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[Intro]
I'm fucking gone right now
I'm fucking gone right now
"Listen, listen"
[Verse 1]
From the morning to the evening
Complaints from the tenants
Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant
Drinking Alizé with our cereal for breakfast
Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven
Sky's getting cold, we're flying from the north
Rockin' with our city like a sold out show
House full of pros that specialize in the ho'in'
Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes
Order plane tickets
Cali is the mission
Visit every month like I'm split life living
Let the world listen
If a hater's caught slipping
Then my niggas stay tight
Got my back like Pippen
Fast life gripping
Yeah, we still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Fakes try to mimic
Get girls timid
But behind closed doors they get poles so rigid
[Chorus]
All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money is the motive
All that money, the money she be folding
Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl, put in work
[Verse 2]
Push it to the limit
Push it through the pain
I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game
A virgin to that money
A virgin to the fame
So this my only chance
And when I'm over only pray
That I flow from the bottom
Closer to the top
The higher that I climb
The harder I'ma drop
These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to their credit
So I tell them use a debit
Watch they image start to lessen
I warn them like discretion
Why these niggas testing?
Always fucking testing
Why these niggas testing?
Shit that I got them on straight bar hopping
To the music of the ambiance
Get shit popping
Zombies of the night (Zombies of the night)
Niggas ain't talking if they hyping to the crew
Get it in like pockets
Downtown loving
When the moon coming
Only place to find bassheads and hot women
[Verse 3]
Better slow down
She'll feel it in the morning
Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seeing in the morning
Too damn raw, ain't no nigga with her rollin'
Ain't no nigga that she holding
Man, her love is too damn foreign
Look at all that money
The money is the motive (The money is the motive)
All that money
The money she be folding (The money she be folding)
Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work
Girl, put in work, girl, girl, put in work
|
The Morning
|
The Weeknd
|
[Part I]
[Intro]
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh
Uh huh
Yeah-eah
[Verse 1]
Been on a further level since you came, no more pain
You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me
[Pre-Chorus]
If it hurts to breathe, open a window (Woo-ooh)
Oh, your mind wants to leave (Yeah), but you can't go, oh
[Chorus]
This is a happy house (A happy house)
We're happy here (We're happy here)
In a happy house
Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Woah
Woah, Woah-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh
[Verse 2]
Music got you lo-o-ost
Nights pass so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you u-u-up
Baby, it's okay, them my niggas next door
And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want
So blame it on me that you didn't call you home
Oh, just don't blame it on me girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun
[Pre-Chorus]
If it hurts (Woo, woo) to breathe, open a window (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go (Ooh)
[Chorus]
This is a happy house
We're happy here in a happy house
Oh, this is fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun)
Fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun to me)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Woah (Woah)
Woah, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Part II]
[Segue]
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 7
[Verse]
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Then watch us chase it
With a handful of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
She bad and her head bad
Escaping, her van is a Wonderland
And it's half-past six
Read skies 'cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib
And we can test out the tables
We got some brand new tables
All glass and it's four feet wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I get her wetter than a wet nap
And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo
"I heard he do drugs now"
You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute
We just never act a fool, that's just how we fuckin' live it
And when we act a fool, it's probably 'cause we mixed it
Yeah, I'm always on that okey-dokey
Them white boys know the deal, ain't no fuckin' phony
Big O know the deal, he the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fucking beat like he fuckin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout you, man, get to know me
Ain't no offense, though, I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street
[Outro]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (Ooh, ooh)
Bring the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Ooh, ooh)
The 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Ooh, ooh)
Put the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Put the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Oh (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
|
House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls
|
The Weeknd
|
[Verse 1]
All alone, she was livin'
In a world without an end or beginnin'
Baby girl was livin' life for the feelin'
But I don't mind, I don't mind, oh
And all the wrongs she committed
She was numb and she was so co-dependent
She was young and all she had was the city
But I don't mind, I don't mind
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know (Know)
That she's capable of anything, it's riveting
But when (When)
You wake up, she's always gone, gone, gone, oh
[Chorus]
In the night, she hears him calling
In the night, she's dancin' to relieve the pain
She'll never walk away
I don't think you understand
In the night, when she comes crawlin'
Dollar bills and tears keep fallin' down her face
She'll never walk away
I don't think you understand
[Verse 2]
He sang a song when he did it
He was cold and he was so unforgiving
Now she dances to the song on the minute
Yeah, all the time (All the time), all the time (All the time), oh
It make her weak when she hear it
And it got her on her knees like religion
She was young and she was forced to be a woman
Yeah, all the time (All the time), all the time (All the time)
[Chorus]
In the night, she hears him calling
In the night, she's dancin' to relieve the pain
She'll never walk away
I don't think you understand
In the night, when she comes crawlin' (Yeah)
Dollar bills and tears keep fallin' down her face (Fallin' down her face)
She'll never walk away
I don't think you understand
[Bridge]
Oh, baby
I don't think you understand (Woo)
I don't think you understand (Ohh)
I don't think you understand
Oh, no, no, no
I don't think you understand (Hey)
[Chorus]
In the night, she hears him calling (Yeah)
In the night, she's dancin' to relieve the pain (To relieve the pain)
She'll never walk away (No-no-no-no-no)
I don't think you understand (Hey)
In the night, when she comes crawlin' (Ooh)
Dollar bills and tears keep fallin' down her face (It's fallin' down her face)
She'll never walk away
I don't think you understand
|
In the Night
|
The Weeknd
|
[Intro]
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Verse 1]
I'm always ready for a war again (A war again)
Go down that road again (That road again)
It's all the same (It's all the same)
I'm always ready to take a life again (That life again)
You know I'll ride again (I'll ride again)
It's all the same (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me who's gon' save me from myself
When this life is all I know
Tell me who's gon' save me from this hell
Without you, I'm all alone
[Chorus]
Who gon' pray for me? Take my pain for me?
Save my soul for me? 'Cause I'm alone, you see
If I'm gon' die for you, if I'm gon' kill for you
Then I'll spill this blood for you, hey
[Verse 2]
I fight the world, I fight you, I fight myself
I fight God, just tell me how many burdens left
I fight pain and hurricanes, today, I wept
I'm tryna fight back tears, flood on my doorsteps
Life a livin' hell, puddles of blood in the streets
Shooters on top of the building, government aid ain't relief
Earthquake, the body dropped, the ground breaks
The poor run with smoke lungs and Scarface
Who need a hero? (Hero)
You need a hero, look in the mirror, there go your hero
Who on the front lines at ground zero? (Hero)
My heart don't skip a beat, even when hard times bumps the needle
Mass destruction and mass corruption, the souls of sufferin' men
Clutchin' on deaf ears again, rapture's comin'
It's all prophecy and if I gotta be
Sacrificed for the greater good, then that's what it gotta be
[Bridge]
Hey, hey (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Hey, hey (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Hey, hey (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
Hey, hey (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
[Outro]
Just in case my faith go, I'll live by my own law
I'll live by my own law, I'll live by my own
Just in case my faith go, I'll live by my own law
I'll live by my own law, I'll live by my own
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
|
Pray For Me
|
The Weeknd
|
[Intro]
Take you down
What I'm about
Take you down
What I'm about
Take you down
I really wanna take you down
And show you what I'm about
Can I take you down?
Your body, body, oh
Your body, body up and down
[Verse 1]
I'm gonna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes, you get it, babe
You got a lot on your mind, and I wanna ease it up and lick it and slip it in
You do a light scream on that ice cream when I scoop it and dip it in
Unzippin' the tight jeans and that feminine hygiene is magnificent
Tryna show you, girl, I'm different
I get to lickin', and stickin', and lickin', and stickin' it
'Til the pussy get too wet and it's drippin'
And splittin' both them legs like dividends
If it ends up how I want it, then you'll end up sittin' all over my bottom lip, baby
The feelin' of fuckin' you, feelings all up in you
Make it hard for you to bottle 'em, baby
This dick is too big just to swallow it, baby
But still you do it like it's Thanksgiving
And you gobblin', gobblin', gobblin', gobblin', baby
Like what's a goon to a goblin, baby?
That pussy hotter than the summer June in Metropolis, baby
No hidin' it, baby
She know what it is when I come around
Let me take you down
[Pre-Chorus]
It ain't my first time, but baby girl, let's get it in, yeah (Let's get it in, yeah)
Bump and grind, already know (You already know)
I wanna take you down again (Know I wanna take you down again)
Hit that rewind button, oh-oh (Oh-oh)
[Chorus]
Now let me take you down
Really wanna take you down, you down, you down (Ooh)
Take you down (Yes, I do), right now (Right now)
You know I know how (Oh-woah)
[Verse 2]
Come put that shit all on top of me, baby
I'm the one they feelin', so they copy me, baby
Got it copywritten, that's my property, baby
And the way that she whip it, it's drivin' me crazy (Huh)
Think I've been hittin' the lottery, baby
Buy you a Wraith, I'ma give you my safe
Put you in apartments, you parkin' in places
Yeah, that's the real-life Monopoly, baby
We got all night to get it right, babe
So let me play
We got our whole damn life, baby
So here we are, all alone in this room
Girl, you know what I came to do
Know you got me on your radio, playin' old school CB
It's just me and you
[Pre-Chorus]
It ain't my first time, but baby girl, let's get it in, yeah (Oh-woah, we gon' get it)
Bump and grind, already know (You already know it)
I wanna take you down again (Oh-woah)
Hit that rewind button, oh-oh (Woah, oh)
[Chorus]
Now let me take you down
Really wanna take you down (I wanna take you down), you down, you down (Ooh)
Take you down, right now (Right now)
You know I know how (I know how), ooh
[Outro]
Ooh, yeah, love
I promise not to give it to nobody, babe (You know I)
And promise you won't give it to nobody, babe (Know I)
And promise when you promise, keep them promises (Yeah, yeah)
I promise not to give it to nobody, babe (Ooh, woah)
And promise you won't give it to nobody, babe (Oh)
And promise when you promise, keep them promises (Woah)
I promise not to give it to nobody, babe (If you feel me, let me hear you say)
I promise not to give it to nobody, babe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And promise you won't give it to nobody, babe (Ooh, ooh)
And promise when you promise, keep them promises (Woah)
I promise not to give it to nobody, babe (Keep your promises)
I promise not to give it to nobody, babe
And promise you won't give it to nobody, babe
And promise when you promise, keep them promises
I prom—
|
The Take
|
Tory Lanez
|
[Produced by Andrew "Pop" Wansel]
[Intro]
Just keepin' it honest
You wouldn't want a young nigga if I wasn't whippin' this foreign
That's why I came back, top down
[Pre-Chorus]
You gon' have to do more than just (Say it)
You gon' have to do less when you (Do it)
So mama you know I (Show it)
Always want you to (Prove it)
You gon' have to do more than just (Say it)
You gon' have to do less when you (Do it)
So mama you know I (Show it)
So you gon' need to more than just (Prove it)
[Chorus]
And you know, you know
And you know, in this foreign car, let it go
And you know, you know
And you know, in this foreign car, let you know
[Verse 1]
How you know that I want you?
And you want me?
But I now know
You know I know that this ain't right
'Cause you want me cause I got dough
Ever since you walked in inside my foreign, slam my door
You know I know that you been on it
But I been on it on the low
[Bridge]
So let a young nigga get down on it, yeah
Love when you spin 'round on it, yeah
Even though a young nigga want you
Shawty, I promise the truth
And when I come down on it, yeah
You love when I'm down on it, yeah
Fuck around, spend time on it, yeah
That's why I came back top down
[Verse 2]
Gots to break it down for you to let you know
You know it's things you know I’m down for
Ain't gon' act like you ain't 'bout my dough
You know I know, but girl, you know I'm down for
Take your time to find you
I won't hesitate to take the time to waste, no, baby
Bringin' out the foreign out to play
You know it’s things it takes
[Outro]
Say it, baby, do it, baby
Show it, baby, prove it, baby
Say it, baby, do it, baby
Show it, baby, prove it, baby
All I'm tryin' to say
I just wanna see your body move in different ways
All I wanna do is come close to you
You make me come through, I get so close to you
|
Say It
|
Tory Lanez
|
[Verse 1]
We ah sip the Henny for the day baby
Bad man, we no stray baby
Oops I done fell for your way baby
I know girl but, everyone falls...
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know from the first time, the first time
I seen your love, you got me baby
Even though girl I know that I will fall for you
You got to know that everyone falls
Oops I done fell so deep baby
Oops I want you for me baby
Oops I want you for me baby
Oops I done fell so deep cause...
[Chorus]
Everyone falls in love sometimes
I don't know 'bout you but it ain't a crime
Neefi let me love you, love you, love you for long time baby
Neefi let me touch you, neefi let me love you 'til the morning, oh
[Post-Chorus]
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
[Verse 2]
We ah sip that Henny for the day baby
Come my, my way baby
Top down on the highway baby
And if you let me love you, wait
Shawty she ain't even got a visa
Out of town, one night teaser
Need to tell them other niggas ease up
I'm falling but everyone falls
[Pre-Chorus]
And I know from the first time, the first time
I seen your love, you got me baby
Even though girl I know that I will fall for you
You got to know that everyone falls
Oops I done fell too deep baby
Oops I think you got me baby
Oops I want you for me baby
I'm fallin' but
(But everyone falls...)
[Post-Chorus]
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm
[Bridge]
And if you want me
And if you let me love you now
It's true what I need
Is someone for love me right now
It's true I'm a freak
It's time to love you now
And if you want me
I'm falling
[Post-Chorus]
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me touch you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you
Mmm, ah, mmm, ah, mmm, if you let me love you, yeah
|
LUV
|
Tory Lanez
|
[Intro]
What
You and me will always be tight
Family every single day and night
Even when you starts acting like a fool
You know I'm loving every single thing you do
[Verse 1]
Fuckin' you made me proud of me
'Cause I know that you doubted me
Even told me I would never get wit' ya
Told me I could never get wit' ya
But this pride in me
Wouldn't let you slide by me
That's when I came back 'round
I played my game with no respect, I finessed ya to make me seem down but
I finessed ya, it was all a stresser
I was your nigga, messed up, fucked your head up
Shoulda never came 'round
You let me in and I let you down
I was wrong 'cause I fucked up the game, baby
Your name crazy in the streets, got 'em sayin' things
My pride was the cause of it all
I apologize for the flaws in it all, wrongs in it all, 'cause
[Chorus]
You and me... always be tight
Family every single day and... uh
And even when I starts actin' like a fool
Somehow I always can fall back on you
I know my pride, ain't always like myself
It's hurtin' you more than anybody else
And every day, what I try not to do
Is let my pride get between me and you
[Verse 2]
Baby, I shoulda listened when you told me
I would do better as a homie, yeah
Right there, I shoulda took a note
But pride was buggin' on me
I shouldn't, I shouldn't make excuses now
'Cause I know that it's useless now
You know what the truth is now
You swear you know how I do shit now
So I'll be gone 'til November
Talkin' old Timberlands in the winter
With this .5 on my side and my .40
You moved on but you still are my shawty
I don't wanna lie because I'm right wit' ya
You always pick me up, I don't get ya
I been tryna find your heart, I'm still tryin'
You can find someone else but you're still mine, 'cause
[Chorus]
You and me... always be tight
Family every single day and... uh
And even when I starts actin' like a fool
Somehow I always can fall back on you
Know my pride, ain't always like myself
It's hurtin' you more than anybody else
And every day, what I try not to do
Is let my pride get between me and you
|
Proud Family
|
Tory Lanez
|
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (Fantom)
[Verse]
Smokin' on packs, preferably Black Leprachaun
All of these hoes, they on my arm
All of these bitches, they know I'm a don
Stuntin' on the bitches, come back to the 6s
I spit 3s like I'm playin' with the Sixers
Bad bitch like she playin' with the mixes
Bad bitches keep playin' with my jig, uh
Bad bitch wanna get on my Insta'
Told the bitch to keep chillin' and keep quiet
I got bad bitches tryna get by
Don't chill for a nigga get violent
I got bad bitches and they comin' wildin'
Ayy, I see a motherfucker smilin'
Twenty-thousand bad bitches on an island
Twenty-thousand bad bitches goin' private, mm
Shе make it clap, I got the strap
Twenty-onе gats, feel like I'm Savage
Twenty-one bitches and none of them average
I'm gon' fuck me tonight me a bad bitch
I don't give a fuck about niggas
I don't give a fuck about hoes
I don't give a fuck 'bout your bros
I don't give a fuck 'bout your tours
Your hoes, your manicure, pedicure, toes (Fantom)
I'm comin' on the block with the rocks
Twenty-inch Glocks in my socks
Niggas keep blowin' that crazy-ass shit
If I go to jail, I'ma keep it locked in the sock
I got that from Ken, all of my hoes, they spend
On me all at the mall, I'm bendin' Benzes
Twenty-inch rims on my Enzos
Bitches is coming to the mall and they goin' in frenzies
Lookin' at Tory, look at my story
All of these bitches they look at me growin' up fast like a nigga was forty
I don't even know what I'm sayin', but tonight I'm 'bout to take y'all bitches and have me an orgy
|
She Make It Clap Freestyle
|
Tory Lanez
|
[Verse 1]
I took my drugs and took my lovin' when I left out the spot
I left the party with a Barbie, marking X on the dot
She calls my phone up, but I told her, "I'm a loner" (Uh)
But she likes my watch and my droptop and my persona (Uh)
We hit the highway, one-five-five with my whole foot on the dash
She's in my ear, she's got no fear, she could care less if we crash
[Pre-Chorus]
But on my radar, I've got some nerve to play hard
I waited for my chance, but playboys, we don't dance, dance, dance
[Chorus]
I lost my heart (Uh)
Speedin' car, goin' ninety in the rain
Shе took my heart, filled it with nothin' but pain
This beat in my dancе is not for romance
I wanna stay, but playboys, we don't dance, dance, dance (I)
[Post-Chorus]
So I won't dance again (I), oh, baby
No, I won't dance again (That's why), oh yeah (Uh)
No, I won't dance again (I)
No, I won't dance again
Pretty baby, ooh
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
Uh
Face in the daylight, wastin' time on the stars in the sky
She's got my pager, blankets of love fall on my eyes
Then I'm reminded, love don't come 'til you find it
I just hope that it's workin', I'm yearnin', I'm searchin', uh
The afterparty was on Wilson and 73rd
You got the notion that somebody else was with me first
[Pre-Chorus]
But on my radar, you had some nerve to play hard
You took away my chance, but playboys, we don't dance, dance, dance
[Chorus]
I lost my heart (Uh)
Speedin' car goin' ninety in the rain
She took my heart, filled it with nothin' but pain
This beat in my dance is not for romance
I wanna stay, but playboys, we don't dance, dance, dance (I)
|
The Color Violet
|
Tory Lanez
|
[Intro]
Alright, cool
Got it on smash
(Yeah) Yeah
[Chorus]
Talk to me, baby (Talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me, baby (Talk)
You's a prissy little missy, baby
I got one night for you, baby (Yeah)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor, oh
[Verse 1]
Talk to me, baby (Talk)
Work it, take the shift off for me, baby (Alright)
I drive the whip you bought for me, baby (Brr)
You know I got a lotta opps on me, baby
I whip around the corner in the whip (Whip)
Shout out Rafaello, man I love the drip, drip (Drip, drip)
80 pointers on my wrist (Ooh)
I'm hella rich and I love to talk shit, so
[Post-Chorus]
Let her go, go, go, go (Yeah)
Go, go, go, go (What?)
Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go
Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can make that pussy talk back (What?)
I can spoil you wit' these big racks (Racks)
She got good head (Head) and she eat her cornbread (Cornbread)
The Wraith red, Ben Frank, my friends dead (Yeah)
I don't wanna miss it, all of the money, I don't wanna kiss you
The pussy official, I fuck her one time and her face in a pillow
It's a one night ting, my diamonds fighting
This not no Breitling, that pussy biting
I tell her to talk to me (Talk to me)
The plug gon' walk with me (Plug)
Ooh, she bougie, she busy (Busy)
Fuck it, might buy her a Bentley (Bentley, fuck it)
Go (Go), go to the floor and pick up (And pick up)
She callin' my phone, might pick up (Brr)
She too bad, I might miss her (Rich)
[Post-Chorus]
Let her go, go, go, go (Yeah)
Go, go, go, go
Girl, I'll race you to the floor, tell her go
Tell the crew, I got money, I'm the one you wanna know
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TAlk tO Me
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Tory Lanez
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[Intro]
Fargo, get on some real yard shit come in on it like this
[Chorus]
No one gyal can satisfy me
Mi need more fuel for the lime green
Mi nuh know one gyal can deny me
Mi know seh mi chain shiny but why pree?
[Verse]
Mi a controlla, young soldier, once over
Any man ah diss we ah get slumped over
Nuh fi scared of the ting, gyal come closer
You need fi come over
Bad man we nuh watch that
Even when mi need fi watch that
I got my gun on me
If mi ever need fi shot that
One time, yeah
One time for the rude boy, yeah, you know that
Hundred down on the new toy and you know that
I've been lookin' for you, baby
You need somebody wavy
300 down on the Wraith, I bought the whole thing
Young nigga gettin' this cake, it's not a joke ting
I'm that nigga and I'm wavy
These hoes never 'bout to play me, okay
And nuh wait for the ting, she ah push pon it
But I'm on it, shawty up on it
Come bruk it down and
Baby, I'm on it
Top down in the mornin', tell me you want it
She be fuckin' for a come up, I got no condoms
Hit my nigga on the low, "Ray, go get the condoms"
We poppin', we got the hoes, they pullin' up on us
But still I'ma keep it low 'cause shawty know I got it
Shawty know I'm on it
Pull up upon mi wanna rub up upon pon mi
Come fuck with the top shotta
Money on me
No, no likkle man can harm me
I'm on it
You know I got it on me but wait gyal
[Refrain]
I've been lookin' for you, baby
You know that a nigga wavy
Top down in the Mercedes
Drop down for a young nigga, yeah-yeah-yeah
I've been lookin' for you, baby
You know that a nigga wavy
Top down in the Mercedes, yeah
[Chorus]
No one gyal can satisfy me
Mi need more fuel for the lime green
Mi nuh know one gyal can deny me
Mi know seh mi chain shiny but why pree?
No one gyal can satisfy me
I need some fuel for the lime green
If we ah fuck gyal like you ah fuck man, you can't call man grimy
[Outro]
No-no, but wait, but wait
She ah go let me fuck soon
Wait, just wait
Uh-no-no
Why dem haffi break this ting down?
Yeah, Fargo
No one gyal can satisfy me
Mi need more fuel for the lime green
I'm smokin' on lava and pine tree
Them hoes, they can never deny me
And I need fi know all that you need me for
You're the one that I want in the club
After all, don't you see these hoes?
Nothin' like you, nothin' like you, nothin' like you
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Controlla (Remix)
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Tory Lanez
|
[Prod. by Mr. Punisher, Ozhora Miyagi, Play Picasso & Tory Lanez]
[Intro]
You know
I walk in the club on 2
My girl Giuseppe game's on CSI
Shit crazy
It's Fargo baby
Grab your bitch
I just stepped in
[Chorus]
We all in Margiela
I'm the new Tony Montana, nigga
These niggas is jealous
They just can't understand a nigga, no
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
We movin' Diego, Diego
They move on my say so, my say so
.30 on my hip, nuevo
Just made a hunnid, I need eight more
[Verse 1]
Tony Montana
They call me Tony Montana, nigga
Smokin' the 'ponic
Sharper than the door on my Phantom, nigga, hey
I'm whippin' the dough on the top like I'm droppin' like Mitch, yeah
The work, it just dropped on the scale and it popped like a fish
Tony Montana, that's Tony Montana
I'm duckin' and dodgin' the camera
'Cause they know that we glamorous
Yeah, I know I know, hydro I blow
I smoke, I smoke, I won't lie
[Pre-Chorus]
We movin' Diego, Diego
They move on my say so, my say so
I'm Tony Montana it's okay though
Just made a hunnid, I need eight more
[Verse 2]
Tony Montana, they call me Tony Montana, nigga
Just call up the plug and tell him I'll be out there, nigga
I'm smokin' the dope, and this shit might be it for me, hey
I got a new mama, she flew in from Italy
Tony Montana, they call me Tony Montana, nigga
You know that you rich when you got it and don't Instagram it, nigga
Show me the camera, show me the camera, nigga
I'm Tony Montana, fuck it up and go hit Atlanta, nigga
[Pre-Chorus]
We movin' Diego, Diego
They move from my say so, my say so
I'm Tony Montana it's okay though
Just made a hunnid, I need eight more
[Chorus]
We all in Margiela
I'm the new Tony Montana, nigga
These niggas is jealous
They just can't understand a nigga, no
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
We movin' Diego, Diego
They move from my say so, my say so
.30 on my hip, nuevo
Just made a hunnid, I need eight more
[Outro]
Check me, huh, ay
I said check, nigga
That's a technical foul, fuck boy
Umbrella, let's get it
Check me
My nigga Kellz got a check, nigga
My nigga Jay got a tech, nigga
Now you tell me who the best nigga
I'm the reason why them niggas hatin' and they out the six
25 Berretta pinkish hollow tips
I just signed a deal for a couple mill
I guess you ain't the only one that got the hits
Nigga, I'm a young rich nigga and you know that
Pull up on Kellz tell him zoe that
Stomp a nigga like I'm wit' The Franchize Boyz
And some white T's and you a fuckin' throwback, pussy
Nigga, you a muh'fuckin' catty
I'm a real ass nigga from the T.O
Got my Haitian bitches cookin' up griot
And a neyo, that's for my 'migo, hol' up
I gotta represent, .40 on my side it's a F&N
Nigga talkin' shit, he'll go hella 'fense
We gon' go nuts, no elephants
Nigga, I'm a real ass nigga and it's evident
You never livin' I'ma rub it in
Got a gang, throw it for the revenue
Gated community for my residents, ayy
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Diego
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Tory Lanez
|
[Verse 1]
Shawty, you know that a nigga won't lie
Came into my house, I had to bust it like a whole pie
I know she the bomb, she hit bong like a smoka
She pass me that white, I say, "I don't do no coca"
Fuck up out my trap house, my trap house, that's no lie
Kick you out my trap house, my trap house, that's no lie
Hop inside that foreign whip on Ocean, hit the whole drive
I would say you ballin' but I see you in that O-5
I pull couple bands from that stash, she get more fire
Hard to see these other niggas in here, they in Lo-Fi
Shawty, I'm the man, I'm the man and I won't lie
Don't come to my crib if you ain't fuckin'
Shawty, that's that shit I don't like
Open up my IG, bitches tellin' more lies
See them out in real life, niggas don't get no guap
Pop a couple bands though, uno, dos and four knots
Fuck up off of my dick, no bitch, yo bitch on my whole jock
[Pre-Chorus]
All my guys, I just came with
Bunch of girls on me, it look like I just came in
Oh my gosh, whip's foreign
Through the dot, to my spot, all I want is
You
(Are you comin'?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(To the crib)
You
(Know I want it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You
(Are you comin'?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(To the crib)
You
(Know I want it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Bring your friend around, yeah
Bring your friends around, yeah
Let's play ring around the Rosé
Ring around the Rosé
Bring your friend around, yeah
Bring your friends around, yeah
Let's play ring around the Rosé
Ring around the Rosé
Aw babe, aw babe
Ring around the Rosé
Aw babe
Let's play ring around the Rosé
Aw babe, aw babe
Aw, let's play ring around the Rosé
[Verse 2]
Y'all know that I'm the hottest nigga out my city
I stunt, don't front, don't give a fuck 'bout what your bitch say
You see us on and yeah, we poppin' bitch, we been paid
And you know I ain't showin' up unless I'm gettin' paid
Bitch, get the fuck out of my motherfuckin' trap house
It's some reasons why I had to kick your ass out
You not turnt, bitch, you not lit, you 'bout to pass out
It's the worst time for that shit, I'm 'bout to cash out
Fargo
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Traphouse
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Tory Lanez
|
[Intro]
It's one of the crazier stories we’ve heard of, guys (I know)
As it's unfolding it's like—Fuck Tory Lanez, okay? Now, I’m from Houston, and he's from, bro
And to think that the whole night unfolded on social media
You are the alleged shooter of Megan Thee Stallion
Instagram, in the pool with Kylie Jenner
Was she backtracking with what she said originally?
You know, maybe that's why we don't have a report
Donkey of the day
Some bitches tryna take up for Tory and, "It's more to the story," bitch, it ain't-there ain't nothing to the story
Tory Lanez got a lot of bad press
Serious, he's gon’ get deported
Donkey of the day for Friday August 21st goes to Daystar Peterson
So they got pulled over and she had been shot already, great
Well, hold up—
Donkey of the Day
What I’m looking like, he looking at the police and then shot her?
Niggas like that, you a sucker, he's the king sucker, he’s the-he's the biggest sucker in the industry (Facts)
We gotta talk about Tory Lanez and Megan Thee Stallion
Kaash is looking for you, dawg
Because the police came out saying, "We didn't even know she was shot"
Guess who I believe? Megan
The best thing for Tory Lanez is for real, he needs to just begone
[Interlude]
I'm done with this, you gotta know the truth
[Verse]
Ayy, they rather see me in the cell
Like how he posted out with thirty thousand dollar bail?
I’m the GOAT, y'all niggas know I made that dope float on the scale
I had them hoes goin' crazy, fiends crackin', goin' pale
They know I'm real, I got that flow, it's on sale if you need a rush
Coke blowin' out my fiend's nose like the speaker bus
Ho caught me D'd up, talk down, we T'ing up
Megan people tryna frame me for a shootin'
But them boys ain't clean enough
I see how they teamin' up, watchin' and I'm calculatin'
Gotta keep it quiet, I can't jeopardize the outcome waitin'
Seein' certain niggas hatin', like, how this nigga hatin'?
I done gave these people so much features, made these niggas famous
They was on the blog sayin' I'm canceled from this entertainment
I was on that Spotify like thirty million monthly listeners, I'm fuckin' goin' crazy
And my fans support me brazy, everythin' I do is for you, I promise I'll be on it daily
I got nothin' but love to spread, but niggas hate me
Hurt my heart to see them Twitter fingers come from Kehlani's and Kaash Paige's
But I flipped the switch, I'm grippin' money at that fast pace
And don't ask me for shit when it get real, that's my last favor
Can't cry now 'cause I'ma laugh later
Girl, you had the nerve to write that statement on that affidavit
Knowin' I ain't do it but I'm comin' at my truest
Tryna keep this shit two hunnid with you, shorty, I can prove it
But them people in yo ear, they the true ones that I fear
They really got you thinkin' Tory Lanez would do you in, for real
Don't forget you was my bitch, I held it down and kept it real
I would never paint no fake picture of you just for some mills
And I thought that you was solid too, but look at how you doin' me
Look at how you doin' me, people tryna ruin me
And what's even worse is I'm still thinkin' about you and me
How you goin' live my birthday with all your jewelry to try to make some fool of me?
But I love you hard so I'm gon' cool it, B
'Cause I was coolin' right with Cuban, B, that was a stupid me
Somehow I'm still down to renegotiate the unity
My heart in some foolery, this shit is just confusin' me
I'm goin' through these phases, but I gotta stack that paper
And the real estate niggas hatin', took me off that application
But when they took that from me, they really took that from my baby
What the fuck I'm finna say to his old lady?
What the fuck y'all mean, my son don't need a house?
My baby momma don't need safety?
And even though I got the payment, the real estate niggas still hatin'
'Cause he watchin' me all on the news, but I ain't charged with no cases
Say the owner say my case is lookin' crazy, how the fuck that even make sense?
New times turn to past tense
All I want is straight cash, niggas say I lack sense
Star player, hearin' lies comin' from the back bench
Kill or be killed, that's the reason I don't have friends
Niggas lyin' on the crodie, niggas sayin' I'm deported
Oh, now I'm 5'3"? Niggas sayin' I'm a shorty
But lil' bitch I'm 5'7", money on me side-steppin'
And if I stand on my wallet, you can see my thighs in Heaven
One Umbrella gang and when we come back, don't you try reppin'
'Fore I let these niggas breathe, I gotta teach a couple lessons
Gotta see a couple questions: how the fuck you get shot in your foot, don't hit no bones or tendons?
How the fuck your team is tryna to paint me as some whole menace?
I just lost like ten million dollars because this cold business
But I got like ten million followers that's gon' roll with me
Fans that support me 'cause they know my heart
So I don't give a damn if shorty know Jigga
I was taught to beat the block
Eeny, meeny, miney in these streets, and so my Nina cocked
Niggas, y'all can play me, y'all can frame me, but I'ma reach the top
I would never put you in no danger, and if I did, you would've said it when you seen the cops
[Chorus]
Ayy, Lamborghini bands and they comin' out the floor
Fff, hit the fan when I'm pullin' out the dough-oh
I would never fall out with niggas over hoes, ayy
Money over fall outs, my nigga, that's the code-oh
Santorini bands when I pull up to the coast
Better have my bands when I pull up to the door-oh
Niggas can't believe I done pulled up in a Ghost
And I don't ever wanna fuck with y'all no more, G
[Outro]
I got bad bitches tryna have a orgy
Keep umbrellas for the days it get stormy
I pour the Henny for my niggas, that's before me
My outfit fly, you gotta seat out by the floor seats
She tatted me all on her face 'cause she adore me
They talkin' petty 'bout me but they lookin' corny
I had to fight for mine, nigga, you were sworn in
And God bless me when I wake up every mornin'
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Money Over Fallouts
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Tory Lanez
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[Intro]
You don't know my
[Verse 1]
Makin' love to the beat so slow
Makin' love to the beat, girl, it sounds so slow
Come and fuck wit' a G, girl, you already know
I got a hunnid on me for the night
Shawty, don't you leave for the night
No, you don't know my name
Lately, all these bitches want is my fame
You don't know that you the one on my brain
I hit you with that late night text when I'm on the road
Girl, you know I'm tryna vibe wit' you
When you come into my city, I'ma slide wit' you
Side bitch droppin', pussy pop whenever I'm wit' you
Girl, you might've heard my songs, but you don't
(You don't know my name)
Girl, I got a thing for you
Hustle with them dealers when it's time to get that bling for you
Knock it out the ring for you
Whoa, shawty, you know
Can I get a ring from you?
On the phone or a message, just somethin'
Can we get past all these one-word discussions?
I need to know, girl, I need to know somethin' (And I swear it, baby)
[Chorus]
'Cause you don't know my name
You don't know my name
'Cause you don't know my name, whoa
You don't know my name
'Cause you don't know my name (You don't know my name)
You don't know my name (You don't know my name)
'Cause you don't know my name
(And I swear it, baby)
[Verse 2]
Girl, it's obvious you got some problems
It's obvious you got some issues
What if God sent me all in your life
And it's obvious I'm here to fix you?
When I can't go no longer, I need someone stronger
To hold on to get through
And I stay by your side, girl, you know I'ma ride
And come to your rescue
You say that you know my name, the songs that I sing
The set that I bang, the shit that I claim
You don't know 'bout me, I've noticed
But you gon' know 'bout me, I know this
[Verse 3]
I fell in love with somebody, who doesn't even know my name
Know my name, no, no
And I know this, I'm ashamed
By my name, I'm not talkin' 'bout the name you call me, I'm talkin' 'bout who I am
And I know you don't know my name (You don't know my)
She knows the songs that I sing, all the shit that I claim
And even the set that I bang, but I'm certain she don't know
I'm tryna figure it out, but if she's walkin' out
She will never know my name, can't let her go
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N.A.M.E.
|
Tory Lanez
|
[Intro]
Do, you do
You do, you do
You do, you do
You do
[Verse 1]
She used to work at King of Diamonds on a Monday
Only hit the club on Saturday and Sunday
I used to pull up every week, you should've seen her
The way she did it, nobody could do it cleaner
I seen her in the suit for my birthday
And I can tell you the reason these niggas thirsty
Lil' mama getting it in all on her worst day
Lil' mama getting it in, she fit the school and the gym into her workday
I'm sprung, she got me doing the dishes
Held a nigga down when the clip was to an extension
You so bad, yeah, you so vicious
I'm so glad that you not his chick
She wanted a nigga and got the right one
I wanted to bag, she lookin' like fun
Pull up on me, baby, and spend the night, ah
They sayin' I'm sprung, they right
[Chorus]
I can't let you go without me
Ayy, shawty got me (Ooh)
Wait, now lil' mama tryna lock me (Ooh)
It can't be nobody if it's not me (Ooh)
I'm in the same spot that you dropped me
I can't let you go without me
Ayy, shawty got me
Wait, now lil' mama tryna lock me (Ooh)
It can't be nobody if it's not me (Ooh)
I'm in the same spot that you dropped me
You, you, do, do, do
You sprung me, baby, I sprung you too
Too, too, too, too, too
You undone me, baby, I'ma undo
You, you, do, do, do
I like a bust it baby, I'ma buss' you too
You do too, too, too
I'm sprung and it's true, 'cause
[Verse 2]
Ooh, you did it, ooh, did it, you
I already know what it takes to get into you
Ooh, bring it back
She put that pussy on me, she know how to make it clap, make it clap
I make it clap, yo, I make it clap, yo
I have them haters asking, "How you up in that Rolls?"
And how them umbrellas coming out of locked doors?
How the front doors open up like the back doors?
I'll be like, "You ain't rich enough
You ain't got my bitch in a Lamborghini, bikini, on the beach sittin' up"
Now you bitching up, now your bitch with us
She said, "That champagne nasty," spit it up
Tory took one line and made a hot song
Now the chicks want tapes, I am not gone
But it's been five times, you ain't catch on
Maybe on the next song
[Bridge]
I'm sprung, dawg she got me
Got me doing things I'll never do
If you ain't been, I'm telling you
I'm sprung, dawg she got me
Got me doing things I'll never do
If you ain't been, I'm telling you
[Outro]
You're so sexy to me
Sexy to me
Give a damn who your ex be
I be flyin' to you jet speed
You sexy
Make me wanna get messy
Make me wanna give it to you all day, all night
In the broad light, give a damn who catch me
You sexy
Sprung, girl, you get me
Got me doing things I never do
And it's true
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Jerry Sprunger
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Tory Lanez
|
[Pre-Chorus]
Just hit a fifth of the bottle
And I'm in for it, I'm in for it
You brought your girl and she ridin'
But I'm in for it, I'm in for it
Call over your home girls, tell 'em I'm on it
No more excuses, you always do this
I know what I want, I know what I want
No more excuses, no more excuses
[Chorus]
Shawty, I want, shawty, I want
Whatever you want, whatever you want
Shawty, I want, shawty, I want
Whatever you want, whatever you want
[Verse 1]
Well, a nigga gotta get more, big game in a lil bit
I need, tall money and a lil bitch, come on
Kick game on Liu Kang
And my, whip game on Bruce Wayne, huh
I’m coolin' while I’m flickin' a cigar
Tell them bitches by the bar, they can fit up in my car
And shawty wanna kick it with a star
Her friend and ménage, she gon' get it all if she hop in, huh
Ridin' around town, ten bandos in this Moncler, now they wanna talk
Ridin' around town in a brand new CLA Mercedes, that I just bought
Ridin' around with a stainless, new .40 I got it for shawty
Ridin' around town with lil mama 'cause she know that I got her
As long as you are down to fuck with a nigga, let's get it
I conquered, I hit it, I did it
You want me, I want you, let's get it, let's get it
I put shit down, fuck with your nigga, you with it
You with it, I'm with it
Just say that you with it, oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Just hit a fifth of the bottle
And I'm in for it, I'm in for it
You and your girls in there ridin'
So I'm in for it, I'm in for it
Call over your home girls, tell 'em I'm on it
No more excuses, you always do this
I know what I want, I know what I want
No more excuses, no more excuses
[Verse 2]
You a lil' freaky, you be sendin' me the pictures on the phone
Hit a nigga late night, tellin' me you tryna get it on
Don't waste a nigga time, don't waste a nigga time we grown, baby girl
There's a lot of girls, there's a lot of girls in my phone
[Voicemail]
Call me back when you can
I was just at work and now I just finished
So when you are not busy, just call me
At least before like, I fall asleep
[Verse 3]
Might drop a 10 in the 4
I'm so offended
I thought that you knew this before
I'm so offended, I'm so offended
I'll come through on the low
I'm so offended
I'm so offended for thinkin' that you would've known
How could you have known?
And those diamonds are really bright
I'm on my Goldeneye
I don't wanna talk to you
I might roll the dice
I want a bad bitch now
Need a bad bitch now
She a bad lil one, bad lil one
She's all that I want, she's all that I need
All that I got, checkin' for me, yeah
Might drop a 10 in the 4
I'm so offended
I thought that you knew this before
I'm so offended, I'm so offended
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In For It
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Tory Lanez
|
[Intro]
Yeah, look
2006, these niggas hated
But I told them I would make it from the bottom
Look, I made this shit possible, baby, I'm back on the shits
My baby looked at me like, "damn it, I hate when you back on the shits"
Looked at it like this
I-I-I gotta stack it and flip
Yeah, this my Fargo shit man
I go, I go missin' for a month and this is what you do
[Verse 1]
Wait, I'ma take y'all way back, way, way back
Before the old school, before the Maybach
Whoever came back
And put the Maple Leaf on the Jays hat
I was on court chillin' with my niggas
On the corner fuckin' with the felons
Wishin' for the Honda Civic
Pacin', smokin' outta staircases in the ceilin'
Dawg, I just want a new job
Want my old girl to get a boob job
Want my new girl to get a new job
Yellin', "2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac"
Two Glocks strapped all up on my waist
For any nigga trippin' around my way
Mini Mac, strapped for haters in the back
In this mini black JanSport backpack
Nigga, matter fact, uh
Rollin' blunts with my nigga Rocky
All we do is go, all we do is go, all we do is go
No, no, ain't shit can stop me
I remember nights, uh
Livin' check to check to check to check
Fuckin' hoes neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck, wait
[Bridge]
(She ain't fuckin' with Fargo)
I don't be stressin' these hoes
Ridin' around with that thing
You shitted on me
[Chorus]
I, I don't be stressin' these hoes
I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it
I do not fuck with you though
You shitted on me
And I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow on you
I can't wait to blow
[Verse 2]
Wait, niggas hatin' on me like I ain't pay for it, I ain't slave for it
Wasn't workin' night to night to day for it
Had to wait for it, had to spend a couple extra days for it
Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Couple bitches that go hand in head
I'm talkin', hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe, wait
Hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe
I heard so-and-so is in your new car
Two friends for my two dawgs
See I love a bitch that got a few flaws
Show my old bitches to my new broads
I got old bitches, I got new hoes
New flows, cars, clothes
Bentley whip, Ferrari doors
I'm Ari Gold in Entourage
I'm fuckin' hoes that's on your squad, uh
Fargo, call me Argentina
Hate to be the reason
Why your dream bitches never get to see ya
Never, ever, ever, ever, ever
Me forever, ever, ever, ever, ever?
Hell yeah, niggas jealous of us
Gettin' hella, hella, hella, hella chedder
Got an elevator in my Hella Yela
Women love me like I'm on the Ellen show
Hella bars for my felon flow
Niggas hella hard hearin' blind to 'em
Gotta hit 'em with that Helen Keller flow
I fucked a lot of bitches, Lord forgive me
Father God, know I did a lot of sinnin'
Now, I'm watchin' every one of my decisions
'Cause I know the fact that even though I’m livin’
Nigga livin’ under 'only God conditions'
So in my position
Gotta mob on the competition
Gotta squab on the opposition
Audemaur got me fuckin’ every damn bitch in there like
“Dawg, dawg, I got all the bitches”
Subtractin’ all you weak hoes
Stack money, money 'til it's all addition, wait
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B.L.O.W.
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Tory Lanez
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[Pre-Chorus]
All I wanna do is go out trappin' with the shooters
Wrist game froze, you should see the way we do it
Sexy little bitch she throwin' titties out the window
You from outta town but you know what we get into
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is go out trappin' with the shooters
Wrist so froze you should see how I been movin'
Shawty said she down enough to flex with all the shooters
Shawty, are you down to give the head to all my shooters, oh
[Verse 1]
I came in, I just pulled it off the lot
Sailing like a pirate how I came in with the yacht
I came up off of trapping off the spot
Tell me if you fuckin' cause it's backups if you're not
I'm just, flexin', to hard, woah
Threesome, sexy two broads, ooh
Every, time I, step out, shit lit
I just, walked in, Heisman, your bitch (straight up)
Boydem tryna catch me with the shooters
Just know I'm down to catch one if you shoot us
And no more puttin' shooters in the Uber
'Cause they can't hop back in it when they
[Verse 2]
I came in, I just pulled up with the slab
She don't know her father but lil' mama call me dad
Go designer shopping, cop it, fucking up the tab
Rich as fuck, my chick thick as fuck, I had to brag
All these, diamonds, on me (woo)
Don't it, get you, horny? (woo)
It's late, but I, can't leave, it's lit
Rollin', top down, my shit, legit (straight up)
Police tryna catch me with the shooters
You not from the ends, you cannot fool us
I caught a felony and beat that shit the next week
I stack it tall, Lisa Leslie cause
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Shooters
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Tory Lanez
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[Intro]
His hair, wack, his gear, wack
His jewelry, wack, his foot stance, wack
The way that he talks, wack
The way that he doesn't even like to smile, wack
Me, I'm tight as fuck
Look
[Verse]
All I'm catchin' is niggas on Twitter, dissin'
And talkin' lies on they lives
I cannot recognize my ex-twin in full disguise
Since I went independent, these niggas want my demise
But I am yeast to the bread, my nigga, watch me rise
I'm watchin' niggas analyze me, how you protectin' me?
But made this whole plan to fry me?
Since the event, you never called me but you can't deny me
If you got shot from behind, how can you identify me?
It's funny how you got these lil' fufu, four plaque, lil' ju-ju niggas talkin' Zulu
I coulda made the shooters make a movie like it's Hulu
But who's these new niggas, talkin', boppin' and poppin' shit
But got less than four accomplishments? I got way more to lose than you do
Uh, watchin' the industry try and ho you
Asian Doll talkin', but shawty, I don't know you
I never met you, nor have I heard a song
And nor have I seen billboards
See your name in any cert or song from out your catalog
Oop, the hat is off
Behind that tatted skin, you battered with scattered scars
But I still respect and help you
Just don't treat me like you see me out in public
And I said, "Fuck it," and tried to disrespect you
JoJo, that was a bozo move
You tryna take me off a song that got you the most views
Got mad love for you, though, your label, they confused
They spent fifty on my feature, they fifty K in the lose right now, yeah
Nigga, play me, nigga, play me 'til the day I get to save me
I'm watchin' mad face and y'all niggas is movin' shady
Delusional, like
Like how that 1942 from Kylie house still got you talkin' crazy
Fuck a hail or handshake from niggas
The past months, the energy been mad fake from niggas
But I'm lifted up, bring Saran Wrap, talents gifted up
And if I drop this shit for a second, I'm back to pick it up
Unapologetically, jumped inside a pool and Kylie's face was lookin' heavenly
And though I'm innocent, they got this picture painted heavily
I pray that God remember me, faith done turn all my situations to a melon tree
Uh, J.R. Smith, it's the pot that piss
And you the last cat that should talk about some shots that hit
'Cause your performance and percentage, player
Rollin', ridin' benches, nigga, I'm from the trenches, nigga
You the type to buy a chick a eighty inch and still won't get a inch up in her
Yeah, I'm at they head, sprayin' hard like a spritzer, nigga
Baggin' niggas' ex bitches off a Insta' picture
Toes rufflin' through the sand like a Kingston nigga
Yeah, contradictions in your lines
With domestic pride crimes, we still have yet to find mines
Any time I brought these bitches up, you stressed it five times
How you try to kill the cat and then forget them nine lives?
I know it so well, I know these niggas so well
Jealous feelings, niggas best at catchin' like they Odell
It's rap niggas out here tellin' Megan she should go tell
But she won't tell the truth 'cause I'll be kicked up in my hotel
When the spiteful live shiesty, it's real trife
You niggas playin' Instagram, I'm playin' real life
Think I'm finna talk about a open case just for some likes?
I promise we done worked too many nights
Please, talkin' nights, we worked on a wage, flippin', turn through the page
We got Bun B on live sayin' I should burn in a cage
In these times of Black lives, he sayin' I should turn to a slave
If C pmiP heard that, then my nigga would have a rage right now
No diss to Pimp and Bun, but you made "Big Pimpin'," son
Pourin' champagne on women faces while they flick they tongue
I'm too young to give you lessons, but I'd like to give you one
Please stay the fuck up out my case, I ain't convicted, son
Chance the Rapp.. (Mmm, mmm), too irrelevant
I replaced his line with, "My chain lookin' Heaven-sent"
Next line, next line, 'cause momma always told me, "Don't you chew that food unless you would eat that shit for a next time"
I made too much money with Roc Nation
For niggas to be thinkin' I can't correlate the fact that it's only niggas out your roster hatin'
Contemplatin' these thoughts in my head
Like, "How the fuck these niggas callin' me, threatenin' me not to make no statements?"
Huh, the nerve nowadays
I'm hittin' certain niggas with the swerve nowadays
Gimme one DreamDoll hit record (Mmm), I'll wait
Ayy, Masika, this your chance, you in every Twitter debate
And every Shade Room comment like common sense ain't common sense
Like we be needin' your two cents and all your vents
Fakin' a kidnappin' for your OnlyFans
And tryna front like missin' kids was your intent
If that's the type of shit you teachin' Khari, then you should sit in a pen'
And watch people disagree in the end
You try to make it facts, but it's a L-I-E in the end
Oh, it ain't funny when it's your turn
When spectators got they lighters out with gasoline and wantin' yo' burn
Fuck a caption, this is facts with no cappin'
When Michael Jackson, Prince got they masters back, what happened?
Tory Lanez got his masters back just now and look what happened?
And Chris Brown, a Black man that changed his life for the right
And still, Black Twitter findin' ways to tear him down and bring him back in
A rapper catch a domestic, y'all start to talk that action
I feel like Famous Amos after all that happened
They want the downfall of every Black man, but I ain't goin'
[Outro]
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
It's like, it's like, you gotta take into account
Most of these niggas got my number, like
You coulda called me, like
You know what I'm sayin', likeIn the most sincere way, you coulda asked, like, nigga, like, "What happened? Did you do it?"
You know, even that woulda been straight to me, you know what I'm sayin', like
I guess I'm just different
But it's all good, nigga, I'ma continue to shine
You niggas could never stop me, nigga
You'll never put my back against the motherfuckin' wall, nigga
As long as my toes in the sand on God's green Earth, nigga
I wear the crown, shinin' notoriously and gloriously
I'm on a whole 'nother set of time, nigga, Super Saiyan five, nigga
Come out swingin', like Broly, you niggas'll never stop me, nigga
'Cause every time y'all niggas throw somethin' at me, nigga
I just keep risin', I never stop, I never back down, nigga
Back to the wall, I stand tall, nigga
Forever Umbrella, uh, uh, Tory, Canada
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
They can't stop me, they can't stop, mmm
They can't stop me, they can't stop
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Sorry But I Had To...
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Tory Lanez
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[Part I]
[Verse]
I hope you find somebody more toxic
And y'all go through way more arguments than we did
Y’all go through way more arguments than needed
You better give him the same fuckin' treatment
I know it's just the intro and this shit get deep but
I’ve got my reasons
I put my work in, it wasn't worth it
My stresses turned you to the person for somebody else
I made you worth it for somebody else
I endured all of your flaws till I broke through all the walls of your guard
Now you're perfect for somebody else
I'm 'bout to call her, bruh, I ain't gon' lie
I know she's somewhere with a good guy, no
She’s out with a guy who push a pretty penny
Her friend just let me know, she said he gets more paper than me, yeah (Damn)
There goes my ego
This shit is weak though
My heart is cold, this shit is brick
My shit is Shaq at the free-throw
Tryna get you back with all these cheap hoes
And you don’t even peep though
I let you take till there was nothing left of me
I seen it all till there was nothing left to see
I know she would leave me when she was tellin' me
’Cause when it's said and done, all I got is these melodies
You wasn't there when I was selling CDs
Juggin' at the TD, I was making CiCi’s
Money comin' out, I'm watchin' it in 3D
You told me I'd be nothing, now I'm on the TV
Fast forward, couple years later, see me, yeah
Come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, bitch
Car futuristic, shit, it come with three seats
Took the last feedback, it don't come with TVs
I stopped wearin' Chrome Hearts and AMIRI jeans
Gettin' too much money and it's bustin' out the seams
Shawty, don't act like I didn't meet you on the scene
I only slept on you because you started sellin' dreams
Oh my God, I don't even know, I'm so ashamed right now
[Part II]
[Intro]
She been fuckin' rich niggas since nineteen (Since nineteen)
No money inside her bags, just drugs and Maybelline (Maybelline)
Seems like money's got you doing anything
Anything, anything
Servin' looks, you deaded me all for the finer things
Fuck me good and then you tellin' me all kinda things
It's like money's got you doing different type of things
Honestly, like I don't know why I did that, but I did, yeah
Girl, I heard you fucked that nigga in some shit I bought you
It hurts to know that that's some different shit I taught you
You left me for someone that was icy
With all that ice, don't you forget you gotta
[Chorus]
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
If it's on the 'Gram, on the TV, yeah
Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
If it's on the 'Gram, on the TV, yeah
Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah
[Verse]
What it's hittin' for? I'm toxic, you know it (You know it)
Even your friends say I'm not shit, and you know it (You know it)
She hops in my double-R, she'd rather cry tears in the stars
And she knows them other guys in the double-R ain't like us
They ain't doing it like us
Movie is playin' and they ain't queuing it like us
Maybe I'm toxic, maybe I'm not shit
You went and found yourself another option
Liquor, I'm gon' sip
Sip until I get depressed in this bitch
Then I'ma call you right up on the flip
Fifty reasons why your nigga ain't shit
Fuck them niggas if I'm not at the top
I go crazy, I'ma make this shit hot
DM your nigga and blow up your spot
Fuck up the relationship that you've got
Fucked it up and now I'm calling you mine
There's no real intention of making you mine
I just don't wanna see you with no one else
Like I'm the only one allowed to move on
(I told you)
I'm a fuckboy for sayin' that shit, girl, I know it
I don't deserve you for playin' that like that, I know it (I know it)
But through these toxic eyes, I see potential
Took advantage of the fact you got to
[Chorus]
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
If it's on the 'Gram, on the TV, yeah
Gonna see me, gonna see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
Come and see me, come and see me, yeah
If it's on the 'Gram, on the TV, yeah
Gonna see me, gonna see me
[Outro]
Want me to call, don't you? Don't you?
Every time that I sing, every time that I sing
You-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
You-ooh-ooh-ooh
Every time that I see you, every time that I see you
Why don't you return my calls?
You trip 'bout, where I be
But you don't come and see me
No, you don't come and see me
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And This Is Just the Intro
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Tory Lanez
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[Verse]
And it goes on
Kill a pussy nigga with his pantyhose on
The gun is equipped for what ever hand it goes on
To kill a backpack nigga with his Jansport on
Geek ass nigga
Dweeb ass nigga
Never had a G-pass nigga
'Bout to ski mask his ass and eat fast nigga
Pull the heat fast and blast
And leave that nigga
With his seat back nigga
I'm a number one nigga in no time
I been waiting for a nigga to give me the showtime
In the jungle waiting for you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown tried, nigga failed both times
I done took ya page to a million in a day
If you ask me, nigga, I'm ya motherfucking cosign
I'ma hit the pussy ass nigga with a clothesline
I'ma have to catch a nigga slipping in my own time
I just took the flame on a private ass plane
Out to Massachusetts, catch this nigga slipping in his hometown
Ya see what go around come around and go around
So I got his hoe going round like it go around
Let these niggas know I'm not the one to toe-to-toe around
Singing ass nigga not the one to leave your hoe around
I'm about to hit him with the end of the K
Word to my niggas in Heaven I'm 'bout to send em away
I'm exhausted I kill this nigga two times
24 hours man this shit been a repetitive day
Nigga tell me is it Joyner Lucas, Lucas Joyner?
I'm the nigga who destroy ya
Coupe deploy ya, label drop ya, who's the lawyer?
Buy ya contract from them back and be who employ ya
Oops, I'm going, who's condoning? Juice and jonesing
Met ya bitch she too conjointed
Tryna ask this pussy ass nigga who the fuck want smoke
But the lightskin niggas in ya crew too spooked to join in
I'm a nasty nigga, then you could ask these nigga
The shotty dumping popping up outta the backseat, nigga
I'm 'bout to leave his body bloody like a maxi, nigga
I tax these niggas, get at these niggas, attack these niggas
The venom is arachne, nigga
I'm 'bout kill da man and da man that done backed these niggas
And blam any man that'll try to dap you niggas
And clap any stan fan that attract you niggas
See ya daddy was a musician that never made it
'Cause when you was born nigga it was you or him
Shattered knowing he would never make it as an artist
And the odds of his life prolly be 2 to 1
But I give it to him 'cause he didn't run
I guess he figured, "man when you look at it in a nutshell
All I got is a failed music career and
My revenge is giving that shit to my son"
Nigga I'ma flossy nigga
They try to toss me nigga
The 45th I get em off me nigga
I block niggas Chris Bosh these niggas
I got figures pish posh to niggas
I dump niggas, jump, criss cross these niggas
The pump leave 'em slumped, in the car seat nigga
The skunk in the trunk was an awkward nigga
That thought he didn't need to have caution with him
A cornball with a Boston fitted
I said hold up my nigga man this shit crazy
You fucked AYLEK$ man that shit crazy
Nigga said he out here running threesomes with the
Nigga that's in court dealing with the kid cases
I'ma hit a stain then I hit a bad one
Pull up on the nigga hold em up for ransom
I got five plaques this year, you did a whole song with Eminem and still don't even have one nigga
Damn, my lil homie that’s a bad one nigga
Really feel bad for you it's a sad one nigga
Hold your head steady maybe you could have one nigga
Hit me for a hook and maybe get a plaque young nigga
Shout go out to Wayno and Ak my nigga
Tomorrow they'll be talking 'bout you got smacked young nigga
From the pack my nigga
I'm keeping this shit a stack, my nigga
That "Litty" verse was wack, my nigga
They go hard my dawg, but I go harder nigga
Atcha head with the fade like a barber nigga
Try to come for the boat and I'ma harbor niggas
Be smart like a Harvard nigga don't start with niggas
And he got a problem with us
But nigga, I know how to solve it nigga
This is my son
I'ma tell 'em like Star Wars, "Lucas, I am your father" nigga
You a perpetrating, work for hire, twerk for payment
Busta Rhyme impersonating, worthless baby, irks him daily
Hurts to say it, burger flipping, birthed in 80s
Tryna be a 90s baby, thirty something tryna chase it
Tryna make it, rocks designer, kinda fakes it
Hates to face it
That he'll never be a nigga that be placed for A-list, niggas damn
Here's what he's thinking right now
"I'm Joyner Lucas, why did I start it with this guy?
Tory Lanez coming back what am I gonna do this time?
They ain't like none of my diss lines
Everybody knows I can spit it in quick time
Even if the lines is as shitty as 6ix9ine's
But this time they ain’t really letting me get by
Fuck I'm finna do with this shit now?
Damn I know this nigga finna be wild
Knowin' this nigga bout to kill me on it OD now
Don't nobody ever wanna book me for a show
I ain't got no songs when I go I spit freestyles
Try to make songs 'bout depression
But nobody ever get it
So I take it out on popping niggas beats now
I ain't never ever trapped
I ain't never slung a gat
But the world don't know so fuck it, I'm a G now"
Man, what the fuck wrong with him?
I know something wrong with him
I got a hundred bunch o' bullets 'bout to put 'em all in him
Nigga walked in with a hundred rounds in him
And he's seen a nigga chicken I was comin' down in it
Glock nine nigga gotta run around with it
I'ma son a nigga, keep it at least one-a-round with it
Backpack niggas ain't sellin' no records
Better dumb it down with it when you come around with it
[Outro]
This shit is easy man
Yo it's crazy nigga
I'm really-, I'm really-, I'm really being very generous, you know?
Like I'm really doing you a favor, it's not a lot of niggas in my status that come down just to, you know, to come down and spank you niggas, pause man
It's crazy, but you know
I'ma do for you what niggas didn't do for me - that's older brother status
So if you blow from this point on, I'm your cosign nigga, you know what it is
Ayy Slow, that's facts right?
Big facts, word to Ralph, nigga, word to big Jevante too, nigga
You know what's going on nigga-, you know what the fuck's going on, nigga
One Umbrella gang, nigga
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Litty Again (Freestyle)
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Tory Lanez
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[Verse 1]
Told her pop that ass for me on a jet ski (On a jet ski)
She said, "I might even lick it if you let me" (If you let me)
You knew I would kill the pussy when you met me
And that's why none of mine can regret me
Oh, yeah oh, yeah
Throw the cash up high, it's all there, yeah
Pop that ass for me on the jet ski
She wanna fuck because the chain, Wayne Gretzky
I would hit it out in public if she let me
I'm tryna fuck her twin sister she gon' let me
I can make the pussy squirt, you wanna bet me
Say I hit that the shit so good she can't forget me
I can't have no bird bitches disrespect me
When you know I curve bitches just for sweating me
I be smoking Presidential, gone elect me
All the white girls wanna give me Becky
All the time a nigga fuck her in a fresh tee
A nigga mad that I'm sav, tryna threaten me
I be balling, need a espy
That's your girlfriend, she my bestie
If you sayin', let's be honest, girl, then let's be
I'm tryna see you and little mama on a jet ski
[Chorus]
Yeah, the real thing
I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing
She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill
Hey, hey
Bad bitches and they want the real thing
I don't wanna do it if it's not the real thing
She don't wanna do it if you ain't got the bill paid
All my boss bitches know I got the bill, hey
[Verse 2]
Fuck her twin sister, now she hate me (Hate hate)
Brrt, brrtt
Please, order up the jet key (Key)
I just changed my number, you can't call or sext me
Have your location on when you address me
Knock it out the park, Ken Griffey
Ooh, ooh, ooh
All these missed calls was never missed, ohh ohh
And a lot of bad bitches with no IG
She don't post, so I know she won't expose me
I'm gone stamp every country on your ID
They can't smoke me, you know they tryna find me
When I give that paper to you and it's crispy
And these Benji Franklin's stacked up in your birkey
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
Fell in love with a nigga drinking codeine
How you gone fall for a nigga drinking creatine
[Verse 3]
I got a thick, thick, thick, white bitch
My shit lit than a bitch and I'm rich
Keep a .40 with extendo on the grip
And know I gotta have it on me because my niggas out here lit
I ain't even know she was your bitch, dawg
She been throwing that shit at me, Micheal Vick, dawg
Steady quarterbacking at the kick off
No pun intended, I just her with the pick
Step up in the mix, shit is lit
I might even stop and pose for a pic
Looking at my ex bitch and she sick, yeah
She don't like that I just pulled up with you
Fuck it, tell a bitch to bust it
I ain't come to t-t-talk, I came to t-t-touch it
She came to s-s-suck me off, then, baby, s-s-suck it
She tryna s-s-send a Snap, but, baby, time to bust it
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Real Thing
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Tory Lanez
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[Intro]
Baby, just give me one
One day and you number one over all them other jawns
Matter of fact, you’d be the only one
Just give me one day
[Chorus]
If you let that ass spend one day with me
You know how this gon' go down when you come over, you know that I'm a freak
Don't you spend one day with me if you ain't 'bout that action
Shawty, if you about that action, show me
Spend one day with me
Are you about it? Spend one day with me
Are you about it? Spend one day with me
You know you spend one day with me
[Verse 1]
I'ma get me out the fuck, I'ma get me out the fuck out the friend zone
I felt her hips then I hope I end up in the end zone
Stay with a group of them girls, but nobody look like her
She leave the crew 'cause she know what I want
Lil mama’s a psychic, yeah, Miami Vice shit, yeah
I’m at the Viceroy, girl, let’s get this night shift, yeah
I got a feeling, yeah, stick with it, talkin' that talk there girl
Soon as you walked in here, all I could think was
[Verse 2]
When I come over, you know that it’s over, you know how I'm gettin' down
I lay your body all over the sofa, you know how I'm gettin' down
Dale que tu puede, all of my Cuban mamis in the buildin'
Super duper, tell the bitch to put the trooper all over my business
Psychic, yeah, she’ll drop a night shift, yeah
Them hoes is sloppy, you know they can't copy even with a right click, yeah
You got a feelin', yeah, droppin' the top on the ceilin', yeah
How can I not when I feel it, yeah? How can you not when you feel the same?
[Outro]
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes, I can tell you wanna fuck
You ain't gotta call me your boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck, I wanna fuck too
You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes, I can tell you wanna fuck
You ain't gotta call me your boo
Just as bad as you wanna fuck, I want some too
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One Day
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Tory Lanez
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[Intro]
Yeah, word to Mazii, nigga (ah)
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Haha
When they swing that way to the right, you swing to the left, you heard?
Papiyerr
[Verse]
Woo, damn
I ain't been broke in a minute, don't get offended
Tore off the bow in a Bentley, fucking your ho in her kidney
Fuck up the city, I do not dance, I jiggy
Gun is tucked under this Fendi
I like it, I spend it, I just came right out the jeweller
The ice on my neck, and my wrist, and my fist, I ain't finished
I was just workin' at Denny's, came back and counted some millions
I ain't no regular civillian
Red, yellow, green, look like my neck a chameleon
Ugh, okay, spin it, ugh
Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute
I hit his bitch, he offended
I'm in Givenchy and Fendi
They let me finish
I cut that Chevy for four day
My scammer bussing bottles off the '08
I cannot cuff, she fucking on my brozay
I'm just gon' fuck her, treat her like a throwaway
Ooh, damn, I ain't been broke in a minute
I'm at the mall out in Venice
I need it, swiping the digits
Calling up Kelz, he did 250 on biddie
It ain't no biggie, uh
Moncler, kick it
Fucked that lil' bih, made a viddie
She wanna leak it
She wanna send it
Ayy, fuck that bitch, my face wasn't in it
Damn, bitch do scams on bitty
Bands in my hands look pretty
Hit another band on the 'gram, I'm litty
When I was broke, man, she fronted, but then I got rich and I hit it
Homie, I don't dance, I jiggy
Weed is so strong, I feel like I'm Popeye off the spinach
I cut the corner and bend it
Bitch, I'm a menace like Dennis
Don't sell me pussy, I need a percentage
If you gon' fuck me, this shit is expensive
Nordstrom Rack, swipe my gift
Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute, ayy (Woo, woo, woo)
[Outro]
I ain't been broke in a minute, damn (Woo)
I ain't been broke in a minute (Woo, woo, woo)
Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute (Woo)
Damn, I ain't been broke in a minute, damn
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Broke In A Minute
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Tory Lanez
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[Pre-Chorus]
Who needs love? (Uh, yeah)
Yeah, who needs love? Ayy
[Chorus]
When I got these diamond VVS's on my neckpiece
Big pointers all in my bezel, call it my bestie
I spent a hundred and thou' and all countin'
Money make me happy every time I count it
Who needs love, when I come around flexin'?
I don't need no lovin' from any one of my exes
I don't need no stressin', phone call, textin'
Don't kiss me, bitch, kiss my necklace
[Post-Chorus]
Who needs love? Ayy
Baby, who needs love? Ayy
[Verse 1]
I got 20/20 vision when I see her
Pulled up in the Lamb', should've pulled up in the BM
Rippers in my denim 'cause a young nigga was flexin'
And if we end it early, baby girl, then it was destined
I even had to stop, answerin' your calls
A nigga had you trappin' with the scammers and the dawgs
Drivin' over border with the hammers in the car
When the cops pulled me over, would've hand it to my dawgs
I mean, who needs love with these hammers in my fists?
And she gon' fuck me over, give a damn about a bitch
Debit, credit cards on me, slammin' in this bitch
Don't wanna take her back, she did the damage in this bitch
Tell me, who needs love?
[Chorus]
When I got these diamond VVS's on my neckpiece
Big pointers all in my bezel, call it my bestie
I spent a hundred and thou' and all countin'
Money make me happy every time I count it
Who needs love, when I come around flexin'?
I don't need no lovin' from any one of my exes
I don't need no stressin', phone call, textin'
Don't kiss me, bitch, kiss my necklace
[Verse 2]
I said, I was doin' wrong back when you was livin' right
Cool a couple milli' sittin' with me on the flight, ayy
Tryna get me back and fuckin' niggas out of spite
And you sittin' on that nigga dick when it don't sit right with ya
Had to tell her, look here though
You could fuck a thousand niggas, only thing that's finna be hurt is your pussy, ho
And if I get at it, baby girl, you know I'm superstar status
Don't you ever try to play me like a rookie, though
Big, big dreams got you sittin' in a mansion
Laid up in my covers while you thinkin' 'bout expansion
Can't believe you even fucked that nigga, he a random
Had me embarrassed to tell the story to the mandem
Shawty, I ain't worried 'bout no nigga drip, I'm drippin' the best
The Cullinan seats orange, 'cause it's drippin' Hermès
No matter what she tellin' you, fuck, I dicked her the best
Fuck the drama, I put dick in her chest, yes
[Chorus]
'Cause when I got these diamond VVS' on my neckpiece
Big pointers all in my bezel, call it my bestie
I spent a hundred and thou' and all countin'
Money make me happy every time I count it
Who needs love, when I come around flexin'?
I don't need no lovin' from any one of my exes
I don't need no stressin', phone call, textin'
Don't kiss me, bitch, kiss my necklace
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Who Needs Love
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Tory Lanez
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[Intro]
Give me just a little bit longer
Give me just a little bit stronger (Goin' down)
Give me just a little big longer
Give me just one more try
[Verse 1]
Uh, oh look at how these niggas tryna ho a young nigga
I came from the bottom of the O
Never had a pot to piss in but I had the stove and got richer
Nigga, you know what we doin', I've been hustlin' to get myself a Cuban
It was all about the butter, I ain't stutter, ain't no Ruben
I got lot of money in the Balmain
Mixing with the Zara anytime I'm steppin' on the go, dog
Tell me why these niggas always hatin', why I always gotta be the one catch it on the low, dog
Nigga down to hit it with the four, dog
Got some O dogs, gotta hit 'em with the road, dog
Double Cartier on my floor, dog
I could say it under oath, dog
Niggas already know
Been the realest, I'ma stay the realest 'til the day I go, dog
[Pre-Chorus]
Give me just a little bit longer
Give me just a little bit stronger
Give me just a little big longer
Give me just one more try
[Chorus]
I dropped us down in the Mulsanne, baby
I swear I always wanted one of these, baby
Remember when I didn't have a thing, baby
I swear man all I had to do was, all I, all I had to do was
Dream baby, dream baby, dream baby
All I had to do was
Dream baby, dream baby, dream baby
All I had to do was
[Verse 2]
Look at the flick of the wrist
I don't see you niggas getting no bigger than this
I got money and it depicting the pic
Women love to fuck a nigga, wanted the kid with the hit
Rollie with the black diamond got the ties in it
I got a first class ticket to put the pies in it
I put a couple of bitches in King of Diamonds
'Cause shit when a nigga ice hit the light it'll hypnotize ya bitch, uh
Niggas need to get they shit straight
Niggas need to get they motherfuckin' shit straight
Niggas love to say I’m broke, how?
I was running around 50 thou' plus a feature named Bieber on the mixtape
I got the glass walls for the crib's sake
I gotta hit her that'll make the crib shake
I gotta take advantage of the chance that I'm granted just to see these hatin' niggas make the sick face, oh
How you love a nigga?
It's either leave it or pimp it if she be fucking niggas
I keep a oven to open over these suckas
I ain't fucking with these niggas
That hated but they say they love a nigga, no
Ain't no time for cosigns
Niggas wasn't givin' it, these niggas was livin' it up
Droppin' the rock, I'm pickin' it up
Robbin' the game, I’m stickin' it up
Flow stingin' like spillin' perox, still in the cut
Still in the cut for niggas think I'm givin' a fuck
Not never, I'm probably the hottest ever
Years nigga, I been on this obscure level
That niggas could never meddle with
We are not the same that's why we could never settle it
Lambo dark gray metal tint, it's evident
I don’t wanna fuck with niggas I know I'm better than
So I think you niggas better just
[Outro]
I said all I wanna do, is
Come up in that coupe
That new Wraith, it got the stars in the roof, ya bitch
All I wanna do, I said all I wanna do
I said all I wanna do (Shawty, know what I want), is
Come up in that coupe (I pull up inside)
That new Wraith, it got the stars in the roof (You know, you know what I want), ya bitch
All I wanna do, I said all I wanna do
I said all I wanna do (Shawty, know what I want), is
Come up in that coupe (I pull up inside)
That new Wraith, it got the stars in the roof (You know, you know what I want), ya bitch
All I wanna do, I said all I wanna do
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' 'round town
I've been rollin', cops patrollin', strollin' 'round town
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' 'round
I've been rollin', cops patrollin', we keep rollin' down
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To D.R.E.A.M.
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Tory Lanez
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[Part I]
[Intro]
Astro, yeah
[Verse]
Sun is down, freezin' cold
That's how we already know, winter's here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That's just all he know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goin' on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
[Part II]
[Verse 1]
(Woo) Made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot (Gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it's 4 a.m. and I'm back up poppin' with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
And they chokin', man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
[Refrain]
Some-some-some-someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak (Someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Play-play-playin' for keeps, don't play us for weak
[Verse 2]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put 'em all in a group
Hit my eses, I need the bootch
'Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her, "Hop in, you comin' too"
In the 305, bitches treat me like I'm Uncle Luke
(Don't stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it's just a roof, uh
She said, "Where we goin'?" I said, "The moon"
We ain't even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it's just the pool
Now I got her open, it's just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I'm the glue
[Refrain]
Someone said
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
Someone said
Play-playin' for keeps
Someone said, mother****, someone said
Don't play us for weak
[Part III]
[Intro]
Yeah
Astro, yeah, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (Yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
Like a light, ayy, yeah
[Verse 1]
Like a light, ayy, slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy
767, man, this shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block (Down the block)
Made a right (Yeah, right)
Cut the lights (Yeah, what?), paid the price (Yeah)
Niggas think it's sweet (Nah, never), it's on sight (Yeah, what?)
Nothin' nice (Yeah), baguettes in my ice (Aw, man)
Jesus Christ (Yeah), checks over stripes (Yeah)
That's what I like (Yeah), that's what we like (Yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I'm Sheck (Bitch)
See the shots that I took (Ayy), wet like I'm Book (Ayy)
Wet like I'm Lizzie
I be spinnin' Valley, circle blocks 'til I'm dizzy (Yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (Yeah, what?)
No one seen him (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna clean 'em (Yeah)
[Chorus]
She's in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (Woo)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land
Had me out like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light (Like a light)
Like a light
[Verse 2]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
Sendin' texts, ain't sendin' kites, yeah
He said, "Keep that on lock"
I say, "You know this shit, it's stife," yeah
It's absolute, yeah (Yeah), I'm back, reboot (It's lit)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin' off, no parachute, yeah
Shorty in the back
She said she workin' on her glutes, yeah (Oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah (Check), just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I'ma show her what it took (Yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah
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SICKO MODE
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Travis Scott
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[Intro]
Yeah
7:30 in the night, yeah
Ooh, ooh
[Chorus]
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around (Straight up)
When you throw that to the side, yeah (It's lit)
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
[Verse 1]
7-1-3
Through the 2-8-1, yeah, I'm ridin', why they on me?
Why they on me? I'm flyin', sippin' low-key
I'm sippin' low-key in Onyx, rider, rider
When I'm pullin' up right beside ya
Pop star, lil' Mariah
When I text a cute game, wildness
Throw a stack on the Bible
Never Snapchat or took molly
She fall through plenty, her and all her ginnies, yeah
We at the top floor, right there off Doheny, yeah
Oh no, I can't fuck with y'all
Yeah, when I'm with my squad, I cannot do no wrong
Yeah, saucin' in the city, don't get misinformed
Yeah, they gon' pull up on you (Brr, brr, brr)
Yeah, we gon' do some things, some things you can't relate
Yeah, 'cause we from a place, a place you cannot stay
Oh, you can't go, oh, I don't know
Oh, back the fuck up off me (Brr, brr, brr)
[Chorus]
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah, you come around, yeah
You ease my mind, you make everything feel fine
Worried 'bout those comments
I'm way too numb, yeah, it's way too dumb, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, I need the Heimlich
Throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time, yeah
When you're not around
When you throw that to the side, yeah
I get those goosebumps every time
[Verse 2]
Uh, I want to press my like, yeah, I wanna press my
I want a green light, I wanna be like
I wanna press my line, yeah
I wanna take that ride, yeah
I'm gonna press my line
I want a green light, I wanna be like, I wanna press my—
Mama dearest, spare your feelings
I'm relivin' moments, peelin' more residual
I can buy the buildin', burn the buildin'
Take your bitch, rebuild the buildin' just to fuck some more
I can justify my love for ya
And touch the sky for God to stop debating war
Put the pussy on a pedestal (Ayy)
Put the pussy on a high horse
That pussy to die for
That pussy to die for
Peter Piper picked a pepper
So I could pick your brain and put your heart together
We depart the shady parts and party hard
The diamonds yours, the coupe forever
My best shot just might shoot forever like (Brr)
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goosebumps
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Travis Scott
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[Intro]
(All the commas)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Ooh, hmm
[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
In the hills, deep off in the main
M&M's, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
[Verse 1]
Drop the top, play hide and seek (Yeah)
Jump inside, jump straight to the league (League)
Take a sip, feel just how I be (It's lit)
On Freeway, but no, ain't nothin' free (Straight up)
Bend laws, bend lanes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Been bustin' bills, but still, ain't nothin' change (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You in the mob soon as you rock the chain (Skrrt, skrrt, mob)
She caught the waves, just thumbin' through my braids (Alright)
Heatin' up, baby, I'm just heatin' up (It's lit)
Need your love, not a need, it is a must (Yeah)
Feelin' stuck, you know how to keep me up (Yeah, yeah)
Icy love, icy like a hockey puck (Alright)
[Chorus]
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Yeah, yeah)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang
[Verse 2]
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle (Yeah)
All the dawgs, all the dawgs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (It's lit)
Yeah, never go, never go dip on the set, stayed Santana
Yeah, run it back, turn the lights on when I hit up Green Lantern (It's lit, alright)
Yeah, fly the broads, fly the dawgs down to Atlanta
Yeah, in the cut in Medusa, lay low, yeah, I might be
Yeah, roll up, help me calm down when I'm movin' high speed
Yeah, if I send one, need to text back 'cause you know what I need (Straight up)
Oh, please, oh, me, oh, my
We been movin', we been movin' for some time (Alright)
Flexin', flexin', try to exercise
Exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise), exercise (Exercise)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
(For this life)
For this life, I cannot change (Change)
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main (Main)
M&M's, sweet like candy cane (Cane)
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Pop it, pop it)
For this life, I cannot change
Hidden Hills, deep off in the main
M&M's, sweet like candy cane
Drop the top, pop it, let it bang (Bang, yeah)
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BUTTERFLY EFFECT
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Travis Scott
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[Chorus]
I got room in my fumes (Yeah)
She fill my mind up with ideas
I'm the highest in the room (It’s lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let's go)
[Verse 1]
She saw my eyes, she know I'm gone (Ah)
I see some things that you might fear
I’m doin' a show, I'll be back soon (Soon)
That ain't what she wanna hear (Nah)
Now I got her in my room (Ah)
Legs wrapped around my beard
Got the fastest car, it zoom (Skrrt)
Hope we make it outta here (Ah)
When I'm with you, I feel alive
You say you love me, don't you lie (Yeah)
Won't cross my heart, don't wanna die
Keep the pistol on my side (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Case it’s fumes (Smoke)
She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)
I’m the highest in the room (It's lit)
Hope I make it outta here (Let’s go, yeah)
[Verse 2]
We ain't stressin' 'bout the loot (Yeah)
My block made of quesería
This not the molly, this the boot
Ain’t no comin' back from here
Live the life of La Familia
It's so much gang that I can't see ya (Yeah)
Turn it up 'til they can't hear (We can't)
Runnin', runnin' 'round for the thrill
Yeah, dawg, dawg, 'round my real (Gang)
Raw, raw, I been pourin' to the real (Drank)
Nah, nah, nah, they not back of the VIP (In the VIP)
Gorgeous, baby, keep me hard as steel
Ah, this my life, I did not choose
Uh, been on this since we was kids
We gon' stay on top and break the rules
Uh, I fill my mind up with ideas
[Chorus]
Case it's fumes
She fill my mind up with ideas (Straight up)
I'm the highest in the room (I'm the highest, it's lit)
Hope I make it outta here
[Outro]
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HIGHEST IN THE ROOM
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Travis Scott
|
[Chorus]
Don't you open up that window
Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah)
Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)
So, don't you open up that window (Ooh)
Don't you let out that antidote, yeah
[Verse 1]
Party on a Sunday (That was fun)
Do it all again on Monday (One more time)
Spent a check on a weekend (Oh my God)
I might do it all again (That's boss shit)
I just hit a three peat (Ooh)
Fucked three hoes I met this week (Robert Horry)
I don't do no old hoes (Oh, no, no)
My nigga, that's a no-no (Straight up)
She just want the coco (Cocaína)
I just want dinero (Paper hunt, wait)
Who that at the front door? (Who that is?)
If it's the feds, oh, no, no, no (Don't let 'em in, shh)
[Chorus]
Don't you open up that window (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't you let out that antidote (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah)
Poppin' pills is all we know (Yeah)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (In the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, ooh, ooh, at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)
At the night show (Higher)
At the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)
Ooh, at the night show (Get lit, my nigga)
Ooh, at the night show (Yeah)
Anything can happen at the night show (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah)
Everything can happen at the night show
Ooh, at the night show
Anything can happen at the night show
Ooh, at the night show
Ooh, your bitch not at home, she at the night show
Ooh (Straight up), fuckin' right, ho
Ooh, had to catch a flight for the night show
Ooh (Let's go), let's get piped though
Bottles got us right though, we ain't sippin' light, no (Rrr, La Flame)
I ain't got no type though
Only got one night though
We can do it twice though (Rrr, it's lit)
[Bridge]
At the night show, ooh
At the night show (Ooh, ooh)
At the night show
Ooh, at the night show
Yeah, at the night show
Everything can happen at the night show
Ooh, at the night show
Anything can happen at the night show, ooh
[Verse 3]
Stackin' up day to day, young nigga
You know you gotta go get it, go get it, my nigga
They hatin', they stankin', they waitin'
Don't be mistaken, we dyin', they stayin'
Lord, I'm on fire, they think that I'm Satan
Callin' me crazy on different occasions
Kickin' the cameraman off of my stages
'Cause I don't like how he snappin' my angles
I'm overboard and I'm over-impatient
Over my niggas and these kids my ages
Dealin' with Mo' shit that's more complicated
Like these two bitches that might be related
H-Town, you got one, and you Bun B like a number-one
It's late night, got a late show
If you wanna roll, I got a place where, ah
[Chorus]
Poppin' pills is all we know (Ooh)
In the hills is all we know (Hollywood)
Don't go through the front door (Through the back)
It's lowkey at the night show (Ooh)
[Outro]
So don't you open up that window (Ooh)
(Don't you let out that antidote)
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Antidote
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Travis Scott
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[Part I]
[Intro]
Ah
[Chorus]
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)
Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)
Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yeah)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)
[Post-Chorus]
I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah)
Then a storm came in and saved my life
Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)
Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night
In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)
[Verse]
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Roll)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Oh, no)
Niggas femalin', they excellin' (Yeah)
Are they intellin'? (What you tellin'?)
We propellin', up top with Ellen, uh (With the choppers)
Kill the jealous with propane repellent
Got me goin' crazy (It's lit)
On tour, we'll tell 'em, we brought the section (Gang)
They keep on callin' up, it's getting hectic (Brrt)
Like we projected
So we cut the plug, he's interjected (Got me goin' crazy)
[Chorus]
Rollin', rollin', rollin', got me stargazin' (Yeah)
Sippin' on purp, feelin' like the Barre Baby (It's lit)
Whatever I downed, it got me goin' crazy (Yah)
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy (Alright)
[Post-Chorus]
I was hot as hell out in the heat (Yeah, yeah)
Then the storm came in and saved my life
Head up to the sky, down on my knees (Straight up)
Out of nowhere, you came here to save the night
In the nighttime (Woo, yeah)
[Segue]
Got me goin' crazy
[Part II]
[Verse]
Okay, I been up for some days, I ain't got time to lay
Just to drown out all these thoughts, I tried all kind of things
If I take you to my past, you will be traumatized
Got a thousand kids outside that's tryna come alive
'99, took AstroWorld, it had to relocate
Told the dawgs I'd bring it back, it was a seal of faith
Before no car notes, baby girl, she played the tourist guide
Got the keys into my city, now she know the rides
Got new money, got new problems, got new enemies
When you make it to the top, that's the amenities
Packin' out Toyota like I'm in the league
And it ain't a mosh pit if ain't no injuries
I got 'em stage divin' out the nosebleeds (Alright, alright, alright)
And she hit that booger sugar 'til her nose bleed (Alright, alright, alright)
Bounce that shit forever, she on both knees
She was talkin' 'bout forever, got a whole week (Alright, alright, alright)
Plus, she know my baby mama is a trophy
She be throwin' up them B's, feel like we both bleed
She keep my dick jumpin' up, feel like I'm Moby
I'm way too gold for this beef, feel like I'm Kobe, yeah
This right here is astronomical
I see you picked up all my ways, I feel responsible
They tryna say that all my problems is improbable
They keep itchin' at my spirit, I'm diabolical, you feel me?
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STARGAZING
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Travis Scott
|
[Intro]
That coca
[Chorus]
I just poured an eight in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
[Post-Chorus]
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more
[Verse 1]
I just poured an eight in a liter
With a white bitch sniffin' on Bieber
Are you sure you wanna party with the demons?
Bitch, lookin' for her phone, I ain't seen it
Told Frost, "Bring the water," no Fiji
Free Stix, I'm poured up and I'm leanin'
I got a couple pussy niggas in they feelings
'Cause the main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more, your girl is a ho
You need to let go, she fucked all my bros
She snortin' the snow (That coca), now she touchin' her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon' get locked for sure
She said she want more, fuck it, I'ma get more (I'ma get more)
[Verse 2]
Nightmare, high-life, sleepy, night-night (Yeah)
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, nice guy (Yeah, yeah)
Help it, peace, peace, peaced it (Yeah)
Bite me, ride me (Yeah), strike me, indict me (Yeah, yeah)
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (Ooh, yeah)
I'm lit, light–(Yeah)—nin' (Lit)
White bitch (Bitch), she thick (Thick)
Pulled out of the hood, Toyota
Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' 'round the city with my eyes closed (Yeah, yeah)
Crazy Girls got it poppin', AOD got it poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Tryna text my accountant, ain't no service in the mountains (Straight up)
Won't you come to the bottom? Know you heard a lot about 'em (Yeah)
Heard they take that, then they change like a mood ring (Yeah, yeah)
I watch 'em take that, then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood, Toyota
Drove back to the hood, Lambo' (Ooh)
Crushed Xans, crushed Xans in my soda
Ridin' 'round the city with my eyes closed (Ooh)
[Chorus]
I just poured an eight in a liter
Throw some Jolly Rancher in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I'm with a white ho
And she snortin' three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rollin' off molly (Molly)
Got a white bitch snortin' up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon' leave the keys to the condo
[Post-Chorus]
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca)
She said she want more, she said she want more
So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more (Ooh)
Bitch, close the door (Ooh), there's shit on your nose (Ooh)
She said she want more (Ooh), she said she want more (Ooh)
So I'ma get more (Ooh), yeah, I'ma get more
[Outro]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ah
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beibs in the trap
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Travis Scott
|
[Part I]
[Intro]
(Dean, what's poppin'? Hahahahaha. Yo, Travis)
Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Mama's mailin' out that blow, cravin' 9021—
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
[Verse 1]
She a porn star girl, ah, from the valley
(Honestly, God bless)
Who left her hometown world all for that alley
Ooh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
(I hope it was wet like my jumper, though)
Ooh, used to take the long way home
Long way home, all for that candy (Hahahahaha, mhm)
[Chorus]
Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow
Do, do, do
Do, do
[Verse 2]
Jacques turned La Flame, now he rollin' on an Addy
Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy
Ooh, he might pop him a pill, pop him a seal
Pop anyone, pop anything
Pop anything to find that alley
Mhm, yeah, to find that alley (Mhm)
[Segue]
In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley
In the 90210, 90210, lookin' for that alley, ooh
It's the superstar girl, superstar girl, roamin' in that alley
(Baby's hooked on feeling low-ow)
Ooh, in the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley
(Do, do, do)
(Do, do)
Ooh, ahh
(I gotta tell ya)
[Part II]
[Intro]
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Ooh-ooh
(All, all, all thang, thang)
(All, all, all thang, thang)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
(All, all, all thang, thang)
(All, all, all thang, thang)
Yeah
[Verse]
My granny called, she said, "Travvy, you work too hard
I'm worried you forget about me"
(All, all, all)
I'm fallin' in and out of clouds
Don't worry, I'ma get it, Granny, uh
What happened? Now my daddy happy
Mama called me up, that money comin' and she love me
(All, all, all thang, thang)
I done made it now, I done found life's meanin' now
(All, all, all thang, thang)
All them days her heart'd break, her heart not in pieces now
Friends turnin' into fraud niggas
Practicin' half the passion, you niggas packaged different
(All, all, all thang, thang)
All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it
(All, all, all thang, thang)
I'ma sell it, your niggas salary, we 'bout to cap, bitch
Youngest nigga out of Houston at the Grammys
Smilin' at 'em laughin' at me
I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked, then passed it back, bitch
(All, all, all thang, thang)
All of this off of rappin', should've wrote this in Latin, yeah-yeah
(All, all, all thang, thang)
Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Cuzzo said we hit the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a four
He passed the cigarette, I choke, woo
Told my auntie, "Put them 'Ports down, them 'Ports down"
Now you know you love your own now
Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down
I ain't knockin', nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
Whole crew, I swear they countin' on me
Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
Holy Father, come save these niggas, I'm stylin' on 'em
Good Lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
I'm drivin' too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
Just this guy from north of the border, my chips is in order
My mom's biggest supporter, so now a nigga support a nigga
[Outro]
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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90210
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Travis Scott
|
[Intro]
Just come outside for the night (Yeah)
Take your time, get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah
I been out geekin' (Bitch)
[Chorus]
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
[Verse 1]
The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake)
Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah)
I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch)
It's like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah)
I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah)
What I'm sippin' not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit)
I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mm, let's go)
Oh my God, that bitch bitin' (That bitch bitin')
Well, alright (Alright), tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)
In the night, come alive
Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't
[Chorus]
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
[Bridge]
Schyeah, woah, what?
What?
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
What? (Yeah)
Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit and gettin' it live, hold up (Shit)
Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hold up (Shit)
Uh, hundred-round (Woah), feelin' like I'm on ten
Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hold up), shawty, I'm fuckin' your friend (Hold up)
I've been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep end
She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go
[Chorus]
FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N (Schyeah), FE!N, FE!N (Schyeah, oh, oh, what? Schyeah)
FE!N, FE!N (Schyeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Oh, oh)
FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout, let's go)
[Verse 3]
I just been icin' my hoes, I just been drippin' my hoes (Drippin' my hoes)
This is a whole 'nother level, shawty (Oh), I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes)
I put the bitch on the road, she tryna fuck on the O, hold up, hold up
I got this ho with me, she tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh)
I got flows for days, these niggas ain't on nothin', hold up, yeah (Oh)
Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hold up, uh (Slatt, slatt)
We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up
You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up (Slatt, bitch-ass)
Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah, slatt (Wow)
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?
00CACTUS, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt), uh, yeah
Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hold up (It's lit), slatt
Everything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
[Outro]
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
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FE!N
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Travis Scott
|
[Chorus]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check (Check)
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip)
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex (Checks)
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed (Shine)
Two-tone Patek (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
In The Clearport like I Uber these jets (Jets)
VVSs on me, got my Gucci shirt wet
Put an M in my bag (Mmm), gon' get used to these racks (Used)
I went to school where they teach you finesse (Mmm)
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ('Vest, mmm)
I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
Know the coupe fast (Yeah), when it end with an "S"
[Verse]
Now that I'm home, back off the road
We shut it down where it ain't so
With checks in the streets, Jay number 4s
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul
Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows
Said, "I'll be there in ten," but I got there in four
[Bridge]
I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold (Gold, gold, gold)
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
I left her wide open, no self control ('Trol, 'trol, 'trol)
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
Took nothin' but five minutes, she hopped in and drove (Drove, drove, drove)
Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm
[Chorus]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes (Flawless baguettes)
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check (Check)
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip)
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun', cop a Rolex (Checks)
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed (Shine, yeah)
Two-tone Pateks (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
In The Clearport like I Uber the jets (Jets)
VVSs on me, got my Louis shirt wet
It's an M in my bag (Mmm), gon' get used to these racks (Used)
I went to school where they teach you finesse (Mmm)
Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ('Vest, mmm)
I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
Know the coupe fast (Yeah), when it end with an "S"
[Outro]
La Flame on an island, me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Pradas every color and I got CCs you ain't seen yet
Said I'd kick the cup and now I'm askin', "Where the codeine at?"
Thirty pointers and up, Eliantte, drippin', my whole team wet
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YOSEMITE
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Travis Scott
|
[Chorus]
No, you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out
What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on?
I had to burn, I left skrrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
[Verse 1]
You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real
Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I'm too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby, she just wanna drill
The vibe's too wavy, it's too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go 'cause shit get real
[Bridge]
Uh-huh, yeah
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Oh, yeah
Po—pop my trunk, dip—dip—dip—dip
Oh my
[Chorus]
You can't say if I'm mad or nah
Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
And shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out
What would you do if you heard I got it burnin' out?
I let it burn, skrrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed (Better watch for 12)
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim (I'm out my mind)
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
[Verse 2]
You must be cautious, told the lil' hoes, "I'm all in"
Play this ballers offense, I left ol' girl, she callin'
You know I hit in the mornin', oh, yeah, she yawnin'
I met you in the club, bitch, you know this shit mean nothin'
Oh, didn't I hit your cousin? Mmm, no, no discussion
Sippin' on lean, no Robitussin, oh, yeah, I know you love me
I beat it, ain't no cuddlin', you down bad, you sufferin'
I don't give a fuck how hard it get, that lil' bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh, yeah, get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo, some may ride for the fresh cut
Hoes come through just to touch us, I'ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her, slang my chop' from Russia
[Bridge]
Swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk, dip, dip, dip, dip
Swang—swang, when I swang, when I swang to the left
Pop, pop my trunk, dip
[Chorus]
No, you can't say if I'm mad or not
Smokin' hella weed, I'm on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got 'em turnin' out
What would you do if you heard I got it goin' on?
I had to burn, I left skrrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12 'round my town, you might get killed
I'm out my mind, yeah, I'm high above the rim
You cop it live, boy, I got it all on film
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CAN’T SAY
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Travis Scott
|
[Intro]
This is the real action: the pot party, the trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones
All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
[Pre-Chorus]
Hmm-hmm
Just know what this about
Hmm-hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air, that can break your heart
[Chorus]
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm (That's not who you are)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God)
Hmm-hmm (That's just not your job)
Hmm-hmm (Stop tryna be God, God)
[Verse 1]
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike (Hm)
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five (Hm)
Delta and I ship it overnight (Hm)
Stop tryna be God Almighty (Hm)
Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah
It's never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin' down your eyes
'Cause they did not create commandments (Ooh-ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy (Ooh-ooh)
The signal's far from what you can be (Ooh-ooh)
'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Stop tryna play God Almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin' shit my whole life
I'm warning you, better not try to play God tonight
If I love her, I'ma pass on her
First rule of war, you find an act on her
You can't win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her
'Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal's far from what you can be
'Cause air traffic controls the landing, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You won't succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love, but want to really burn me
[Bridge]
Is it the complex of the saint
That's keepin' you so, so, so still still?
Is it a coat of old paint
That's peelin' every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last
Open conversation you had? Oh, no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin' back?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
[Outro]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
That it?
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STOP TRYING TO BE GOD
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Travis Scott
|
[Part I]
[Pre-Chorus]
When I stare in your eyes
You'll be there forever
To watch our life (To watch our life together)
You just like going to Heaven (My heart)
More than anything (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
I'm fallin' and I'm drownin'
But you're takin' me
[Chorus]
One thousand on my feet, stacks spreaded on my seat
Ten thousand on my eyes (Eyes)
[Verse 1]
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' no FaceTime
50K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I was sworn in by a kiss
Latе from the country caters
No peacеmaker, I sweep up cases
Goin' on a walk with a new suit armor
New suit dead, Bottega, that's on it
Give me the heat from the sleep, then I harm her
Cupid creep in, sleep with a hammer
Three time to get me T-T-T'd
Still same phone, AT&T-T
Still givin' news very vividly
Beefin' up, fuck a beef
Smokin' on some vicious type of reefer
I need no beef, no cheese (Yeah)
Even when I eat, they cheat (Uh)
Every time we meet, naive
[Pre-Chorus]
When I stare in your eyes
You'll be there forever
To watch our life (To watch our life together)
You just like going to Heav— (My heart)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's mad how it gets so deep
It's mad how I get so high
It's mad how you get me by (By)
[Outro]
Tell me, tell me
Tell me, tell me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Part II]
[Intro]
It's me, it's me, it's me, it's me, it's me
[Verse]
Look in my eyes, tell me your tale
Do you see the road, the map to my soul?
Look, tell me the signs whenever the smoke clear out of my face
Am I picture-perfect or do I look fried?
All of that green and yellow, that drip from your eyes is tellin'
Tell you demise, I went to my side
To push back the ceilin' and push back the feelings, I had to decide
I replay them nights, and right by my side, all I see is a city of people that ride wit' me
If they just knew what Scotty would do to jump off the stage and save him a child
The things I created became the most weighted, I gotta find balance and keep me a smile (Hah)
Yeah, yeah
That shit wild, instead I'm a hero
I took it from zero, LaFlame Usain
I run it for miles, this shit wasn't luck
They got me fucked up, I put you on bus and take you around
A couple of guys inside of the school, I gave 'em the tools to get it off ground
They say they the ones when they make the errors
Can't look in the mirror (That shit wild)
I stand on the stage, I give 'em the rage
No turnin' it down, can't tame it, can't follow it
We do in the streets, we do it for keeps
We do it for rights, got fifty-two weeks
This shit ain't for pleasure, I'm comin' to tweak
This shit is forever and infinity
Number eight, yeah, we write it and wrap it around
I take me a bean and I turn to a beast
Bought the crib on a hill, made it harder to reach
Bought a couple more whips 'cause I needed more speed
Bought a couple more watches, I needed more time
Didn't buy the condo, it was smarter to lease
And I bought some more ice 'cause I brought in the heat
Made a cast of my dick, so she never gon' cheat
If I gave you a day in my life or a day in my eyes, don't blink
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MY EYES
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Travis Scott
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[Intro]
(Hoo) Yawa thgin eht esahc
Ot ydaer 'nitteg er'uoy wonk I
Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I, evom annaw uoy wonk I
Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw
[Chorus]
I try it if it feels right
This feels nice
I've been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets brighter, the night gets nighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin', miles and miles away
(Hoo) Yawa thgin eht esahc
Ot ydaer 'nitteg er’uoy wonk I
Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I ,evom annaw uoy wonk I
Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw
[Verse]
We up all night, from dawn to dusk, it's always poppin'
I fell in love, fell outta love, we both had options
I played the drums, she rolled the drugs
I rocked the club, we both throw up
We was the band you never heard before
You got that tat' above your crack
And on your cat, you be right back
Your mama never know
We were rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' stones
When I'm all alone I wish you had a clone
I take that puff, you take that puff
You know we never care to overdose
[Chorus]
I try it if it feels right (Oh)
This feels nice
I've been down and lost for days
Glad I found you on the way
When the day gets brighter, the night gets nighter
I always feel this way
Through the hills
I hear you callin', miles and miles away
(Hoo) Yawa thgin eht esahc
Ot ydaer 'nitteg er'uoy wonk I
Ecnad annaw uoy wonk I, evom annaw uoy wonk I
Doom eht ni enola emoh er'uoy nehw
[Bridge]
Shit, I try it if it feels nice
Shit, this kinda feels nice
M-miles and miles away
Miles and miles away
[Outro]
When you're home alone in the mood
I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance
I know you gettin' ready to
Take the night away
When you're home alone in the mood
I know you wanna move, I know you wanna dance
I know you're gettin' ready to
Chase the night away (Ooh)
Oh, you love me, darling
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Drugs You Should Try It
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Travis Scott
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[Refrain]
The party never ends
In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
[Pre-Chorus]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
And she did it on cam, wasn't no video dance
Make my own rules, I really don't pick, I just choose
I don't set picks, I just shoot
Chopped and get screwed
I told her it's B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs
Put it on God, He the one that put me on top
Can't be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Devil got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott
And move that deep, tryna run down, shit's steep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 7-1-3
[Pre-Chorus]
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
Spent ten hours on this flight, man (Flight, man)
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans (Flight plans)
Can't believe whatever I'm seein' (I'm seein')
(Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
And they know whenever I land (I land)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Heartbreak hotel
Bet you can't take no L's
Plug like AOL
Who say that I ain't gon' sell?
Hand me the H, I'll sell
She said, "I got a nigga"
I said, "I ain't gon' tell"
Buy it by the pound so it ain't no scale
I'm sick of the drink (The drink, yeah)
The flippin' of paint (Paint, yeah)
Grippin' the grain (Wood grain, yeah)
Whippin' the tank (Wu-Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon' flame (Bang, yeah)
Bitch, I'm with gang (Gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on a plane
[Segue]
The party never ends
[Chorus]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah, the party never ends)
[Verse 3]
Family function, ain't no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned 'em into M's
Why you tryna make amends?
What's that smell? It's heaven's scent
And, like I jump straight out the wind
Dodgin' Hell and sins
I can't go back there again
Nah, the dawgs ain't civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can't see my sons
Like the light don't hit they side
In the function, and I'm fried
It's a strive, it's not a drive
When they open wide
It's a riot, riot
[Outro]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin' in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Bitch!)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ah!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (Yeah)
Uh
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NO BYSTANDERS
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Travis Scott
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[Intro]
Hmm-hmm, meh-meh, mmm, meh-meh-meh
Hmm-hmm, meh-meh, mmm, meh-meh-meh
Hmm-hmm, meh-meh, mmm, me -meh-meh
Hmm-hmm, meh-meh, mmm, meh-meh-meh (And then we)
[Chorus]
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
All through the late night (And then we)
S'il vous plaît, don't you hate, all through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh)
[Post-Chorus]
All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh)
All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh)
All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh)
All through the late night (Oh, meh-meh)
All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh)
All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh)
All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh)
All through the late night (Woah)
[Verse 1]
Blimp's soarin', how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin', how did I get in this place?
Oh, it don't matter, got smoke, drink, and I'm runnin' this space
Done contemplatin', I'ma take it in and groove in this case
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
N,N-Dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play, gon' play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin' in my bed
Yeah, we gon' play, gon' play, then we'll sleep all through the day and do it again
[Post-Chorus]
All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh)
All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh)
All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh)
All through the late night (Oh, meh-meh)
All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh)
All through the late night (Hmm-hmm, meh-meh)
All through the late night (Mmm, meh-meh-meh)
All through the—
[Verse 2]
Day and night (Yeah)
I toss and turn, I keep stressin' my mind, mind (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I seek the peace, sometimes I can't restrain (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play (Ooh), mmm-hmm
Balance (Yeah), find your balance (Pipe up, yeah)
God said it's my talent (Ooh-ooh), sprinkle lil' season on the salad (Ooh-ooh)
Relieve my heart of malice (Yeah), hit my palace (Straight up)
Stroke my cactus (It's lit), ooh, don't wait (Yeah), mmm, don't play (Yeah, yeah)
Play no games like the NBA (Brr), throwin' checks like the NBA (Brr)
You a ring, you a ring, we shootin' shots like the NRA (Brr)
Yeah, she jammin', it's Travis and Kid Cudi (Straight up)
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B (Yeah)
Shawty, yeah, on the scene, yeah (Yeah), pull up on the scene, yeah (Yeah)
Sip my tea, lean no Hennessy (Yeah)
Ah, save all, take it right (Yeah), ah, take it all, never light (Straight up)
Ah, had a ball, had a night (Yeah), ah, after all, sleep good (Yeah)
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through the late night
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Travis Scott
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[Part I]
[Intro]
Yeah
Tensions is definitely rising
T'd up right now
T time, T time
T time, T time, T time
[Verse]
Teatime like I got a cup of this shit
Tee time like golf at a quarter to six
I love to fuck on a regular bitch
Famous hoes lame, but they stay on my dick
Heard your new joint, it's embarrassing, shit
You talk to the cops on some therapist shit
You act like you love this American shit
But, really, the truth is you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Yeah, you scared of the 6
Your bodyguard put in some work on a fluke
Now you wanna go and inherit that shit
Don't talk to the boy 'bout comparisons, shit
Or come to the boy on some arrogant shit
The weapons we got are some terrorist shit
Like TV producers we, grr, we airing this shit
She askin' for bread for her parents and shit
I told her I don't got no cash and she said she could wait on a rack, on some Arabic shit
I pull out a million and stare at the shit
My dick just got hard 'cause a wire just hit
My schedule is out, come spin us, for real
Man, fuck all that spinnin' the narrative shit
I melt down the chains that I bought from yo' boss
Give a fuck about all of that heritage shit
Since V not around, the members done hung up the Louis, they not even wearing that shit
Don't come to the boy 'bout repairing some shit
Don't come to the boy about sparing some shit
You lucky that Vogue was suing 'cause I would've been with the Wassas in Paris and shit
[Part II]
[Segue]
(I-I—)
[Verse]
Is you fuckin' crazy? Is you fuckin' crazy? (Ah)
And they scared of the seven (Seven)
After one-three then we turn up eleven (Yeah)
Keep this shit open like 7-Eleven (It's lit)
Me at the house, I got seven in heaven
They think I'm satanic, I keep me a reverend
Lil' shawty a therapist (Yeah), poppin' her shit
She inching my way then she started confessing
I know what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffery"
Connect collect calls right off of the celly
Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly
Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli
I got the juice, now it's heavy (Juice)
Always on t-time, been ready (T, ah), yeah
Is you fucking crazy? Is you f— (Yeah, stoned, let's go)
Wrappin' the cheese, wrap around me 'cause I've got property (Wrap, cheese, wrap)
Chocolate AP and chocolate the Vs (Vs), got the Willy Wonka factory (Vs)
Burn a athlete like it's calories, find another flame hot as me, bitch
[Part III]
[Segue]
(Ooh)
[Chorus]
Yeah, is you fucking crazy? (Nah)
Is you fucking crazy? (What?)
Is you fucking crazy? (Nah, nah)
Is you fucking crazy? Yeah
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fuckin', is you fuckin'
Is you fucking crazy?
[Verse]
How many Texas boys done ran it up? A couple, maybe (Couple, maybe)
Swanging in the pickup truck, baby, fuck Mercedes (Fuck Mercedes)
I'll fuck a nigga bitch but she can't have the baby (Have the baby)
I'll shoot your ass in Walmart like I'm DaBaby (In Walmart)
The boy going Lionel Messi, I go Tom Brady (Woo)
Used to wear the bust down back in my old days (Woo)
Now I let the chains hang, you gotta tuck yours maybe (Tuck it, tuck it)
Niggas talkin' Scarface, I'm that in real life (Ooh)
Is you fucking crazy or what? Is you fucking crazy? (Fuckin' crazy)
Man, the club ain't been the same since we lost Mercedes (Straight up)
Man, the clique ain't been the same since they lost the greatest (Nah, nah, nah)
We outside with the army, so you need the (Uh-huh)
Them boys rollin' all brown like they whippin' gravy
Make a circus outside like it's Barnum's Bailey (It's lit)
Blickey hanging on my side, it's like it's really hanging (Blickey, blickey, blaow)
She move her panties to the side, she want it raw when faded (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?)
[Chorus]
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy? Uh
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fucking crazy? Yeah
Is you fucking crazy or what?
Is you fuckin', is you fuckin'
Is you fucking crazy?
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MELTDOWN
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Travis Scott
|
[Part I]
[Verse]
Made it to L.A., yeah
Finally in L.A., yeah
Lookin' for the weed though
Tryna make my own dough
Callin' for Maria
Lost without Maria
Might dive in the marina
(Ooo-oooh, ooo-ooh)
[Refrain]
So trust me, baby, trust me
Trust me, baby, trust me
Trust me, baby, trust me
I don't mind
Trust me, baby, trust me
Trust me, baby, trust me
Trust me, baby, trust me
I don't mind
(Trust me, trust me)
(Trust me, trust me)
(Trust me, trust me)
(Yeah, I don't mind)
[Part II]
[Intro]
Travis Scott
You know, ooh
Thugger Thugger, nigga (Ayy)
[Chorus]
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk, hey)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk, get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk, ooh
[Verse 1]
Twelve more hours left for us in a day
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
I've been drinkin' all day, I've been floatin' all day (Ayy, ooh)
(Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy)
Bring your ass over here now
You know where, how I stay
I've been gone for some time now (Yeah)
I just want a lil' taste
Mix, mix, pour (Lean, lean)
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Drinkin', sippin' slow (Slow it down, bae)
(Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy)
Drink so cold now, froze (Pfft)
Froze (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Froze (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
Come on over, get drunk
[Verse 2]
Damn, girl, I be up late
If you want, you can meet me at the studio (You can meet me at the studio)
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Yeah, I've been drinkin' all night (Hey, ooh)
Take a shot, all we got is Don Julio (All we got is Don Julio)
(Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy)
Yeah, I'm guessin' this is new to you
Thinkin' 'bout all the things that I would do to you
Them lips on fire and them hips don't lie (Yeah, uh)
Girl, I just wanna see what that booty do (Damn right)
Let's lose each other's mind (Ah-ah)
Let's make each other's night (Ah-ah)
Take advantage of time
While we both intertwined (Slow it down, bae)
Girl, I want you on the rocks, no chaser (Oh no)
Be sure to drink it all, won't waste ya (Oh no, pfft)
I know you stay sober (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm sure a few drinks won't faze you (Sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh)
[Chorus]
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Hol' up)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk, yeah
[Verse 3]
Press lil' mama for weed, and she did it for free
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Yeah, that thing wet, baby, I need skis
(Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy)
Skrrt, yeah, I need a ski
Yeah, oh (Ayy)
From the back, pull her track (Ayy)
Then I'ma speed race in that (Skrrt)
My mama still got my back (Ayy)
Pull down your pants, I want crack (Yeah)
I'm growing weed, this ain't trees, bitch
My bitch brown like Hennessy, bitch
Big blood like Freddy in dreams, bitch
Dressed in a tie like the Dean, bitch
Drunk and in love with my baby
Baby, do not go fast, go slow, wait (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Tell me, tell me information, I got rank (Tell me)
Let's take a shot together then lay up like planks (Ayy, ayy)
Never ever do I wanna leave my lil' lady (Ayy)
Catch 'em down bad, now they gotta plan 'fore that boy wake (Yeah)
Told God if I get an iced out watch, I won't be late (I promise)
Every time I try to stick it in all the way
Baby girl be like, "Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy" (Haha)
"Ayy, ayy"
[Chorus]
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Let's get drunk, ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk (Ayy)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
(Call your friends and let's get drunk)
Call your friends, let's get drunk
[Outro]
Call your friends and let's get drunk
Call your friends and let's get drunk, ayy
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Maria I’m Drunk
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Travis Scott
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[Intro]
Bandana wrapped-wrapped 'round your head
The bandana wrapped 'round your head
Fuck niggas, they scared
Ain't nobody triller than me
Ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' they spot
Yah, these niggas is scared (Ooh)
[Chorus]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
[Verse 1]
(Sundays in the city movin' slow)
Ladies order up the champagne, a whole lot of it (Yeah!)
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Painkillers, ain't got back pain, know you gotta love it (Yeah!)
Tens out in NY, they in my hallways, I got a lobby of 'em
(Only trill niggas I know)
Up and down with Chase, Monday nights, we made a hobby of it (Alright! Sundays in the city movin' slow)
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
(Only real niggas keep you float)
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it (Yeah!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
We're still holdin' that old thing, tryna rob me of it (Oh no!)
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it (Score!)
(Sundays in the city movin' slow)
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public (Straight up!)
Flyin' through, I got a young 'Yoncé with a Iggy on her (Yeah!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
Me and Metro do the same drugs, got a lot of it (Woo!)
All these cups and damn, all these hoes
These niggas up to somethin' (Oah!)
Touch down out in H-Town, there it might get ugly (Woo!)
It's trill niggas, where it's trill niggas, a whole army of 'em (Woo!)
(Only trill niggas I know)
I run the check up, I'm a hot nigga, don't turn my 'countant on me (Yeah!)
Free Rowdy Rowdy, free Bobby Bobby, them the Shmurda homies, good Lord! (Good Lord! Ooh)
[Chorus]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
[Verse 2]
Smoke with me, drank with me, lean like I'm Clark
Copping a Wraith then I throw it in park
You niggas some marks and you ain't got no heart
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
(Only trill niggas I know)
I know lil' one gon' come with that A and that R
I'm counting, I'm dripping, I'm fiending
I'm not from this planet, I was abandoned
Trill niggas, real niggas, popping them pill niggas
Stack up a mil', nigga, like it's a lil' nigga
This for the one who gon' load up that K for me
This for the ones that ran off and didn't wait on me
This for the niggas ran off and didn't wait on me
This for you, bitch, you ran off and didn't wait on me
(Only trill niggas I know)
Hood nigga, fuck all that red carpet shit
Hood nigga, I fuck a red carpet bitch
I put a Rolls and a Royce on my wrist
You can smell promethazine when I piss
I pray to God, he bring me Actavis
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter
Hop on the private, I do it, take all the mollies, I do it
The Bentley put up with no mileage, I do it
These Styrofoams with me legitimate
I'm proudly downing these Percocets
We just want to be stoners lately, I've been on, on, on
This money an option, this weed is an option, this lean is an option
Your bitch is an option, her bitch is an option
I send them through auctions
You paying that price for that punani
This gold on my neck is a new Grammy
[Chorus]
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Yeahhh)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (2 Chainz)
[Verse 3]
My bathtub the size of swimming pools
Backstroke to my children room
Maybach in the living room (Ooh)
I spent racks on these tennis shoes (Tell 'em)
Niggas know what I'm finna do
Time for me to put the mink up (I did)
Forgiattos on the Brinks truck
My favorite rapper drove a pink truck (Killa)
I do shit that you dreamed of
I was born with a mean mug (Damn)
I was born with some nappy hair
Drinkin' breast milk out a lean cup
Tity Boi's my alias (Yeah)
Real niggas my radius (Yeah) (Only trill niggas I—)
Trill niggas on the song with me
If she bad as hell I'll pay the babysitter (I will!)
In a black Mercedes with her (Skrrt)
Doin' about 180 with her (Skrrt)
I was born a hustler, paraphernalia in my baby pictures
Resident, all elegant (Elegant)
Leather shit in my front yard (Swear)
TV by my swimming pool (Swear)
Got that built like a sports bar (Ayy)
Chevelle with a new motor (Err)
Got the bitch like a sports car (Yeah)
Yeah, my name is Tity Boi (Oh)
I don't fuck with hoes that wear sports bras (Nah)
Crib bigger than your imagination
Call the trap house the gas station (I did)
Call momma's house the Jag station (Haha)
Emoji, sad faces (Damn)
Look at these niggas (Look!)
I need to buy pocketbooks for these niggas
[Chorus]
Sundays the city movin' slow (Punkass)
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat (3500)
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float; Real shit only here)
Only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real)
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real)
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Nah, for real)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know (Ooh)
Sundays in the city movin' slow
Thirty-thirty-thirty-five hundred for the coat
Only-only-only real niggas keep you float (Keep you float)
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
Only trill niggas I know
Only-only-only trill niggas I know
[Bridge]
Ain't nobody triller than me, ain't nobody triller than Scott
Ain't nobody trill, man, I'm takin' their spot, yah, we ride on a yacht, yeah
Ain't nobody triller than Metro, ain't nobody triller than Scooter, yeah
Ain't nobody triller, I knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up in H-Town, them niggas don't play 'round like Jas and Jr
(Only real niggas keep it float)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
(Only trill niggas I know)
Say fuck all the rumors, say fuck all the rumors
[Instrumental Outro]
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3500
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Travis Scott
|
[Chorus]
I don't wanna wake up
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said pussy so good
Uh, pussy so sweet, uh
I don't wanna wake up
I want it flowin' through my streams
Gettin' me hot
Under my feet
I don't wanna wake up
[Verse]
Please don't wake me up, I feel it creepin' (Yeah)
Controllin' how you movin', lucid dreamin' (Dreams)
Always on the side of different seasons, yeah-yeah
Took the beltway down to your hood (It's lit)
Say you was in the crowd, I never looked
Lookin' back how things came back around, guess I was hooked
Burn the bread and then we burn the town, we both was cooked, yeah
Nah, nah, please don't wake me up, feel like I'm dreamin'
Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamen
I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend (Yeah)
That's my Coco, I'm her Ice-T (Coco, yeah, yeah)
Bend her over for some pipin' (It's lit)
Bust a cloud, shoot the lightnin' (Pop it)
Pop it now, know we can't sleep (Sleep)
[Chorus]
I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)
Want you spread out on the sheets (It's lit)
Say, pussy so good (Pop it)
Oh, pussy so sweet (Yeah)
When I wake up (Yeah, yeah)
Want a drop top on the beach (Straight up)
Gettin' me hot, yeah (Yeah)
Under my feet
When I wake up
[Bridge]
You decide if I live or die
When you're close, I'm alive, I can feel the sky
I just want your body close to me, oh
And if I O.D., I'll be alone with no heartbeat
I hope they kill us with a ghost in the Lambo'
And the doors goin' up, suicide
[Chorus]
I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)
I want you spread out on the sheets (Want you spread out on the sheets)
'Cause that pussy so good (Pussy so good), yeah
Girl, that pussy so sweet (Pussy so sweet)
I don't wanna wake up (I don't wanna wake up)
I want it flowin' through my streams (Want it flowin' through my streams)
Ha, gettin' me hot (Gettin' me hot)
Oh, under my feet (My feet)
I don't wanna wake up (Yeah)
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WAKE UP
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Travis Scott
|
[Produced by Evian Christ, OZ, Vinylz, Daxz & WondaGurl]
[Intro]
2 a.m., howlin' outside
Lookin', but I cannot find
Don't you fall asleep this time
I been on a long way drive
Only you can stand my mind
Only you can fix inside
So if I make it out tonight
Let's make it a badass time
[Verse 1]
Okay, I got it, copy
20/20 but I can't see nobody
One eye open, Illuminati
This might be the verse that make 'em drop me
Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (Yeah)
No, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (Yeah, yeah)
Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah
X-ray vision, see through you niggas
Newspaper stand, we press the issue (Press it, press it, press the issue)
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (Yeah, right up at your hood up north)
Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals
Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals
Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the
When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat (Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat)
Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet (Track meet, track meet, track meet, track meet)
Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya
[Chorus]
They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends
Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends
From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Eh-hey)
[Verse 2]
To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Ha-ha-ha)
I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh
I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh
Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha
I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, hmm
And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ay-ay-ay)
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uh, uh)
We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh
And said he had a label recruitin' people (Uh-uh-uh)
Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
But what a memory, it may need interludes (Could've been me)
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too
[Outro]
Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah
In the ends, I'ma kick your door down, oh yeah
We keep wildin' out the Mo' now, oh yeah
Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya
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the ends
|
Travis Scott
|
[Intro]
What's crackin'? You already know who it is
It's your boy, Big Tuck, Freight Train Tuck
ASTROWORLD is now in session, you understand?
I'm the dean of this here, I got this
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain't takin' no days in, yeah (Yeah)
Don't need a vacation, I need a replacement, uh (Alright)
Bustin' the lights out soon as we came in, yeah (It's lit)
What're they talkin' about, what's it pertainin'? (Yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I'm aging (Yah)
This M-E-D, it feel caved in (Yah)
All of my demons invadin'
I live paranoid, hesitatin'
They bitin', they bitin' the cadence (Skrrt, skrrt)
Go out their way, it's okay (Skrrt, skrrt)
Just lock the doors at the basement (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got a gate with my face in it
[Chorus]
Brand new, brand new, this new place I got to
New world, new sky that's so blue it's black too (Yeah, yeah)
New growth, new growth, all these fades I outgrew (Yeah)
Blue bands, blue bands, get my cash from drive-thru (Ooh)
Boy, you too flash, too flash, keep the flash minimal (Ooh, ooh)
Bitch, I'm too cold, too cold, see my breath visible (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah
Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah
Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in Vogue, yeah
Put '84s on lanes, I ride by, you think it is spokes ('Pokes), uh
We did it, we said it, we spoke ('Poke), yeah
We put it out, thought it was smoke, this 504, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo
[Verse 3]
Moving in silence don't mean it's movin' slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinkling methamphetamines on the leaves like the snow
Bet they soak
I'm a new species, tail swings on the road
Come to reach and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Some for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds, carats (Yeah)
Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (Alright)
Landing downwind, caught two wings (It's lit)
Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (Yeah, yeah)
Better pray, better pray, two wings (Straight up)
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CAROUSEL
|
Travis Scott
|
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm
[Chorus]
Yup, in my white tee, yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh
They gon' wipe you before you wipe me
Unboxing of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Cacti's, not no iced tea (Hah), uh
Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah), uh
You need more than Google just to find me (Ah), uh
I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icki-icki, general
I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, ooh), uh
Me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, woo), uh
We've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)
I've seen his face, seen it, yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)
Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (Da, da, da)
Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)
I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)
Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)
Keep that, keep that ho (Uh), R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)
Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)
I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo-doo, doo, hee)
Yep, in my slime tee (Doo, doo-doo, hee)
Princey in his prime, yee (Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, hee)
Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doo, doo, doo-doo, doo, hee)
Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doo)
[Chorus]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah), yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, uh (It's lit)
They gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
Unboxing of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 3]
'Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin', man
Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy
Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah)
There's a lot I'm gon' spend
Tell me when (Ooh), I beam you to pull up (Ooh), you gon' shootout while I spin
Trippin' like I'm trigger happy, saltfish, ackee, ackee
Golf buggy, Kawasaki, catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin' life
London city, left the town (Ah)
Thug and Travis be the fam
[Verse 4]
Yup, yeah, you know that (Slatt)
And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (Yeah)
Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack
I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies
I've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock, I provide the remedy (Let's go)
When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit), it's like Zootopia
You see the crosses over ya (Yeah), that's how you know it's us
At 4 a.m. I'm phonin' ya, not for no shoulder rub
Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck
[Chorus]
Yup, in my white tee (Yeah), yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please, yeah
They gon' wipe you before you wipe me, yeah
Unboxing of checks, not my—, checks, not my—
[Outro]
(Maya!)
I be where the fuck the light be
Bangers in the system, it's—
Bangers in the system, it's—
Ancient Anunnaki
Bangers in the system, it's that
Bangers in the system, it's that
M.I.A.
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FRANCHISE
|
Travis Scott
|
[Intro]
(Sucker-ass) I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker (Take money)
Westside, Bad Boy killers (Take money, you know)
You know who the realest is, niggas (Take money)
We bring it too (That's aight, haha)
(Take money) Haha
[Verse 1]
First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim
Westside, when we ride, come equipped with game
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life
Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A., some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels
Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Haha)
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see
[Chorus]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace (Uh-huh, yeah)
Nigga, I hit 'em up
[Interlude]
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (Take money)
I don't even know why I'm on this track (Take money)
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level, I'ma let my lil' homies ride (Take money)
On you bitch-made-ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (Ayo, ayo, hold the fuck up, yeah; take money)
[Verse 2]
Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps
Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya
Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty, sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up
[Chorus]
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga, we hit 'em up
[Verse 3]
Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open
Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money, but it's funny to me
All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And begged a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Uh
Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight
With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up
[Verse 4]
I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario
Little Cease, I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
With 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique, movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped, get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked (Haha)
[Verse 5]
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
'Bout to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Lil' Caesar in a choke
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
Nigga, I hit 'em up
[Outro]
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, hahaha
They don't wanna see us (Take money)
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us (Take money)
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money) We millionaires
Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it (Take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, huh, you wanna fuck with us? (Take money)
You lil' young-ass motherfuckers (Take money)
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'? (Take money)
You're fuckin' with me, nigga, you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (Take money)
You better back the fuck up 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
This how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
Now, when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion
Well, this is how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too
(Take money, take money)
All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders, Westside, 'til we die
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shits go triple and four-quadruple (Take money)
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is, when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killers
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Hit ’Em Up
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
Ooh, yeah (Ooh)
(Come on, come on)
[Verse 1]
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth livin'? Should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and, even worse, I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
"Give the crack to the kids, who the hell cares?
One less hungry mouth on the welfare"
First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers
Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other
"It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother
But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me? Uh
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
But things change, and that's the way it is
[Chorus]
(Come on, come on)
That's just the way it is (Changes)
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?)
Aww, yeah-yeah (Hear me)
(Oh my, oh my, come on, come on)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is)
Things'll never be the same
(Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah)
That's just the way it is (Way it is)
Aww, yeah (Come on, come on)
[Verse 2]
I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people, they'll be actin' right
'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight
And the only time we chill is when we kill each other (Kill each other)
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready to see a black president, uh (Oh-ooh)
It ain't a secret, don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks
But some things will never change (Never change)
Try to show another way, but you stayin' in the dope game (Ooh)
Now tell me, what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you (Yeah)
You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today," but you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin' crack to the kids (Oh-oh), "I gotta get paid" (Oh)
Well hey, well that's the way it is
[Chorus]
(Come on, come on)
That's just the way it is (Changes)
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is (That's the way it is, what?)
Aww, yeah (Hear me)
(Oh my, oh my, come on, come on)
That's just the way it is (That's just the way it is, the way it is)
Things'll never be the same
(Never be the same, yeah, yeah, yeah, aww, yeah)
That's just the way it is (Way it is)
Aww, yeah (Aww, yeah, aww, yeah)
[Interlude]
We gotta make a change
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes
Let's change the way we eat
Let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other
You see, the old way wasn't workin'
So it's on us to do what we gotta do to survive
[Verse 3]
And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?
It's war on the streets and the war in the Middle East (Ooh, yeah)
Instead of war on poverty
They got a war on drugs so the police can bother me
And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the facts, givin' it back to you (Ooh)
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up
Crack you up and pimp-smack you up
You gotta learn to hold your own
They get jealous when they see you with your mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this, when they try to rush, I bust this
That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no fool (Oh)
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back
'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the payback
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Comin' back after all these years
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat," that's the way it is
[Chorus]
(Uh)
That's just the way it is (Just the way it is, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Things'll never be the same (Yeah)
That's just the way it is (The way it is)
Aww, yeah (Some things will never change, oh my)
(I'm tryna make a change)
(You're my brother, you're my sister, yeah)
That's just the way it is (The way it is, the way it is)
Things'll never be the same (You're my brother, you're my sister)
That's just the way it is, aww, yeah
Some things'll never change
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Changes
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
Little something for my godson Elijah
And a little girl named Corin
[Verse 1]
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots (Oh)
I give a holla to my sisters on welfare
2Pac cares if don't nobody else care (Oh)
And, uh, I know they like to beat you down a lot
When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive, but don't forget, girl, keep ya head up
And when he tells you you ain't nothin', don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him
'Cause, sister, you don't need him
And I ain't tryin' to gas you up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (You don't need him)
You know what makes me unhappy? (What's that?)
When brothers make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman (Yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
(Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?)
I think it's time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't, we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies that make the babies (Oh, yeah-yeah)
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up?
I know you're fed up, ladies, but keep ya head up
[Chorus]
(Keep ya head up)
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-keep ya head up)
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter
(Oh-oh, keep ya head up)
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
(Keep-keep ya head up)
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter
[Verse 2]
Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye used to sing to me
He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be
And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough
And though we had it rough, we always had enough
I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules
Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or two
I realize Mama really paid the price
She nearly gave her life to raise me right (Oh, yeah-yeah)
And all I had to give her was my pipe dream
Of how I'd rock the mic and make it to the bright screen
I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
It's hard to be legit and still pay your rent
And in the end, it seems I'm headin' for the pen'
I try to find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind
Last night, my buddy lost his whole family
It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity (Oh, no, no, no)
It seems the rain'll never let up
I try to keep my head up and still keep from gettin' wet up, huh
You know, it's funny, when it rains it pours
They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor
Said it ain't no hope for the youth
And the truth is it ain't no hope for the future
And then they wonder why we crazy, huh
I blame my mother for turnin' my brother into a crack baby
We ain't meant to survive 'cause it's a set-up
And even though you're fed up, huh, you got to keep ya head up
[Verse 3]
And, uh, to all the ladies havin' babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by your lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want 'em
'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and come back for more (Oh-oh)
'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your son
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain, you was dealt this hell of a hand
Without a man, feelin' helpless (I know you were)
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dyin' inside, but outside you're lookin' fearless
While the tears is rollin' down your cheeks
You're steady hopin' things don't all fall this week (Yeah)
'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it (Yeah)
And don't blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it (Oh, yeah)
And now my son's gettin' older and older
And cold from havin' the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz
I'm still tryin' to hold on to survivin' friends (Oh, yeah)
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up
But, huh, please, you got to keep your head up
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Keep Ya Head Up
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Tupac
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[Intro]
California love
[Chorus]
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of L.A
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
[Verse 1]
Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West
A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness
The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be
The state where you never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-making-machines servin' fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin' rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin' Sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin', lookin' like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to the Bay
Your city is the bomb if your city makin' pay
Throw up a finger if you feel the same way
Dre puttin' it down for Californ-i-a
[Chorus]
California knows how to party
California knows how to party (Yes, they do)
In the city of L.A
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin', we keep it rockin'
[Post-Chorus]
Shake, shake it, baby
Shake, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali
Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
[Verse 2]
Out on bail, fresh out of jail, California dreamin'
Soon as I step on the scene, I'm hearin' hoochies screamin'
Fiendin' for money and alcohol, the life of a Westside player
Where cowards die and the strong ball
Only in Cali where we riot, not rally, to live and die
In L.A. we wearin' Chucks, not Ballys (Yeah, that's right)
Dressed in Locs and Khaki suits, and ride is what we do
Flossin' but have caution: we collide with other crews
Famous because we throw grams
Worldwide, let them recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrans
Bumpin' and grindin' like a slow jam
It's Westside, so you know the Row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say, but give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A
From Oakland to Sac-town, the Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put their mack down; give me love!
[Ad-Libs]
South Central
Uh, that's right
Now make it shake
[Ad-Libs]
Shake it, Cali
Uh, uh, West Coast
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house
Uh, yeah, Oaktown
Oakland definitely in the house
Frisco, Frisco
[Outro]
And you know L.A. up in here
Pasadena, where you at?
Yeah, Inglewood
Inglewood always up to no good
Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece, baby
Sacramento, Sacramento where you at?
Throw it up, y'all! Throw it up, throw it up!
I can't see ya
Let's show these fools how we do it over on this Westside
'Cause you and I know it's the best side
Yeah, that's right
West Coast, West Coast
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California Love
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Tupac
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[Intro]
You are appreciated
[Verse 1]
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old, kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school, and scared to go home
I was a fool, with the big boys breakin' all the rules
I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years
We was poorer than the other little kids
And even though we had different daddies, the same drama
When things went wrong we'd blame Mama
I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell
Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell
And who'd think in elementary, hey
I'd see the penitentiary one day?
And runnin' from the police, that's right
Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside
And even as a crack fiend, Mama
You always was a black queen, Mama
I finally understand
For a woman, it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did it
There's no way I can pay you back
But the plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
[Chorus]
Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama)
Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated)
Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya?
[Verse 2]
Now, ain't nobody tell us it was fair
No love for my daddy, 'cause the coward wasn't there
He passed away and I didn't cry
'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger
They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along
I was lookin' for a father, he was gone
I hung around with the thugs, and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love
I moved out and started really hangin'
I needed money of my own, so I started slangin'
I ain't guilty, 'cause even though I sell rocks
It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox
I love payin' rent when the rent is due
I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you
'Cause when I was low you was there for me
You never left me alone, because you cared for me
And I could see you comin' home after work late
You're in the kitchen, tryin' to fix us a hot plate
You just workin' with the scraps you was given
And Mama made miracles every Thanksgivin'
But now the road got rough, you're alone
You're tryin' to raise two bad kids on your own
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
[Verse 3]
Pour out some liquor and I reminisce
'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
You never kept a secret, always stayed real
And I appreciate how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if you hold on
It's a struggle every day, gotta roll on
And there's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
[Chorus]
Lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama)
Sweet lady, place no one above ya (You are appreciated)
Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? (Dear Mama)
Sweet lady, lady (Dear Mama)
Lady, lady
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Dear Mama
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Tupac
|
[Segue from "Bomb First"]
[Intro]
Makaveli in this, Killuminati
All through your body
The blow is like a 12-Gauge shotty
Uh, feel me
(Come with me; Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see)
And God said he should send his one begotten son
(What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die?)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me! (La, la-da-la-la-la-la-la)
Eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh!
[Chorus]
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la-da-la-la-la-la-la
[Verse 1]
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein' quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention: bless me please, Father, I'm a ghost
In these killing fields, Hail Mary, catch me if I go
Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman
Screams in the dark, evil lurks, enemies see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit
Plus, Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust, it's just as well, Hail Mary
[Chorus]
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, da-da, da, da, da-da, da
[Verse 2]
Penitentiaries is packed with promise-makers
Never realized the precious time that bitch niggas is wastin'
Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble
Much too hardened for a smile, way too crazy to be humble
We ballin', catch me, Father, please
‘Cause I'm fallin' in the liquor store
Pass the Hennessy, I hear you callin', can I get some more?
Bail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do?
One life to live, but I got nothin' to lose
Just me and you on a one-way trip to prison, sellin' drugs
We all wrapped up in this livin', life as thugs
To my homeboys in Clinton Max doin' their bid
Raise hell to this real shit and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
Thuggin' eternal through my heart
Now hail Mary, nigga
[Verse 3]
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half-dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and Thai Chronic
Mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me thug-livin' gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
[Verse 4]
Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feelin' rowdy
Ready to wet the party up
And whoever in that motherfucker, nasty new street Slugger, my heat seeks suckers on the regular
Mashin' in a stolen Black Ac' Integra
Cocked back, sixty seconds 'til the draw, that's when I'm deadin' ya
Feet first, you've got a nice Gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church
I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt
Needin' work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
‘Cause word is bond
When I was broke, I had to hustle 'til dawn
That's when the sun came up, there's only one way up
Hold your head and stay up
To all my niggas, get your pay and weight up
[Bridge]
If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
[Chorus]
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
We've been travelin' on this weary road
Sometimes life can be a heavy load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Come with me
Hail Mary, Hail Mary (Hail Mary)
We won't worry, everything will curry
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
Free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry, everything will curry
Yes, we free like the bird in the tree
We runnin' from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty
Hail Mary, hail Mary
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
La, la-da-la-la-la-la-la-la-da
[Outro]
Westside, Outlawz
Makaveli the Don, solo
Killuminati, The 7 Days
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Hail Mary
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
Big Syke, 'Nook, Hank, Bogart, Big Sur (Yeah)
Y'all know how this shit go (You know)
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
But you know what?
[Verse 1]
I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust
So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin'
Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'
Well, are you still down? Nigga, holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride
Hittin' motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the future's in my eyes
'cause all I want is cash and things
A five-double-0 Benz, flauntin' flashy rings, uhh
Bitches pursue me like a dream
Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems, my main thing was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade
Say money bring bitches and bitches bring lies
One nigga's gettin' jealous and motherfuckers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
We got foe niggas and low riders in ski masks
Screamin', "Thug Life!" every time they pass, all eyes on me
[Chorus]
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
[Interlude]
Hey, to my nigga Pac
[Verse 2]
So much trouble in the world, nigga
Can't nobody feel your pain
The world's changin' every day, time's movin' fast
My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?
I'm caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Mediocres got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I'm takin' off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a TEC
Devoted to servin' this Moët and pay checks
Like Akai satellite, nigga, I'm forever ballin'
It ain't right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin'
Sucker, duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handlin' my business, nigga, keep on coastin'
Where you goin', I been there, came back as lonely, homie
Steady flowin' against the grain, niggas still don't know me
It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
It ain't funny, niggas don't even know how to act, shit
What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, 24 parlay
My little homie G, can't you see I'm buster-free?
Niggas can't stand me; all eyes on me
[Chorus]
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
[Verse 3]
The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me
Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility
Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major
Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law
Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw
Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane
Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high
These niggas got me tossin' shit
I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
Up in the Benz, burnin' rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money, motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick it
All eyes on me
[Chorus]
Live the life as a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life as a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
[Outro]
Pay attention, my niggas! See how that shit go?
Nigga walk up in this motherfucker and it be like, "Bing!"
Cops, bitches, every-motherfuckin'-body
(Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)
(Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a nigga, you know?
(I live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)
(Livin' life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
He he he, it's like what they think
I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin'
They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope
(Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)
(Live my life as a boss playa)
I know y'all watchin', I know y'all got me in the scopes
(Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die)
(Live my life as a boss playa, 'cause even gettin' high)
I know y'all know this is Thug Life, baby!
Y'all got me under surveillance, huh?
All eyes on me, but I'm knowin'
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All Eyez On Me
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
Let's get ready to rumble!
Now, you know how we do it, like a G
What really go on in the mind of a nigga
That get down for theirs
Constantly, money over bitches
Not bitches over money
Stay on your grind, nigga
My ambitions as a ridah
My ambitions as a ridah
[Verse 1]
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin' without guard
Was born rough and rugged, addressin' the mass public (Hahaha)
My attitude was "fuck it," 'cause motherfuckers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
(And, uh) And my ambitions as a ridah (Excuse me, baby)
To catch her while she hot and horny, go up inside her (Got ya)
Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the telly, ho!"
Equipped with money in a Benz 'cause, bitch, I'm barely broke (Hahaha)
I'm smokin' bomb-ass weed, feelin' crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin' and prayers to breakin' motherfuckers to pay us
I got no time for these bitches (Hell no), 'cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal ticket mission, want a mil' so I'm wishin'
Competition got me blitzed on that bullshit they stressin' (Booyah)
I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's mandatory
No guts, no glory, my nigga, bitch got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so (Haha)
Can't trust a bitch in the business so I got with Death Row (Yeah)
Now these money-hungry bitches gettin' suspicious
Started plottin' and plannin' on a scheme to come and trick us (Haha)
But thug niggas be on point and game tight (Yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart are strapped up the same night
Got problems, then handle it, motherfuckers see me
These niggas is jealous, 'cause deep in they hearts they wanna be me
Uh, yeah (Haha), and now you got me right beside ya
Hopin' you listen, I catch you payin' attention
To my ambitions as a ridah
[Chorus]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah)
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
(I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah)
[Verse 2]
It was my only wish to rise above these jealous
Coward motherfuckers I despise, when it's time to ride
I was the first to hop inside (Let's go, nigga, let's go), give me the .9
I'm ready to die right here tonight and motherfuck they life (Yeah, nigga!)
That's what they screamin' as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So I open fire until you kill me, witness my steel (That's all you niggas got? Hahaha)
Spittin' at adversaries, envious and after me
I'd rather die before they capture me, watch me bleed
Mama (Dear Mama), come rescue me, I'm suicidal, thinkin' thoughts
I'm innocent so there'll be bullets flyin' when I'm caught (Shoot)
Fuck doin' jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my nigga Tyson
Thuggin' for life, and if you right, then, nigga, die for it
Let them other bustas try, at least you tried for it (Hahaha)
When it's time to die, then be a man and pick the way you leave (Yeah, nigga)
Fuck peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah
[Chorus]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me (My ambitions as a ridah)
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
[Verse 3]
My murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me
Stay off the block, evade the cops 'cause I know they comin' for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years (I'm back, baby)
Now I'm back, my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleed
Niggas'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
(Buck-buck-buck-buck-buck) Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish
My powers, so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin' menace (Them niggas cowards)
They cowards, that's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggas (Bitch-ass niggas) on my team so indeed they wet me up (Punk niggas)
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
Lace 'em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money I'll have these motherfuckers buried
I been gettin' much mail in jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it (Hahaha)
Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it (Yeah, right)
Witness the realest, a who-ridah when I put the shit inside
The cries from all your people when they find her, must remind ya
(Thug life) My history'll prove I been it
Revenge on them niggas that played me and all the cowards that was down wit' it
Now it's your nigga right beside ya
Hopin' you listen, got you payin' attention to my ambitions
As a ridah
[Chorus]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
(My ambitions as a ridah)
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
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Ambitionz Az a Ridah
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
Up outta there, hahaha
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Eh, light that up, Snoop, why you actin' like that?
Ahh shit, hahah, you done fucked up now
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two of America's most wanted
In the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time?
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Ha, ha, ha, ha, y'all niggas about to feel this
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms
Have one on us, aight?
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
A toast to the gangsters
[Verse 1]
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bombin' hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N, double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie
You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sure enough, I keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin' on the outcome
"Free 2Pac" is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time, it seem they tryna take mine
So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases (Hm)
Bitches, get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down (Biatch)
Uh, me and Snoop about to clown
I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin'
Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage, I've got
Nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish
I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerino
I've got a house out in the hills, right next to Chino
And I think I've got a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It feels good to you, baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the ki's, motherfucker
Now, follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us?
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's
If you got it, better flaunt it
Another warrant, 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
[Chorus]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
[Verse 2]
Now give me fifty feet, defeat is not my destiny
Release me to the streets and keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, suffering is greed
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
I bust and flee, these niggas must be crazy, what?
There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers, who can fade the thug?
You thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
It's like, Cuh, Blood, gang-bangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'
You gotta have paper in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You doin' your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turn gray
Let me tell you 'bout life and 'bout the way it is
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid
They tell me not to roll with my Glock, so now I got a throw-away
Floatin' in the black Benz (Baitch), tryin' to do a show a day
They wonder how I live with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill on my block
Schemes for currency and dough-related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryna get up on it
My nigga, Dogg, and me (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Eternally the most wanted
[Chorus]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Biatch)
[Outro]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Where you at? Where you at?
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Yeah, bitch, hahah
Death Row
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2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit' ya, I ain't mad at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all
Know what I mean? 'Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there
Kickin' up dust, givin' a motherfuck
Yeah, niggas, 'cause I ain't mad at cha
[Verse 1]
Now we was once two niggas of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller, but you still rolled
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
'Member when you had a Jheri curl, didn't quite learn
On the block, wit'cha Glock, trippin' off sherm
Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed
Oh, you a Muslim now? No more dope game
Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail
Wanna go to the mosque, don't wanna chase tail
It seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man
Hit the pen' and now no sinnin' is the game plan
When I talk about money, all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin' large, you tell me it's trouble
Congratulations on the weddin', I hope your wife know
She got a player for life, and that's no bullshittin'
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it
Knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that
Go toe-to-toe, when it's time to roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, 'cause I'm just laughin' at cha
You tryin' hard to maintain, then go ahead
'Cause I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus]
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
[Verse 2]
We used to be like distant cousins, fightin', playin' dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin', knowin' that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin' and grindin', wasn't nothin' on our mind
In time, we'd learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony, lovin' the way the guns blow
And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up-state
I kiss my mama goodbye and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight, the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, 'cause mama, I ain't happy here
I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years
They got me goin' mad, I'm knockin' busters on they backs
In my cell, thinkin', "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'd be there, so prepare to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at cha
'Cause you's a down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus]
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
A true down-ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha
[Verse 3]
Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block
He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's
Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga, but you made it so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb, hopin' we make it to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as an adolescent, I refused to be a convalescent
So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggas just don't know, (Ohh) but I ain't mad at cha
[Chorus]
I ain't mad at cha
Ha, I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
You knd Iowain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
(I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't mad at cha
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I Ain’t Mad At Cha
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
Only God can judge me (That right?)
Only God can judge me now
Nobody else (Nobody else)
All you other motherfuckers get out my business (Really)
Only God can judge me now
[Verse 1]
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies, just a bunch of dirty rats
Will I succeed? Paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus, try to focus, but I can't see
And in my mind I'm a blind man doin' time
Look to my future, 'cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime to fight for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin', tell me what's the use in tryin'
I've been trapped since birth, cautious, 'cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family in a hearse
And they say it's the White man I should fear
But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make 'em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin' for
Everybody's droppin', got me knockin' on Heaven's door
And all my memories of seein' brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts, don't get caught up in the mix
'Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
[Chorus]
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me now
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[Verse 2]
Flatline
I hear the doctor standin' over me, screamin' I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes, layin' here naked
Still I can't breathe, something's evil in my IV
'Cause everytime I breathe I think they killin' me
I'm havin' nightmares, homicidal fantasies
I wake up stranglin', danglin' my bed sheets
I call the nurse 'cause it hurts to reminisce
How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here
'Cause even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?
Try to remember but it hurts
I'm walkin' through the cemetery, talkin' to the dirt
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours
"Black Power" is what we scream
As we dream in a paranoid state
And our fate is a lifetime of hate
Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace
'Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat
No more hesitation, each and every black male's trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal running 'round strapped
Mr. Police, please try to see
That there's a million motherfuckers stressin' just like me
[Chorus]
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me now
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me now
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
[Interlude]
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger
That's for real
And I don't see why everybody feel as though
That they gotta tell me how to live my life
You know?
Let me live, baby, let me live
[Verse 3]
Pac, I feel ya, keep servin' it on the realer
For instance, say a playa-hatin' mark is out to kill ya
Would you be wrong for buckin' a nigga to the pavement?
He gon' get me first, if I don't get him, fool, start prayin'
Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law
So judge us when we get to where we're goin, wearin' a cross
That's real, got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him
Sold a half a million tapes, now everybody want him
After talkin' behind my back, like a bitch would
Tellin' them niggas, "You can fade him"
Punk, I wish you would
It be them same motherfuckers in your face
That'll rush up in your place to get your safe
Knowin' you on that paper chase
Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch
My new shit is so fetti, already sold a ki or ounce
Bitch, remember 2Pac and 4-Tay
Them same two brothers dodgin' bullets, representin' the Bay
Pac, when you was locked down, that's when "I'll Be Around"
Start climbin' up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown
That's why they ride the bandwagon
Still be draggin', sellin' lies
Don't think I don't see you haters, I know y'all in disguise
[Verse 4]
Guess you figure you know me, 'cause I'm a thug
That love to hit the late night clubs, drink them Buds
Been livin' lavish like a player all day
Now I'm 'bout to floss some boss player shit with 4-Tay
[Outro]
Only God man
That right?
That's real
Hahahahahaha
Fuck everybody else, you know what I'm sayin'?
Man, look here, man
My only fear of death is comin' back to this bitch reincarnated, man
That's for the homie Mental
Hehehehe
We up out
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Only God Can Judge Me
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
You try to plant somethin in the conrete, y'knowhatImean?
If it GROW, and the and the rose petal got all kind of
Scratches and marks, you not gon' say, "Damn, look at
All the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from concrete"
You gon' be like, "Damn! A rose grew from the concrete?!"
Same thing with me, y'knahmean? I grew out of all of this
Instead of sayin, "Damn, he did this, he did this,"
Just be like, "DAMN! He grew out of that? He came out of that?"
That's what they should say, y'knowhatImean?
All the trouble to survive and make good out of the dirty, nasty
Y'knowhahatImean unbelievable lifestyle they gave me
I'm just tryin to make somethin...
[Refrain 1]
When no one even cared
The rose it grew from concrete
Keepin all these dreams
Provin nature's laws wrong
It learned how to walk without havin feet
It came from concrete
[Verse 2]
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Provin nature's laws wrong it learned how to walk without havin feet
Funny it seems but, by keepin its dreams
It, learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else even cared
No one else even cared...
The rose that grew from concrete
[Verse 3]
Did you hear..
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Provin' nature's laws wrong
It learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams
It learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
When no one else, even cared
[Refrain 2]
Keepin all these dreams
Provin nature's laws wrong
It learned how to walk without havin feet (to breathe the fresh air)
It came from concrete (to breathe the fresh air)
(to breathe the fresh air, to breathe the fresh air)
[Outro]
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
Had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its
Tenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun
Well, we are the roses - this is the concrete - and these are
My damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God nigga, ask me how!
Hahahaha..
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The Rose That Grew From Concrete
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
Between you and Biggie it was like, who's gon’—who’s gon’— who rules the nigga kingdom and shit, basically, you know what I'm saying? I was like, this is like a fucking
It is like that
Election. It’s an election and shit
It is that
You know what I am saying?
Me and Biggie's situation is smaller than that. Me and Biggie’s situation is like…
[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead
Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight?
(You don't know?)
Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die?
[Verse 1]
Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up
Choppin' rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads to change our description
Two cops is on the milk box missin'
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon
Run from the police, picture that
Nigga, I'm too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack
That's why I bust back, it don't faze me
When he drop, take his Glock and I'm Swayze
Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight
Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead
Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die? (t's on me)
[Verse 2]
But still I'm havin' memories of high speed when the cops crashed
As I laugh, pushin' the gas while my Glocks blast
We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart
In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts?
Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me
A couple of movies, now the whole world's tryna screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do?
But stay true, sippin' 22's of brew
And now media is tryna test me
Got the press askin' questions, tryna stress me
Misery is all I see, that's my mind state
My history with the police will shake the crime rate
My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped
He screamed "Thug Life" and emptied the clip
Got tired of runnin' from the police
[Chorus]
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead
Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die?
[Outro]
They wanted a new regime
And my regime includes East Coast, includes West Coast
I was more shocked than anything
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I wasn't more shocked of him dying
I was more shocked of him—
Pac is a strong dude, yo
I know dude, you know what I'm sayin'? Real strong
So when they was like "he got shot"
I was just more like, "Again?" you know what I'm sayin'?
He always gettin' shot, or shot at
He goin' to pull through this one, again
Make a few records about it, and it's goin' to be over
You know what I'm sayin'?
But when he— when he died, I was just like
"Woah," you know what I'm saying? Kinda took me by
I mean, even though we was going through our drama
I would never wish death on nobody
You know what I'm sayin'?
Because there ain't no comin' back from that
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Runnin’ (Dying to Live)
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
Turn it up loud
Hahaha, ahahaha, hey, man
You a little sucker for love, Pac!
Word up, hahahahaha (A sucker for love)
[Verse 1]
I should've seen you was trouble right from the start, taught me so many lessons
How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions
When this began, we was the perfect match, perhaps
We had some problems, but we workin' at it, and now
The arguments are gettin' loud, I wanna stay
But I can't help from walkin' out, just throw it away
Just take my hand and understand if you could see
I never planned to be your man, it just wasn't me
But now I'm searchin' for commitment, in other arms
I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed
Your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin'
Soon as I opened up the door with your jealous questions
Like, where can I be? You're killin' me with your jealousy
Now my ambition's to be free
I can't breathe, 'cause soon as I leave, it's like a trap
I hear you callin' me to come back, I'm a sucker for love
[Chorus]
What you won't do, do for love? (That's right, sucker for love)
You tried everything, but you don't give up (Sucker for love)
What you won't do, do for love?
You tried everything, but you don't give up
[Verse 2]
Just when I thought I broke away and I'm feelin' happy, you tried to trap me
Said you're pregnant and guess who the daddy? Don't wanna fall for it
But in this case what could I do? So now I'm back
To makin' promises to you, tryna keep it true
What if I'm wrong? A trick to keep me holdin' on
Tryna be strong and in the process, keep it goin'
I'm 'bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin' close
To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost
Tell me who knows a peaceful place where I can go
To clear my head, I'm feelin' low, losin' control
My heart is sayin', "Leave!" Oh, what a tangled web we weave
When we conspire to conceive, and now
You gettin' calls at the house, guess you cheatin'
That's all I need to hear, 'cause I'm leavin', I'm out the door
Never no more you will see me, this is the end
'Cause now I know you've been cheatin', I'm a sucker for love
[Chorus]
What you won't do, do for love? (Sucker for love)
You tried everything, but you don't give up (Don't, sucker for love)
What you won't do, do for love? (Oh, yeah, sucker for love)
You tried everything, but you don't give up (Oh, baby)
[Verse 3]
Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay
As you sit and pray, hopin' the beatings'll go away
It wasn't always a hit-and-run relationship
It used to be love, happiness and companionship
Remember when I treated you good
I moved you up to the hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
Me and you, a happy home, when it was on
I had a love to call my own
I should've seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes
Preoccupied with gettin' tossed, no need to lie
You had a man and I knew it, you told me
Don't worry 'bout it, we can do it now, I'm under pressure
Make a decision 'cause I'm waitin', when I'm alone
I'm on the phone havin' secret conversations, huh
I wanna take your misery
Replace it with happiness but I need your faith in me, I'm a sucker for love
[Chorus]
What you won't do, do for love? (What you won't do for love, sucker for love)
You tried everything, but you don't give up (That ain't right, I'm a sucker for love)
What you won't do, do for love?
You tried everything, but you don't give up (No)
[Outro]
What you won't do, do for love? (Sucker for love)
You tried everything, but you don't give up (Sucker for love)
What you won't do, do for love? (Sucker for love)
You tried everything, but you don't give up (Sucker for love)
What you won't do? (Do for love)
You tried everything, but you don't give up
What you won't do? (Do for love)
You tried everything, but you don't give up
Do for love, yeah, baby, yeah
Do for love
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Do For Love
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Tupac
|
[Chorus]
It's just me against the world
Nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
[Verse 1]
Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets though bodies is droppin' there ain't no stoppin' me
Constantly movin' while makin' millions
Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Can't reach the children, 'cause they're illin'
Addicted to killin' and the appeal from the cap peelin'
Without feelin', but will they last or be blasted?
Hard-headed bastard, maybe he'll listen in his casket, the aftermath
More bodies bein' buried
I'm losin' my homies in a hurry, they're relocatin' to the cemetery
Got me worried, stressin', my vision's blurry
The question is will I live, no one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin' this anger
Don't wanna make excuses 'cause this is how it is, what's the use?
Unless we're shootin', no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world, baby
[Chorus]
Me against the world
It's just me against the world
It's just me against the world
Me against the world
'Cause it's just me against the world, baby (Hey)
Me against the world (Ooh yeah)
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby
I got nothin' to lose
[Verse 2]
Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself, see
Ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons already crazy and screamin'
I guess them nightmares as a child
Had me scared but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route for a crooked Outlaw?
Veteran, a villain, a young thug, who one day shall fall
[Verse 3]
Everyday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-less, I'm seein' more reasons for me to proceed with thievin'
Cheme on the schemin' and leave they peeps grievin'
'Cause ain't no bucks to stack up
My nuts is backed up, I'm about to act up
Go load the MAC up, now watch me klacka
Tried makin' fat cuts, but yo, it ain't workin'
And evil's lurkin', I can see him smirkin' when I gets to pervin'
So what? Go put some work in and make my mail
Makin' sales, riskin' 25 with a L, but oh well
[Chorus]
Me against the world
With nothin' to lose (Ooh yeah)
It's just me against the world
It's just me against the world, baby
Me against the world
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world
It's just me against the world, baby
With nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby
Me against the world
Me against the world
I got nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby (hehe)
[Verse 4]
With all this extra stressin', the question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finally get to rest through this oppression?
They punish the people that's askin' questions
And those that possess steal from the ones without possessions
The message I stress: to make it stop, study your lessons
Don't settle for less, even the genius asks his questions
Be grateful for blessings, don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let this pressure make you panic
And when you get stranded and things don't go the way you planned it
Dreamin' of riches, in a position of makin' a difference
Politicians are hypocrites, they don't wanna listen
If I'm insane, it's the fame made a brother change
It wasn't nothin' like the game; it's just me against the world
[Chorus]
Me against the world
Nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby
Me against the world
Got me stuck in the game (Ooh yeah)
It's just me against the world
Nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby
Me against the world
[Outro]
Hahaha, that's right
I know it seem hard sometimes
But, uh, remember one thing
Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get
Stick your chest out, keep your head up, and handle it
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Me Against the World
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Tupac
|
[Intro]
Uh, hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
[Verse 1]
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinkin' of bliss and the good days (Days)
I stop and stare at the younger
My heart goes to 'em, they tested with stress that they under
And nowadays, things change
Everyone's ashamed of the youth, 'cause the truth look strange
And for me, it's reversed
We left 'em a world that's cursed, and it hurts (Hurts)
‘Cause any day, they'll push the button
And all good men like Malcolm X or Bobby Hutton died for nothin'
Don't it make you get teary? The world looks dreary
When you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
There's no need for you to fear me
If you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain't about black or white, ‘cause we human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined
My ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
Those who wish to follow me (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
[Verse 2]
Tell me, do you see that old lady, ain't it sad?
Livin' out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there, there's a lady
Crack got her crazy, guess who's givin' birth to a baby?
I don't trip or let it fade me
From out of the fryin' pan, we jump into another form of slavery
Even now, I get discouraged
Wonder, if they take it all back, will I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles (Own bottles)
I make mistakes, but learn from every one
And when it's said and done, I bet this brother be a better one
If I upset you, don't stress
Never forget that God isn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind and let the Lord do his thing
But am I less holy
'Cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies?
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets
My ghetto gospel
[Chorus]
Those who wish to follow me (Yeah, ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last
Into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sound of guns
[Outro]
Lord, can you hear me speak?
To pay the price of bein' hellbound
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Ghetto Gospel
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
Lookin' hard but won't realize
That they will never see the P!
You must be goin' blind
[Verse 1]
Give me my money in stacks and lace my bitches with dime figures
Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers
Must see my enemies defeated
I catch 'em while they coked up and weeded
Open fire, now them niggas bleedin'
See me in flesh and test and get your chest blown
Straight out the West, don't get blown
My adversaries cry like hoes, open and shut like doors
Is you a friend or foe? Nigga, you ain't know?
They got me stressed out on Death Row
I've seen money, but baby, I've gots to get mo'
You screamin', "Go 2Pac!" and I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm well-paid
Bail's paid now, nigga, look what hell made
Visions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire
Bunch of Thug Life niggas on the rise, until I die
Ask me why I'm a boss player gettin' high
And when I'm rollin' by niggas can't see me!
[Chorus]
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
[Verse 2]
Been gettin' word that these square motherfuckers with nerves
Sayin' they can get with us, but picture me gettin' served
My own mama say I'm thugged out
My shit be poppin' out the record store as if it was a drug house
My lyrics bang like a Crip or Blood
Nigga, what? It ain't nothin' but a party when we thug
And there I was, a young nigga with heart, ain't had shit to lose
Pullin' my pistol on them fools, you know the rules
D-R-E, you got me heated; my words like a penitentiary dick
Hittin' bitches where it's most needed
Money and weed, Alizé and Hennessy
To my thug niggas in lock down: witness me
Bail on these hoes in floss-mode
The life of a boss player, fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch when my album hit the streets; niggas can't see me!
[Chorus]
Niggas can't see me
They can't see me
Which way did he go, George?
Which way did he go?
Oh!! Which way did he go?
Which way did he go?
[Verse 3]
You niggas made a mistake
You should've never put my rhymes with Dre
Them thug niggas have arrived and it's judgement day
Hey homie, if you feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me that they missed, they ain't kill me
I can make a motherfucker shake, rattle and roll
I'm full of liquor, thug nigga, quick to jab at them hoes
And I can make you jealous niggas famous
Fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a nigga's aim is
I'm just a rich motherfucker from the way
If this rappin' bring me money, then I'm rappin' 'til I'm paid
I'm gettin' green like I'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these hoes and see how many I can go through
Look to the star and visualize my debut
Niggas know me, player, I gotta stay true
Don't be a dumb motherfucker 'cause it's crazy after dark
Where the true thug-niggas see your heart; niggas can't see me!
[Interlude]
Yo, check this out: stay off his dick
[Outro]
Niggas can't see me
Right before your eyes, I'll disappear from here
You niggas can't see me
You can't see me
I know it's hard nigga, I'm all up in your face
But you still can't see me
You can't see me
All up in your range, but niggas can't see me
20/20 vision won't visualize
I'm in the flesh, baby, but you can't see me
All those glasses won't help you realize
You blinded, you blinded, you can't see me
You can't see me
Thug Life, baby
Don't believe everything you read! Alizé and weed
You can't see me, right before your very eyes
You won't even visualize, you can't see me
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't see me
I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!
This one's for you, BIG baby
'Cause you bitch-ass niggas can't see me
Niggas can't see me
You can't see me
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
You won't see me
Yeah, first you see me, now you don't
Wanna see me, but you won't
Come to see me, but you can't
Oh, you can't see me
You can't see me
Right between your eyes and you'll never realize
Right before your eyes, you won't even realize
Visualize what you can't see
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Can’t C Me
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
Ah, yeah Hahaha (Yeah)
It's all about you, one time (I'ma say it's all about you, baby, yeah)
Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you (It's all about you) (This Dru Down in the house
With my boy 'Pizznac, you know what I'm sayin'?)
It's all about you (Yeah, I'm gon' say it's all about you
But you know I'm lyin' though, ha Yeah)
[Verse 1]
You probably crooked as the last trick
Want to laugh at how I got my ass caught up with this bad bitch?
Thinkin' I had her, but she had me in the long run
It's just my luck, I'm stuck with fuckin' with the wrong one
Wise decisions, based on lies we livin'
Scandalous times, this game's like my religion
You could be rollin' with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub, lookin' for some love
In every club, I see you starin' like you want it
Well, baby, if you got it, better flaunt it
Let the liquor help you get up on it
I'm still tipsy from last night
Bumpin' these walls as I pause, addicted to the fast life
I try to holla, but you tell me you taken
Sayin' you ain't impressed with the money I'm makin'
Guess it's true what they tellin' me
Fresh out of jail, life's hell for a black celebrity
So that's the reason why I call, and maybe you with it
Fantasies of us sweatin', can I hit it? (Hell no)
Addicted to the things you do
But still true what I'm sayin', boo, 'cause this is all about you
[Chorus]
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes (It's all about you)
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
[Verse 2]
I make a promise if you go with me
Just let me know, I'll have you hollerin' my name out before I leave
Nobody loves me, I'm a thug nigga
I only hung out with the criminals and drug dealers
I love niggas 'cause we comin' from the same place
Witness me holla at a hoochie, see how quick the game takes
How can I tell her I'm a playa and I don't even care?
Creep though, weed smoke's in the air
Everywhere I go, it's all about the groupie hoes
Waitin' for niggas at the end of every show
I just seen you in my friend's video
Could never put a bitch before my friends, so here we go
Follow the leader and peep the drama that I'm goin' through
It's all about you
Yeah, nigga, it's all about you
[Chorus]
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
[Verse 3]
Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu?
It ain't about you or your bitch-ass crew
Every other city we go and every video
Explain to a nigga why I see the same shitty ho?
You think it's all about you? Well, boo
I gets down like Dru, and my nasty new niggas, too
[Verse 4]
You couldn't hold me back, it'd take a fatter track
A lyrical attack, perhaps, it was a visual bluff
When I started to snaps all your rode 'em swoll
Straight in control, flows'll fold, while hoes cold stroll
Hold the set, I told Dramacy' go in next
Gold diggin', cold diggin' a gold Rolex
[Verse 5]
I slide in easily, try a grizzly
Sluts know the cut, I came to fuck, try skeezin' me
Runnin' up in ya just like Bruce Jenner when I bend ya
At the most, I fucked a bitch from the West Coast to West Virginia
(It's all about you)
[Chorus]
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
Every other city we go, every other video (It's all about you)
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
Every other city we go, every other video
No matter where I go, I see the same hoes
[Outro]
I'm tellin' ya, it's the same old shit
I mean, goddamn, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sittin' back, watchin' Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch who was in my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel, I'm checkin' out my homeboy 2Pac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video
You know what I'm sayin'? And then, you know what I'm sayin'?
What make that even more fucked up
I'm watchin' a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch on the Million Man March
That was in the homeboy Warren G video
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same ho
Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah
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All About U
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
I shed so many tears
If I should die before I wake
Please, God walk with me
Grab a nigga and take me to Heaven
[Verse 1]
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery
Left me alone, I grew up amongst a dyin' breed
Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest
Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest, tell me, can you feel me?
I'm not livin' in the past, you wanna last?
Be the first to blast, remember Kato
No longer with us, he's deceased
Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets, now he rest in peace
Is there a heaven for a G? Remember me
So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears
[Chorus]
Ahh, I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
[Verse 2]
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed
I'm havin' visions of leavin' here in a hearse, God, can you feel me?
Take me away from all the pressure and all the pain
Show me some happiness again, I'm goin' blind
I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well
I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail?
My life is in denial and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed so many tears
[Refrain]
Lord, I suffered through the years and shed so many tears
Lord, I lost so many peers and shed so many tears
[Verse 3]
Now, I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears
I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me
My every move is a calculated step
To bring me closer to embrace an early death, now there's nothin' left
There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest
I'm barely standin', about to go to pieces, screamin' peace
And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it
I had my mind full of demons tryin' to break free
They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin' the flame
Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game
No memories, just a misery
Paintin' a picture of my enemies killin' me in my sleep
Will I survive 'til the morning to see the Sun?
Please Lord, forgive me for my sins, 'cause here I come
[Refrain]
Lord! (God!) I suffered through the years and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers and—
[Verse 4]
Lord knows, I tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-by's takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future bright for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin' crazy, disillusioned lately
I've been really wantin' babies
So I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady, don't trust my lady
'Cause she's a product of this poison
I'm hearin' noises, think she's fuckin' all my boys, can't take no more
I'm fallin' to the floor
Beggin' for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door, shed so many tears (God please help me)
[Outro]
Lord, I lost so many years (I suffered through the years) and shed so many tears
I lost so many peers and shed so many tears
Lord, I suffered through the years and shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers and shed so many tears
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So Many Tears
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
'Round and 'round (Aw yeah)
'Round and 'round, 'round we go (I get around)
'Round and 'round
Still clown with the Underground, when we come around
(Step up, step-step up, step up)
'Round and 'round, 'round we go (stronger than ever)
'Round and 'round
[Verse 1]
Back to get wrecked, all respect
To those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
‘Cause, oh, they sweat a brother majorly
And I don't know why your girl keeps pagin' me
She tell me that she needs me, cries when she leaves me
And every time she sees me, she squeeze me—lady, take it easy!
Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me
I don't want it if it's that easy
Ayo, bust it, baby got a problem saying "Bye-bye"
Just another hazard of a fly guy
You ask "Why?", don't matter, my pockets got fatter
Now everybody's lookin' for the latter
And ain't no need in being greedy, if you wanna see me
Dial the beeper number, baby, when you need me
And I'll be there in a jiffy
Don't be picky, just be happy with this quickie
When will ya learn you can't tie me down
Baby doll, check it out: I get around
[Chorus]
What you mean you don't know?
Round and round, around we go
I get around, the Underground just don't stop for hoes
Round and round
I get around, still down with the Underground
Round and round, around we go
I get around, yeah, ayo Shock, let them hoes know
Round and round
[Verse 2]
Now you can tell from my everyday fits I ain't rich
So cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks)
I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (mix)
Tryna make a dollar out of 15 cents (A dime and a nickel)
Just 'cause I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets
Baby, I can see, that you don't recognize me
I'm Shock G, the one who put the satin on your panties
Never knew a hooker that could share me; I get around
[Verse 3]
What's up, love? How you doin'? (All right)
Well, I've been hangin', sangin' tryna do my thang, oh, you heard that I was bangin'
Your homegirl you went to school with? That's cool
But did she tell you about her sister and your cousin? Thought I wasn't (Uhh)
See, weekends were made for Michelob
But it's a Monday, my day, so just let me hit it, yo
And don't mistake my statement for a clown
We can keep in the down low, long as you know that I get around
[Chorus]
'Round and 'round, around we go
2Pacalypse Now don't stop for hoes, I get around
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round, around we go
Why I ain't call you? Hahahah, please!
'Round and 'round
[Verse 4]
Fingertips on the hips as I dip
Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip; loose lips sink ships
It's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips, see me jockin'
Put a little twist in her hips ‘cause I'm watchin'
Conversations on the phone 'til the break of dawn
Now we're all alone, why the lights on?
Turn them off! Time to set it off, get you wet and soft
Somethin' is on your mind, let it off
You don't know me, you just met me, you won't let me
Well, if I couldn't have it (Silly rabbit) why you sweatin' me?
It's a lot of real Gs doin' time
'Cause a groupie bent the truth and told a lie
You picked the wrong guy, baby, if you're too fly
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
'Cause I only got one night in town
Break out or be clowned, baby doll are you down?
I get around
[Outro]
'Round and 'round, around we go
'Round and 'round, around we go, uhh
'Round and 'round, around we go
'Round and 'round, around we go
'Round and 'round, 'round we go
'Round and 'round, 'round we go
'Round and 'round, 'round we go, woah
'Round and 'round we go
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round
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I Get Around
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
Shit, you mothafuckin' right!
I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot
When you punk-ass niggas don't
Nigga, west side! What?! Bring it on!
[Refrain]
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
[Verse 1]
Our childhood years recall the tears, heart laced with venom
Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt liquor — father, forgive 'em
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
My mafioso messiah, my congregation high, Ready to Die
We bail out to take the jail back, niggas unite
Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place
I could hardly wait to bust freely
Got you red-hot, you so happy to see me
Make the front page, prime time, live on TV
Nigga, my girlfriend, baby 45 but she still live
One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop
[Interlude]
What?! I'm bustin' on you punk-ass niggas
Run, nigga, run! I'm on yo' ass, nigga
Run, nigga! Duck and hide
When I'm bustin' on all you bitches!
Run, nigga! Yeah, Westside!
Uh! Uh! Uh! Die, nigga, die!
[Verse 2]
My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night
When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fight
Nigga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times
I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine
Picked you up when you was 9
Started out my life of crime with you
Bought you some shells when you turned 22
It's true, nothin' compares to the satisfaction
That I feel when we out mashin'; me and my girlfriend
[Chorus]
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
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
[Verse 3]
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 you, the secret to keep you
Being faithful, ‘cause now cheating's lethal
We're closer than the hands of time
Deeper than the drive of mankind
I trust you dearly, I shoot blind
In time I clock figures, droppin' niggas as we rise
We all soldiers in God's eyes
Now it's time for war, never leave me, baby
I'm paranoid, sleepin' with you loaded by my bedside, crazy
Jealous when you hang with 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 realest
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
[Verse 4]
I love finger-fuckin' you, all of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder
When you bust a nut, niggas 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]
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
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
All I need in this life of sin
Me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Me and my girlfriend
[Outro]
Lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this worldwind
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Me and my girlfriend
|
Me and My Girlfriend
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
(What y'all want?)
Unconditional love (no doubt)
Talkin' about the stuff that don't wear off, it don't fade
It'll last for all these crazy days, these crazy nights
Whether you wrong or you right
A motherfucker still love you, still feel you
Still there for you, no matter what (hehe)
You will always be in my heart with unconditional love
[Verse 1]
Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings
All my peers doin' years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can we witness
Before we see it's hard to live this life without God?
So we must ask forgiveness
Ask Mama why I got this urge to die
Witness the tears fallin' free from my eyes before she could reply
Though we were born without a silver spoon
My broken down TV show cartoons in my living room (hey)
One day I hope to make it, a player in this game
Mama, don't cry, long as we try maybe things change
Perhaps it's just a fantasy
A life where we don’t need no welfare and share with our whole family
Maybe it's me that caused it, the fightin' and the hurtin'
In my room cryin' because I didn't wanna be a burden
Watch Mama open up her arms to hug me
And I ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, with unconditional love
[Chorus]
In this game, the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
In this game, the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
[Verse 2]
Just got the message, you've been callin' all week
Been out here hustlin' on these streets
Ain't had a chance to speak
But you know, with you and me it's all G
We could never be enemies
'Cause you've been such a good friend to me
Where would I be without my dogs?
No wonder why when times get hard
'Cause it ain't easy bein' who we are
Driven by my ambitions, desire higher positions
So I proceed to make G's eternally
And my mission is to be more than just a rap musician
The elevation of today's generation, if I could make 'em listen
Prison ain't what we need, no longer stuck in greed
Time to plan, strategize, my family's gotta eat
We work somethin' out of nothin'
No pleasure in the sufferin'
Neighborhood would be good if they could cut out all the bustin'
The liquor and the weed, the cussin'
Sendin' love out to my block
The struggle never stops (unconditional love)
[Verse 3]
I'll probably never understand your ways
With everyday I swear I hear you tryin' to change your ways
While gettin' paid at the same time
Just had a baby with the same eyes
Somethin' inside, please let me die, these are strange times
How come I never made it?
Maybe it's the way I played it in my heart
I know one day I gotta be a star
My hopes and all my wishes, so many vivid pictures
And all the currency I'll never even get to see
This fast life soon shatters, 'cause after all the lights and screams nothin' but my dreams matter
Hopin' for better days, maybe a peaceful night
Baby, don't cry, 'cause everything gon' be alright
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don't worry 'bout a thing, baby girl, I'm a soldier (huh)
Never treated me bad, no matter who I was
You still came with that unconditional love
[Outro]
In this game, the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
In this game, the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
|
Unconditional Love
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
“Street Science, you’re on the air. What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac’s new one?”
“I love 2Pac’s new record.”
“Right, but don’t you feel like that creates uh tension between East and West? I mean, he’s talking about killing people, ‘I had sex with your wife’ — and not in those words. But he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’…"
[Intro]
I love L.A
No Doubt
To live and die in L.A. (California)
No matter what you say about Los Angeles
It's still the only place for me
It never rains in Southern California
[Verse 1]
To live and die in L.A
Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggas hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin'
Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces
Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart
What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryin' to floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream
A hard lesson, court cases keep me guessin'
Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin'
Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen'
Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again
Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen
Late night down sunset, likin' the sin
What's the worst they can do to a nigga?
Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail
[Chorus]
My angels sing
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
And the angels go
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
To live and die in L.A
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
[Verse 2]
It's the city of angels and constant danger
South Central L.A. can't get no stranger
Full of drama like a soap opera
On the curb watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters
I observe so many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen' right across from hell
I can't cry, ‘cause it's home now
I'm just a nigga on his own now
Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile
Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures
Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches
Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggas copycats, these is G's
I love Cali like I love women
‘Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of thug in 'em
We might fight amongst each other
But I promise you this: we'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
To live and die in L.A
[Chorus]
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
Let my angels sing
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
And my angels go
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
To live and die in L.A
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
[Verse 3]
It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans
Black love, Brown Pride in the sets again
Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke
I'm on some bullshit out for everything they owe
Remember KDAY? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being shown, nigga, love yo' hood
But recognize and it's all good
Where the weed at? Niggas gettin' shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker permed out
M.O.B., Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.B
They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Heron, Buntry too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly; to live and die in L.A
[Chorus]
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
Let my angels sing
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
And my angels go
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
To live and die in L.A
You've got to be there to know it
Where everybody wanna see
Let my angels sing
[Outro]
This go out for 92.3, 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Makin' my shit sells quatruple quatraple platinum
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga
All the real motherfuckers
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
L.A
California Love, part motherfuckin' two
Wit out gay ass Dre
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
(To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)
Makaveli the Don, Death Row is finest, you lose
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To Live and Die In L.A.
|
Tupac
|
[Chorus]
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it yeah?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
[Verse 1]
I love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad, I'm about to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit, you got me fiendin'
Body talkin' shit to me, but I can't comprehend the meanin'
Now, if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me; the Champagne, Hennessy
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need
Puff some more weed, funk, you don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin', baby, I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy, nigga, now tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
[Chorus]
How do you want it? (Yeah-yeah)
How does it feel? (Ooh, Yeah)
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it? (Yeah-yeah)
How do you feel? (Ohh-ohh)
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real (I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real)
[Verse 2]
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor, it's like erotic
Ironic, 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hittin' switches on bitches
Like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster
I'm up inside ya, I ain't quittin' 'til the show is over
'Cause I'm a rider, in and out just like a robbery
I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me
Get to rockin' these, nights full of Alizé (Alizé)
A livin' legend you ain't heard about
These niggas play these Cali days
C. Delores Tucker, you's a motherfucker
Instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy a brother
Worse than the others; Bill Clinton, Mister Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
You're lame, so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, niggas, top that
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin' 'bout us, I could give a fuck
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
[Chorus]
How do you want it? (Tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real (I'm livin' in the, I'm livin' in the-)
How do you want it? (I wanna know how you feel)
How do you feel? (Ooh)
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
[Verse 3]
Raised as a youth, tell the truth
I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof
Lickin' shots off from the roof
Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, Skypager
Game rules, I'm livin' major
My adversaries is lookin' worried
They paranoid of gettin' buried
One of us gon' see the cemetery
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin' high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I'm chillin', fade 'em all
These taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin' like they know me (Haha)
But I'ma mash out and peel out
I'm with a clique that's quick to whip that fuckin' steel out
Yeah nigga, it's some new shit so better get up on it
When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it
How do you want it?
[Chorus]
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it? (Yeah, I know)
How do you feel? (Yea, yeah, oh yeah)
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How you want it?
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Me and my Nigga Johnny J, yeah, we out
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
[Outro]
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (Ooh, you know I gotta love it, baby, baby)
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it? (Whoa, tell me)
How do you feel? (Oh, ah)
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it? (Ooh)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
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How Do U Want It
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
To my niggas that went out in line on duty
21-gun salute! One love, one thug, one nation
(Let’s get down, let’s do this!)
21-gun salute! (Come on, yeah, let’s do this!)
21-gun salute! (Come on, come on, let’s do this!)
All the time I be
[Chorus]
Hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Know) (Against all odds)
Up in the studio gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
[Verse 1]
21-gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
I disappeared (Outlaw!) in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas think he live like me
He's talking 'bout he left the hospital, took five like me
You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now he outta the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed 'em out
Next time grown folks talkin', (Shut the fuck up) nigga, close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Don' seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy, let's be honest, (You a sucker ass nigga) you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug?
And you can tell the people you roll wit whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin' on (Don't you?)
Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witnessed me strapped with MACs, knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers tryna advance
It's all over now, take it like a man (You trick ass square)
Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (Look at De La Soul!)
Tryna player-hate on my shit, nigga, eat a fat dick
Let it be known, this is how you made me
Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy (Nigga)
[Chorus]
Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Nigga)
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
[Verse 2]
I heard he was light-skinned, stocky, with a Haitian accent
Jewelry, fast cars (Say his name) and he's known for flashin' (What's his name?)
Listen while I take you back (Nigga, say his name) and lace this rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was workin' for the feds (I knew it)
Same crime, different trials, nigga, picture what he said and did I mention?
Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you bitch niggas is listenin', the world is mine (The world is mine, trick)
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up (I'm baaaack)
Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up (I'm baaaaaack)
Touch one of mine, on everything I own, I will destroy everything you touch
Play the game, nigga
All out warfare, eye for eye
Last words to a bitch nigga, "Why you lie?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, nigga, this M.O.B
So believe me, we enemies, I go against all odds (Trick made niggas, ain't no peace)
[Chorus]
I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Y'all know) (Against all odds)
[Verse 3]
Puffy gettin' robbed like a bitch, to hide that fact
He did some shit he shouldn't have did, (You know what) so we ridin' for that
And that nigga that was down for me, rest the dead
Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' or dead
Lord, listen to me, God don't like ugly, it was written
Ayo Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (You sound like Rakim, man)
You heard My Melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-ins with authorities, (Trick) felonious capers (Punk)
Now you wanna live my life, so what's a "chazzer," Nas?
Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies
Load 'em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie, die, goodbye!
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me (Hey)
What would you do if you was me? (Nigga)
Against all odds
[Chorus]
Hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke; against all odds
[Outro]
21-gun salute, one love to my true thug niggas
(Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)
21-gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty
Representin' to the fullest, bein' soldiers with military minds
That play the rules of the game, 21-gun salute
I salute you, my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you bitch-made niggas, I'm comin' for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is
You touch me, I'm at you
I know you motherfuckers didn't think I forgot
Hell nah, I ain't forgot, nigga
I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my money right
I got my money right nigga, now I want war
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Against All Odds
|
Tupac
|
[Intro]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—
[Verse 1]
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy
I stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count sheep
That's the only time we make up, make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
Now, I don't wanna wake up
[Pre-Chorus]
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision, I
Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind (Yeah)
I said, I said
I'm sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasin'
You're the one that's always running through my daydream, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
(Uh-huh)
[Chorus]
Can I get a kiss? (Ah)
And can you make it last forever?
I said I'm 'bout to go to war (Uh-huh)
And I don't know if I'ma see you again
Can I get a kiss? (Can I?)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you?)
I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to)
And I don't know if I'ma see you again
Ugh, switch it up
[Verse 2]
I said, okay, okay, okay, okey-dokey, my infatuation
Is translatin' to another form of, what you call it? (Love)
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, I ain't met you, I've been lookin'
Stop the waitin' 'fore I stop the chasin', like a alcoholic
"You don't understand me" – What the fuck do you mean?
It's them rose-tinted cheeks, yeah, it's them dirt-colored eyes
Sugar-honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene
Yeah, I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie
Ugh
[Pre-Chorus]
20/20, 20/20 vision
Cupid hit me, Cupid hit me with precision, I
Wonder if you look both ways when you cross my mind
I said, I said
I'm sick of, sick of, sick of, sick of chasing
You're the one that's always running through my daydream, I
I can only see your face when I close my eyes
So
[Chorus]
Can I get a kiss? (Can I get a kiss?)
And can you make it last forever? (Make it last forever)
I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to go to war)
I don't know if I'ma see you again (See you again)
Can I get a kiss? (Can I?)
And can you make it last forever? (Can you?)
I said I'm 'bout to go to war ('Bout to)
And I don't know if I'ma see you again
[Outro]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o—
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, o—
(La-la-la, la-la—)
One more time?
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See You Again
|
Tyler, the Creator
|
[Intro]
For real, for real this time
For real, for real, for real this time
Bitch, I cannot fall short
For real, for real, for real this time (Uh, yeah)
For real, for real, for real this time
[Chorus]
'Cause you make my earth quake
Oh, you make my earth quake
Riding around, your love be shakin’ me up
And it's making my heart break
'Cause you make my earth quake (Earthquake, ooh)
Oh, you make my earth quake
Riding around, your love be shakin’ me up
And it's making my heart break
[Refrain]
Don't leave, it's my fault
Don't leave, it's my fault
Don't leave, it's my fault (Girl)
’Cause when it all comes crashing down, I’ll need you
[Chorus]
'Cause you make my earth quake
Oh, you make my earth quake
Riding around, you’re telling me something is bad
And it's making my heart break
'Cause you make my earth quake
Oh, you make my earth quake (Earthquake, yeah)
Riding around, your love be shakin' me up
And it’s making my heart break (You already know)
[Verse]
We ain't gotta ball, D-Rose, huh
I don't give a fuck 'bout nothin', huh
Breathin' like fuck my lungs, huh
Just might call my lawyer, huh
Plug gon' set me up, huh (Yeah)
Bitch, don't set me up (Okay)
I'm with Tyler, yeah (Slime)
He ride like the car, huh
And she wicked, huh, yeah
Like Woah Vicky, huh, yeah (Like Woah Vicky)
Oh my God, hold up, um
These diamonds not Tiffany, huh, yeah (Woah, woah)
So in love (I been so in love)
So in love (I been so in love)
[Refrain]
Don't leave, it's my fault (Fault)
Don't leave, it's my fault
Don't leave, it's my fault (Igor, ayy)
'Cause when it all comes crashing down, I'll need you (Ayy, ayy)
[Bridge]
'Cause you make my earth quake
I don't want no confrontation, no
And you don't want my conversation (I don't want no conversation)
I just need some confirmation on how you feel, for real (For real)
You don't want no complication, no
I don't want no side information (I don't want no side information)
I just need to know what's happening 'cause I'm for real (For real)
[Outro]
I said don't leave, it's my fault (One)
I said don't leave, it's my fault (Two, two)
Don't leave, it's, it's my fault, girl (Three, three, three)
Don't, do-do-do-do-do, I'll need—
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EARFQUAKE
|
Tyler, the Creator
|
[Intro]
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, go
[Verse 1]
I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no, I'm not
Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a motherfuckin' Flintstone
Making crack rocks outta pussy nigga fishbones (Haha)
This nigga Jasper tryin' to get grown
About five, seven of his bitches in my bedroom (Hey)
Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up)
Here's the number to my therapist (Shit)
You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin' (Haha)
[Chorus]
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf fuckin' Wang
[Verse 2]
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline
For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh, I already got mine
And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock 9's
This ain't no V. Tech shit, or Columbine
But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (Yeah)
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?)
Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' them
I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? (Cool)
Green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers
All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
It's some cooking books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves
It's been a couple months
And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave
Damn
[Chorus]
Uh, Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
Goddamn goblin
Wolf Haley, uh, Golf Wang
Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang, yeah
[Verse 3]
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again, another critic writing report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a pitchfork
Still suicidal, I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me
A motherfuckin' goblin
(Fuck everything, man) That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny-hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit
Dead
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Yonkers
|
Tyler, the Creator
|
[Intro]
Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window
[Verse 1]
I saw a photo, you looked joyous
My eyes are green, I eat my veggies
I need to get her out the picture
She's really fuckin' up my frame
She's not developed like we are
[Refrain]
Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone
New magic, new magic, new magic wand (Ayy)
Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone (Gone, nigga)
New magic (Woo), new magic, new magic wand
[Verse 2]
My brother said I'm on the spectrum
Don't call me selfish, I hate sharin'
This 60-40 isn't workin'
I want a hundred of your time, you're mine
[Chorus]
Please don't leave me now
Please don't leave me now (Don't leave)
Please don't leave me now
Please don't leave me now (Don't leave)
Please don't leave me now (Don't leave)
(Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone)
Please don't leave me now (I can make her leave)
(New magic, new magic, new magic wand)
Please don't leave me now (Don't leave)
(Like magic, like magic, like magic, gone)
Please don't leave me now
(New magic, new magic, new magic wand)
[Verse 3]
I wanna be found, passenger in your car (Don't leave)
You wanna be mean, mixed signals don't park (I can make her leave)
She's gonna be dead, I just got a magic wand (Don't leave)
We can finally be together
[Bridge]
You roll the dice, hit a seven, sure you right
Beginner's luck? You not my first, who gives a fuck?
Your other one? Evaporate, we celebrate
You under oath, now pick a side and if you don't
(Run, run, run, run)
I'll pick you both
(Run, run, run, run)
It's not a joke, murder she wrote
[Verse 4]
Ayo, take one look in the mirror, implications so clear
I live life with no fear, except for the idea
That one day you won't be here
I will not fetch the ball
Eyes are green, I eat my vegetables
It has nothin' to do with that broad
But if it did, guarantee she'd be gone, well
I got a plan, but the walkin' depends
If you can’t understand, I'm a hawk in the gym
Eyes on the prize, got weight on my chest
That I need to get off, I ain't talkin' to them
Can't be in the picture if it got no frame
And let the world know 'cause I ain't got no shame
Blow the whole spot up, 'cause I ain't—
I wanna share last names, I wanna be your number one
Not the other one, keep it on the low
I'm in my right mind, keep it on a high
Janis Joplin spillin' feelings, now I'm out here moppin' 'em
Four on the floor, pack up your bags, we hit the store
Grab our supplies, no need for masks, bust through the door
Get the job done like retirement, I admit you look concerned
New magic wand
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NEW MAGIC WAND
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Intro]
I never would've thought that
Feelings could get thrown in the air
'Cause I accidentally caught that
I need some new boxing gloves
Shit got hectic whenever I fought back
For example, ten minutes can't go past without you brushing my thoughts
That's fourteen forty a day so I'll say a hundred and forty-four times
I think about you or something like that
Lost match, the fucking thought of you with somebody else
I don't like that, cellular convos getting left in the wrong
'Cause I get so fucking mad when you don't write back
This isn't a song, I just happen to rhyme when I get emo
And find time to write facts, fuck
I love you
Can we add some more color, um, like, some more, yellow?
Yeah, that's good
[Chorus]
I fucking hate you, but I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled, yeah
I fucking hate you, but I love you
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled, yeah
[Verse 1]
Girl, you fucking with my emotions
The fuck is all this noise about?
I even considered picking up smoking
You turned to a bitch, who let the dogs out?
But in my dog house
My bitch is the raddest
Crazy who makes me the happiest can make me the saddest
Look, Alice, let's get lost in your wonder-er-land, fuck an atlas
You're perfectly perfect for me
What the fuck is this, practice?
Actually, if you even consider leaving
I'll lose a couple screws in due time, I'll stop breathin'
And you'll see the meaning of stalkin'
When I pop out the dark to find you
And that new dude that you're seein' with an attitude
Then proceed to fuck up your evenin'
Make sure you never meet again like goddamn vegans
'Cause when I hear your name, I cannot stop cheesin'
I love you so much that my heart stops beatin' when you're leavin'
And I'm grievin' and my heart starts bleedin'
Life without you has no goddamn meanin'
Sorry, I'm passive-aggressive for no goddamn reason
It's that my mood change like these goddamn seasons
I fall for you, but I love you
[Chorus]
I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled
You're good at being perfect
We're good at being troubled
Yeah
[Refrain]
The sky's falling, girl, let's try to catch it
The sky's falling, girl, let's try to catch it
The sky's falling, girl, let's try to catch it tonight
The sky's falling, girl, let's try to catch it
The sky's falling, girl, let's try to catch it
The sky's falling, bitch, let's try to catch it tonight
[Verse 2]
C'mon, baby, even though I hate you, I still love you
I love you
And Salem, my love (I know)
I'm passive aggressive (I'm sorry, fuck)
(Come here)
I like when we hold hands
(You're the best around)
See, I get jealous (Fuck)
And if I see that nigga (If I see him)
I just might kill him, haha (Look)
(Look, I wanna strangle you 'til you stop breathing)
Love, love, love
(Spend the rest of my life looking for air)
(So you can breathe, or we can die together, you and me)
(Fuck, look)
I'm in love (Love)
[Outro]
"Yo, why is Samuel such a fucking dick?"
"He isn't such a badass actually. He's only here 'cause he ran away, 'cause some shit happened back home. He's actually a dweeb"
"Yo, what happened?"
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IFHY
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Intro]
Damn, nigga, every time I look at you, I swear to God
Nigga, you got that nigga feet
You got that nigga body
You got that nigga long arms, fingers and shit
Flat feet, big di—
[Verse 1]
She said that I make expressions like him
My legs to my shoulders and my chin like him
My waist and my posture like him
Like him
Like him, like him, like him
[Chorus]
Mama, I'm chasin' a ghost
I don't know who he is
Mama, I'm chasin' a ghost
I don't know where he is
Mama, I'm chasin' a ghost
Do I look like him? (Like what?)
Like him (Like what?)
Like him (Like what?)
Like him (La-la-la-la)
[Post-Chorus]
(La-la-la-la)
[Verse 2]
You gave me love and affection
Attention (Go), protection
How could I ever miss somethin' (Go)
That I'd never had?
I would nevеr judge ya
'Cause evеrything worked out without him (Like what?)
Like him (Like what?)
Like him (Huh?)
[Chorus]
Mama, I'm chasin' a ghost
I don't know who he is
Mama, I'm chasin' a ghost
I don't know where he is
Mama, I'm chasin' a ghost
Do I look
(Huh?)
[Post-Chorus]
Like him
Like him
[Verse 3]
I decided to
Anything that lives inside of you
I would never ever lie to you (Yeah)
You ain't ever gotta lie to me
I'm everything that I've strived to be
So do I look like him?
Do I look like him? (Like him, like him, like him, like him)
I don't look like him
(Like him)
[Outro]
It was my fault, not yours, not his, it was my fault, I'm sorry
You know
It was my fault
Not him, 'cause he always wanted to be there for you
And I'm sorry I was young
But he's always wanted to be a father to you
So I, I fucked up and I take ownership of that
Of my choices and decisions
And I'm sorry for that
He's a good guy
So don't hold that against him, because it was my fault
Just, you know, forgive me
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Like Him
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Verse 1]
Golden rubbers in these denim pockets (Denim pockets)
On my waist, there's a black Glock (Black Glock)
New girl moved on the block (On the block)
She been plottin' on my brown cock (Brown cock)
Last night, I slept over hers (Over hers)
During sex, I overheard (I overheard)
A sword sliced the air, I pulled out the na-na
Rolled off the bed, then shot back, pow-pow
Blood on the sheets, probably spillin' from my gash
Looked out the glass, seen him sprintin' on the grass
A real ninja, with the blade and the mask
Had them gold ninja stars, and red Supreme nunchuks
Now, she tryna patch me up, but
Girl, I was just tryna get a nut bust
If that's your ex, you should probably own a pistol
But I'm guessin' it's wiser to exit with dude
[Chorus]
The blinds wide open so he can (Ooh)
See you in the dark when you're sleepin' (Ooh)
Naked body, fresh out the shower
And you touch yourself after hours (Ah, ah)
Ain't no man allowed in your bedroom (Ah, ah)
You're sleeping alone in bed (Ooh, ooh)
But check your window (Swag)
He's at your window
[Verse 2]
Night light hits off, turnin' kisses to bites
I'm a down to Earth nigga with intentions that's right
You'll be down in Earth quicker if you diss me tonight
But I'll be the happiest if you decide to kick it tonight
We can chill and I can act like I don't wanna fuck
You can tell me all your problems like I really give one (Nope)
But I give two for us 'cause you're the one that I want
Don't wanna seem like a punk pussy that simps over punk pussy
See, when I'm with my friends, I just put on a front
But in the back of my top, I'm writing songs about we
We, as including I, and yourself, making three
Little ones, the drums are hitting pretty hard if you ask me
You're a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I've been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around 10 and skinny dippin' and then
We can begin the pretend game, I wanna be Finn from Adventure Time, yeah
[Chorus]
The blinds wide open so he can (Ooh; Yeah)
See you in the dark when you're sleepin' (Ooh)
Naked body, fresh out the shower
And you touch yourself after hours (Ah, ah)
Ain't no man allowed in your bedroom (Ah, ah)
You're sleeping alone in bed (Ooh, ooh)
But check your window
He's at your window
[Verse 3]
One, two; you're the girl that I want
Three, four, five, six, seven; shit
Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this
And I just couldn't take it, you're so motherfuckin' gorgeous
Gorgeous, baby, you're gorgeous (Ooh)
I just wanna drag your lifeless body to the forest (Ooh-ooh)
And fornicate with it
But that's because I'm in love with you, cunt
[Bridge]
I just wanna talk, and conversate
'Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate
And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date
So just say yes, let the future fall into place (Cunt)
I just wanna talk and conversate
'Cause I usually just stalk you and masturbate
And I finally got the courage to ask you on a date
So just say yes, let the future fall into place, cunt
[Chorus]
The blinds wide open so he can (Ooh)
See you in the dark when you're sleepin' (Ooh)
Naked body, fresh out the shower
And you touch yourself after hours (Ah, ah)
Ain't no man allowed in your bedroom (Ah, ah)
You're sleeping alone in bed (Ooh, ooh)
But check your window
He's at your window
The blinds wide open so he can (Ooh)
See you in the dark when you're sleepin' (Ooh)
Naked body, fresh out the shower
And you touch yourself after hours (Ah, ah)
Ain't no man allowed in your bedroom (Ah, ah)
You're sleeping alone in bed (Ooh, ooh)
He's at your window
[Outro]
One, two; you're the girl that I want
Three, four, five, six, seven; shit
Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this
And I just couldn't take it, you're so motherfuckin' gorgeous
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous
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She
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Part I]
[Intro]
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me) Uh
(Call me, call me, call me)
(Call me) How you doin'?
(Call me) My name is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here's my number
You can reach me, woo!
[Chorus]
(Call me)
911, call me some time
(You should call me)
911, call me some time
911 (You should call me, oh)
911 (Call me)
[Verse 1]
Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My thirst levels are infinity and beyond
Sippin' on that lemonade, I need a Beyoncé
Can't see straight, these shades are Céline Dion
Sucks you can't gas me up, shout out to Elon
Musk, yeah, I got a sold-out show
Crowd wild out but don't matter 'cause you not front row
I've been lookin' for a keeper, listen to the speaker
If you fit description, hit me on my beeper
At that 911
[Bridge]
Call me some time (Ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line, you know I'll answer (Click)
Call me some time (Ring, ring, ring)
Please bang my line
[Chorus]
Call me
911, call me some time
You should call me
911, call me some time
911 (You should call me, oh)
911, (You should call me)
[Verse 2]
Chirp, chirp
Chirp, chirp
Woke up in the 'burbs, 'burbs, with the birds, birds
Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve
These days, you gotta find time
Even the nightline
Work line
Dial nine
[Verse 3]
Five car garage
Full tank of the gas
But that don't mean nothin', nothin'
Nothin', nothin', without you shotgun in the passenger
I'm the loneliest man alive
But I keep on dancing to throw 'em off
I'm gon' run out of moves 'cause I can't groove to the blues
If you know any DJs, tell 'em to call me at 911...
[Part II]
[Intro]
I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
Old lonely-ass nigga
I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
For real, you need to go somewhere, like, get some bitches or something
I can't even lie, I've been lonely as fuck
Old weird ass nigga
I can't even lie, I've been
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
[Verse]
They say the loudest in the room is weak
That's what they assume, but I disagree
I say the loudest in the room
Is prolly the loneliest one in the room (That's me)
Attention seeker, public speaker
Oh my God, that boy there is so fuckin' lonely (Woo)
Writin' songs about these people
Who do not exist, he's such a fuckin' phony (Woo)
One thing I know is that I wanna
Win so bad, but I'm not Chicago
My heart is low, it's real low, it's so low
You can't lift me up, I'm like Gallardo
From the start, it's been real dark
It's been so dark, I guess that you could call me charbroiled, huh (Hahaha)
I'm playin' like Hasbro
I'm really Saari, call me Arto
Crashed the McLaren, bought me a Tesla
I know you sick of me talkin' 'bout cars (Skrrt)
But what the fuck else do you want from me?
That is the only thing keepin' me company
Purchase some things until I'm annoyed
These items is fillin' the void (Void)
Been fillin' it for so long
I don't even know if it's shit I enjoy (Ohh, woo)
Current battle as an adult
My partner is a shadow
I need love, do you got some I could borrow?
Fuck it, I could find some tomorrow
But that never comes (Nah)
Like a vasectomy, what have I done? (Ohh)
I got the talent, the face and the funds
Found myself long ago but I haven't found someone (Who)
Mirror, mirror on the wall (Who)
The loneliest of them all (Me)
Cupid actin' stupid
Do you got another number I could call?
Never had a pet
(I never had a pet)
There's more fish in the sea
But I never had a goldfish to begin with
I never had a dog
So I've never been good with bitches
'Cause I never threw a ball, fetch
I never had a pet, that's where it stems from, I bet
Treat me like direct deposit (-Posit)
Check in on me sometime (Okay)
Ask me how I'm really doin'
So I never have to press that 911
[Outro]
Ohh!
Ohh, shit!
Fuck!
Ohh!
Shit!
Ohh!
Damn! Damn!
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911 / Mr. Lonely
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Intro]
Mm
Poppin' that shit get you hit quick fast (Mink, mink, mink)
Niggas poppin' off and niggas steppin' on the gas
Pop that shit like I'm poppin' some gum
Who the fuck you talkin' to, ho? I ain't the one
[Chorus]
It's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky (Ooh)
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
Bro, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
[Verse 1]
See, I'm a Westside nigga from the zone (What's goin' on, nigga?)
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knockin' at the door (I'm knockin' at the door)
I keep them mink-minks on hip 'cause I keloid my fists (Mm)
Nigga, give a fuck 'bout pronouns, I'm that nigga and that bitch
[Chorus]
It's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
Bro, it's gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky
It's gettin'— sing that shit, sticky, sticky, sticky, bitch
[Verse 2]
Uh, lit-ass bitch, steppin', I be poppin' shit
Fly as fuck, niggas want that motion, I be in the cut
Sneaky link, she say that's her nigga, I don't give a fuck
These bitches tryna scrap, but I'm knuckin' if you buckin', ho
[Chorus]
It's gettin' sticky (Yup, yeah)
It's gettin' sticky (Bitch, where thеy at?)
It's gettin' sticky (Bitch)
It's gettin' sticky (Yeah)
[Verse 3]
Bitch, lеt it be
Niggas say I ain't that guy, they must be smoking ketamine
Always talkin' 'bout potential, bitch, I am the better me
Jack of all trades, name a nigga who ahead of me
Must be God instead of me
[Chorus]
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky
Yeah, it's gettin' sticky (Yo, where they at?)
It's gettin' sticky (Weird-ass nigga)
Bitch, it's gettin' sticky (It's Sexyy, yeah)
[Verse 4]
Sexyy in this bitch, Tyler in this bitch, we turnt as fuck (Northside)
Bitches mad, but can't beat my ass, ho, run it up (Yeah)
I don't fight for my respect, bitch, I fight for dick (Keep your fuckin' kids off the street)
Fah-fah-fah-fah, baby girl, I'm finna rock your shit
[Chorus]
It's gettin' sticky (Fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)
It's gettin' sticky (Nigga, fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)
It's gettin' sticky (Nigga, fuck that bitch, I'll clap your ho)
It's gettin' sticky (Whoop that trick, I'ma—)
It's gettin' sticky in this bitch
[Verse 5]
Sticky situation (Rock 'em), discombobulation
Caught me red-handed, palms itchin' like rosacea
Standin' like ovation on business occupation
Drippin' condensation, gotta whisper conversations
[Chorus]
It's gettin' sticky (Tunechi)
It's gettin' sticky (It's gettin' sticky in this bitch)
It's gettin' sticky (Chromakopia, Chromakopia)
It's gettin' sticky (Chroma—)
Grab that mop, grab that mop, I got something, bitch (Mm, grab that—)
[Refrain]
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Mm)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Roof-roof-roof)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Yeah, that dog tooth)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
[Verse 6]
Yeah, bitch, I'm outside with it (Mm, uh), tell them niggas I did it
Allergies to bum niggas, I see you, my eyes itchin'
This shit regular, regular, all that shit be regular
Ahead of ya, I'm better, baby, check the vehicle
LaFerrari (Mhm), niggas sour (Mhm)
I can fit ten-hundred thousand in these trousers (Mhm)
Buddy pillow talkin', "Stay away from 'Konma" (Mhm)
A homewrecker, I be fuckin' who I wanna (Mhm)
Okay, big-dick nigga big stompin' through your town
All the bi bitches know the fuck is goin' down
That's a bet, skip the sex, ride my face, break my neck
Fuck now, mood swingin' like Chet
Fuck that aiming 'bout?
Hittin' everything that's in my way, fuck what they talkin' 'bout
I be gettin' off like holiday, man, pull some paper out
Fuck comparin' bank accounts (Uh)
Louis V, say my name, we ain't worth the same amount, boy
[Refrain]
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Oh)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Oh, sticky)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Oh)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Oh)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Oh)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch (Oh)
Better find a mop, it's gettin' sticky in this bitch
[Outro]
Gettin' sticky, sticky, sticky, sticky (Oh, no, no, no)
Sticky
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Sticky
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Intro]
You are the light
It's not on you, it's in you
Don't you ever in your motherfucking life dim your light for nobody
Chromakopia, Chromakopia
Chromakopia (Ah), Chromakopia (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Chromakopia (Ah, ah, ah, woo), Chromakopia (Ah, ah, ah, woo)
Chromakopia (Ah), Chromakopia (Woo, woo)
Chromako—
[Verse 1]
Calm down, sit still, that's one mil' for each wheel
Top down, big deal, how the fuck he do that?
What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up out him way
Hawthorne is where him from, another planet where him stay
Fifteen cash for that new fort, I had guap since nineteen
I popped out like chi-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend
Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hardest in this bitch
Give a fuck about no bark, I'm chasin' dogs up in this bitch
El Segundo felt like colosseum
P said I could do it too, and boy, did I believe him
I built a path of freedom 'cause them words that he said
Give a fuck about tradition, stop impressin' the dead, ah
I'm gon' make it out, promise I'm gon' make it out
Mama, I'm gon' make it out, pussy, I'm gon' make it out
I ain't never had a doubt inside me
And if I ever told you that I did, I'm fuckin' lyin', can you feel the light?
[Chorus]
Can you feel the light inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it, can you feel it? Oh)
Oh, fire (Can you feel it, can you feel it? Ooh, oh), fire
Can you feel the light (Inside), inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)
Oh, fire (Fire), fire (Ooh)
[Break]
Woo, yeah, Chromakopia, yeah, yeah, Chromakopia
Woo, yeah, Chromakopia, yeah, yeah, Chromakopia
[Verse 2]
Okay, I is just a box with the light of thunder in me (Woo)
Gratitude sit under the hubris that's on my sleeve
Mama said I'm mhm, special, I was mhm
Blow shit up at home back in Chromakopia, mhm
I don't (I don't), like the (Like the), way that this is lookin' (No)
Mirror got me (Got me), thinkin' about my bookend (I'm done)
I just need this time to myself to figure me out-out
Do I keep the light on or do I gracefully bow out?
It's in me, bro
[Interlude]
Oh, oh, oh (Don't you ever stop bein' who you are and dimmin' your light for none of these motherfuckers out here)
[Chorus]
Can you feel the light inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Oh)
Oh, fire (Oh), fire
Can you feel the light inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Oh)
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St. Chroma
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Part I]
[Verse 1]
Comparing scars before dinner
Jump off the roof into the mirror
Felt like summer to my December
Was it my August? Shit, I don't remember
(Two, three, go)
I know my temperature was set
You finally flew south
The bird gon' leave the nest, you're so chromatic
At least I had it (Uh)
Instead of never
Or maybe I'm too dramatic
(Two, three, go)
[Chorus]
Whether it's rain or shine, I know I'm fine for now
My love's gone, my love's gone
My love's gone, oh, gone
(Two, three, go)
Or maybe it's just a dream that I can't seem to wake up from
My love's gone, my love's gone
My love's gone, gone
[Post-Chorus]
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
[Verse 2]
I know love is, is all I got
I just hope to God she got good taste
Could put you on some shit you never seen
Could play a couple songs that you could dance to
I hope you know she can't compete with me
[Chorus]
Whether it's rain or shine, I know I'm fine for now
My love's gone, my love's gone
My love's gone, oh, gone
Or maybe it's just a dream that I can't seem to wake up from
My love's gone, my love's gone
My love's gone, oh, gone
[Bridge]
You kept me goin', the Band-Aid is falling off now (Keep)
You kept me goin', the Band-Aid is falling off now (Keep)
You keep me goin', the Band-Aid is falling off now (Gone, gone, gone)
Going away, and now I'm scarred for life
[Interlude]
My love is gone (Gone), my love is gone (Gone)
My love is gone (It's gone), my love is gone
[Verse 3]
Ayo (My love is gone)
It's poison in that gumbo
Emotion, feel Dumbo
Ask me where my love go
That bitch walked outside the front door (My love is gone)
Knock, knock, knock, knock (Who is it?)
I'm not shocked, I brought this on me
It's my fault, you gon' leave
Lesson taught, see
The weatherman told me it wasn't rainin'
My stupid ass brought umbrellas
I got a glimpse of your cloud and felt better
Now it's 90 degrees, and all the tricks up my sleeve
Is drenched in sweat and delusion because I jet to conclusions
You got your thing, I got nothing but memories
I know your secrets, nigga (Yeah)
I'm not bitter or nothing, I understand that
Everybody making a choice according to plan and
We had two different blueprints, but understood influence
You opened up early on, I thought I had a permit
You started buildin' a bridge and turned it into a fence
Then my buildin' got tore down all because of your new tenant
I'll just buy up some new shit, never down with a lease
You never lived in your truth, I'm just happy I lived in it
But I finally found peace, so peace
(Need me to do it over? Everything)
[Outro]
I hate wasted potential, that shit crushes your spirit
It really does, it crushes your soul
[Part II]
[Chorus]
Thank you for the love
Thank you for the joy
But I don't ever wanna fall in love again
Thank you for the time
Thank you for your mind, mind
But I don't ever wanna fall in love again
[Bridge]
(Got my eye)
I said go, go
[Outro]
Again, again
Again, again
(Got my eye)
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GONE, GONE / THANK YOU
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Verse 1]
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that ni-gga, I swear
Stand out guy, him don't need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at? 'Cause nigga, I'm right here
I don't shop at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb mothafucka, I'm a goddamn artist
You can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closet
And you know that it's GOLF, bitch, gonna make the deposit
Nigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a striped shirt
The boy drips swag like a broken faucet
It's runnin', nigga, I'm runnin' shit
That cherry be the bomb like he ran in Boston
Won't stop 'til the cops surround him
One nigga jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin' face blown off, that's how they found him
It's Young T
[Chorus]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad 'cause a nigga neck chill like that
You mad 'cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that?
[Verse 2]
Nigga, who dem boys? (Who dem is?)
Nigga, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch this jig?
Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?
Who else came through with a wrist this flick?
Nigga, Guess my pants, do my dance
Spin around, bitch, you could kiss my ass
Never seen a nigga in this much Raf
Still doin' math when I miss my class
Was it Summertime '06, had the Number (N)ine
Nigga, never mind, was another time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the letterman
Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the time
Fresh freshmen 'til they skipped my ass
Senior citizen, don't forget my pass
Been that nigga and you knew that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that there?
[Chorus]
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dat boy? Who him is?
Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel like that?
Mad 'cause a nigga neck chill like that
You mad 'cause a nigga push wheel like that?
Why you puttin' bad vibes in the-?
[Verse 3]
Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planet
From my other fuckin' business ventures
These niggas these days
Actin' like some bitches, like they're fuckin' with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin', Jesus, Christmas
He just shittin', she exquisite, bitches be expensive
(Yeah, let 'em know, nigga) And I don't even need attention
WANG$AP on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming, my neck is so frío
I'm currently lookin' for '95 Leo
My mom say she worried because I'm so ill
I should stay in bed, but got too much bread
To make, she said watch my weight
So I stayed home and start eatin' some meals
Get out of my way güey, boy, that's McLaren
That's 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I'm gone
[Outro]
Oh, fuck
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Who Dat Boy
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Intro]
La-la-la, la
La-la-la
Ahh
[Verse]
Satan's gettin' jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferrin' us
Books on not givin' a fuck is what they're referring us (Wolf Gang)
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderers
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us (Bitch)
You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
Instead, I rap about fucking bitches and gettin' heads
While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
Bodies, making red look less of a color, more of a hobby (Ah)
I'm not a rapper, nor a rapist, nor a racist
I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
Brag about the actions in a rhymin' pattern matter
Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
Atta boy, Odd Future, you're not in our categore
Torture with the super soaker at the Asian liquor store
This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore
That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours (Umbrella)
I hate this, screamin', "Fuck patience"
Got a nigga shakin' like the calmest fucking Haitian (Ha-ha)
After chronic masturbation, askin' where Mary Kate went
I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick (Hate dick)
I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
Game of duck-duck-duct tape with a dead goose
She runnin' 'round this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose (On God)
Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops
Victim, victim, honey, you're my fifth one (La, la)
Honey on that toppin' when I stuff you in my system (La, la)
Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome (La, la)
You got a fucking death wish? I'm a genie, it'll get done
Nice to meet you, but it's more pleasant to eat you
With a leaf of salad and some dressin' pourin' out a teacup
Bitch, I'm Tyler, The Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker
Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her
In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang rides around deeper
Take her to Ladera, now she's scared and you're embarrassed
Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands (Bitch)
Put her eyes in a canteen, take her to the Berrics
Stare at Steve, say it costs ten to fuck Eric
Put her in the lake, her body sinks great, now it's time to fish her like Derek
Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
And snuff and sniff, and now that Michael Jackson's tryin' to suck our dick
Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleadin' squaders
Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer
They will never catch him or catch up
They asked me what it was, I told them fuckers it was ketchup
Nutty like my Chex Mix, she bleedin' from her rectum
Odd Future wolves stirrin' ruckus, throwin' sets up, yeah (Wolf Gang)
This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love them 'til they heart thin (I hate you)
Starve her 'til I carve her then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder
Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland
Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossin' the border (Arriba)
I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
'Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus daughter (Fuck Mary)
I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins
Sicker than the starvin' Nigerian kids barfing (Blegh)
Odd Future, Wolf Gang, Nazi bar mitzvah
With your sister at the bar playin' leg and arm twister
Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
I got these cracker doctors saying, "Yeah, Bob, this nigga's sick"
Animal safari, if I offend you, I'm sorry
Because I'm the blackest skinhead (Skinhead) since India Arie (India Arie)
I don't smoke weed, so no need for the matches
I said "Fuck coke" and now I'm snortin' Hitler's ashes
I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
Being the only bastard in a box logo casket (Casket)
Rashes on my dick from licks of shishkabob Sagets
In some Kanye West glasses screaming out, "Fuck faggots"
Catch me in my attic taking photos of my dad's dick
Drop the beat here to make it extra climactic
[Outro]
What the fuck?
I, I'm speechless, that was—fuck
Shit, Tyler, you're- you're gonna need some help
I'm not a—fuck it, different subject
How's that girl you were tellin' me about?
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Tron Cat
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Intro]
(Four, four, four, four)
(Four, skate, four, skate, four, skate, four, skate)
[Verse 1]
I don't know where I’m going (Skate)
But I know what I'm showing (Four)
Feelings, that's what I’m pouring (Skate)
What the fuck is your motive? (Four)
Man, I wish you would call me (Skate)
By your name 'cause I'm sorry (Four)
This is not apology (Skate)
You are such a distraction (Four)
That's what T on, aw (Skate)
Fuckin' up my ambiance, pause (Four)
You drive me cuckoo and not car (Skate)
'Cause I want you like Leon Ware (Fuck that)
Okay, say again it (Fuck that)
Okay, wait a minute (Woah)
I dread that shit, I am Anwar (Skate)
Curiosity killed the feline, gone (Four, skate)
[Chorus]
I think I've fallen in love (Skate)
This time I think it's for real (Four, skate)
I think I’ve fallen in love (Four, skate)
This time I think it’s for real (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate) How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate) How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate) How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate) How can I tell you? (Four)
[Post-Chorus]
I notice that you're there, but I’m always in your hair
And you're always under my microscope (Four)
[Verse 2]
Waste of bread, I need your attention (Skate)
I'm off balance, I need some fixin' (Four)
I’m your puppet, you are Jim Henson (Skate, four)
[Chorus]
Fallen in love now (Skate)
I think I've fallen in love (Four)
Fell in love now (Skate)
This time I think it's for real (Four)
I think I'm in love now (Skate)
I think I've fallen in love (Four)
I think I'm in love now (Skate)
This time I think it's for real (Four, four)
How can I tell you? (Shut the fuck up)
How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you? (You fuckin' bitch)
How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you? (Skate)
How can I tell you? (Four)
How can I tell you?
Take 'em to the bridge
[Bridge]
(Four, four, four)
Four, four, four, four (Four, skate)
[Chorus]
I think I've fallen in love (Four)
Fell in love now (Skate)
This time I think it's for real (Four)
I think I'm in love now (Skate)
I think I've fallen in love (Four, skate)
This time I think it's for real (Oh, oh, yeah, yeah)
[Outro]
(Four, skate, four, skate)
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I THINK
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Intro]
Tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale, tamale!
[Verse 1]
They say I've calmed down since the last album
Well, lick my dick, how does that sound? Um
Smell my gooch, you could kiss my buns
And I don't give a shit, bend my rectum
Somebody said bands make her dance
She thinks you're getting cash, no, bitch, you're dumb
The only thing that you're gonna get is this dick
Wait, turn this up, bitch, this my jam (Where the drums at?)
Here, take a goddamn picture
And tell Spike Lee he's a goddamn nigger
And while you're at it, pass the lotion
And fapping and Xbox Live, that fun
Before I cum, I call your sister
When she comes over, I take picture
Instantly put it on Instagram
And suplex her off a building if I get banned
(I'm just fucking around)
[Chorus]
Tamale! Tamale! Tamale! Tamale!
Why y'all so salty?
Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 2]
Bring back the horns that was played in the beginning
And tell Tony Parker that I found his vision
And if he's tripping off my sneak dissing (Uh)
Then he has to deal with me and my minions
Tryna get a Bimmer, E46
Have you heard "48"? Motherfucker, I'm great (Yeah)
Golf Wang prints always cover the sleeves
From cuts for the Biebs, 'cause he's puffin' the trees, please
Fuck I look like? Got a new bike
Tire never pop like the puss on a butch dyke
Think I give a fuck, I do, I go raw
Then I bust in her jaw like (Fuck that disease, bitch!)
My urethra, hole that I pee from
Bigger than the obese neck on Aretha
Now turn that snare down, I'm back like I'm Rosa Parks fare
On the same damn bus like, "You're going to jail now"
[Verse 3]
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
If a woodchuck could ever give a fuck? Bitch, suck dick
Motherfuck' you and your opinions
(Can you kick it?) Yes, I can, sir, where the lump is
Sicker than the last bar bold-er, I'm a CO
Colorado, fuck Michael, bitch, I'm badder than my BO
Find me and Lance tryna dance during chemo
Before they repossess our strong arm bands and tuxedos
[Chorus]
Yeah, buddy, this is my jam, na, na, na, na, na, na, na!
Golf Wang, Golf Wang, no, fuck you, na, na, na, na, na, na!
Why y'all so salty?
Hot tamale is on
A can of beans, bitch, I'm on
Your boy is bad to the bone
[Verse 4]
How many fags can a lightbulb screw?
Well, if it has a dick, maybe two or six
And tell the NRA I'm 'bout to lose my shit
And shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix
How many ladies in the house?
How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?
A little Jergens in my palm for the jerkin'
Hope my mom don't catch me
Tryna set mood, little RedTube, fuck lotion
I don't need lube, dry fist suits me (Yeah)
Up and down, friction make a *fap fap* sound
The shit's kind of disgusting, fap time
And before I flatline, Clancy chimes in my room and catch me
This shit's so damn embarrassing, like—
[Outro]
Oh, shit, aw, fuck
What the fuck?
Aw, I'm sorry
Is that my shirt?
Yeah, I'm sorry, I just wanted some bangs
Clean that shit up, we're going to the office!
Fuck
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Tamale
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Intro]
"I'm saying, you know, like. All I ever told you to do was grow up, don't grow down. You know, like, you know, grow up. Don't grow down, grow out. You go from being a kid, just doing your thing, hanging out with your friends. Months later you're world-famous. You're a gay rights activist, and you don't even know it. You know what, I don't wanna say it to you no more, Tyler. Fuck you, Tyler!"
[Verse 1]
Watch me get this money, nigga; tired of being hungry, nigga
Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga
Never made of plastic, I'm a savage -- you look lunch, my nigga
Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga
We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no Mollies, bitch
I'm hocking, spitting got some niggas out here popping Ollie switch
Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad is thick
Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense
We the last of a dying breed
And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs
You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please
My pockets solid, making profit off the highest tees
Bitch, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursing
Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds chirping
Make actions, fuck rehearsing
[Hook]
Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
Summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
You niggas gon' give me mine, 'cause I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
[Verse 2]
In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather
Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better
I was the drama club kid, I run where the fun did, my nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, "Fuck shit"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
Also hated homes too, til I start coppin' me some
See I don't beez in the trap, nigga, I beez in the b's
And I be gassing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell
Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, start being yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help, but
Really, boy? Posers looking silly, boy
I'm in that past season 'Preme shit, older than Tity Boi
Not a diss, but same with ice cream, my shit is Diddy Riese
Na'kel Smith, Transworld page 64
Poppin' like oil ollie in fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
The fuck am I saying? Tyler's not even a violent name
About as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hates dentists
God damn menace, 666 and he's not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but love kittens?
See y'all niggas tripping, man
Look at that article that says my subject matter is wrong
Saying I hate gays even though Frank is on 10 of my songs
Look at that Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
Though I'm the reason that her motherfucking son got to eat
Look at the kid who had the .9 and tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd -- that shit is barnacles, huh?
They thought I wasn't fair until I threw a carnival, huh?
But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan
And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking album placements
And MTV could suck my dick, and I ain't fuckin' playing
Bruh, they never played it, I just won shit for they fucking ratings
"Analog" fans are getting sick of the rape
All the "Tron Cat" fans are getting sick of the lakes
But what about me, bitch? I'm getting sick of complaints
But I don't hate it when I'm taking daily trips to the bank
Oh but no but, shit, who really gives a fuck what I think?
My fans don't, they turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
Fuck buying studio time, I'ma go purchase a shrink
Record the session and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch
[Hook]
Nigga, summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
Summer, fall, wintertime, twenty-four, three-sixty-five
You niggas gon' give me mine, I don't have plenty time
Flying out at any time, getting money, any grind
You niggas gon' give me mine, you niggas gon' give me mine
[Verse 3]
This shit just like the nights I look forward to not remembering
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But Momma, I'm close to the edge as possible (Why don't you jump, you fucking pussy?)
All I’m seeing is the drop in my ocular, jumping like they told me
That the 40's half off, like you know that cliff
Don't need a therapist to tell him he could float that shit (Fucking faggot)
Or get compared to fucking pair with all the program kids
So maybe a pair of pale bitches for the gonads lick (I'll show you)
Malt liquor filling me up, and all us not giving no fucks and
All of them sensitive chumps in awe when that pistol erupts (Pistol, I got one!)
Dirty one spitting that sumpy raw till his wrists in the cuffs
Brother the Pigeons is us
Bid you goodnight and good luck
(Oh, shut the fuck up!)
(Gunshot)
[Outro]
Samuel's here! Where's Wolf? Fucking faggot. Salem was mine, bitch! Was that good enough, you fucking pussy?
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Rusty
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Part I]
[Intro]
Day that I met you, girl
I knew that it was somethin' special
But I couldn't put my finger on it (Fuck, I can't sing, whatever, look)
We met through mutual friends (Mutual friends)
And this is where the story and confusion began
'Cause I was at nirvana, but I had to pretend that I wasn't
[Pre-Chorus]
There go the policeman, knockin' at my door
Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat?
Or do I answer real confused like, "I don't know"? (I don't know)
Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothin' more
She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when we're bored
There's nobody at the door, man, I'm so paranoid
Fuck, because
[Chorus]
'Cause, girl, you're perfect, but you're too fuckin' young (For me, uh)
And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up (No)
And, girl, you stole my heart, but you're too fuckin' young
And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love (Oh my God)
[Verse 1]
A six-year difference, uh
Is a ten year sentence
And with the pigment on my skin
I don't want to be another statistic
You bring me joy, joy, joy, joy
And you fill a void that was once missing
And I can say I'm in love
[Pre-Chorus]
There go the policeman, knocking at my door
Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat?
Or do I answer real confused like, "I don't know"? (I don't know)
Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more
She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when we're bored
There's nobody at the door, man, I'm so paranoid
Fuck, because
[Chorus]
'Cause, girl, you're perfect, but you're too fucking young
And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up (Woo!)
And, girl, you stole my heart, but you're too fuckin' young
And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love (Oh my God, yo)
[Verse 2]
When you're thirty-five, I'll be forty-one (But you're too young)
And when I'm twenty-seven, you'll be twenty-one, yo, this is dumb
And when that time comes for that 1-8, I'll probably run (But I know that you're young)
'Cause I'm fucking terrified, yo, this is dumb, you should find someone else
I'm not the one for you, shit, I'm still growing up by myself (I know that you're too young)
And mentally, you're older than me, and that shit doesn't help
'Cause if they see you with T, they'll think T needs some help (But I know that you're young)
So when you mention "hang", I'm thinking 'bout a tree and a belt
And I don't want no relation, shit no relation (I know that you're too young)
Ship when my dick is longer than my attention- (But I know that you're young)
Span, it's gonna suck if shit hits that kitchen fan
And splatter on me like my dick in my hand
What? I'm still fucking off, not good at ducking off (I know that you're too young)
Because I found a goose that I like, but I'm still running off
She gon' want a nest, that's why I cannot get fucking caught (But I know that you're young)
That's a scary word, you could save that shit for the birds, um
But I found my wings, fuck (I know)
[Outro]
But you're too fucking young
I really like you
And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up
I don't know what to do
And, girl, you stole my heart, but you're too fucking young
Funny thing about this is, by the time you hear this
And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love (Oh my God)
It won't even matter, I'll be in the clear, haha
It's T and Uncle Charlie!
But you're too young
But you're too young
But you're too young, ha
[Part II]
[Intro]
Boy, I know that we could be more
Than just friends, but you're scared
Boy, I know that we could be more
Than just friends, but you're scared (I know)
[Verse]
I know that there could be
Somethin' for you and me
What's your philosophy?
You're scared, scared
And I'll exit and wait a while
Just say the word, girl
Can't you see the answers are all there?
But I'm just too blind to see
You and I are cut from different fabric
I wanna rock, I wanna rock with you, girl
Don't be too material to see
But I'm just too blind to see
Somehow, this world is such a struggle just to be
Fuck 'em all, baby, it's just you and me
[Bridge]
But you're too fuckin' young
And, girl, I know that you're the one for me
And it hurts, it fuckin’ hurts
Fuck, 'cause you're too fuckin' young
And, girl, I know that you're the one for me
And it hurts, it fuckin' hurts
'Cause you're too fuckin' young
And, girl, I know that you're the one
That you're the one for me
'Cause you're too fuckin' young
And, girl, I know that you're the one for me, yeah, haha
[Outro]
I rock (I rock)
I rock (I rock)
I rock (I rock)
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FUCKING YOUNG / PERFECT
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Intro]
Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right
And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put an 18 year old nigga
Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
[Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC]
Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC and um, I'm guessing that your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving
Um, it's gonna be three sessions: today, tomorrow, and the next day
So, just tell me something about yourself...
Well, look, if, if you don't talk, I mean, these sessions are going to go slower, so-
[Verse 1]
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Some food for thought? This food for death, go 'head and fucking eat
My father's dead, well, I don't know, we'll never fucking meet
I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
This meeting just begun, nigga, I'm Satan's son
[Verse 2]
My mother raised me, a single parent, so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers
Are much important, I'm getting angrier while recording
I'm feeling like the bulls, I've got a gang of wolves
Odd Future is children that's fucked up in they mental
Simple, but probably not, fuck 'em
[Verse 3]
I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck
Drunk white girls: the only way I'll get my dick sucked
Suspended from school, coolest nigga without effort
Easy to spot, like black bitches with fake leopard
Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on
'Cause this album pack enough evil
That you can't fit inside a Jansport
Go to school with this
[Verse 4]
I go from AP to JC inside a fucking week
Waking up with random girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?"
I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet
Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit
No to drugs, I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes
By those that were slow as molasses
Take this shit to school
[Verse 5]
Raquel treat me like my father, like a fucking stranger
She still don't know I made "Sarah" to strangle her
Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught, go to sleep
[Verse 6]
I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky
"Fuck me," the monster said, somehow the monster's dead
Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil
With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either
A fucking sin or too illegal, play this shit in church
[Verse 7]
I graduated without honors or fucking father
He died (I'm so sorry) No, bitch, don't even fucking bother
I wanted a brother, my mother I told her
But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
That's having our brains racing like Dayton
Wearing some fucking Heelys
[Verse 8]
I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me
But times I'm so serious, you think I'm silly
I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11
Seven, what's religion, nigga? I am legend
I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition
I created O.F. 'cause I feel we're more talented
Than 40 year old rappers talking 'bout Gucci
When they have kids they haven't seen in years
Impressing their peers
With the same problem, the only way to solve 'em
Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver
Life's a salad, I'ma toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it
Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
'Cause my mother let me do what I want
She wasn't careless, protective, she is the bear
The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid
My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit
My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents
When Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share
This confused boy, I wanna hug hoy
I’m bad for your kids to listen to, soy is not the choice
I'm bad milk, drink it
[Interlude]
Woah, umm, it seems you had a lot to say
Uh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating
[Verse 9]
My wrist is all red from the cutter
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah
Well, that's not her fucking name, but I think this shit is clever
My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing
But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing
With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen
'Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing
Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries
Hopefully, they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy
Losers can never win me, you can never offend me
My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully mom'll attend the
Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal
This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this
Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email
So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail
[Outro]
Wow, umm
So, Tyler, if you had the chance to tell him something
What would you tell him?
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Bastard
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Part I]
[Chorus]
For your boy
I'm watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors
Nigga
[Post-Chorus]
Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me, nigga, you not important
I'm focused (Two, three, four)
Bring in the horns
[Verse 1]
They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket
I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter
Boyce Watkins a faggot, please come and get me (Two, three, four)
Said I suckin' at your neck, like a hickey, boy, I'm sicky (Two, three, four)
Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me a demon (Yeah)
And a terrorist? Goddamn it, I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber (Two, three, four)
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, so you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat (Man...)
Cherry Bomb the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound (Two, three, four)
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust (Woo)
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beast is loose (Two, three, four)
Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, 'cause I'm raising the stakes (Why, oh, why don't they like me? They don't like me, oh)
Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more Section 8
And what we ate was the steaks, now our section is great (Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, don't they like me?)
'Cause that's the level I'm at, my nigga, pass 'em a plate
'Ye!
[Bridge]
Why, oh, why, why, why don't they like me? (Two, three, four)
'Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks (Two, three, four)
But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike
[Verse 2]
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas (Two, three, four)
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' (Two, three, four)
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin' (Yeah)
They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me
You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me (Two, three, four)
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em (Two, three, four)
I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me "Are you still down?" (Two, three, four)
Yeah, my nigga, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on (Two, three, four)
I know they told they white daughters, "Don't bring home Jerome"
I am the free nigga archetype (Woo)
I am the light and the beacon; you can ask the deacon (Ask the deacon)
It's funny, when you get extra money (Two, three, four)
Every joke you tell just be extra funny (Yeah, yeah)
I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny (Two, three, four)
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me (Woo) (Two, three, four)
Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck
Hold up (Skrrt!)
I studied the proportions
Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level (Two, three, four)
Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God (Two, three, four)
He said, "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard", uh (Woo)
[Chorus]
For your boy
I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room
Damn (Two, three, four)
[Part II]
[Verse 3]
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I bet it at a auction
Been exhausted, I been workin'
While y'all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers
Hold your fuckin' ponies, my homie
I'll whip your donkey by my lonely, I eat pussy like Shoney's, yeah
It's Tunechi, homie, Master of Ceremonies
I knock 'em down, Domino effect, no pepperoni, I swear
It's them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys (Yeah)
For the nine-nine and two-thousand, but it's the two-thou' and (Yeah)
The one-four and the one-five, yo, what up, Wayne?
What up, Slime? Nigga, go hard
Yeah, I'ma go hard like before came
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad, and she give brain
That's that road head (Yeah), that's a dream car
Got a full tank of that same year I was born
That's that one-nine-nine-one, 'nother nigga like I, you won't find one
'Cause, nigga, I'm a god, a divine one; Tune! (Two, three, four)
My trigger finger wise, but my .9 dumb (Yeah)
Middle finger blind, so it's fuck A-N-Y-one (Um)
Fuck, skate, and die, son, a hundred ways to die, son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up
Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
I stick my Rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda, oh my goodness
Wayne, them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye, we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch, I'm goin' harder than yellow cabbies stoppin' for Lionel (Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling (Two, three, four)
Boy, let's get a scrimmage and cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners that's kinda German, you bring the nooses
And a couple trees, where the money grow and get bodies burnin'
'Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
My new music's all over the street like Erick Sermon was
Fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti-Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'm a liar, I'm a faggot, ugh! Son, you need Jesus
But I heard he left Sunset to go on tour with Yeezus (That's too harsh)
Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchini
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange, nah, faggot, it's Golf Wang
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SMUCKERS
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Intro]
(I was a mikey) Swag, 2011 (If I was a monkey)
Young Nigga (I would be leanin' to the left)
[Verse 1]
Sick to my motherfucking tummy (To the left)
Bitch must think I'm a motherfucking dummy (To the left)
Because I dress bummy, bitch think I'm broke
Bitch, I ate one roach and I made a lot of money
Popping since Bastard, (manager) Clancy's my slave master
Thanks to them crackers, my pockets are fatter than excess shit that's weighing on Jasper
I've never popped a bottle, but I've fucked a couple models in Europe
Yup, and a couple of them swallowed
Meet me halfway, bitch I'm going all-in
And I never pull back, shout-out to my nigga Taco
[Hook]
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
[Verse 2]
So, a couple fags threw a little hissfit
Came to Pitchfork with a couple Jada Pinkett signs
And said I was a racist homophobic
So I grabbed Lucas and filmed us kissing
Feelings getting caught, it's off, I'm pissing
You think I give a fuck? I ain't even stick my dick in yet (No homo, too soon)
And while y'all are rolling doobies
I be in my bedroom scoring movies
Still excited like a fucking newbie
Suck my dick, motherfucker, sue me
Mom got a new whip so she could scoop me
A year ago, I ain't have no hoopty
Four story home, gotta climb eight set of stairs
Just to see where my fucking roof be
[Hook]
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that (Golf Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
[Verse 3]
Wait a Goddamn second
I'm tripping balls, David Beckham
Would fall 'cause shit's going down
Just like Rodney King swimming lessons
Now me and Justin smoke sherm and been talking 'bout freeing perms
And purchasing weapons, naming them and aim 'em in One Direction
(wait a minute)
It sounds like midgets in a Goddamn speaker
Any time you play this shit loud
But that's just me trying to get milk now
And the grunts of the goddamn cow
Hit me on my beeper while Captain Hook suck my Peter
Pan camera, repeat procedure
And when the beat drop, have a goddamn seizure
[Hook]
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that (Golf Wang
Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Fuck that!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang (Wang!)
Fuck that, (Golf Wang!)
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
Fuck that, Golf Wang
[Outro]
Cut it out!
I said I didn’t want no goddamn lettuce
I don’t want that shit
I don’t want your goddamn lettuce
[laughter]
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Domo23
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Refrain]
No, don't shoot me down (Yeah)
No, don't shoot me down (Okay)
No, don't shoot me down
[Chorus]
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
(You started with a mere hello)
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
You got me by my neck (A boy is a gun)
That's why these other niggas lame to us
'Cause all these other niggas lame as fuck
We show 'em no respect
[Post-Chorus]
(You started with a mere hello)
When the time's right, yeah
When the time's right, baby
When the time's right (A boy is a gun)
(Turn me up a little bit)
[Refrain]
No, don't shoot me down
[Verse 1]
Take your hoodie off, why you hide your face from me?
Make your fuckin' mind up, I am sick of waitin' patiently
How come you're the best to me? I know you're the worst for me
Boy, you're sweet as sugar, diabetic to the first degree
My spidey sensies got me on the fencies
Whole squad in Ginza, travel bag by Balenci'
Big dawg hittin' big wheelies on the six speed
[Chorus]
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
(You started with a mere hello)
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
You got me by my neck (A boy is a gun)
That's why these other niggas lame to us
'Cause all these other niggas lame as fuck
They show 'em no respect
[Post-Chorus]
(You started with a mere hello)
When the time's right (Yeah)
When the time's right, baby
When the time's right (A boy is a gun)
(Look)
No, don't shoot me down
[Verse 2]
Oh, you passive-aggressive? Oh, you fakin' you're mad?
(You started with a mere hello)
Oh, you wanna go home? Cool, you better call you a cab
I ain't takin' you home, yeah, I'm brushin' you off
'Cause this parka is Comme, you're my favorite garçon
Don't leave, stay right here, yeah, I want you right near
(You started with a mere hello)
You invited me to breakfast, why the fuck your ex here?
Well, let's see if you 'round a god around this time next year
[Refrain]
No, don't shoot me down
No, don't shoot me down (Fucked up)
No, don't shoot me down
No, don't shoot me down
[Chorus]
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
(You started with a mere hello)
You so motherfuckin' dangerous
You got me by my neck (A boy is a gun)
That's why I start to think it's lame as fuck
(Well, I'm here for you)
[Post-Chorus]
(You started with a mere hello)
When the time's right (Yeah)
When the time's right, baby
When the time's right (A boy is a gun)
[Bridge]
(You started with a mere hello)
You're a gun 'cause I like you on my side at all times
You keep me safe (No, don't shoot me down)
(You started with a mere hello)
Wait, wait, depending on, you know (All the time)
You could be dangerous to me (Time, time)
Or anyone else
[Verse 3]
Look, they be bringin' us up
(You started with a mere hello)
Yeah, like now and again
Give a fuck what they talkin' 'bout, I see you as a 10
I'ma leave it at that, I'ma leave us as friends
'Cause the irony is I don't wanna see you again
Stay the fuck away from me
Stay the fuck away from me
Stay the fuck away from me
I ain't gon' repeat myself, but stay the fuck away from me
[Outro]
(You started with a mere hello)
(A boy is a gun)
No, don't shoot me down
(You started with a mere hello)
(A boy is a gun)
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A BOY IS A GUN*
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Tyler, the Creator
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[Intro]
Something real, yeah
Baby
Oh nah, we don't do backpack
Haha, my pick up line and shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got your bitch movin'
Call me when you get lost
[Verse 1]
Aw, you look malnourished (Malnourished)
Let's get some bread, fry it in egg yolk and drown it in syrup (Drown it in syrup)
You pick a spot, I pick a tail number and we could be tourists (Ooh, yeah)
Let's go to Cannes and watch a couple indie movies that you never heard of (Baby)
Listen to bands, groove and we dance
Disco in France, smell some perfume, head in the wind (In the wind)
We can switch off
I can show you how you can really exfoliate skin
If you got a man, you should cut it off
Get your passport 'cause we runnin' off (Run off)
We can sit and talk
You can tell me everything that's on your chest, baby, get it off
You are my type, you a bright light
I'm like a moth, this is not a game (This is not a game)
But before we start (Before I say)
[Chorus]
What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Check it out)
(What's your name?)
What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Tell me)
What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Check it out)
(Oh, what's your name?)
What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Oh, girl)
Yeah
[Verse 2]
What is your name, what do you bring? (Yeah)
I think that I got what you need
And I'm willin' to do anything that you please (Baby)
I'm tryna get down to the root of the apple
The deepest I could in them jeans
McLaren like Sonic, can't speak, no
No, you can't hit my lean, no (Baby)
Baby, tell me where the piece go, 'cause I'm lost
Your body compared to the fashion
I hope you ain't proud of the shit that I bought (Baby)
'Cause money, it don't mean a thing
I value the times that I take you out
One minute, it's a beautiful scene
Then it probably end with me bein' took out, woah-oh
Think slow, 'cause I move fast (Oh, me)
[Chorus]
What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Check it out)
(Oh, what's your name?)
What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Tell me)
What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Tell me)
(Oh, what's your name?)
What's your name, girlfriend, what's your name? (Yeah)
(Oh-oh)
Yeah
[Outro]
Since when did I bring a C5?
I wanna know your name
I feel like I had your name
Oh-oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh
Stop playin' and let me pay your momma debt off, haha
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WUSYANAME
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Intro]
Yo, now you gon' start me from the top? Listen
Shout out Harlem, man
Shout out A$AP Rocky, man
AWGE in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato salad?
Yo, listen
[Verse 1]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's, woah
So cut the crap like shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joystick, I whip cream and cop cribs
I got more space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the laser gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas weak
They thought I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill 'em with some Leo DiCap's and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, where we at? Nigga in Paris
[Verse 2]
Fuck clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah, I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your name on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my bracket
Then I think about the state of rapping
All the freshmens in the classes
All the super seniors' mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin' and rappin', mumble rapping?
I find it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to find an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"CALLDROPS" on the album skits
[Verse 3]
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch, it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahaha, yeah!
[Outro]
K shiz, what up, nigga!
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Potato Salad
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Tyler, the Creator
|
[Part I]
[Intro]
Paranoid, paranoid, paranoid (Ayy)
Things feel out of order
Look and look around, I'm not sure of
Pair of paranoia, no (Such a—)
Feel it in my aura (Woo)
Living between cameras and recorders, ah, yeah (Woo, woo)
I want peace but can't afford ya, no (Such a—)
[Chorus]
Pobwela panyumba panga, uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu (Paranoid)
Chifukwa, ine sinifuna vokamba, kamba
Vokamba kamba vileta pa mulomo
(Wotangozi, wotangozi)
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, ah ('Round and 'round, huh, yeah)
Ooh, ah ('Round, 'round)
Ooh, ah (Someone's keeping watch, I feel them on my shoulder)
Ooh, ah (Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin' 'round) (Such a—)
[Verse]
I can't even buy a home in private
Home invasions got my brothers dyin'
Notice every car that's drivin' by
I think my neighbors want me dead
I got a cannon underneath the bed
Triple checkin' if I locked the door
I know every creak that's in the floor
Motherfucker, I am paranoid, I (Such a—)
Loop around the block, eyes glued to the rearview
Rather double back than regret hearin', "Pew, pew"
Never trust a bitch, if you good, they could trap you
So just strap it up 'fore they fuck around and strap you, bitch
[Chorus]
Pobwela panyumba panga, uyenela ku nkala ndi ulemu (Noid)
Chifukwa, ine sinifuna vokamba, kamba (Noid)
Vokamba kamba vileta pa mulomo
(Wotangozi, wotangozi)
[Post-Chorus]
Shadow
Shadow (Yeah, woo)
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch)
(I feel them in my shadow)
Shadow (Someone's keeping watch)
(Watchin', watchin')
(Such a—)
[Bridge]
Someone's keeping watch
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can feel it
[Part II]
[Interlude]
Don't trust these people out here, please, whatever you do
Keep to yourself, keep your business to yourself
Don't even trust these motherfuckin' accountants
'Cause they will try to get over on you, okay?
Please, because I don't wanna have to fuck nobody up
I promise to God
[Refrain]
Don't it seem so good? Ooh, ooh (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
Don't it feel so good? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
(Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
Don't it feel so good? (Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look, ooh)
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Watch your surroundings)
Who's at my window? Na-na, who's at my window? (Oh, na-na, oh, na-na, ayy)
Who's at my window? Who's at my window? (Okay, okay, okay, yeah)
[Verse]
No cameras out, please, I wanna eat in peace (Paranoid)
Don't wanna take pictures with you niggas or bitches
Nervous system is shook, way before nineteen (Paranoid, yeah)
LA'll do that to you, where you from, nigga? Who ya?
Satellites (Satellite), screenshots (Noid)
Paparazzi (Noid), NDAs (Noid)
Privacy? Huh, yeah, right, I got a better shot in the NBA
Ain't no respect for nothin', voice recordin' our discussions
Her, him, they, them, or anybody, I don't trust 'em at—
At all (Noid), some pray for my fall (Noid)
Hearin' clicks on the calls (Noid)
Niggas hackin' for some rough drafts
Bitches lookin' for a buff bag
Risk that for some jaw, nah
You sing along, but you don't know me, nigga
Nah, never ever, not at all, y'all
Niggas crossed the line, like fuck the stop sign (Noid)
They wanna know where I close my eyes at, I keep my eyes wide
On God, this shit cooked, brodie
Look, brodie (Noid), handshakes got me shooked, brodie
Niggas want info about me? (Read a motherfuckin'—)
Read a book on me, ugh
[Outro]
Leave me alone, leave me alone (Baby, I'm paranoid)
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (Don't it feel so good?)
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look (So good)
Left shoulder, right shoulder, left shoulder, look
Fuck you want? (Don't it feel so good?)
Leave me alone, what you want?
Leave me alone, what you want?
Leave me alone (Who's at my window, my window?)
Fuck, damn (Who's at my window?)
Paranoid
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Noid
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Tyler, the Creator
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