Teddy Pendergrass – Shout And Scream Lyrics

I like, I like to hear you shout, yeah.
I like, I like to hear you scream.
I like, I like to see you dance.
Come on, shout. Shout and scream.
Come on and get up off your chair.
Why don’t you wave your hand in the air.
Come on, come on and follow me.
Come on, shout. Shout and scream.

Shout. Scream.
Shout. Scream.
Come on, shout.
Come on, shout, scream, shout, yeah.

Come on and get rid of your tensions.
Your body’s welcome on surrender.
Why don’t you go ‘head, get on down.
Come on, shout. Shout and scream, yeah.
Why don’t you shake, shake your booty.
Hey, don’t forget to rock your tooty.
Let yourself go and just be free.
Come on, shout. Shout and scream, yeah.

Get on up and shout.
Come on, scream.
Hey, shout. Come on and scream.
Why don’t you shout, scream.
Oh, it’s alright this evening.

I like, I like to hear you shout.
I like, I like to hear you scream.
I like, I like to see you dance.
Come on, shout. Shout and scream.
Why don’t you shake, shake your booty.
Hey, don’t forget to rock your tooty.
Let yourself go and just be free.
Come on, shout. Shout and scream, y’all.

Come on, scream.
Don’t just shout, don’t just scream.
Come on and shout. Don’t just scream.
Come on, shout, scream.
Oh, it’s alright this evening.

It’s alright, it’s alright
If you wanna dance, children, yeah.
It’s alright, yeah, if you wanna party, y’all.
Come on, get on down, yeah.
Go on, party hardy, yeah.
Come on, party, yeah.
Come on, party, yeah, yeah.

Tell you it’s alright.

Now I’ll tell you exactly what I want you to do.
I want everybody that’s sitting in here this evening, but first of all, stand on
up out your seats.
Come on now, get on up.
Music got you moving.
Yeah, come on, y’all, get on up!
And while you’re standing there, I want you to wave your hand in the air.
I want you to wave your hand in the air.
And for those of you who don’t feel like waving your hand in the air, I wanna
see you put your hands together. Clap along with me.
(Clapping) Yeah, just like that.
Come on and clap a little harder, y’all. Tear the building down.
We’re gonna party, party hardy.
We’re gonna party, party hardy.
Gonna party, yeah.
Gonna party, yeah.
For those of you who think you’re a little too cute to get up off your chair,
what I want you to do is come on up here down strutting ‘cross the stage.
I’m gonna show you how to do the teddy bear.

Party, yeah.
Come on, get on down.
It’s alright if you dance, children.
It’s alright if you scream, children. Yeah.
See, the music got you going from your head to your toe.
Gonna get so much, can’t stand no more.
Shout. Come on, scream.
Come on, shout. Yeah, scream.
Come on, shout, yeah. Come on, scream.
Come on, shout, yeah. Come on, scream.
It’s alright, what you wanna do.
It’s alright, do just what you wanna do.
Come on and rock.
Come on, y’all, and rock, yeah.
Feels so good, yeah. Teddy feels so good, yeah.
Come on, party.

Machine Gun Kelly – Drunk Face Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m still young wasting my youth
I’ll grow up next summer
I’m back on those drugs I quit
I kept my dealer’s number
I’m still young wasting my youth
I’ll grow up next summer
I’m back on that girl I quit
I should’ve lost her number

[Verse 1]
I’m overcompensating for heartbreak
I swallowed the pill that was in a heart shape
Her hands on my chest feelin’ my heartbeat
She spillin’ her drink all on my car seat
She’ll get attached and then trap me
Then I gotta act like I’m happy
She posts pics to get at me
Déjà vu, it’s like last week

[Chorus]
I’m still young wasting my youth
I’ll grow up next summer
I’m back on those drugs I quit
I kept my dealer’s number
I’m still young wasting my youth
I’ll grow up next summer
I’m back on that girl I quit
I should’ve lost her number

[Verse 2]
Pedal to the floor, yeah, I can’t brake
The floor of the hotels, my ashtray
She opened the door and walked past me

I’m a Hollywood whore, I don’t ask names
Yeah, let’s get high as f*ck
I try to cover up
Eyes that have seen too much
I’d go blind for her touch

[Chorus]
I’m still young wasting my youth
I’ll grow up next summer
I’m back on those drugs I quit
I kept my dealer’s number
I’m still young wasting my youth
I’ll grow up next summer
I’m back on that girl I quit
I should’ve lost her number

[Outro]
I’m still young, I’m wasted and I’m not getting younger
I’ll grow up, I promise that I’ll grow up next summer
I’m still young, I’m wasted and I’m not getting younger
(You plus me is euphoria)
I’ll grow up, I promise that I’ll grow up next summer
(I have sinned, oh, help me, Jesus)
I’m still young, I’m wasted and I’m not getting younger
(You plus me is euphoria)
I’m still young, I promise that I’ll grow up next summer
(I have sinned, oh, help me, Jesus)

Mistah F.a.b. – Gettit How U Live Lyrics (feat. Young Ro & Ice City Frost)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.]
Yeah
The big homie DJ Daryl
Yeah
I love you Frost, forever
Your memory gon’ live on
Young Ro, it’s a granny, huh

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
And every nigga in my city got a chopper on him
No life insurance, they ain’t worried ’bout a doctor for him
Got caught up with a pistol, now he need a lawyer
Them lil’ niggas you was runnin’ with ain’t doin’ nothin’ for you
They f*ck around and backdoor you for your main bitch
Should’ve listened to mama, she said they ain’t shit
But that’s the life of a brodie when you in these streets
‘Cause all he wanted was a Rollie and some gold teeth
From my side to the East, Hedge Row, my niggas know about this
My young nigga on parole but he’ll go about this
Jumbed off the curb to these streets and he a man, you been a boy
Made ten racks last week in a tenderloin
Hustle for the profit, I was tryna get up
f*ck ’em if they ain’t with us, they ain’t ridin’ with us
Man, this street shit sick, young niggas is twisted
But I can’t judge you, lil’ bruh, get it how you live it

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
He said, “It is what it is, big bro, how I’m livin’
Got a baby on the way and I just got out of prison
My PO on my dick and he keep on trippin’”
I said, “I can’t judge you, cuz, get it how you livin’”
He said, “It is what it is, big bro, how I’m livin’
Got a baby on the way and I’m fresh out of prison
My PO on my dick and that nigga be trippin’”
I said, “I can’t judge you, bro, get it how you livin’”

[Verse 2: Frost City]
Shootin’ guns at a young age, tryna make hi a name
Granny stayed on his back daily, prayin’ for a change
OG’s taught him well, youngin, stay in your lane
Any problems with these suckers, then I’m uppin’ the thing
Had a baby at a young age, shit got hard
Man they killed Lil Bobby, really left me scarred
And it f*cked the family up, man they fell all apart
It ain’t no sucker shit, nigga, growin’ up in the Park
In these streets gettin’ money, gotta have that heart
You shed tears behind them bars, man, you not that hard

I know niggas servin’ life, homie, knock that off
Keepin’ money on my phone, just accept that call
Everything I been through made me who I am today
Yeah that boy from the Park but that boy don’t play
Made it out of situations, should’ve been gone today
Still keep the banger on me and the same since pray

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
He said, “It is what it is, big bro, how I’m livin’
Got a baby on the way and I just got out of prison
My PO on my dick and he keep on trippin’”
I said, “I can’t judge you, cuz, get it how you livin’”
He said, “It is what it is, big bro, how I’m livin’
Got a baby on the way and I’m fresh out of prison
My PO on my dick and that nigga be trippin’”
I said, “I can’t judge you, bro, get it how you livin’”

[Verse 3: Young Ro]
Suckers want my head but the hoes want the bread (Yeah)
PO still trippin’, I be tryna shake the feds (Ooh)
Slidin’ on ice, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a sled (Nah)
Lot of real niggas level four, eatin’ spreads (Free Sam)
Raise by the real, we don’t f*ck with the fake (Nah)
Cut the grass low, watchin’ out for the snakes (Ooh)
Baby got water, dove in like a lake (Dove in)
Kicked the door in ’cause we heard he got a safe (Got it)
Still bang the four to the five to the six (To the six)
Still bang the four leaf, I hit quick (Ooh)
Bet the ten or four, we ain’t worried ’bout shit (Nah)
Spank his whole block, big bruh sent the hit (Rrah, rrah)
Raised in the mud, I ain’t never had shit (Never)
Walked in the mall like let me grab this (Give me this)
Too many choppers, can’t even stash it (Nah)
Too many P’s, can’t even bag it (Nah)

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
He said, “It is what it is, big bro, how I’m livin’
Got a baby on the way and I just got out of prison
My PO on my dick and he keep on trippin’”
I said, “I can’t judge you, cuz, get it how you livin’”
He said, “It is what it is, big bro, how I’m livin’
Got a baby on the way and I’m fresh out of prison
My PO on my dick and that nigga be trippin’”
I said, “I can’t judge you, bro, get it how you livin’”

Skinnyfromthe9 – Dreams Lyrics

[Intro]
Z cookin’ on the track
Based1 got them bands, ho
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Yeah, everything what you can be, uh
All you gotta do is dream, uh
If you really working hard, uh
It becomes reality, yeah
Everything what you can be
All you gotta do is dream
If you really working hard
It becomes reality
All you gotta do is dream
All you gotta do is dream
All you gotta do is dream

[Verse 1]
This ain’t happen overnight, I was workin’ like a slave
Man, I sent my songs to everyone, got no time of day
Now I’m on, they hit my phone, “What you on today?”
And I respond, like, “Leave me ‘lone, you ain’t f*ck with me”
I know what it feels like, to feel like
Every effort that you give, no one ever notices
You think my life was great, well, you should check again
Matter fact, hold a sec, I’ma, I’ma fill you in
I’m the oldest out of six, never had a stable crib
‘Cause my mom wasn’t around, and my dad was with the feds
Had to boss up, treat my siblings like my kids
Man it’s crazy where we’ve been
Man it’s crazy where we’ve been
Seems like yesterday, I was somewhere I ain’t wanna be
Now today, I wake up and live my dream
Can’t forget the shit I seen
So I always try to help the kids that are like me

[Chorus]
Everything what you can be, uh
All you gotta do is dream, uh
If you really working hard, uh
It becomes reality, yeah
Everything what you can be

All you gotta do is dream
If you really working hard
It becomes reality
All you gotta do is dream
All you gotta do is dream
All you gotta do is dream

[Verse 2]
I did it when they said I couldn’t, that’s why they all mad
I’m worried ’bout my future to be caught up in the past
There’s some people that I gave my all to and then they switched
Those the same people tryna call me ’cause I’m rich
I just cut ’em off, cut ’em off, it’s your fault
You could’ve been here but you didn’t play your part
I was friends with people who was hatin’ from the start
Damn I feel so stupid, man I gave those fools my heart, ayy
Gotta rise above it, ayy, now I count these hundreds, ayy
Now these people stuck, and they hate on me for nothin’, ayy
Promise it will not gon’ stop, you stuck at the bottom now
Ain’t no way that I’ma let you take me off this f*ckin’ top
Rockstar, I’m a star shining bright like the moonlight (Yeah)
You can be anything you want to be
Just keep on working hard, just make sure that you dream

[Chorus]
Yeah, everything what you can be, uh
All you gotta do is dream, uh
If you really working hard, uh
It becomes reality, yeah
Everything what you can be
All you gotta do is dream
If you really working hard
It becomes reality
All you gotta do is dream
All you gotta do is dream
All you gotta do is dream

Ghost Mice – New Moon Rising Lyrics

When something’s broke we don’t throw it away
We try to fix it up again
Duct tape and super glue
Can make something as good as new again

Don’t bury me until I’m dead
Don’t give up until the end
It might be a dark dark night
But the sun it just might rise again

And it’s never too late to do something new
And it’s never too late to do something new
If you don’t give up on life
Then it won’t give up on you
It’s never too late to do something new

You’re not too old, you’re not too young

You’re not dead yet so don’t give up
We can build ourselves the world we want
We can make a world we love

Tonight might be a dead moon night but
That just makes the stars so bright
We still got hope we still got fight
And a new moon’s gonna rise

It’s never too late to do something new
It’s never too late to do something new
If you don’t give up on life
Then it won’t give up on you
It’s never too late to do something new

Malik Montana – Botoks Lyrics

[Refren: Malik Montana]
Zbotoksowana ździra, usta i cycki wypchane
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie

[Bridge x2: OLEK]
Dach opada w samochodzie
Między nogami mam jej głowę, okej

[Zwrotka 1: Malik Montana]
Nie miałem nic, teraz mam w chuj
Zarzucam talerz, jest nastrój
Syrop do Sprite’a, chodzę jak żółw
Mam kwit, mam weed, mam (ej)
Biorę dupę na łyżkę jak kokę
Wychodzę na dwór, nie na pole
Ja robię co chcę i się wożę
Zimny łokieć, szyby opuszczone (ej)
Nie noszę ciuchów Off-White, możesz mi suko possać
Robić Cie chcę, nie poznać, kwit robię all day all night
To była miłość od pierwszego włożenia
Tak miło, że aż bez zabezpieczenia
To chyba miłość, a może to M’ka

Wyszedłem bez słowa, mała kurwo żegnaj!

[Refren: Malik Montana]
Zbotoksowana ździra, usta i cycki wypchane
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie

[Bridge x2: OLEK]
Dach opada w samochodzie
Między nogami mam jej głowę, okej

[Refren: Malik Montana]
Zbotoksowana ździra, usta i cycki wypchane
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie
Zanim wzięła go do ust zmoczyła mordę w szampanie

[Bridge x2: OLEK]
Dach opada w samochodzie
Między nogami mam jej głowę, okej

Dogleg – Remember Alderaan? Lyrics

Take me back to a place I know you will still remember
Just make sure that your heart’s still as cold as December
Well I’ve been down and I’ve been out
I’m not the same one you used to talk about
40 days, 40 nights
40 days, 40 nights spent without you

I know that you said that you wanted me dead
Well I wish you would fall on the tracks

Practice it first, you wouldn’t want them to know you’re a pretender
Just sit back and watch as the world you built burns to embers
Well I’ve been down and I’ve been out
I’m not the same one you used to talk about
40 days, 40 nights
40 days, 40 nights spent without you

Porridge Radio – 7 Seconds Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been waiting such a long time for you
And you know that I could never lie to you
You don’t give me half the patience that I taught you
I taught you love
And you never gave me enough

[Verse 2]
And I can’t tell you that I’m wasted
And I can’t tell you that I’m wasted on you
And I think about your body
How it’s wasting, how it’s wasting
And I’m wasted telling jokes to you
‘Cause you can’t hear me, you can’t hear me
You can’t hear a word I’m saying
And you’re not here but your body is getting closer every day

[Chorus]
And I wade
Until I’m knee deep in water, I can’t breathe

And I can never tеll you that I’ve had enough
And I can nevеr make it stop
And I can’t tell you that I’m wasted on you

[Bridge]
So I wade deeper
Plunge my head into the water
Sink into it, rise above it
Climb into the sky, I love it
I love it

[Outro]
Do you ever think about who you were then and who you are now?
Do you ever think about who you were then and who you are now?
Do you ever think about who you were then and who you are now?
And I miss you but I’ll never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever

Slick Shoes – Waiting Lyrics

Many times, throughout my life I’ve felt like something wasn’t right, and it kept me waiting
Am I here at the right time? All of these questions swirl around inside, and it gets so grating
I’m running home but I’ve never felt this cold. I won’t let go; will I ever feel at home?
In search of peace that I can’t find. Taking it one day at a time, I fear I’ll keep on failing

I will not fall for my heart’s lies. I will not keep it all inside, but I’ll keep on waiting
I’m running home but I’ve never felt this cold. I won’t let go; will I ever feel at home?
I will not fall for my heart’s lies. I will not keep it all inside
I’m running home but I’ve never felt this cold. I won’t let go; will I ever make it home?

Mistah F.a.b. – Mad At The World Lyrics (feat. Aye-B)

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Huh, tried to tell the world my pain, but didn't nobody care
Cryin' for my mama and daddy, but ain't nobody there
Wrote a letter to my brother, he can't get it, because he in the hole
Bundled up in my grandmama house, we all in the cold
My cousins goin' rock for rock, knock for knock, and they arguin'
In the dice game, seen my nigga get killed, all over an argument
RIP Lil Ken, nigga died over a five point
Seen a nigga get slapped all in the face over a point five joint
They standing on the corner watchin' for rollers, wonderin' if they gon' hit
Confidence low, mama say, "You like your daddy, and your daddy ain't shit"
A product of my environment, sold product in my environment
Ain't no 401k for niggas on the block, it ain't no retirement
And the game looked wet
What you think a young nigga gon' do? I dived in
And we riskin' it all, ain't worryin' 'bout juvenile confinement
Lookin' back on the years, scratchin' my head like where my time went?
Do somethin' more useful with your time than posted up, grindin'

[Chorus: Aye-B]
Tryna make a change from my old ways
Don't wanna die up in these streets, I'd rather die from old age
They tell me life is short, well shit, hell, I been havin' long days
Be careful what you say to me, don't rub me the wrong way
Young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world
Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you
It's just me against the world
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
My brother been locked up so long, all he know is pen life
My little cousin just caught a body, they gave him ten lifes
The preacher wanna judge us, I guess because he sin right
And he callin' all of our sins wrong, but I remember them dim lights
And cold nights, over the stove like Uncle Ben rice
Arguin' with dope fiends over nine, needin' that ten right
Need every cent, cousin, not a dollar less
Five-oh, high-speed runnin', we out of breath
They think his legs got a jet, the way that nigga move like a vet

The police callin' us threats, we just tryna get out of the 'jects
I want a 'Vette, I want a Benz, I want a Jag, I want a Maserati
Can't get it out this corner so my nigga thought he would rob somebody
And body after body, it start becomin' regular
From juvenile hall, to YA, to the pen, he was ready for it
But deep behind his pain you hear the story to his scars
And the cell on the cell, hearin' his story through these bars

[Chorus: Aye-B]
Tryna make a change from my old ways
Don't wanna die up in these streets, I'd rather die from old age
They tell me life is short, well shit, hell, I been havin' long days
Be careful what you say to me, don't rub me the wrong way
Young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world
Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you
It's just me against the world
[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Used to ask the OG at the store to buy me a black
Told me that wasn't nobody behind this, son, so don't ask him for that
I was like, "Nigga, ain't you the same OG that was askin' for crack?
Now you righteous 'cause you done finally got that monkey off your back?"
Guess that's the game
Niggas change, but some stay the same
Perceptions involve, others still be stuck in they ways
I got some folks in San Quentin and some that's stuck in the grave
I got some stories full of gory that'll f*ck up your day
My daddy used dirty syringes, got 'em stuck in his veins
I got the news that he f*cked up, now he stuck with the AIDS
Seein' your daddy die young, that shit'll f*ck up your brain
Started smokin', started sippin', then start to f*ck with cocaine
A real product of the dope game
More money, yeah, what the ho bring
But more money, more problems
Nigga get stressed out and need Rogane
In a small city where over a hundred die every year
That's why every nigga here sheddin' thug tears

[Chorus: Aye-B]
A young nigga attitude, I'm mad at the world
Mad at myself, I just ain't mad at you
It's just me against the world

Gillian Welch – Honey Baby Lyrics

Our love was sweetest in the spring
And when you gave a wedding ring
I gave to you this golden vow

I got no sugar baby now
I got no honey baby now
I got no honey baby now

Before they caught us in a lie
We crossed our hearts, prepared to die
We crossed our hearts, prepared to die

Down where the cold waters flow
Down where the brushes overgrow
That’s where my baby’s sleeping, oh

I got no sugar baby now
I got no honey baby now
I got no honey baby now

We went to jail without a shout
The night they came to find us out
The night they came to find us out

But all your money set you free
And saved you from the gallows tree
And saved you from the hanging bough

I got no sugar baby now
I got no honey baby now
I got no honey baby now

Mocedades – El Nino Yuntero Lyrics

Carne de yugo ha nacido
Más humillado que bello
Con el cuello perseguido
Con el yugo para el cuello
Nace como la herramienta
A los golpes destinado
De una tierra desconten
Y un insastifecho arado
Nace como la herramienta
A los golpes destinado

Empieza a sentir y siente
La vida como una guerra
Y a dar fatigosamente
En los huesos de la tierra
Contar sus años no sabe
Y ya sabe que el sudor
Es una corona grave
De sal para el labrador
Empieza a sentir y siente
La vida como una guerra

A fuerza de golpes fuerte

Y a fuerza de sol bruñido
Con una ambición de muerte
Despedazada un pan reñido
Y como raíz se hunde
En la tierra lentamente
Para que la tierra inunde
De paz y panes su frente
A fuerza de golpes fuerte
Y a fuerza de sol bruñido

Quién salvará a este chiquillo
Menor que un grano de avena
De dónde saldrá el martillo
Verdugo de esta cadena
Que salga del corazón
De los hombres jornaleros
Que antes de ser hombres son
Y han sido niños yunteros
Que salga del corazón
De los hombres jornaleros

Verbal Jint – Check The Rhime Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back in the days when I was a teenager
랩이란 게 이토록 내 인생에 있어
큰 부분 차지하게 될 줄은 몰랐지
랩한다니까 날 알던 애들은 놀랐지
I never dreamed I'd rhyming for 015B
Salt-n-Pepa, Heavy D는 알고 있었지
하지만 내가 샀던 잡지는 Hot Music, Sub, Imazine.
랩이란 건 가끔씩 듣는 음악이었을 뿐
아마도 내가 중학교 졸업하고 산
2Pac의 'All Eyez on Me'가 아니었다면 지금의 난
없었을 거야. 합주실 먼지를 맨날
들이마시며 지호, 원근, 지현 and 희수와
합주했는데 지금은 마이크 잡고 비트 타
I won't deny it. 밴드로는 나의 욕구가 안 찼었지
원하던 소리가 안 났었지, 쇼 앤 프루브 가입 후에 즉시
My ambitions as a rapper, 시작됐어
어린애처럼 설레는 맘으로 가사를 썼어 till the break of dawn

[Chorus]
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
[Verse 2]
나의 곡들이 1 and then 2, 2 and then 3
3 and then 4, 계속 쌓였지. 중간에 한 번씩
슬럼프에 빠졌지. 하지만 다시
물이 오르면 업그레이드된 나 자신 발견했어
그때마다 필살기 하나씩 얻어냈어
Big things popping. 한국 힙합은
디스와 다양해진 스타일, 수준 상승
이런 것들 겪으며 행복한 몸살을 앓고 있었어
어떤 이들은 농담을 심각하게 받아들여 추태 부리고
어떤 이는 사기를 치면서 얕은 꾀부리고
어떤 이는 Celebrity로 목표를 잡고 달렸고
자신만의 색을 잃고 중요한 걸 까먹고
각자 자기 몫을 찾아갔지
물론 그 중에선 자신의 음악의 가치

안타까울 정도로 인정을 못 받은
운이 나쁜 친구도 있었지
암튼 난 감사해 지금 내게 주어진 것들에
아직도 난 진화 중, 여러분 덕분에

[Chorus]
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love
I can rhyme in thousands of styles but it's all about love

Tierra Cali – Amor Te Amo Lyrics

Amor te amo
Amor te quiero
Sin ti vida sin ti
Me muero

Te quiero y no te dejare de querer por que no
Puedo estar con tigo me hace muy feliz y siento
Tocar el cielo ,te extraño y cada dia que pasa mas
Y mas te deceo mi cama te llama y quiere que
Tu conmigo estes durmiendo

Amor te amo , amor te quiero ,tu eres mi vida
Tu eres mi cielo , quiero tu alma para seguir
Viviendo, tocar tu cuerpo , sentir tus besos

Amor te amo, amor te quiero , sin ti mi vida
Sin ti me muero
Tierra cali cali

Te extraño y cada dia que pasa mas y mas te
Deceo mi cama te llama y quiere que tu conmigo
Estes durmiendo

Amor te amo, amor te quiero , tu eres mi vida
Tu eres mi cielo,quiero tu alma para seguir
Viviendo,tocar tu cuerpo ,sentir tus besos
Amor te amo ,amor te quiero, sin ti mi vida
Sin ti me muero

Les Cowboys Fringants – Le Quai De Berthier Lyrics

Sais-tu, y’avait une cabane dans ma cour
On jouait là à toué jours
Pis d’ins carcasses de chars
On ‘tait toujours dehors

Nos mères nous habillaient en fluo
On jouait à guerre en bottes d’eau
Tout’les gars s’appelaient Joe
Pis quand y faisait beau

On jouait au hockey l’aut’bord d’la butte
Ça jouait dur mais pas comme des brutes
On avait des buts en poche de jute
Quand j’goalais j’t’ais Mike Liut

J’me promenais en BMX l’été
J’t’ais fier qui’soit bien équipé
On faisait d’la trail d’ins sentiers
Pis Ti-Louis m’disait…

Viens faire un tour su’l quai
Les gars attendent après toi
J’ai du coke pis des peanuts
On va s’pêcher une barbotte
On rira de Guy Dubuc
Parce qu’y a une face de Lucky Luke
Dis à ton père qu’tu vas veiller
Avec nous autres, su’l quai de Berthier…

J’ai fini par dev’nir un ado
J’avais une p’tite couette dans l’dos
Moé pis mon chum Ti-Louis
C’était comme dans Degrassi

Ma moustache, poussait pas ben vite
J’n’ai pas eu une tu-suite
On allait au 14-18
Boy Georges c’t’ait l’gros hit

C’est là, que dans cour arrière
On a bu nos premières bières
C’t’ait drôle, on savait pas boire
On ‘tait pas beaux à voir

Y’a eu, les premiers slows collés
Les premiers baisers
Pis mon premier cœur brisé
Comme réconfort Ti-Louis m’as dit :

Viens faire un tour su’l quai

Les gars s’ennuient d’toi
Amène ta ligne pis tes appâts
Même si dans l’fond on l’sait qu’ça mord pas
Le St-Laurent est tranquille
Y’a du brouillard sé’îles
Viens t’asseoir on va jaser
Toé pis moé, su’l quai de Berthier…

A c’t’heure, chu déménagé
J’fais ma vie à Malbaie
J’pense de temps en temps
À quand j’avais 10-12 ans
Ti-Louis, y reste toujours là-bas

J’t’ais sûr qu’y changerait pas
J’entends pu parler d’lui
Comme de nos autres amis

Comme Sophie qu’j’allais souvent voir
À faisait du ski d’fond à toué soirs
Dans ma mitaine y’avait un trou
J’y ai donné un bec su’a joue

C’était pendant l’congé d’Noël
J’voulais déjà m’marier avec elle
À m’a appelé tantôt après les nouvelles
A m’a dit :

Viens faire un tour su’l’quai
Tu sais ben qu’j’m’ennuie d’toi
Même après toutes ces années
J’pouvais pas t’oublier
J’habite encore chez mes parents
J’travaille dans un restaurant
J’ai revu les gars d’la gang
Y’a Ti-Louis qui t’fait dire :

Viens faire un tour su’l’quai
Les gars s’ennuient d’toi
Amène ta ligne pis tes appâts
Même si dans l’fond on l’sait qu’ça mord pas
Au pire on pognera une barbotte
J’ai d’la bière pis des peanuts
Le St-Laurent est tranquille
Dans l’bout’ de Berthierville…

Machine Gun Kelly – Body Bag Lyrics

[Verse 1: YUNGBLUD]
Her lips are soda, and I just miss the way they taste
Like Coca-Cola, spiked with aromas
I heard a rumor that she’s been dancin’ in the rain
I’m gonna lose it ’cause I can’t swim, but

[Chorus: YUNGBLUD]
I’m not mad, I just want us to be better
It feels right when we’re together, okay (Okay)
I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper
You’re supposed to love me better, baby
So put me in a body bag
So put me in a body bag

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
She’s on my wish list, she knows my pressure points, it hurts
She gives me kisses, her glitter gets everywhere
I’ve got my issues, but I have the right to think you’re wrong
You’re just a witch and I tried your poison, baby, put me in a body bag

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & YUNGBLUD, YUNGBLUD]
I’m not mad, I just want us to be better
It feels right when we’re together, okay (Oh)
I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper
You’re supposed to love me better, baby
So put me in a body bag

I’m not mad, I just want us to be better
It feels right when we’re together, okay (Okay, baby)
I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper
You’re supposed to love me better, baby
So put me in a body bag

[Bridge: YUNGBLUD]
I know that I’ll dream about you always and forever
‘Cause you’ll break my heart in two
But then you tape it together, so

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & YUNGBLUD, YUNGBLUD]
I’m not mad, I just want us to be better
Feels right when we’re together, okay
I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper
You’re supposed to love me better, baby

[Outro: YUNGBLUD]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah
So put me in a body bag

Dogleg – Prince Is Little Lyrics

Ringing ears, an exception
Exceptionally in a misdirection
Crossing black, crossing white
Crossing hearts, that hope to die

Don’t you ever say my name again

I can tell that you don’t know how to handle this, so I guess I’ll take control

White water, white water, it keeps us from reliving

Don’t you ever say my name again

Well I’ve been down and out for too long
I’ve found my head in the sand, and now I wanna get it back
I’m not trying to get you back

Malik Montana – Tijara Lyrics

[Refren]
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Jak czarne masz włosy i skóra śniada, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Jak nie masz pracy, bo nie masz szkoły, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara

[Zwrotka 1]
Zarabiam na streecie, wydaję w butikach i czuje się z tym kurwa dobrze
Syn uśmiech na twarzy, żona w nowych ciuchach bo po to są kurwa pieniądze
I tylko rodzina, mój skład i zasady to wszystko jest kurwa najdroższe
A wasze kariery i złudne marzenia ja znam to już kurwa za dobrze
Mówienie poprawnie po polsku z akcentem, zarabiam więcej niż on z fakultetem
Chce prezydent złoty, S-Class w coupe’cie
A ty, składkę by mieć większą rentę
System w tym państwie zrobi z ciebie hienę
Zapierdalać by spełniać czyjeś marzenie
Jak wolna niedziela to życie jest piękne, opłacisz rachunki, puste kieszenie

[Refren]
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Jak czarne masz włosy i skóra śniada, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara

Jak nie masz pracy, bo nie masz szkoły, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara

[Zwrotka 2]
Pies cię jebał, i niech rak zżera, tfu na krupiera
Praca materac, tu nie ma miłości, wszystko na sprzedaż
Kieta na szyje jak światła Las Vegas
Zepsuty jestem i nie mam sumienia, w bolesnej śmierci powoli umieraj
Robię co muszę, by mieć na co trzeba, straszą mnie piekłem a ja się uśmiecham
Wjechały tu kurwy z Okrzei z framugą, nie zdążyłem nawet nacieszyć maturą
Ja studiować chciałem i być ojca dumą, bo ojciec kasyno i melanż na grubo
Mama do dziś przez to leczy depresję, dziadek nie zdążył tu aż go wyleczę
Dzieciństwo zjebane, mój syn ma mieć lepsze

[Refren]
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Jak czarne masz włosy i skóra śniada, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Jak nie masz pracy, bo nie masz szkoły, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara

Slick Shoes – Moments Lyrics

Hold on I didn’t know. We don’t need to rush this. It may feel like it’ll take forever. All we have is in this moment. When it feels like it will take forever. Might take forever
Up to now I have gone about it all wrong. I think I got it all wrong. Back to the start. I can’t hold onto your heart. How can we grow apart together?

Hold on let’s take it slow. How soon you’ll be departing. So naïve I thought we’d have forever. All we have is in these moments
Up to now I have gone about it all wrong. I think I got it all so wrong. Back to the start. I can’t hold onto your heart. How can we grow apart together?

Mistah F.a.b. – For The Soul Lyrics (feat. Mozzy & OMB Peezy)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.]
Rest in peace to the track
You already know
That's my nigga for live
Fella Fella, what's happenin'? Uh
Yeah, TT3
Thug Tears 3, uh

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
My lil' nigga gotta pull twenty, he on his fifth hearse
They ain't seen a nigga get stabbed on the fifth tear
Lil' mama only 20 years old, she on her fifth kid
Brodie said he start sellin' stones so he could switch gear
Ain't no pork on my fork nowadays
But I was raised off bologna sandwiches
And Spam, that shit was scandalous
Mama used to get so high, she started panicking
When mama died, I went through depression, on some manic shit
When you don't got no mama and dad, it's hard to manage, kid
Even Stretch told the world it's hard to manage him
Flashin' on my bitch, she swear I need anger management
Ice City, yeah, North Pole, I'm from where Santa live
It's a red apple bottom on these yellow banana kicks
All my niggas got Dracos and kaydas with the banana clips
Power life goals, plus I'm tryna flip a Phantom whip
Dope like the J-A-C-K-A, and I'm rich
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
First off, salute high to all my niggas that died
Claim you a shooter, okay shooter, why you niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out to all my brodies inside
Locked down in the prison, keep your head up high
To all my niggas sheddin' tears as they sit on they bunk
Playin' this on the tier for the killers and punks
If you blessed with a date, see you when you get home
If you got life, this is thug therapy for the soul

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Yeah, I know when the love real, I can feel it
Feel my nigga's spirit, shit got me in my feelings
Pull up to the churches just to check on Auntie Phyllis
She love the fact her nephew really went and got that million
Bokey on me, we don't post about it, we conceal it
Carry port is stolen, but I bought it, I ain't steal it
Get familiar with the killers while it's Gucci
That's when that bag double back back, bitch, I'm bougie
When that bag double back back, bitch, you bootsey
I need a pair of bardi's, we gon' thirty up the ruccis
Filipin' Barbie, pull a 'Rari out her booty
Calamari and sushi for the shooters who on duty
'member all them trips we was takin' in Auntie hoopty?
Hit the pen, turned the ski mask in, and snatched the coofy
I miss you, real nigga, the streets'll never forget you
My brother brother, PayPal number's never an issue
That's word to mine
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
First off, salute high to all my niggas that died
Claim you a shooter, okay shooter, why you niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out to all my brodies inside

Locked down in the prison, keep your head up high
To all my niggas sheddin' tears as they sit on they bunk
Playin' this on the tier for the killers and punks
If you blessed with a date, see you when you get home
If you got life, this is thug therapy for the soul

[Verse 3: OMB Peezy]
I'm starvin', ain't had a meal in a minute
Fifth time lookin' in 'frigerator, ain't nothin' in it
Still wore my clothes from yesterday, then I cocked back my semi
And hit the streets, I need to eat, so you can get robbed for a penny
I just can't get right, a couple charges that's pending
But I'd be damned if I let them crackers stop me from gettin' it
But before I go out sad, I'd rather be sittin'
At least I'll get three meals if I'm locked in a prison
I told myself I'd be done robbin' on my last lick
But I can't ask for help 'cause people be wantin' they ass kicked
Grippin' that plastic 'cause right now I'm on my dick
Even if I get a couple dollars, it's a hit
At night I pray to God every one of my niggas make it
Ridin' with that iron, 'cause my shine, they wanna take it
Really from the mud, this shit too real for me to fake it
Really from the mud, this shit too real for me to fake it, Peezy
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
First off, salute high to all my niggas that died
Claim you a shooter, okay shooter, why you niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out to all my brodies inside
Locked down in the prison, keep your head up high
To all my niggas sheddin' tears as they sit on they bunk
Playin' this on the tier for the killers and punks
If you blessed with a date, see you when you get home
If you got life, this is thug therapy for the soul

[Verse 4: Mistah F.A.B.]
Yeah, they'll never get over me
Hear the voice and you know it's me
At the function, you know we deep
She'll never say no to me
Thug Tears my diary, but I'll never be Jodeci
I make the thugs shed tears off this project poetry
These niggas sayin' that they thugs but they softer than flowetry
See I'm a player, not a thug, but the thugs adore G
This ain't Georgie Porgie, nah man, this a different tune
Daddy shootin' hot, the fire from the lighter bit the spoon
How I'm supposed to survive winter when clothes meant for June?
Mama gettin' high so she sent me to a different room
Mama on Whitney, daddy on Bobby
I wasn't 'posed to make it, my story was meant to doom
But this rose from the concrete had a different bloom
Blast off like a rocket until I hit the moon
Never take a bop to the house, we can get a room
I'm not them, I'm him we some different dudes

Du Maroc – 100 Bladi Bars Lyrics

Dù Undercov
Dù Motherf*ck
500 Kilo Rip im Turban getarnt
Im Touran geplant
Auf 2Pac und Nas
Rapper drehn am Rad, sitzen zu acht in Bars
Er geht auf Masse? [tazz]
Blendet vor der Edelbitch
Uffpassen bevor mein Basi dein Schädel bricht
Einer gegen Acht, ich hab Eier wie ein Basketball
Frankfurt by Night Achi, willkommen auf dem Maskenball
Maskhara, keiner malt hier mit Wasserfarben
Kids hantieren mit Butterfly, schneiden Sticks und machen Bares
Im Trikot von Arsenal, AirMax in krassen Farben
Mit Imad aus Niederland, Sarbis in Tiefgaragen
Die Lage ist swizz-swizz, ich hör grad ein Streifenwagen
Die Jay-Packs gebunkert von Hassan im Seitengraben
Lauf! Hassan, lauf um dein Leben
Fotoshooting Blitzlicht, Blaulicht, Sirenen
Achi stop’ jetzt bin ich dran
Pic bleib auf Distanz
Eins gegen Eins, bin ich wie Drogba – Riskant
Brutales Peace man, produzier’ am Fließband
Treff mich mit Baro bei Harkot in Wiesbaden
Dù Maroc – Mein Name, mein Land
Meine Fahne – Mein Hak
Mach mein Sarf in dein Stadt
Ana Maghrabi Mutterficker, was ich sage ist Fakt
Ohne mich gebe es die Schelle in deiner eigenen Stadt
In meinem Bezirk stechen Kids zu, direkt mit 16
Ein Schlag Nasenbruch du Pic es wird extrem
Schäm dich du Knecht
Was für Shake-Hands du Meskin
Krips sind getarnt, im Pelz von Jack Wolfskin
Minusgrad am Block, Kripos undercov, Picos ballern Stoff
Halt mein Kaboos an dein Kopf
Ich komm im Yoshi Yamamoto Dress
Narko traf aus Niederrrland
100 Mille Warenwert im Porsche Amaturenbrett
Ich guck auf mein Blackberry, bin grad’ im McDrive, bestell mir ein McFlury
Mein Jund wird nervös, und schreibt mir mach schnell Bladi
Bin nicht mehr weit weg, empfang’ hier schon Planet Radi
Yeah Ich denke mir nur Nari-Nari
Aus den Boxen kommt die Stimme von dem Nutten Lenni Kravitz
FFM Bladi-Shit, scheiss egal wer du bist
Block-Bladi-Gangsta Rap ich ficke dich du Raptourist
Übernehme die Kontrolle über Rapper wie ein Exzorzist
Esco Bitch, drück an ihre Hintermänner Flexx und Twizz
Ich stürm’ in dein Café und klatsch dich neben deinem Bodyguard
Strike ich räum auf! Als wär ich auf der Bowlingbahn
Jetset Boardingcard, Jay Service – Oli Kahn
Ich hab das Cash in der Hand wie ein Oligarch
Fathi Pass, im Dress von Adidas
Ich mach dich nass, wie das Trikot von Fabregas
Die Farbe schwarz, es fallen Schüsse aus dem Fabrikat
City of God – Frankfurt West – À la Favilas
Bonzenrapper täuschen an, mit Paranoia unterwegs
[?], wenn ich dich bekomme wird es unbequem

Steche mit dem Tournabes
Hör beim Block Bladi Bums-Effekt, wie [?] gegen Over Rain
Harragas am Bahnhof auf Steine im Legoland
Versorg mit der Scheisse von Imad und Redouane
Verpacken schon seit Jahren diese Teile im Cellophan
Gehen auf die Straße verbreiten es wie Ebola
Rapper machen Zero schnapp, wechseln ihre Labels
Die Hälfte geht an Manager und Dresses für die Basics
Aber Dù ist independent bin mein eigener Chef
Wenn ich irgendwann zu alt dafür bin, sign ich bei Ex
Trage Kleidung dieser Marke mit 3 Streifen am Set
Abgef*ckter Boxerschnitt Yeah die Seiten Gilette
Ihr fragt nach meinem Patent? Narkotic Brecher Flow
Streck’ das Speed – Ethanol, vestecks im Jeep, bretter los
Dù Motherf*cking G
Schüsse aus dem Jeep, Spuck Blei in dein Knie
Schütt Sprit auf dein T
Deine Mukke kommt nicht an, du bist auf Undercut und Röhrenjeans
Meine Mukke finanziert von Schanantasch im Börsenkrieg
CUT! Jetzt werden Ärsche aufgerissen
Vor mir muss die ganze Szene kerzengrade sitzen
Nenn sie Staffords oder Piddies solang sie in ihrem Käfig sind
Doch ich fress’ euch Hunde auf, obwohl ich kein Chinese bin
Ihr Fotzen! Runter von den Bäumen
Kaum seit ihr alleine sucht ihr Schutz bei euren Leuten
Denn ich bin Dù Maroc, mein Schnapp muss ich nicht teilen
Den Rücken, den ich habe geht vom Nacken bis zur Taille
Yeah ich bin der Mann in meinem Stadtteil
Rap auf Snares ein paar Punchlines
Rap mit Herz, Eier – Kampfgeist
Brandheiss! Mein erstes Video auf Thuglife
5 Millionen Klicks, leg die Szene kurz auf Glatteis
Mein Gangsterrapvideo auf dem MacBook vom Kommissar
Performe in die Stady mit der Magnum von Tony A
Dù à la Frankreich, Business mit Twizlar
500 Mann schreien: “FICK FICK DEN RICHTER”
Ich bin der Bladi Capitan, klär wie Eric Abidal
Mmach mit Tresi’s Kapital, bunker Haze im Laminat
Mein Flow rau wie der Wind, der durch deine Gassen zieht
Asahbi, falsches Spiel, blasen für ein Plattendeal
Baller wie Balotelli 100 Bars aus meinem Magazin
BAM BAM BAM, Deutschrap du Parasit
Asozial wie Cantona, im Lambo schwarz
Schüsse auf dein abgef*ckten Advokat
Jeder macht auf hart, rappt von Huren und Flexx
Uhren und Schecks, doch ich mache kurzen Prozess
Ich ficke dich, dein Rücken, dein DJ, und dein Chartplatz
Dein Manager, dein Backup und dein Hurensohn von Vater
Knocks mit Out, von Blocks in Bau
Dein Kopf wird taub von Ortungsstau
Gangsterrapoberhaupt

Tabitha – Hemingway Lyrics

Onder de zon en een hemelsblauwe hemel
Wachten straten op bewoners
Of voorbijgangers van ver
En ik spits mijn oren, en probeer iets te doorgronden
Waarvan ik het bestaan vermoed
Maar nog niet zeker weet

Hoor je de stad? Mijn hemelse verslaving
Voel je de adem? Tussen de schemer en de avond
Verdwaal ik elke keer
En de stem van de zee
Neemt me mee naar huis
Ik ben geen Hemingway

Debajo de la luna y un cielo estrellado

Mujeres esperan sus hombres
O las gentes que pasan

Tomando mi mojito imaginando
De donde vengo despues del viaje
Y que abrazo mi amada

Pruebas el mar?
Mi corazón escondido
Scientes el aire
Entre la madrugada y el sol
Siempre me pierdo
Y el sonido del mar
Me devuelve a casa
No soy Hemingway

De stem van de zee
Neemt me mee naar huis
Ik ben geen Hemingway

Malik Montana – Who You Mam Lyrics

[Refren x2]
W chuju mam od kogo jesteś
W chuju mam komu się opłacasz
W chuju mam twoje koneksje
W chuju mam, wyjebane jajca

[Bridge x4]
Bo jak masz problem ze mną
To ze mną go masz

[Zwrotka 1]
Toast za tych co z niczego zrobili tu coś
Wreszcie jest to, o co modliłem się co noc
Od Ziplocu do Hip-Hopu
Wybacz Panie proszę ja nie miałem wyboru
Dziecko w drodze, rachunki
Baba zrzędzi, nie ma lekko
Metraż przydałby się większy
Jebać leszczy, morda nie szklanka
Jebać ciebie, twą ekipę, lachę ciągnie twoja matka

[Refren x2]
W chuju mam od kogo jesteś
W chuju mam komu się opłacasz
W chuju mam twoje koneksje

W chuju mam, wyjebane jajca
[Bridge x4]
Bo jak masz problem ze mną
To ze mną go masz

[Zwrotka 2]
Patologia, sztywni ludzie
Kiedy wchodzę do klubu z ekipą
Sztuczne ognie, pięć butelek
Wanna na stół, Don Perignon
Z klatek jebiących szczochem na szczyt
Z bloków na salony wciąż ten sam styl
Pytasz gdzie widzę siebie za rok, dwa
Numer jeden Malik z WWA

[Refren x2]
W chuju mam od kogo jesteś
W chuju mam komu się opłacasz
W chuju mam twoje koneksje
W chuju mam, wyjebane jajca

[Bridge x4]
Bo jak masz problem ze mną
To ze mną go masz

Dogleg – Crimes Lyrics

You think you’re so smooth, slick in the way you move
You think you’re so smooth, you got no reason to improve
I don’t think so

Well if you think you’re so smooth, slick in the way you move
Well if you think you’re so smooth, you’ve got a reason to improve

But if the time we take is all for something more
You wanted everything, oh no

You’re effervescent in the faces of your crimes
“She’ll stay alive, alive”
I’m watching this drift out of your mind
She’s lying on the floor, you’re busy playing all alone
She’s crying on the phone, you’re busy picking your new ringtone

They say that it’s over, but they don’t really know for sure

They say that it’s over, time of death is five past 4:00

Cause if the time we take is all for something more
You wanted everything, oh no

You’re effervescent in the faces of your crimes
“She’ll stay alive, alive”
I’m watching this drift out of your mind
She’s dying on the floor, you’re busy playing all alone
She’s crying on the phone, you’re busy picking your new ringtone

You’re taking your time, you soul underminer
Lifeless alone through the ruined eyeliner
Trying to voice the words from her head
But inside she’s dead, cause you killed her off instead

Slick Shoes – Under It Lyrics

I should have loved you more my friend. I let you down. I said nothing
Time relentless charging forward always faster, never slower. Life proceeding ever onward so we must keep fighting harder
I was sure you would resist. So, I was a coward, I said nothing

Time relentless charging forward always faster never slower. Life proceeding ever onward so we must keep fighting harder
I should have loved you so much more. I could have love you so much more

Mistah F.a.b. – Prayed Up Lyrics (feat. Joseph Kay)

[Intro]
White Rocks

[Chorus: Joseph Kay]
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Sometimes you gotta, “Whew”, “Sigh”
Thankful to wake up in the mornin’ and see a blue sky
Memories of those that we lost after my dudes died
War goin’ on outside, you gotta choose sides
I pick the truth side, ’cause that’s the true side
Black on black crime, they killin’ over these blue eyes
Children of Abraham, God’s people doin’ the devil’s work
Cemetaries flooded with shovel work
Galvanizin’ and unitin’, they say it will never work
Seein’ my folks on obituaries and t-shirts, that hella hurt
Lookin’ on these streets, some alive, but they died
‘Cause they gave up, that’s why I close my eyes and stay prayed up

[Chorus: Joseph Kay]
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Oh yeah, I used to wish a nigga would
Now I just pray that he’ doin’ good
A wise man don’t waste words on a fool
Can’t let a fool get you hot, you gotta always stay cool
I used to say, “Pull up”, now I say juts “Be Blessed”
Too many problems goin’ on to let your problems have me stressed
And I don’t wanna hear it if it’s bad for my spirit
Cleanse that negativity out, don’t even use it my lyrics
Ain’t tryna be better than y’all, just wanna be better than the old me
I’m finally listenin’ to all the things my mama told me
Sit in the bleachers and watch the game and see how they play
Take care of your family, mind your business and stay out the way
Knew granny had my back on all them nights that I forgot to pray

I love you and I’m thankful and I’m grateful, if I forgot to say it
No matter what you doin’, though, you gotta find a better way
And like Pac said, we’re prayin’ for them better days

[Chorus: Joseph Kay]
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Folks is critical instead of creative
Too many arguments, too much debatin’
Why you mad? Just be motivated
Show ’em love even though they hate it
Still smilin’ after all that I been through
‘Cause I done watched so many eras other men do
I ain’t gon’ lie, it get hard, but I continue
But I’m just thankful I don’t look like what I been through
Trials and tribulations, unlawful situations
The devil test your patience in a world full of hatred
Babies raised to be racist, priests slappin’ their faces
Religion like the matrix, that’s why so many is atheist
That’s why when I pray it’s to the universe
Cleansin’ my karma with good deeds, hopin’ that it’s reversed
‘Cause we’ve been cursed since birth for things we did on the truf
But we was just tryin’ to survive ’cause our stomachs was hurt

[Chorus: Joseph Kay]
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

[Outro: Joseph Kay]
White Rocks
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

Hotboii – Yg’s Lyrics

[Intro: News Reporter & Hotboii]
News 6's Nadeen Yanes joins us live in Sumter County, and Nadeen this case led to crimes in other counties
Only thing that could heal me is the bag
Done fell in love with cash
Let em smirk then we gone blast
Now he murked so we can laugh
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys
Later

[Hook]
Sometimes I feel like the only thing that could heal me is the bag
Done fell in love with cash
Let em smirk then we gone blast
Now he murked so we can laugh
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys
That lil' hoe left me hurt
So I had left her in the past
Got niggas who would murk for me
Put whodie in the grass
Don’t wanna make no shirt
Then tell em chill before they crash
Call my lil' YG’s say "go" they on yo ass

[Verse]
Four Glocks
It’s just me and dawg we got two of em
Real life, this ain’t no facade we them shootas (Shootas)
Gang peice, she a choosa, switcheroosa
No I never been a snoozer, you a loser (Loser)
I fight with my Glock
But I’m at work can’t put my tool up (I can't put my tool up)

I might have to fix a nigga face if it’s screwed up (If it screwed up)
He the type be talkin’ supa see me don’t do nothin’ (See me don’t do nothin’)
Every stop chasing loot then I’m chasing mula (Mula)
Can’t never chase you do (Nah)
I’m paper racin' chasing loot (Oh yeah)
So much shit that I achieve (I did)
Try and take and make the news (?)
Playin checkers not no chess you gotta think before you move (You gotta play)
p*ssy rock a vest I’m at his neck just like some jewels (Just like some jewels)
[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like the only thing that could heal me is the bag
Done fell in love with cash
Let em smirk then we gone blast
Now he murked so we can laugh
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys
That lil' hoe left me hurt
So I had left her in the past
Got niggas who would murk for me
Put whodie in the grass
Don’t wanna make no shirt
Then tell em chill before they crash
Call my lil' YG’s say "go" they on yo’ ass

[Reject annotations lyrics have been corrected]
? YG’s say go they on yo’ ass
Chasin
?

Sesame Street – I Want A Monster To Be My Friend Lyrics

Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a

Friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new

Since99 – Guapsexual Lyrics

[Intro]
DontSleep
Ayy bruh, I lowkey been thinking about it
I ain't even really attracted to females like that anymore (Uh huh)
Lowkey I'm just kinda aroused by the cash (Yes sir)
In all honesty I think I'm a guapsexual (Okay)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a guapsexual
Stretchin' out money like yoga, it's flexible (Flexible)
You talking that shit I turn him to a vegetable (Vegetable)
Counting commas I'm in love with the decimals
You ain't talking money then I'm looking skeptical (Pew)
That bitch acting funny she ain't even textable (Bitch)
You know I got bunnies I hop at your festival (Yuh)
Aroused by the cash I'm a guapsexual (Guapsexual)

[Verse 1]
Aroused by the cash (Uh)
I need my money and I need it fast (I need it fast)
Dip and I dash (Uh)
Comin' in first place you comin' in last (Comin' in last)
I walk in yo' crib and I'm takin' yo' stash
I'm hungry I'm starvin' I been in a fast (Been in a fast)
Move in the hierarchy like a caste (Like I'm a caste)
Fiend of a guala now I got a rash (Got me a rash)
[Verse 2]
Married to money, Speaker Knockerz (Yuh)
You in your 20s, you rocking dockers (Continue)
I said on my own I am not a talker (Bitch)
But I hop on this beat and I get to talkin' (Yes)
She be rockin' the Filas, go get to walkin' (Yes)
Got this thing about me, go and get to poppin' (Okay)

Like he Tisakorean, go get to moppin' (Yes)
And a Warren Buffet, go and get the stock in
I was pourin' up Tech at the church locket (Let's go)
It's 9 in the mornin' but you haven't clocked in (Bitch)
Bitch, go get a job
Ain't no Larry Lee, you act like a snob
Kicking down the door, ain't using the knob
Shout out to GOC, stay with the mob (Yes), Italian
I was smokin' on this gas while you was poppin you a Valium
(Weirdo)
I feel like Xan
I got them drums, I ain't in a band (I'm in a band)
I might go take a flight to Japan (I'm in Japan)
We boutta slide through in a van (In a van)
Gotta go fry 'em up like a pan
Just like a 10k he ran
And we have no choice but to stan
(So yo' bitch be selling on Twitter)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a guapsexual (Flex)
Stretchin' out money like yoga it's flexible (Flex)
You talking that shit I turn him to a vegetable (Yuh)
Counting commas I'm in love with the decimals (Let's go)
You ain't talking money then I'm looking skeptical (Yes)
That bitch acting funny she ain't even textable (Continue)
You know I got bunnies I hop at your festival (Bitch)
Aroused by the cash I'm a guapsexual

[Outro]
This shit too effortless to be honest
I'm pretty f*ckin' good at this point
Yeah
Bitch