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Mustafa – Come Back Lyrics (feat. James Blake)

[Intro: James Blake]
Please, uh, hahaha
Okay

[Chorus: James Blake]
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back

[Verse: Mustafa Ahmad]
If she runs her fingers through my past
She may lose the softness in her hands
Maybe I can still make it come back
The oak tree my old TV, the friend of past
Ooh, I miss the night was made for rest
When my heart was more than glass
I miss the days I [?]
I miss not knowin’ I was poor

[Chorus: Mustafa Ahmad]
Please come back
Please come back, to me
Please come back
At least in my dreams

[Outro: Mustafa Ahmad, James Blake & with James Blake]
At least in my dreams
At least in my dreams
At least in my dreams
At least in my dreams
Please
(Please) Please come back
Please come back
At least in my dreams
Please come back
Please come back
Please come back
Please

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Ernia – Bugie Lyrics

Una per proteggere i miei cari
Una per pararmi il culo dagli infami
Una per leccarli come i cani
Una per scoparla e poi cacciarla domani
Una per fregarti e poi sfregarmi le mani

Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi
Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi
Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi
Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie
Ne dico una e poi magari mi ci convinco
Ci penso forte e poi domani non è più finto
Ne dico una anche ai compari, anche ai compari
Senza troppi particolari, particolari

Senza troppi particolari, ho un labirinto
Nella mia testa, due binari: reale e finto
A volte non voglio sapere qual è quello giusto
Perché se penso a ciò che è vero, sai, provo disgusto
(Ancora, ancora, ancora)
Ne dico una per scoparmi una subretta
Essere B però ti tiro starlette
Sono bianche, infondo non fanno niente
Gonfio un po’ la realtà come gli OGM
Alle ragazze ne racconti a cassette
Non rispondo al cellulare che non prende
Si, prendo un po’ la mano nella piazzette
Tipo che te le fiuto come un Setter
Alcuni le dicono per fare i brutti
Quella l’ho scopata 4 ore a fila
Se lo dici in testa sorridiamo tutti
Perché sappiamo che eri eletta a fare la vocina
Ne dico una un po’ da candidatura
Anche se sul web fa caricatura
Lo dico dal 2016 che fa paura
Corriamo tutti verso l’amo, pesca d’altura
E i professori ti diranno: "Siete uguali"
Che nel lavoro vince la passione, no squali
Che sono ricchi e generosi, no avari
E la TV ti dirà si, che tu vali
Sono bravi a dirle i colleghi rapper
Vi hanno imbottito di cazzate come omelette
Ti tiran fuori se ti trovi alle strette
Non è furbo chi le dice, ma chi omette

Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi

Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi
Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi
Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie
Ne dico una e poi magari mi ci convinco
Ci penso forte e poi domani non è più finto
Ne dico una anche ai compari, anche ai compari
Senza troppi particolari, particolari

Siamo ingegneri di ‘sta roba, stile architetto
Un po’ per l’ego, per i soldi o per portarla a letto
Ho gli occhi bassi per non svelare quello che ho dentro
Mi guardan come se sapessero quello che penso
(Non è così vero?)
Alcune sono come donne con bei seni
Solo a pensare che sian vere, ti ci seghi
Alcune sono come bimbi, non vedi
Stai attento perché sai che non stanno in piedi
Non solo G-Geppetto, tanti Pinocchi
Ballano tutti in cerchio come pidocchi
Si fingon tutti G come Gicotti
E dopo cantano in questura come Pavarotti
Entriamo tutti di corsa con la rincorsa
Come si fanno le rapine la mattina in posta
No armi, in tasca una lingua rossa
Prendiamo tutti la mira e la spariamo grossa
Ne dico una ai miei parenti, non do delusioni
Faccio coincidere le versioni
Se grosse tappano le tubazioni
Acqua da tutte le parti, come le alluvioni
C’è chi le dice alla cicuta, che ci deruba
Che se lo scambi poi ti dice: "Era una battuta"
C’è chi le dice pure se gli chiedi consiglio
E sono belle le simpatiche che dice Silvio
(Dimmi, dimmi, dimmi, dimmi)

Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi
Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi
Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie, dimmi
Bugie, bugie, bugie, bugie
Ne dico una e poi magari mi ci convinco
Ci penso forte e poi domani non è più finto
Ne dico una anche ai compari, anche ai compari
Senza troppi particolari, particolari

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Lou Reed – Satellite of Love Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Satellite’s gone up to the skies
Things like that drive me out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV

[Chorus]
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of

[Verse 2]
Satellite’s gone way up to Mars
Soon it’ll be filled with parking cars
I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

[Chorus]
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of

[Bridge]
I’ve been told that you’ve been bold
With Harry, Mark and John
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Thursday
With Harry, Mark and John

[Verse 1]
Satellite’s gone up to the skies
Thing like that drive me out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

[Chorus]
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite of

[Outro]
Satellite of love
Satellite (satellite) of love (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Satellite (satellite, oh-uuh) of love (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Satellite (satellite) of love (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Satellite (satellite) of love (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Satellite (satellite) of love (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Satellite (satellite) of love (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Satellite (satellite) of love (Ah-ah-ah-ah)

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Liz Phair – Elvis Song Lyrics

Everyone’s talking ’bout Elvis
‘Cause it seems like the thing that we do
Elvis is walking around listlessly
Seems he can’t even die if he wanted to
It’s a bad business to be in
You don’t get thanked and you don’t get paid
It’s a hard world to be in with
And to end with, and to think about leaving behind
Exhuming the body in Memphis
Waiting five hours to get into Graceland
Is this anybody’s idea of a good time or a good joke?
Airport biographies are usually true
Fame and fortune took its’ toll
He’s not the king of rock and roll anymore
He’s just a junkie redneck

Pull the sheet over your head
Fold your arms across your chest
Lie back in bed, you can call folks constantly tomorrow

Ohhh, everyone’s talking ’bout Elvis
‘Cause it seems like a thing that we do
Elvis is living too fat and slow now
To care what we say about him
Picking up hitchhiking Elvises
Christening babies at the foot of his grave
He was watching TV and laughing to himself
Just had to tell someone how he did it

Elvis, be good to me
Elvis, be true
Elvis, I love you
Elvis, be true

Elvis, be near me
Elvis, be mine
Elvis, come back to me
Please, Elvis, be fine

Everything’s coming up roses
Everything’s coming up Elvis
Everything’s coming up roses
Everything’s coming up Elvis

Elvis
Elvis
Elvis
Elvis, be true

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Amirsaysnothing – Victory Loves Company Lyrics (feat. Slug)

[Verse 1: AmirSaysNothing]
Top to bottom
Break em, got em’
Everyday is solve a dollar
Gotta problem, Saul will call him
I don’t even speak tomorrow
When i make a dozen, they gon’ take it, government
Break ya back, but I don’t take that f*ck em’
Life without but I dont complain
Cousins, Got ya back but that don’t make me buzzin’
Watch the shit bounce
Lift ya feet and get em’ off the couch
Ain’t gone beat the game at the house
Know I speak a lot, they quiet that’s a mouse
I ain’t gotta pay the price, but it’s cheap
Give respect and get it, can’t compete
Ima walking peace treaty and they flock
When the trunk knock, from block to overseas

[Hook]
Watch me dance to it all alone
Another day, say what’s going on? (Yeah)
Wanna kick it and I’m always gone
A known unknown so I ain’t going home (Yeah)
My Babygirl say, “whats going on?”
And what the f*ck is Prollie going wrong (Yeah)
Ya Charge me up, I’m just another loan
A known unknown but i ain’t going long

[Verse 2: AmirSaysNothing]
Run that back
Wanna live a life that’s that fat?

Wanna keep a mess then that’s that
Live like twice, ain’t that strapped
I’ma get that scratch, im’a “save that money”
Laugh at all, nothing make me flinch
She bark all day and i don’t get that shit
Can’t take none from me I’m all f*ck dat shii
Always catch me in the whip
Top down where I got that shit
TV deck I’ll watch it if it flip
And I’m rolling back when i take a hit
What’s really good? trying to speak?
Ain’t that hard if ya trying reach
I’m so high now I’m trying to find a peak
Pass the phone i gotta dial and beep

[Hook]

[Verse 3:] Slug
Hello
I was half asleep, in the passenger seat
Of my daddy’s caprice, when I was havin’ this dream
I don’t remember where we were but that don’t matter to me
It’s when I opened my eyes and saw the branches and leaves
Both sides of this wind shield grimey
But the sunshine still tryin to spill through and fine me
Abandon the crutches and bleed through the bandage
Dab a little on the brush and leave it on the canvas

[Hook]

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Lu & Robertinho – Contagem Regressiva Lyrics

Too much light in this window
Don’t wake me up
Only coffee no sugar inside my cup
Too much light in this window
Don’t wake me up
Only coffee no sugar inside my cup
If I wake and u here still gimme a kiss
I was in this dreamin about to lips

Don’t wake me up, up, up, up, up
Don’t wake me up, up, up, up, up
Don’t wake me up, up, up, up, up
Don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me
Don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up

Meu amor
Olha no relógio como o tempo está passando
O sol brilhando, aos poucos vai se afastando
A ligação falhando, quase não te ouço mais
No celular

Meu amor
Olha só o que estão falando na TV
Preciso te encontrar antes de anoitecer
Pra te contar os meus segredos
Olhar em seus olhos
E te abraçar

Se o mundo acabar, eu vou estar contigo

Não precisa chorar, pode contar comigo
Não tenha medo, sempre estarei ao seu lado
A te proteger

Um minuto bem vivido vale uma vida
Aperta a minha mão, contagem regressiva
Mata meu desejo, só quero fazer
Amor com você

Seja o que Deus quiser
Em vez da gente chorar, nós vamos sorrir
Em vez da gente sofrer, nós vamos curtir
Tudo tem um fim, mas pode acreditar
O meu amor por você nunca vai acabar

Em vez da gente chorar, nós vamos sorrir
Em vez da gente sofrer, nós vamos curtir
Tudo tem um fim, mas pode acreditar
O meu amor por você nunca vai acabar

Don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me up, up, up, up, up
Don’t wake me up
Don’t wake me

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Walter Benjamin – Your House Lyrics

It’s so windy back home
Little girl
Where the TV screen goes to sleep
And your tiny dances should rule
The outside world
I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance
I am a glad outsider just to watch you dance
Will you let me in sometime
Just enter the gate
And go upstairs
Like God?
I’ve heard you used to bash the keys
In the morning
Before it all started to make sense

It all made sense to you
But I have never seen the truth written in your books
I have never seen the truth written in your books
It was left on the ashtrays
Where we used to finish our cigarettes
– and they’re over now
Will you let me in sometime
Just enter the gate
And go upstairs
Like God?
Your ghosts look beautiful to me
Your ghosts look beautiful to me

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Thundamentals – Overdosed Lyrics

[Chorus: Jeswon]
I still can’t rely on your love
So I’m brushin’ the dirt off my shoulders
I guess I was high off the buzz
I was drunk, now I’m searching for sober
I guess that I overdosed
I guess that I overdosed
I guess that I overdosed
I guess that I overdosed
Oh oh whoa oh whoa

[Verse 1: Jeswon]
Girl, your love is addictive, yeah, your love is addictive, girl, your love is the dope
It was getting me lifted, it was getting me lifted, now I feel like a hoax
Yeah, I feel like a dickhead, yeah, I feel like a dickhead, yo, that’s par for the course
I was asleep on that comatose, but I awoke from that overdose
You were one in a million, that’s what I thought, though I got cold feet, I got frozen toes
Just as sure as the cold wind blows, can’t feel my face, you’re that dose of coke, better blow my nose
But my nose done grown, I told more lies than Pinocchio
But that’s just life when your life’s on drugs, tried to hold you close but I can’t quite cope
Yo, I might just ghost, hit the open road, somewhere so remote, no remote controls
No DVD’s, flat screen TV’s, plus no 4G for my mobile phone
I just write quotes from my mobile home, the homeboys gloat like, ‘I told you so’
But your love’s like white, got me wired all night, how’d I get so high when I feel so low?

[Chorus: Jeswon & Bea Moon]
I still can’t rely on your love
So I’m brushin’ the dirt off my shoulders
I guess I was high off the buzz
I was drunk, now I’m searching for sober
I guess that I overdosed

I guess that I overdosed
I guess that I overdosed
I guess that I overdosed
Oh oh whoa oh whoa

[Verse 2: Tuka]
She said, “I like the way you f*ck me, Tuk, too bad you’ll trust me but”, I said
If you ever learn to love me we can share a little more than company, oh snap
Nothing’s ever that simple, I’d hold back, but I really can’t sit still
Cold facts you’re just into for a quick fix, soul clap, I’m in it ’cause I think you are a big deal
I swear an angel answered my prayers, she came to my aid when she saw the pain on my face
Now she’s standing right there, running her hand through my hair, saving my grace
And healing my wounds, she is my queen bee, speaking my truth, I dare
You can place your feet in my shoes indeed, you can even have the keys to my room, it’s free, see if I care
Yeah, best believe that I do, take a look in these eyes, they’re lookin’ at you
I’m right here, I hope you don’t mind when I stare, I’ve been gettin’ ideas, gettin’ hooked on that view, “like yeah”
My God, my gosh, there we are at it again, I guess, yeah
You’ll be leaving once you get what you want, but to be honest that is never quiet clear

[Chorus: Jeswon & Bea Moon]
I still can’t rely on your love
So I’m brushin’ the dirt off my shoulders
I guess I was high off the buzz
I was drunk, now I’m searching for sober
I guess that I overdosed
I guess that I overdosed
I guess that I overdosed
I guess that I overdosed
Oh oh whoa oh whoa

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Coronavirus: Israeli drag queens take show online under lockdown

With theatres closed, Tal Kalai and Yuvel Edelman streamed performances online – and ended up on TV.

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Tee Grizzley – Win

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose (Helluva made this beat, baby)

[Verse 1]
90’s baby but I get to that money like ’86 again
Lost pops and fell off, we back rich again
Gotta thank God for that prison bid
Music got us looking like the family’s selling bricks again
Been on tour, been on TV, own businesses
Still I pull up with that stick and flip the whip you in (Brr)
You don’t wanna hear bout indictments in the case I caught
Then, bitch, quit listening (Turn off)
Free Mar Mar, he innocent
I was in the county indigent, now my pendant lit
Bitches love me, they go crazy ’bout that real nigga shit
Used to be a young follower, I was ignorant
If you don’t want me to fuck her, go everywhere with that bitch, nigga
I’ll drop a bird on your head
That chopper’ll blow a third of the nerves out your head
Talking cash, shit, and we murdering that man
When they put them teddy bears on the curb for your ass, you lost

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
700K in here and my bag in this room
But it’s only for your eyes, why your man’s in this room?
I don’t know if he a snitch, now it’s blood on your hands
If you think I’m ’bout to let him leave alive, you a fool
Got a record deal, my label don’t like you when I hang out (For real)
And let me know that they ain’t know me ‘fore I came out
Kevin Liles, I know it’s a risk to have these chains out
But I’m that same nigga that’ll knock a nigga brains out
Ex bitch ran off with the Rollie, hope she make it stretch
I could’ve kicked her lil’ dirty ungrateful ass
But I’m more mad at myself for tryna date her, ayy
Plus I make 30 for a show, so I’ma make it back
Used to order Wendy’s fries, bring a shake with that
Now its Benihana rice, put some steak on that
The Mustang used to always run out of gas
Now I’m in that Wraith, touch the paint and it’s a body bag, nigga

[Chorus]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
Had to risk it all just to win big
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon
Nigga, without me, my people wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose

[Verse 3]
I wanna see niggas win but everybody, you can’t eat around
Some niggas, I wouldn’t even go to sleep around
They had the bag, but ain’t help me when they see me down
Same niggas DM’ing me tryna be around
Bitch, they see that Wraith and they think Meek around
Can’t be around on choppers the [?] three around
Come get your friendly ass bitch before I beat her down
After I fuck, never again will she be around
It’s crazy when your own people wanna bring you down
These niggas don’t even know what they wanna beef about
He shot at me, and that’s somethin’ I can’t sleep about
Drop his mama, leave the town, bitch, we even now (Brr)
How you gon’ motivate the youth, rapping that gangster shit?
This what they like, so I’ma make the shit
But even still, this my life, I gotta claim this shit
So even if they didn’t like it, I ain’t changing shit, nigga

[Outro]
Look me in my eyes, nigga, I’ma win
I’ma get this money, nigga, I’ma live
First nigga in my family with some legal bread
So I can buy whatever ice, buy whatever crib
I could stack them hunnids to the roof
I ain’t stopping ’til they stack to the moon, nigga
Without me, my family wouldn’t have food
Anybody go against me gotta lose, nigga

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Apollo Brown & Planet Asia – Deep In The Casket

[Sample]
Eight track stereo, colored TV in every room
And you can snort a half a piece of dope every day
It’s the American Dream, nigga, well ain’t it?
God knows it’s a rotten game. The only one the man left us to play
That’s the stone cold truth

[Planet Asia]
Yea
Twist something

[Verse 1]
Bumping Mozzy in the Maserati
Allegedly they say my little Relly caught a body
My city going stupid mainly
Lil niggas in the pen going super crazy
Runners over the stove, giving slight twirls with hoes
That powder they nose with that white girl
Four door Porsches and polo horses
Golf courses, teriyaki swordfish, exotic fortress
Gangsta gun game, my [?] aim damage a frame
Like the paper at the gun range, I’m sun blazing
Cross the line, I might down ya
That’s why I feel at home around the chain lifters, and body counters
Heavy handed henchmen, victorious vigilant
Still killing shit, it’s pretty boy militance
These rappers is a fuckin joke
Broke niggas tryna beef always getting smoked

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Verse 2]
Wasn’t for this, then I’d still be jooking
I’m still jooking, it’s just nothing is getting tooken
Words is like coke, I’m used to cooking
Like aftershocks niggas is used to booking
Saw so much that I cannot be shooken
My goons follow ’cause I know the way
Trained to go fast with no delay
Keep a shooter with a throwaway
When it’s war we never go away
SKs blow your face when big boys come out to play
The bullshit you better start squashing
Know your family would be set in place doing car washes
Have you taking shots like you was bar hoppin
You know the doctrine, since when the fuck y’all start poppin?
Medaliano, Masonic murder rap scholar
[?], major models sophisticado
Might Colombian fashion your casket
Put your head in a basket
There’s no way for you to even mask it

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Outro]
It’s the fuck I’m talking ’bout, man
Y’know I mean?
From the ground on up, dirty shit man
Yea

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Sam Hunt – I’m Down Lyrics

We can drag a little time
You can spend some of my money maybe waste a little wine
We could go to the beach
We could watch TV
We could write our names on the bridge or just listen to the radio
Breakin’ to that old hotel
We can get a kickback ourselves
We can call the whole damn crew
It really don’t matter whatever you wanna do

I’m down
If you wanna head back to town
If you wanna just drive aro-o-ound
If you wanna get flirty
If you wanna talk dirty
I’m down
If you wanna come a little unwind
Whenever you just wanna hang o-o-out
Wherever you’re up for
Baby girl, I’m down

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Ayo & Teo – Better Off Alone

Young BL$$D, boy you saucin’
BL$$D
Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
Bought you Fendi this (Fendi)
Bought you Louis that (Louis)
Gucci’s on your feet (Gucci, what?)
Match the Gucci hat (hat)
Diamonds on your fist (hey)
Rollie on your wrist (ice)
We do not exist (nope)
Brand new phone, who dis? (who that?)
Heard me on the track (hey)
Now you want me back (hey)
This ain’t Jackson 5 though (woah)
I don’t want you back (yeah)
Yeah we the reverse bros (hey)
Rollie with a dab (dab)
You wasn’t nobody
Now you on the map (hey)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on ‘read’ (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets rollin’, tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
All them nights alone (skrrt)
Baby, come with me (me)
Put your favorite show on
I know you like TV (bow, bow, bow)
Spent 20 on the chain (ching)
Just for my own name (name)
Pick out what you want (want)
I’m not gon’ complain (what? what?)
You and me was dope, man (dope)
You had me so open (skrrt, skrrt)
Stabbed me in the back
Now my feelings on the floor, man
Bought you Louis this
Bought you ‘Sace that
Gucci on your feet (feet)
Guess who bought you that
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on ‘read’ (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets roamin’, tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on ‘read’ (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets roamin’, tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
Tell me where you’re goin’
Tell me where you’re goin’

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AC/DC – Big Gun

Riot on the radio
Pictures on the TV
Invader man take what he can
Shootout on the silver screen
Sticking ’em up and knocking ’em down
Living out a fantasy
There’s a bad man cruising around
In a big black limousine
Don’t let it be wrong
Don’t let it be right
Get in his way
You’re dead in his sights

Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you

Terminators, Uzi makers
Shootin’ up Hollywood
Snakes alive with a .45
Setting off and doing no good
If you ain’t wise they’ll cannibalize
Tear flesh off you
Classified lady killers
Prayin’ in the human zoo (Prayin’)
They saddle you up
And take you to town
Better look out
When he come around

Big gun
Big gun number one
Big gun
Big gun kick the hell out of you

Big gun, got a hot one
Big gun, got a number one
Big gun, loaded and cocked
Big gun, hot hot hot
Got big gun, ready or not
Big gun, give it, give it a shot

Terminator, Uzi makers
Regulators, gonna get you later

Big gun kick the hell out of you

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Chuck Berry – You Never Can Tell

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale,
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin’ worked out well
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney, ’twas a cherry red ’53,
They drove it down New Orleans to celebrate their anniversary
It was there where Pierre was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They had a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell,
"C’est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

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Gunplay – So Trill

[Intro]
I can’t feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes

[Verse 1]
I’m certified, fuck what you heard about
Heard about how he got murdered through the word of mouth
Robbed the wrong nigga’, might as well have murked himself
Knife to the windpipe and you could skip the shells
They paid [?]
Fighting demons all the time, another title bout
Another win, another loss, it’s more to write about
Chain smoking on the Porsche, can’t put the lighter down
My future lookin’ like it’s sucka’ free (yup)
My new pretty Phillippino bitch is such a freak
She wanna love me, but she told me that I’m such a [peak?]
I pick her up, I knock her down, won’t see much of me

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes

[Verse 2]
I won’t apologize for praising dollar signs
Trying to make my commas cry, fantasizing homicides
This a blessin’ in my hood, no vest and I survived
Drum squad on the way, you know what that’s about
[?] to the ceiling
Table full of villains, choppin’ up some [?]
Just capers and some killings
Soldiers and lieutenants
Porches and new Benzes
Even though it seems senseless, I keep swingin’ for the fences
On a mission for the million, I don’t need me no dilemas
Feds been watchin’ since TV’s had antennas
They tryin’ thread the needle, but them people can’t pin us
But the task force won’t stop ’til the task finished (forever)

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes

[Outro]
(So trill, so trill)
I can’t feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
(So trill, so trill)

Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes

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Dounia – Shyne

[Verse 1]
I can only watch for so long, before I get uncomfortable
The centerfold, I gotta be, pay attention, see
I’m terribly offended they’re commending mediocrity
Are we honestly praising this commodity?
You call yourself an artist, stop, don’t get me started
Stop, don’t get me started
Not much of a drinker ’cause shit keeps spillin’ out
And I can hold my liquor, but I can’t hold my mouth
I can’t hold my tonuge, it lashes when it wants
I’ll blame it on the a-a-a-a-ambiance
Blame it on the excess clouding up my lenses
Finishing my sentence
My favorite kind of vengeance is gettin’ paid
Look back at rejection, and what it made

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 2]
I’m makin’ shit that’s honest, ain’t a product for a profit
Yeah my mind ain’t on my wallet
You won’t hear it ‘less I wrote it
It’s wack then I’ll dispose it
The standard that I’ll be setting is the standard I’m upholding
No silver spoon, shit just made me golden
I see your cards and I ain’t folding
I got a million in the molding, ’cause art takes time
And money it supply peace of mind

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Bridge]
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
I’ma pull a new vibe on ’em
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 3]
I ain’t in it for the money, I’ll get it when it’s ready
Take it back to my place, for conversation, Henny
For now I’m shooting campaigns in L.A. with some baddies
Yeah, with some baddies
Win the lotto, be a model, both funny concepts
Made my way in for some bread, yeah I finessed
Now I’m takin’ photos for some studio time
Couldn’t make it by when I worked the 9 to 5
In SoHo, with my eyes low
Closing shift got me lookin’ loco
IPhone with the glass broke
And my money barely seemed to get me back home
Yeah we gonna move to Jersey for your senior year
Quick, turn off the TV ’cause the landlord here
You still gotta take the train though, go to school in Queens
And get an education so you can live in Queens
‘Cause I ain’t got the means, your mama gettin’ tired
And when they ask what I do I honestly wanna lie
Ranking ain’t too high
Don’t end up where I am, promise me that you’ll try
I know you wanna sing, you can do that on the side
It ain’t about the money, it’s more about the pride
But I hope I make you proud still, mama
Hope I hold a Grammy up like a diploma
And when I do go to school, have my bread up
We’ve been in debt enough
We’ve been stressed enough
Been in debt enough, fuck

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

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Gunplay – So Trill Lyrics

ons all the time, another title bout
Another win, another loss, it’s more to write about
Chain smoking on the Porsche, can’t put the lighter down
My future lookin’ like it’s sucka’ free (yup)
My new pretty Phillippino bitch is such a freak
She wanna love me, but she told me that I’m such a [peak?]
I pick her up, I knock her down, won’t see much of me

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes

[Verse 2]
I won’t apologize for praising dollar signs
Trying to make my commas cry, fantasizing homicides
This a blessin’ in my hood, no vest and I survived
Drum squad on the way, you know what that’s about
Paper to the ceiling, table full of villains
Choppin’ up some [?], just capers and some killings
Soldiers and lieutenants, Porches and new Benzes
Even though it seems senseless, I keep swingin’ for the fences
On a mission for the million, I don’t need me no dilemmas
Feds been watchin’ since TV’s had antennas
They tryin’ thread the needle, but them people can’t pin us
But the task force won’t stop ’til the task finished (forever)

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes

[Bridge]
(So trill, so trill)
I can’t feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes
(So trill, so trill)

[Chorus]
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes
Feel like it ain’t even real sometimes
Shit’s so trill sometimes
Out here in these fields sometimes
That I can’t even feel sometimes

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King Los – R.A.S (The Prelude)

[Intro]
Yo

[Chorus]
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
Took two years off and said, "fuck it I gotta’ learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I was even fuckin’ concerned
And that’s some real ass shit (that’s some real ass shit)
I pulled niggas’ out the fire, gave ’em shit they couldn’t earn
Buncha’ shit they ain’t deserve, I shoulda’ let them niggas’ burn
That’s some real ass shit (that’s some real ass shit)
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
That’s some real ass shit
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
But some suckas’ gotta’ drown, bustas’ gotta’ burn
(real ass shit)

[Verse 1]
Ooh
I ain’t the king, nigga’ how is that?
Niggas’ threw dirt on me, I brought ’em flowers back
You took the easy way out, I took the hard walk
You gotta’ take the long road to listen to God talk
Both of my brothers in prison, I seen my mother cryin’
Puff said this path get dark, that nigga’ wasn’t lying
Govern my mind and my body, my soul, my metaphysics
I’ve transcended to mentions niggas’ have yet to visit
Yes, it’s vivid, my essence exquisite, no pressure, [?], exhibits, eclectic, prolific
My sonic aesthetic is different
Your prior work is fireworks
When you ain’t shining, the thrill is gone, that’s how it works
Everybody lookin’ up at the sky
For God to work
Well I was made in the image of God, it gotta work
Let me guess, you get the work for cheap
Supply the work
Bitch I research, I cross-reference, apply the work
I got the spirit of a hurricane victim, this outta’ work
When that flood water up to you neck, its knowledge first
We gon’ see how your mind, your soul, your chakras worth
When the whole world flooded, the fuck is dollar worth?
Niggas’ talk all that hype, but I doubt it
Put life inside your body, get life out it
Put love inside your temple and find peace
Well Los, "where you find that knowledge?"
"It found me"
On God, Money, War, I prophesied it before
Now I went from your TV screen to your front door
You give niggas’ your whole soul and they want more
They ask me why I’m so hardcore

[Chorus]
I gave my everything to niggas’ and got nothing in return
Two years of being slept on, never got my turn
Took two years off and said, "fuck it I gotta’ learn"
Sometimes I wonder why I was even fuckin’ concerned
And that’s some real ass shit
I pulled niggas’ out the fire, gave ’em shit they couldn’t earn
Buncha’ shit they ain’t deserve, I shoulda’ let them niggas’ burn
That’s some real ass shit

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2Pac – Me And My Girlfriend

Sheeit, ju motherfuckin right
I’m the bitch that’s keepin it live and keepin it hot
when you punk ass niggaz don’t
Nigga Westside, WHAT! Bring it on

[Tupac]
Look for me
Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c’mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggaz united
Our first date, couldn’t wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a nigga’s heartbeat stop

[girl]
What!! I’m bustin on you punk ass niggaz *automatic gunfire*
Run nigga run! *gunfire* I’m on yo’ ass nigga! *gunfire continues*
Run nigga, duck and hide! Nigga I’m bustin all you bitches!
Run nigga, yeah! Westside! Uh uh uh! Die nigga die!

[Tupac]
My girlfriend, blacker than the darkest night
When niggaz act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga my girlfriend, though we seperated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime
wit you, bought you some shells when you turned twenty-two
It’s true, nothin compares to the satisfaction
that I feel when we out mashin, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus: Tupac]

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

[Tupac]
I was too immature
to understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days
Caused so many arguments and strays
Now I realize how to treat ya, the secret to keep ya
Bein faithful now cause now cheatin’s lethal
We closer than the hands of time, deeper than the drop of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin niggaz as we rise
We all soldiers in God’s eyes — now it’s time for war
Never leave me baby, I’m paranoid, sleepin witcha
loaded by my bedside crazy
Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone
anticipated for the moment you come home
I’m waitin by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I’ve had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realeast
So if you ever need me call, I’ll be there through it all
You’re the reason I can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus]

[Tupac]
I love finger fuckin you, all of a sudden I’m hearin thunder
When you bust a nut, niggaz be duckin or takin numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin for drama
While unleashin on the old timers, that’s on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
the only girl that I adore, everything I’m askin for
Talkin to me beggin me to just, take you around
Seventeen like Brandy you just Wanna Be Down
Talkin loud when I tell you be quiet you move the crowd
Bustin rounds, activatin a riot, that’s why I love you so
No control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home, me and my girlfriend

[Chorus 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend, do one-eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind — look for me
[repeat 3X]

Lost in the whirlwind, ninety-six, Bonnie and Clyde
Me and my girlfriend
[repeat 2X]

ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND!

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MACKLEMORE – Intentions lyrics

I wanna be sober, but I love getting high
Wanna give it a hundred percent, but I’m too afraid to try
I wanna be faithful, but love hooking up with randos
I wanna live by the law, but still think like a vandal
I wanna get exercise, but I’m too lazy to workout
I want all the finer things, but don’t wanna go to work now
I wanna go outside, take my family to the beach
I wake up in the morning, first thing I do is look at a screen, at a screen

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?
I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV
And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me
I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
All my little problems keep on building up and building up
All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love
So I smoke until my lungs are full
Drink until I lose my cool
Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change
But I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I want world piece, but I wanna watch Worldstar
I know that I should stay home and still wanna kick it where the girls are
I wanna be a feminist, but I’m still watching porno
I wanna eat healthy, but I’ma eat this Digiornos
We live on social media, read other people’s thoughts
Tweet about justice, but don’t show up to the march
I think about the earth and I think about the eco
What am I willing to sacrifice at the expense of my ego?

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?
I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV
And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me
I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
All my little problems keep on building up and building up
All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love
So I smoke until my lungs are full
Drink until I lose my cool
Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change
But I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today
I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today

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Macklemore – Intentions lyrics

I wanna be sober, but I love getting high
Wanna give it a hundred percent, but I’m too afraid to try
I wanna be faithful, but love hooking up with randos
I wanna live by the law, but still think like a vandal
I wanna get exercise, but I’m too lazy to workout
I want all the finer things, but don’t wanna go to work now
I wanna go outside, take my family to the beach
I wake up in the morning, first thing I do is look at a screen, at a screen

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?
I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV
And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me
I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
All my little problems keep on building up and building up
All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love
So I smoke until my lungs are full
Drink until I lose my cool
Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change
But I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today

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[Verse 2: Macklemore]
I want world piece, but I wanna watch Worldstar
I know that I should stay home and still wanna kick it where the girls are
I wanna be a feminist, but I’m still watching porno
I wanna eat healthy, but I’ma eat this Digiornos
We live on social media, read other people’s thoughts
Tweet about justice, but don’t show up to the march
I think about the earth and I think about the eco
What am I willing to sacrifice at the expense of my ego?

[Pre-Chorus: Macklemore]
Wanna live freely, why isn’t it so easy?
I should read a book, but I keep watching this TV
And I know this lifestyle doesn’t really feed me
I just tune out to the voice inside that’s speaking

[Chorus: Dan Caplen]
All my little problems keep on building up and building up
All my good intentions just ain’t good enough to find the love
So I smoke until my lungs are full
Drink until I lose my cool
Apology’s my middle name and one day, I will change
But I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today
I’m okay with who I am today
I’m okay with who I, who I am today

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Chief Keef – How You Like Me Now (The W Mixtape)

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 1]
I’ma get a feast, you can have a seat, stuntin’ casualties
Hit LA, ’cause in Chiraq, it be hot as grease
Treat a bitch, how she like me now, told that bitch to flee
She a flee, I’m a fuckin’ beast, walk up by a creek
In the trap, what you want a P? Go come with that fee
Takin’ trips, and I’m gonna see what you’ll never see
Bitch I turned out everything that I planned to be
Ain’t no success with Plan A, then it’s Plan B
Ain’t no maybe with this gang shit, it’s a guarantee
Man these bitches all in my hair, like some Pantene
All I need is the biggest firm to defend me
Couldn’t box no fucks to give, so I left it empty

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

[Verse 2]
Nigga you a dork, and I’m very important
Goin’ Randy Orton, police get behind you, that don’t mean abort
Hit the scene, hoes, bunch of green, bitch lets fill a pint
Touchdown, one for the team, that’s what they like to see
Kanye, slow down, drive slow
How you like me? I’m a dog what’s the pack code
Get my feet down, it’s so comfy
Smell some slices, in a bakery, I’m going Kimbo
Dehydrated, I need Fiji
Touch remote to the TV
Hit the arco like habibi
You see that foreign? It’s 250
Lets see who all leave the parking lot when we start pullin’ out
And this thoinky so damn loud it’s like I cannot put it out

[Chorus]
I’m actin’ brand new, how you like me now
Car got autopilot, have it drive me ’round
I take that bloody money and have it wipe me down
And if you want some smoke them folks gon’ shut you down
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
How you like me now
Them bitches laughed at me but they like me now
Blue face hunduns, how you like me now?

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POST MALONE – Rockstar lyrics

Hahahahaha
Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’ “I’m with the band”
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out “no mas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?” (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ “Where the coke at?” (21, 21)
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

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Post Malone – Rockstar lyrics

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Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’ “I’m with the band”
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

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[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out “no mas” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?” (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ “Where the coke at?” (21, 21)
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (grrra-ta-ta-ta)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

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Loyle Carner – Sun Of Jean (feat. Mum & Dad)

[Verse 1: Loyle Carner]
Ay, we just supported Nas
Whose world is this? Bruv, of course it’s ours
Saying I ain’t been the same since I caught the scars
They don’t fade, I ain’t ashamed, watch us fall from Mars
‘Cause it’s the fallen parts and all the dust settles
And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals
Uh, we let the love pour into our brain
Another day doing more to maintain
Saying finally those tears in my mother’s eyes
Tears from the other side
Tears of joy, her little boy’s got his mother’s pride
You don’t know nothing ’bout the rain ’til you come inside
And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise
‘Cause ain’t no love inside my heart
Uh, except for my mother and my diehards
I stay firm, little brother keeps my mind sharp
If I lost yours, come and find ours

[Chorus]
I’ve got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
I wasn’t running from the beast, I was running from myself
Running out of street, she was worried ’bout my health
Wasn’t worried it was beef, wasn’t worried it was girls
She was worried it was me and my mother couldn’t tell
Something bigger than the world
Ay, for me and Ryan
Ay, now he could see that I’ve been crying
Tell a little lie and say there’s something in my eye
And from the second he could see that I’ve been lying
He would think I wasn’t trying
Telling him, look, honestly, I’m dying
To be the bigger man, the one that you’re relying
On, I keep it strong, so I tell another lie
‘Cause it’s the only way to keep me from denying
So I tell him, brother, listen, listen, when the sun don’t glisten
All the days turn grey and the love goes missing
Hate won’t fade and the front row hissing
You’re the only one who keeps my heart wishing

[Chorus]
I’ve got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away
I’ve got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away

[Bridge: Loyle Carner]
Call me the son of Jean, my little submarine
Me and my mother, there ain’t nothing that can come between
Call me the son of Jean, my little submarine
Me and my mother, there ain’t nothing that can come between
‘Cause I’m the son of Jean

[Verse 3: Loyle Carner]
Uh, but she said that it ain’t me without ADHD
88 keys, I was turning eighteen
She would stay and say please with a face that say cheese
Always trynz make peace like a plate of baked beans
That was me and my bean
That was me and my Jean
That was me and my Jean

[Verse 4: Jean Coyle-Larner]
He was a scribble of a boy, all hair and mischief
A two-foot tale of trouble, rhe bee’s knees
A cartwheeling chatterbox of tricks, completely fearless
I had to carry a first aid kit, my band-aid boy
I had my heart in my mouth wherever we went
He’d do backflips into the pool when he was tiny
And the lifeguards would get all stressed out
He was a proper Mowgli, he embraced everything
Took things apart to see what made them tick
Such busy fingers
He would empty sugar packets onto the tables
In restaurants to draw pictures in
He used to draw on anything
Fantastical creatures with ferocious fangs
And now he draws with words
And I find lyrics on my till receipts and bills
He was never still and barely slept, so neither did I
I could never understand how he could watch TV
Upside down while kicking a ball
His eyes shone with wonder
Music flowed through him like a current
He’d upend a stool to use as a microphone
Singing away for his grandparents
He turned the world upside down and we’re richer for it
He was and is a complete joy
The world is his, that scribble of a boy

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Post Malone – Rockstar (feat. 21 Savage)

[Intro]
Hahahahaha
Tank God Beats

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, "Rest in peace to Bon Scott"
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’, "I’m with the band"
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Ayy, ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a popstar (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra (bra)
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out, "No mas" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?" (21)
I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ "Where the coke at?"
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

[Chorus: Post Malone & 21 Savage]
Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

[Outro: Post Malone]
Star, star, rockstar, rockstar, star
Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock…
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Feel just like a…

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Neck Deep – Don’t Wait (feat. Sam Carter) (The Peace And The Panic Album)

[Verse 1: Ben Barlow]
Disrupted they keep dividing
The government is lying
I’m not going to be a Pharisee of this society
Turn off your TV station
That’s not real information
Trying to define the human mind
It’s like puppetry
And they’ve got you by your strings
Playing God for money
A sorry sad charade
You can see right through it

[Chorus: Ben Barlow]
Don’t wait for anyone
Say it for you
Say it for yourself
What if God was the beggar in disguise?
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?
Whoa oh, whoa oh

[Verse 2: Ben Barlow]
Suspend your disbelief
Are you paying close attention?
If you blink then you might miss their tricks and their deception
Destruct and disobey their laws
They say cause all the world is dark
And if you choose to read the news
Then you must question everything
And they’ve got you on your knees
They’ve got your milk and honey
And then we put them on the parade
And celebrate what’s coming

[Chorus: Ben Barlow]
Don’t wait for anyone
Say it for you
Say it for yourself
What if God was the beggar in disguise?
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?
Whoa oh, whoa oh

[Bridge: Sam Carter]
No path
No grave
No justice
No peace
Dig deep, believe
The truth will set you free

No path
No grave
No justice
No peace
Dig deep and see
The government is lying

[Chorus: Ben Barlow & Sam Carter]
Don’t wait, don’t wait for anyone, for anyone
Say it for you
Say it for yourself
Yeah what if God was the beggar in disguise?
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?

[Bridge: Sam Carter]
No path
No grave
No justice
No peace
Dig deep, believe
The truth will set you free
No path
No grave
No justice
No peace
Would it make any difference?
Would you open your eyes?

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Better off alone – Ayo & Teo lyrics

Lyrics Ayo – Better off alone

Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeahhh.

Bought you Fendi this (Fendi)
Bought you Louis that (Louis)
Gucci’s on your feet (Gucci, what?)
Match the Gucci hat (hat)
Diamonds on your fist (hey)
Rollie on your wrist (ice)
We do not exist (nope)
Brand new phone, who dis? (who that?)
Heard me on the track (hey)
Now you want me back (hey)
This ain’t Jackson 5 though (woah)
I don’t want you back (yeah)
Yeah we the reverse bros (hey)
Rollie with a dab (dab)
You wasn’t nobody
Now you on the map..

Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on read (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets rollin’, tell me where you’re goin’.

Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeahhh.

All them nights alone
Baby, come with me
Put your favorite show on
I know you like TV
Spent 20 on the chain
Just for my own name (name)
Pick out what you want (want)
I’m not gon’ complain (what? what?)
You and me was dope, man (dope)
You had me so open (skrrt, skrrt)
Stabbed me in the back
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Now my feelings on the floor, man
Bought you Louis this
Bought you ‘Sace that
Gucci on your feet (feet)
Guess who bought you that.

Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on read (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets roamin’, tell me where you’re goin’

Tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
All them nights alone (all them nights alone)
Tell me why we’re all where we are, yeah (where we are)
Okay, I’m never comin’ home (never comin’ home)
Better off alone (I’m better off alone)
Now you finally know where we are, yeah.

Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
And the text you sent was left on read (left on read)
Girl you let the sauce go to your head (to your head)
When you hit the streets roamin’, tell me where you’re goin’ (tell me where you’re goin’)
Tell me where you’re goin’
Tell me where you’re goinnn’.
Ayo lyrics
Video alone

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Tyler The Creator – Ziploc

[Intro]
Try to do this bitch in one take, or somethin’…

[Verse]
What’s the point of bein’ rich when you wake up alone?
What’s the point of goin’ home when it ain’t nobody there?
Fuck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air
And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer
With that tall pale boy that I met last year
Grape, that’s what I call him, love, that’s what I fall in
Fell in, I ain’t like sports growing up, but now I’m ballin’
I guess I’m a late bloomer
Ayo, look, high tide bottoms ’cause the neck on lunar
Them GOLF le FLEUR unos ’cause, we don’t do Puma, nah
20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds
You ain’t gotta like him and you ain’t gotta respect him
For playin’ chess with these niggas
That think that they’re bench pressin’
Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin’ shit?
Young Teezy, it ain’t easy, feelin’ wheezy in this bitch
New slaves got y’all niggas feelin’ breezy on the ship
Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?
My shit leaked two weeks before that release date
First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek
Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!
And I can’t even get a song to play on the radio
But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha
P told me not to trip
I am in my Ziploc, nigga
Feel like I got the best album out, uh
I know I got the best album out, preach

[Outro]
Let me, let me hear that