And we’ll be fine circling each other
We’re placing bets, saying "praise the Lord"
It started shifts, started shift of love
‘Cause I won’t live without your constellation
It’s too long, it’s too long, we could die, just hanging here forever
How long, how long will we try to make it together?

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony – Bottle Service

Rise way higher than most
Step in the party, I’m tryna get me some liquor in me
Rise way higher than most
We tryna stay high, rise way higher than most
Another level, crank the radio percenitiles
Cause I’m gon’ pop this bottle
[Krayzie Bone]
[Bizzy Bone]
I’m elevating, for levitation
And never underestimate me cause I got it in me

Slide your bitches to the side in my flyway
You keep thankin’ what you thank
I get to crew up, they stronger than a do not sign
It’s medicated so it’s legal
Bone Thug
I know how high I can go
I usually get it started after sundown
(X4)
(X4)
We just tryna fly through the sky, come lets float
Fried on friday, high on the god damn highway
Music I bet that woo their mind
You don’t wanna see me shine
You keep drankin’ what you drank

Now get your mula, It’s on mine is to not find
[Chorus]
We just tryna fly through the sky, come lets flow
Eyes on my day
(X2)
We tryna stay high, rise way higher than most
We tryna stay high, rise way higher than most
I got a little bit of weed though
Like heavy metalist
And let me live the life at least one time
So I can still get high
[Chorus]
I got money in the bank

I’ve been takin’ over imitation in my, in my mind

Forget about my problems ’til the sunrise
[Chorus]

It’s contagious, the way people who wah down
So I put them on the plane next to my cookies and partied at another show
I’m like how I high can flow
(X2)
My mind my way

We just tryna fly through the sky, come lets float
Rise way higher than most

The wage is when you drop down

(X2)
These are the signs of times
It’s The Life
So we can creep, sneak out back
Roll up, blow that sack, sack of fire, fire
Pass the dutchie on the left hand, general
I need me edibles

I got the feeling that I’m finna go over my limit
(X4)