Daily Archives: October 30, 2017

Hailee Steinfeld & Alesso – Let Me Go (Personal Collection) (feat. Florida Georgia Line & Watt)

I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
We know this thing wasn’t built to last
Picket white fence, but we paint it black
[Verse 2: Florida Georgia Line]
Someone will love you, let me go
Chased the high too far, too fast
You made plans and I, I made problems
We were sleeping back to back
Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made
But you’re holding on to what you never had
Ooh, and I wished you had hurt me harder than I hurt you

[Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
Someone will love you, let me go
Ooh, and I wish you would have waited for me but you always do
Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made
I can leave it in the past
Someone will love you, let me go

[Pre-Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]

Somebody’s taking care of all of the mess I’ve made
It’s good on paper, picture perfect
Ooh, and I wished you had hurt me harder than I hurt you
Someone will love you, let me go
I’ve been hoping
[Verse 1: Hailee Steinfeld]

I’ve been hoping

I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
I’ve been hoping somebody loves you in the ways I couldn’t
I’ve been hoping
[Outro: Hailee Steinfeld]
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
I’ve been hoping
I’ve been hoping
[Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
Someone will love you, let me go
Someone you don’t have to change
Someone you don’t have to change

Ooh, and I wish you wouldn’t wait for me but you always do
Chased the high too far, too fast
Someone will love you, let me go
Someone will love you, let me go
Someone you don’t have to change
It’s been some time, but this time ain’t even
[Pre-Chorus: Hailee Steinfeld]
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
Picket white fence, but we paint it black
Someone will love you, let me go (go, go, go)
Good on paper, picture perfect

SZA – Supermodel

But I need you, but I need you, but I need you
That if, if I lost control

And no, I’m not keeping your shit
Even a new hoe too
I don’t see myself
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
I’m really leaving
Leave me lonely for prettier women
It can’t be that easy for you to get like that
Why I can’t stay alone just by myself?
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
The, the dick was too good
I don’t want nothing else to do with it
I would be… fatal
You know I need too much attention for shit like that

For temporary love
You know I need too much attention for shit like that
But I need you, but I need you, but I need you
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
Bet they fuckin’ for real
Wish I was comfortable just with myself
I been secretly banging your homeboy
Leave me lonely for prettier women
All they could say, we like brother and sister
[Verse 2]
You know you wrong for shit like that
Maybe she can come lick you after we’re done
Ooh, just get a load of them, they got chemistry
You know you wrong for shit like that
Got some new hobbies
[Intro]
And they was right
That is my greatest fear
Why am I so easy to forget like that?
Let me tell you a secret
I’m writing this letter to let you know
What’s done is done
Why you in Vegas all up on Valentine’s Day?
Or did not have control, things would just, you know
Why I can’t stay alone just by myself?
If you see it in me, see it in me, see it in me
I don’t see myself
You was a temporary lover
Look so good together
[Chorus]
Ooh yes I did
I could be your supermodel if you believe
Oh no she didn’t
Heard you got some new homies
I could be your supermodel if you believe
I’ll do it again
Oh no she didn’t

Maybe she can come help you
It made me feel good
That’s why I stayed with ya

Clean Bandit – I Miss You (feat. Julia Michaels) (Lyric Video)

I can’t believe it

Or was
I miss you, yeah I miss you
And tell them that we ended
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
So that way I can’t forget your skin
I can’t believe it
Wishin’ that I was your bottle
I get scared when you’re not

Just to remind myself
So I saved all the texts
I miss you, yeah I miss you
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
And I just keep lying to myself
Of how good it is
And I just keep lying to myself
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
You weren’t a fan of pictures
Though I’m tryin’ not to right now

Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
‘Cause I’m scared you’re with somebody else
Got them saved in my mind from the bedroom
Did you not wanna tell them it’s the end
I get scared when you’re not

Though I’m tryin’ not to right now
I miss you, yeah I miss you
All of the best over the years
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I miss you, yeah I miss you
So I saved all the texts
Of how good it is
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Just to remind myself
Minus the tears

I can’t help it, I just
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
I know you didn’t call your parents
Of how good it is
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
Or was
I guess that it is gone
But I’m getting ahead of myself
I guess that it is gone

All of the best over the years
Hanging with your brother
I miss you, yeah I miss you, oh I do
I miss you, yeah I miss you
Yeah, I saved all the texts off of my ex
I can’t help it, I just
I know you’re out in Cabo
And I know we’re not supposed to talk
So I hardly ever took ’em
So I could be close to your lips again

Just to remind myself
‘Cause you know that they’d be offended

Ace Hood – To Whom It May Concern / Came With The Posse

You just be my angel till we meet again
I’m feeling the ether, I’m feeling Aretha

Something just gotta give, don’t listen, you gotta feel
Just tryna keep my spirits from that deep depression
All this energy inside I got to give
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
I put my pride down and pick that Bible up
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
I had to live my life, I had to learn my lessons
Trust The Process
[Verse 2]
God, nigga
Put that on my mama, put that on my kids
I’m back again
Kept focus on the goals, mind, body and the soul
Come with normal features, I’m that different kind of a creature
No more We The Best, but Khaled still my man
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?
Nothing without God, nothing without my fans
Living on the edge plotting on the plans
R.I.P. Fo’ Fifth, I tat that on my skin

At some point, we gotta talk about it
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Feel my love, feel my pain when I’m inside the booth
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
[Chorus]
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
Walking out on the label I put aside all the fears
Queen, she know I love her till it life or death
Here’s a letter to you
I had to keep that smile but deep inside I’m stressing
Passion, I can’t control it, hating, I can’t condone it
New me, it’s a new day, that’s another story untold
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?

[Chorus]
Time to get my blessings, time to get my blessings
Don’t know how I feel right now
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
I could cry tears right now
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Feeling so immortal I must rise again
[Verse 1]
On God
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
No, I ain’t the same person that was introduced
[Intro]
If I give you all of me, would I get all of you?
Here’s a letter to you

Looking in the mirror tryna find myself
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
Appreciate you for coming
Sorry for my absence, hope y’all understand
I’ma show all you niggas I do this shit here for real
Thank you for being here with me today
Critics want the beef but I’m not feeding them
Part of me had to die so one part of me gets to live
It’s time to tighten up
I’m back again
Jesus on that cross, I had to rise again
I can hear you nod like "just keep going in"
I’m a fucking soldier, all my trials done made me stronger
[Chorus]
Back and I’m better than y’all, ready whenever the call
Give my heart and soul for you when I’m inside the booth
I gotta watch for the leechers, false prophets and the evil preachers
Thank the Lord ’cause I don’t look like what I been through
They expecting me to fold, friends turn into ya’ foes

My loyalty don’t stop if we don’t speak again
I keep it realer than people ain’t no lies comin’ out of the speakers
[Interlude]
If I told you I’m anointed, could you see the proof?
All that meditation that I did, all that beasting in the gym

Would you switch or change on me if you knew the truth?

PRETTYMUCH – Open Arms

I just wanna touch
I’ll be waiting by my phone

[Outro]
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon & All]
[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]

When you’re ready, ready, ready
Here with open arms (oh)
[Bridge: All, Brandon & Nick]
I see you’ve been trying to make
So when you’re ready you know where to find me
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Something out of nothing
[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
So when you’re ready, you know where to find me

Got that key to your heart
When you’re ready, ready, ready
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Here with open arms
When you’re ready, ready, ready
And now I need you on me
Now you got me cuffed (cuffed, cuffed)
(You know where to find me)
For that ringtone

Here with open arms
Got that key to your heart
Caught me slippin’ up
I just wanna touch
Here with open arms (oh)
[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
The fact that you’re out on the run (oh woah)

And you ain’t even on me
Here with open arms (oh)
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
When you’re ready, you know where to find me
But baby I’m starting to face
Scrape my knees on the pavement
[Intro: Edwin, harmonising]
(Yeah, You know where to find me)
When you’re ready, ready, ready
[Verse 2: Nick]
But I keep being turned away (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here with open arms
Caught me slipping up (up, up)

Waiting for your call
Girl you could tear me apart
Now you got me cuffed
So when you’re ready, you know where to find me
[Verse 1: Brandon]
So I’ve been waiting by my phone (brrp)
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’

Scrape my knees on the pavement
And you ain’t even on me

Got that key to your heart
But I can’t help it, I’m waitin’
Baby let me know
[Chorus: Zion & Edwin]
When you’re ready…
When you’re ready, ready, ready
Girl, you could tear me apart
When you’re ready, ready, ready
So when you’re ready you know where to find me
Girl, you could tear me apart
No, it’s not like I’m asking for much (woah, woah)

Scrape my knees on the pavement
Yo, it’s PRETTYMUCH
Waiting for you to come, my baby, oh
But I keep being turned away (woah)

But you just don’t know what to say
And now I need you on me
You know where to find me
So when you’re ready you know where to find me
When you’re ready, ready, ready

Warm Brew – Stretch

Linked up with [?]
No matter the weather, I’m here for whatever, just say what it is
You gotta get what you got and take what you can
And the partners I roll with play pop in the CD
[Intro]
[Hook]
I live my life and pay no mind to what these hoes need
Been dreaming so hard ’til the day that I meet it
Cuz we all family, treat you like my closest kin
[Verse 3: Omar Bunyan]
[Verse 1: Tony London]
Side street, back seat, blowing OG
Never gotta change you hoes do, if a nigga want the funk then roll through
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too
Nelson taught me [?]
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose

Makin’ money off hella sacks
[Hook]
All you niggas prepare, with my niggas making moves to a home in the Air, no doubt we rolling there
To this ruggedly handsome playa that’s slim and slender
From them (?) outside of the Staples Center
Major monkey on a real bitch’s back
[Verse 4: MENT Nelson ]
Life is more than just a nigga gettin’ hoes and riches
Christ, for this shit all up in my life
If we don;t know the score then how the hell we supposed to win
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
For attention, go hard ’til the toes bleed
Mescaline, I’m masculine, I’m flexin’

We get to talking too much, we just might put a union together (mmm)

Tonight I’m chilling flow free like a cold breeze

Best case scenario my burials in near sight
[Verse 6:]
Big shot, Manu Li, it’s my time, I’mma start
Yo’ bitch she want a union leader take it then I bend her, now go

Man step on up if you thinking you a contender
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
Call a nigga up when you need some grass
I guarantee the head start bobbin’ and shakin’
And if we unionize, they can’t win no more (right)
They say you wanna good girl then you should go to church
I got some partners that can never compare, we got some shit that flip your mind like that nigga foretell

If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too
Don’t you fools realize?
Yeah then I’m about to go on strike with my niggas
Five deep in the fourth seat, hard to watch it from the nose bleed
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
Better take it back like a pimp in a ‘lac
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
The sparkle in my eyes, I really hope you shine
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues
Yea this motherfucking game ain’t (?)
Yeah, difference between a boy and a man
And just hope that I forgiven, but it’s what I gotta do
Even if I don’t want to, there’s nothing I won’t do, to prove I’m a friend
If you was in my position, then you’d probably do it too
From what I heard now a days is where the hoes be
I’m greeted by the homies Warm Brew on the West Coast

I’ve got niggas my rolling with me, yeah we making a movement
Like I’m on fifth L put the money in the bag

These record labels don’t want artists to talk to each other
They don’t wanna see us winning, cuz they’d rather see us lose
[Verse 5:]
[?] on the moon on shrooms
Just a humble nigga givin’ y’all the real shit
With Warm Brew, my whole crew, Superman, no phone booth
And even though a niggas sinning, you know I gotta sing the blues

From the weak and the whack that’s making tracks
Pessimist name [?]
You should be complying with the giant when he’s destined
[Verse 2: Manu Li]
You’ll like more then them hotdogs wrapped in bacon
Yeah, feels like my eyes haven’t seen it
[Hook]

Amine – Squeeze

Yeah, the coolest be the fool-est ’cause them niggas really awkward
All them nights I stayed up, I get paid up like a lay-up now
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
I know, me, I’m the best
They can’t help it, haters too selfish
LST on the beat, I love my buck teeth, that’s why I’m so fly
Flows keep switching so them niggas better keep up
Mona Lisa for a feature, my price is priceless
Back in this motherfucker, I gots the -itis
Tell me who the fuck makes skits for they tour?
I’m ’bout my business, CLBN, take nothing less
Leave ’em in the dust, tell ’em level up
Worldwide tour, so them girls wide open
Pull up on these motherfuckers, then I hit the scene
[Verse]
Rolling down my window, roll my pride for self-esteem
I’m frank like Aretha, I’m dank like your reefer
Traitors treat you like a reaper, RIP Kenneka
Young, black, and handsome, that be my aesthetic, yeah
Writer and director, actor, rapper, I’m a prize
Secret, Good for You the best album alive
Fenty on my baby so my boo ain’t got no blemishes
Shows packed out, so the bus pack oceans
Put the kitty on my face, I could take you on a trip
Chucks on my feet ’cause they cut me a check
What should I be for Halloween?
Leader and a lover like a mayor and John Mayer
I started it, them niggas borrow it
I own the color yellow, Pantone, hit me up
Motherfuckers hate me ’cause I’m all about my cream
Practicing this verse up in the mirror like I’m Issa
Unapologetic (bitch), success is my fetish
Question, Do they have sex in the scenes with the sex?

Migos – Motor Sport (feat. Nicki Minaj & Cardi B)

Rap’s Jackie Chan, we ain’t pullin’ them fake stunts
That’s not a reliable source, no
Yeah, skrrt
They reachin’ out like their back itchin’
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
If you don’t know what that is (huh)
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
Man, we should sell that porn
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
That’s why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
Piguets, they wet, tears (‘guets)
[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
And my ears got McDonald’s nuggets (ayy)

Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
You heard she gon’ do what from who?
Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
It’s a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
"Yo Nick, didn’t you just do a hit with Gotti?"

You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)

Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
Straight up there (where?), we didn’t take the stairs (where?)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
Same hoes, that was sendin’ shots
I turn Offset on
No human being, I’m immortal (no)
‘Cause money is treatin’ me well (uh uh)
Soon, as I land on the Lear (whew)
Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
488, hit the gears (488)
Abort the mission, that’s a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Attention, I’ma need you to face front
This season’s Off-White come in snorted (white)
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Suicide doors, Britney Spears
All of your friends’ll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
[Chorus: Quavo]
The coupe came imported (hey)
[Verse 2: Offset]
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
Is the same lips that be ass kissin’

You don’t want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Same lips that be talkin’ ’bout me
Yeah, Cardi B, I’m back, bitches
I’m boujee, so, bitch, don’t get near (boujee)
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
You bitches catchin’ a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
My crown won’t fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
Ride the dick like a BMX
I wonder how many platinums we gon’ sell (albums)
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
I don’t work in no office, but they copyin’ and that’s facts though
Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
This Givenchy is custom made, now you can’t get it at Saks though
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
Let me wrap my weave up
If Quavo the QB, I’m Nick Lombardi
You see them stats, you know what I am about
[Chorus: Quavo]
Take the air out the mall, walkin’ with the sacks
I’m with a couple bad bitches that’ll rip the party
You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
I get upset off
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
I love, when he go on tour
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)

[Intro: Quavo]
full of water (Patek) Patek and A.P.

M-M-M-Murda
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
I told him the other day
Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
Take away pain, ain’t easy (pain)
It’s a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
Motorsport, motorville
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sports (skrrt, skrrt)
Offset
Face all your fears, then get at me
Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
Girl, yeah, yeah
I ain’t tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
I don’t wanna hear I’m actin’ different
Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won’t tell (swear)
My chest bad, give me chills
I am the champ, I’m Iron Mike in a bout
I’m the trap Selena
I stepped on runnin’ from 12 (12)
No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
Feel like I can fly, yeah

So tell me, have you seen her?
These hoes ain’t, what they say they are
‘Cause he cums more, when I see him less

Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
Niggas not cappin’ this season
Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can’t go back
Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin’ out the court (court, jump)
And their pussy stank, they’re catfishin’
Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
Shiftin’ gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
If I get to play with that kitty
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
Straight up there (where?) we didn’t take the stairs (where?)