G Herbo – Revolutionary Lyrics (feat. Bump J)

[Intro: G Herbo]
Uh (Hit-Boy)
All situations, good or bad got a meaning
Don't know what it mean to you
Live and learn, man
Love more than most, uh

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Nigga stressed out
I’m in between celebratin' and feelin' left out
But I’m still countin' my blessings
Traumatized so we ridin' with Wessons
Locked and loaded up with rounds of protection
Profound with aggression, you found us on Essex
We drownin' in lessons and rounded in sessions
Tryna pound out the sound of oppression
Hearin' this and now you bound to respect it, motherf*cker
Coalition goin' bad cause you rockin' with other suckas
Now that pressure heavy, front line while you never ready
Wanna shine but they never let me
Past chasin' me and never catch me, cause the truth is scary
When them shootings varied, shit was revolutionary (On foe’nem)

[Chorus: G Herbo]
Stand like a man, do you understand?
Create a fist from your hand, do you understand?
And never quit on your plans, do you understand?
We can’t get rich off this land, do you understand?
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Made my first hunnid grand, a hunnid rubber bands
Happy I can share it with the fam
Lost friends and I shed tears in my Lamb
Had to face it like I'm doin’ glam
Made my heart numb and use my head, try to analyze what I said
I broke bread and they ain't give a damn
Had to think about myself but I ain't selfish, I'm just one man
Therefore if I’m feelin' helpless them I'm gon' blam
I'm goin' all in
Like the Panthers, I just wanna see us all win
I mean all the people like me, but not with cars and nice things
All the hustlers on the street with Nikes and white tees

Light skin and so I had to toughen up to fight these
If you elevate your mind just like me, it might ease
Suffocatin' and they blamin' it on lean and tight jeans
But if you stay awake and dream the right things, you might breathe, killa

[Chorus: G Herbo]
Stand like a man, do you understand?
Create a fist from your hand, do you understand?
And never quit on your plans, do you understand?
We can't get rich off this land, do you understand?

[Verse 3: Bump J]
Bein' rich is a mindset, yeah, I understand
We was ballin', I took an L, well, let's run again
Rather ten lion than fifty sheep, you don't understand
My circle small, you fifty deep, still you undermanned
Out here with that drum again, I'm just tryna make it home
Think my own people tryna ooh me, Lord, I pray I'm wrong
Keep callin' me bro like I'm slow, I just play along
Nigga try to snake, I'm gone, frum finna play a song for 'em
The sky's the limit? No, the sky is the floor
Head in the clouds, God quiet the noise
Headed to trial, I should've fired the lawyer
Tell a lie with my hand on the Bible
I lie in a song before I'm compromisin' my morals
I blew M's not on me, on us
But that type of shit don't show up on a stat sheet
I'm drivin', can't nobody ride up in the backseat
'Cause that backdoor open and I can't let 'em catch me that sweet
[Chorus: G Herbo]
Stand like a man, do you understand?
Create a fist from your hand, do you understand?
And never quit on your plans, do you understand?
We can't get rich off this land, do you understand?

Lil’ Mosey – Enough Lyrics

Ayy, Benjamin, he got Benjamins

Show me what you made of
I know she finna ride, why you hate us?
Thinkin’ it’s better you not famous?
Nobody speak our language
Rolls-Royce slidin’
love when I see you smilin’
Just know it’s gon’ be alright, then
Like, whose business they mindin’?
I’m like, I’m like, "What you wanna do?"
Let’s set the mood, worried ’bout who
Don’t matter who
’cause I rock wit’ you
Don’t need their love
I just feel your love
I just need your trust
Baby, when you do that, you know it’s not enough
Finna bring you back up, I can’t get enough
Yeah, I can’t get enough

When you pull up on me, I don’t think you say enough
When you think about me, do you think ’bout givin’ up?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, show you a finer life
Oh-oh-oh-oh, this can’t be our last night

When you walk in, I forget about everyone else

And the bond we have, couldn’t be with no one else
A little antisocial, feel better by ourselves
Yeah, we fight a little, but really, who could tell?
You remember when we went out to the Cancuns?
I was tryna smooth shit it out like it’s Cantu
Said, "Forgive me, baby", like "Why can’t you?"
Got emotional for a second, then you came through
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Know you love it when I sing to you
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Made it so far, I know nothing can stop us

When you pull up on me, I don’t think you say enough
When you think about me, do you think ’bout givin’ up?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, show you a finer life
Oh-oh-oh-oh, this can’t be our last night

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Alice In Chains – Looking In View Lyrics

Hear footsteps creek the floor
The shadows give away
Someone outside the door
Wont let ’em in

life damaged gears to grind
a rundown broke machine
that steals your peace of mind
before you know its gone

lay down
lay

silence burning
hold your tongue
keep us separate
so they’ll know

hiding in the darkness under
boiling to the surface don’t go far

looking in view to long on the outside
desperate plans make sense in a low life
hey
(repeat)

these things i hate in you
are so reflect it seems
distortion laced with spikes
digs you outta me

lay down
lay

hiding in the darkness under
boiling to the surface don’t go far
crawling on your skin discomfort
makes you break and run, stumble, fall

looking in view to long on the outside
desperate plans make sense in a low life
hey
(repeat)

its why you never tell me (whatevers on your mind)
its why you never tell me (whatevers on your mind)
its why you never tell me (whatevers on your mind)
its why you never tell me (whatevers on your mind)

looking in view to knock on the outside
desperate plans make sense in a low life
hey
(repeat)

its why you never tell me (whatevers on your mind)

Young M.a – Off The Yak Lyrics

Niggas told me get on that drill shit
I said, "Aight respectfully"

I’m off the Yak, got a lot on my mind
Time is money and if you don’t get it, you wastin’ my time
After I f*ck, she tryna cuff, bitch you out of line (Get out of here)
Blowin’ my phone up, callin’ me cryin’, get off my line (Get outta here)
‘Cause I am a demon, long as I’m breathin’
Don’t want your heart, you can keep it (Keep that)
Bitches will tell you they love you, they skeemin’, cappin’, don’t even mean it
But I don’t believe it, all of them treesh, that’s why I just f*ck it and leave ’em
I just stay loyal to money and music and all the guys that I be with
But back to the real, just bought me a ‘vette and still ain’t signed to a deal
Niggas be signed and broke, damn, can’t even get out of your deal (Stupid)
I’m paranoid, one hand on my gun, the other hand on the wheel (I got it)
Don’t like how he movin’, tell him to chill, my hitta ready to kill
So stop all that tough shit, black, you only act off a pill
When I hit the bros up, niggas is sober, ready to drill
No, I don’t have to, but if I have to, f*ck it I will
And all of them niggas you see me with then, you see me with still

The Kween of my City
I am a big deal (Brooklyn)
It’s Redlyfe for lyfe
But I f*ck with the rips still
Glock on my hips still
But when it come to this rap shit
I let my pen spill
They know I’ve been ill

Hop in the Vs, pockets on Gs, I’m still good in the Ps (I’m still good)
Run up a dice game, who got the bank? I’m bettin’ twenty the least
Told her to slide, her hand on my thigh, she feel the brick in my jeans (Ooouuu)
Tell her uh ah, Mama don’t try it, I got the stick in my jeans
Somebody BM hittin’ my DM, I had to leave her on seen
And she not a regular bitch, but that don’t mean nothin’ to me
But if you talkin’ ’bout money then f*ck it, ’cause that mean somethin’ to me

You gotta get to the bag f*ckin’ with me, f*ck do you mean?
Hop on the plane, out with the gang, we in Atlanta, slide
I hit up one of my hoes when I land, tell her to meet me at Hide
Foreign cars, big black trucks, we got them hammers inside
And all of my niggas on timin’, p*ssy, just know that we got it
Them niggas was tryin’ to rob me, my shooter he cocked it and popped it
Niggas don’t know my body, who you thought you was linin’?
My guys leave you unconscious, dummy, that’s not a threat, that’s a promise
You see M.A in that foreign, just know it’s some niggas behind it
And it’s some hittas beside it and it’s some hittas in front
And they poled up, clip on doughnut, big drum, ready to dump
I swear this not what you want, ten rounds, man down, f*ck it, it’s up
I ain’t even see what happened, I’m just sippin my cup
Y’all be beggin’ these hoes whenever I see ’em they ready to f*ck
You can ask Marc if I’m cappin, I told that nigga it’s magic
Bringin’ them racks in, I’m about action, ain’t no chill and relaxin’
I’ve been restless, other investments but I’m still killin’ this rap shit
Three things I hate, a liar, bills, and payin’ my taxes
No time to play, can’t cuff no chick, they all distractions
Never goin’ broke or backwards, If I did it, I did what I had to
I just got back in my bag too, just put a half a mil in my stash too

(Let’s get it) f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?
Gettin’ money respectfully
Niggas try to say, "Yo bro, we need that old M.A. back, man?
I said "Okay, like, what you mean?"
This shit is nothin’ man
I walk and I talk
Man, don’t ever play with me like this, man
Niggas told me to do a drill beat
Man, I said f*ck it I’ma do a drill beat then
You know what I mean
It’s Brooklyn
It’s Redlyfe

Lil Gnar – Missiles Lyrics (feat. Trippie Redd)

(D-Diego)
(B-B-Bankroll got it)
(Dig?)

[Lil Gnar:]
Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the ‘Vette (Skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck
I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Pressure)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (Dig)
Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Dig)
Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing (For real)
Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Uh-huh)

I’m a real rockstar, came from the trenches
Now I got bitches on bitches on bitches (Yeah, yeah)
Throw him the cutter, my young nigga hit you
He just gon’ get your ass for a lil’ fifty (Yeah)
Ballin’ out just like I’m Madden
Excuse my bad language, I think I’m the shit (Yeah, for real)
Take a PJ out to Cali to grab some biscotti, it’s smelling like piss
Doubled up (Dope), I’m pouring my stress in this double cup
Remember I ran my first hundred up (Hundred up)
My Draco got titties, a honey bun (Honey bun)
Shoot in the crowd, you ain’t takin’ my chain
Your ass finna crash out, you swerve in my lane (No kizzy)
Only do Guapanese, speaking that language (Cash)
My young niggas Brims, they twistin’ they fingers
I swerve in the Double R, keep me a banger (Yeah)
Couple snow bunnies, they stay in Topanga
Brushin’ my WAP with some toothpaste (Toothpaste)
VVS on my gums, ain’t no tooth fake (Tooth fake)
R.I.P. Nip, need a blue Wraith (R.I.P.)
These diamonds HD like a Blu-Ray (HD)
She eat out the kid like a buffet (Yeah)
I been raw as f*ck, you just too late, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the ‘Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real)
I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)

Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the f*ckin’ Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing
Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah)

[Trippie Redd:]
Your bitch blew me like a whistle (Whew)
I keep me two pistols, I feel just like Texas Ranger (Bah)
Know that I keep me some missiles (Gang)
Won’t be hard to hit you, lil’ bitch, I ain’t gotta aim (Yeah, okay)
Know that I drip in Versace, Armani my body (Yeah)
Lil’ bitch, it ain’t got a stain (Yeah, woo)
I count hundreds and fifties, I take your lil’ [?] to Johnny and buy me a new chain
Every day is a movie, I keep me some clips, lil’ nigga, I shoot ’em like Blu-Ray (Yeah)
My lil’ baby flyin’ like she up in the skies, she up like a blue jay (Yeah, yeah)
Just bought an AP and deep dished that bitch with a red face (Yeah, yeah)
Heard niggas in the streets talking, I ain’t worried ’bout what the dead say

[Lil Gnar:]
Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the ‘Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real)
I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the f*ckin’ Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing
Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah, yeah)

Slurp it up, bitch, make it messy (Hell yeah)
When I pull up, you hear the ‘Vette (Hell yeah, skrrt)
Baguettes, they fall off my neck (Hell yeah, for real)
I’m smoking that Za to the chest (Hell yeah, dig)
Ran that shit up off the muscle (I ran that shit up)
Walk with the Glock, I don’t tussle (Walk with the f*ckin’ Glock)
Niggas talk shit, it ain’t nothing
Three hundred all cash how I’m coming (Hell yeah)

Almighty – 360 Lyrics

You’re talking to me
About my life
Your telling me
You’ve got to do what’s right
Putting words in my mouth
That I can’t spit out
We’ve got a brighter no future
All lit up in doubt

[Chorus]
I’m going to turn on you
Just like you turned on me
I don’t feel like you
You don’t feel like me
I’m going to turn on you
Just like you turned on me
Is it getting to you
The way it’s getting to me

Pressure, Pressure, Pressure

Live for opinions
Maybe more than I should
It’s a need to get higher
I reached as far as I could
Your taking me nowhere
No sense of direction
I never felt bitter
I just never felt anything

[Chorus]

So feel free to do what we tell you
(You don’t want it, you don’t need it)
Pressure, Pressure, Pressure

James Supercave – Something To Lose Lyrics

[Verse]
Are you here alone?
You got eyes on the exit sign
Do you wanna go?
I can't let you leave me behind
You were first to open your mouth
But my head has been singin’ the same song
I've only known you a moment
But it feels like you knew all along

[Chorus]
All my life I was waitin' for you
Now I’ve got somethin' to lose
I never felt all my blood rushin'
You're away for a minute, I can see change
Does it scare you to move this way?
In a day, nothing feels the same

All my life I was waitin' for you
Now I've got somethin' to lose
Ever since you went by your face
I can't get you out of my system
I wanna say that I’ll do your track
Never hear without listenin’, love
All my life I was waitin' for you
Now I’ve got somethin' to lose
[Chorus]
All my life I was waitin' for you
Now I've got somethin’ to lose
All my life I was waitin' for you
Now I've got somethin' to lose

Haviah Mighty – Obeah Lyrics

I praise the most high
Give thanks

(Hook) x 2
Watch dem friend deh
Watch who you keep close ya
Your glow up they phobia
Some boi come with Obeah
They would frown before they smile
And they ain’t down, they just behind ya
They would die before they ride ya
They ain’t really on your side ya

(Verse)
See if I met ‘em in the booth
And all that they said is in the proof
I see that they energy is loose
And I see the enemy in you
But whеn it’s a friend, I see a different picturе
I think your identity is you
And when you say you always got me
I figure you’re telling me the truth – nigga
You see me coming out my doubt phase
And I accelerate without brakes
I feel you really trying to clout chase
I push my liquor down without chase
I’m already caught up nigga, word
I don’t chase, I catch
I just pree when a nigga move funny, so that
I don’t break my back
Boy relate, I can’t
I keep it real for my girls
I keep it real for my dogs, uh
Bet you don’t think I deserve
All of the things that I got, uh
You see me winning giving side eye

You say you happy for me but deep down inside
You’d probably kill me in a drive by (drive by shots)
A same kinda Obeah business x 4

(Hook) x 2
Watch dem friend deh
Watch who you keep close ya
Your glow up they phobia
Some boi come with Obeah
They would frown before they smile
And they ain’t down, they just behind ya
They would die before they ride ya
They ain’t really on your side ya

(Bridge – Mr. Mighty)
And these are the things that, when I reason with certain people, when I talk to certain people, I discover what they’re trying to do
Pretend like they’re friends. What you think they’re trying to do? They’re trying to unstabilize you
If you look to someone who is less off than you to give you advice, to make your life better, than you are making a big mistake
Once you know yourself, no man can trick you, you know?

(1/2 Hook) x 2
They would frown before they smile
And they ain’t down, they just behind ya
They would die before they ride ya
They ain’t really on your side ya

A same kinda Obeah business x 4

Gyakie – Forever Lyrics

FLIP THE MUSIC
Gyakie uh huh
Na na na na na eyy ya

My mind dey for you
My heart beats for you
Every time when I think of you
I don’t know…
I, I, I feel loved again
I don’t want to wait for days
Lemme have you in my arms again
Please?

When they all said I can’t have you
I proved them wrong I came for you
Any weather, any mood too
Omo you know I’ll still come through, uh huh
Gimme love, yeah
Forever, yeah
I dey craze for your love!

My mind dey for you
My heart beats for you
Every time when I think of you
I don’t know…
I, I, I feel loved again
I don’t want to wait for days
Lemme have you in my arms again
Please?

Good morning my love
Oh my god, it’s our wedding day ey
I’m so glad I found
Someone to hold till eternity
Odo ho ndwom aa na meeto yi
Honeymoon far away from here, huh
I dey craze for your love

Hey my darling, I dey for you
Pop the question and, yes I do!
My melody should strike a clue
That I want you and only you
Hey my darling, I dey for you
Pop the question and, yes I do!
I go fight o
I go fight o
I go fight for your love

My mind dey for you
My heart beats for you
Every time when I think of you
I don’t know…
I, I, I feel loved again
I don’t want to wait for days
Lemme have you in my arms again
Please?

Hey my darling, I dey for you
Pop the question and yes, I do!
My melody should strike a clue
That I want you and only you
Hey my darling, I dey for you
Pop the question and, yes I do!
I go fight o
I go fight o
I go fight for your love

Hey my darling, I dey for you
Pop the question and yes, I do
Hey my darling, I dey for you
I go fight o
I go fight o
I go fight for your love

Florida Georgia Line – Always Gonna Love You Lyrics

Like my mama’s home cooking after Sunday church
Like an ice cold beer after hard work
Like a hot cup of coffee on your way to town
Like an underdog last second touchdown
Like the feeling that you get when you get a bite
Like the power of a throttle when it’s open wide
When the sand runs out of that hourglass
You ain’t ever gotta wonder, you ain’t gotta ask

I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you, baby
I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you
When the sun burns out and the cows come home
From now ’til forever something you can count on is
I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you, yeah

Love them freckles that you get in the summertime
And the way you get giddy off a glass of wine
Even the way you take forever and you never on time
Ain’t a thing not to love, ain’t no wonder why, baby

I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you, baby
I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you
When the sun burns out and the cows come home
From now ’til forever something you can count on is
I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you, yeah

I’m always gonna love you, yeah, yeah
I’m always gonna love you, oh, yes I am

If you ever second guess (I, I, I, I)
Baby, just remember this and don’t you ever forget
Ever forget that, baby

I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you, baby
I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you
When the sun burns out and the cows come home
From now ’til forever something you can count on is
I, I, I, I, I, I’m always gonna love you
Always gonna love you, yeah

55 Escape – Step Back Lyrics

I cry
To feel alive I
Just wanna reach for you
And make you remember
Cause I cry
To hold hold you back I
Feel like I’m loosing you
I’m loosing my mind
[x2]

I make you step back!
Just say goodbye!
I make you step back!
Just go away!
[x2]

I CRY!

I tried to reach for you
But the fact is the matter if I loose you too
I see you every place I go
When you leave I start to loose control

I hold it back from you
Cause I know in my heart she will never to
I see you every place I go
When you leave I start to loose control

I cry
To feel alive I
Just wanna reach for you
And make you remember
Cause I cry
To hold hold you back I
Feel like I’m loosing you
I’m loosing my mind

I make you step back!
Just say goodbye!
I make you step back!
Just go away!
[x2]

I cry
To feel alive I
Just wanna reach for you
And make you remember
Cause I cry
To hold hold you back I
Feel like I’m loosing you
I’m loosing my mind

I make you step back!
Just say goodbye!
I make you step back!
Just go away!
[x2]

Kip Moore – Man’s Gotta Do Lyrics

Well, his Daddy sat him down, when he was just a kid
Said listen to me loud my son to how it is
Your Mom and me we tried, we just can’t get along
I know you’ve heard her cry but son it ain’t your fault
Well, I ain’t gonna be around so you’ll have to take the reins
Boy, I know you’re scared right now but you’re gonna do great

Sometimes the ride don’t go as you planned
No matter how hard you try, it’s outta your hands
And sometimes life shows up long before you want it to
And sometimes a boy’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do

Well, the years went flyin’ by just like his muscle car
And Katie asked him for a ride and in that backseat they took it too far
Barely seventeen, Katie’s three weeks late

So he went and got a job told his Mom graduation will have to wait

‘Cause sometimes the ride don’t go as you planned
No matter how hard you try, it’s outta your hands
And sometimes life shows up long before you want it to
And sometimes a boy’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, oh yeah

Now he still can’t buy a drink, but he bought a diamond for her hand
He’s shippin’ off in fourteen days to a foreign land

I guess sometimes the ride don’t go as you planned
No matter how hard you try, it’s outta your hands
And sometimes life shows up long before you want it to
And sometimes a boy’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do

Nas – Epmd Lyrics (feat. Hit-boy)

(Hit-Boy)

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million

Look, hood theories
Arnold Rothstein rigged the World Series
Gotti ran every union in the city
N-A-S do it B-I-G like Biggie
Leadin’ like Huey Newton did
Nigga, that’s how official the revolution is
Feds holdin’ cameras up and they zoomin’ in
Don’t be surprised when niggas show you they true intent
Ruthless, they’ll tie up your wife and kids
While you talkin’ on Clubhouse, the guns out
This ain’t a audio chat, boy, this audio crack
Social media platforms, they ratting on
Facebook, Google, Apple, Microsoft, Amazon
Some say it’s Babylon
Took the property over, since Hampton gone
Who said we couldn’t get cash this long, last this long
Platinum cards with our ratchets on
Laid back, ox blood seats with the hazards on

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million

Murcielago mob flow
’20 Chevy Tahoe’s
And I’m sittin’ low, I am not hidin’ though
Condos in different time zones
Way before y’all was double cuppin’ the styrofoam
Come on thug, had to lay it down in lamest terms, yeah
Want me to turn up a notch? Just say the word, yeah
Hit told me to chill, just lay the verse
You know my thoughts get crazy, think about shit from the ’80s
Buckin’ like Tom Brady, ballin’ like Kyrie and KD
Will had the medallion, emblem of a Mercedes
Way before Mike Amiri when all the Nike’s with Penny’s
Killin’ niggas with sneakers, had to skate through the envy
Supreme sold for a few billi’
If I sell my masters I need a trilli’
It was go get it, now it’s gimme (Run it)
And we ain’t relyin’ on no stimmies

E.P.M.D., we back in business
I visualize what it is not what it isn’t
We at the mafia table, next to the kitchen
Eatin’ Michelin Star, countin’ a million

Mob shit
Legitimate
You couldn’t even calculate this shit
Yeah
Insurmountable shit
Yeah, uh
It’s too serious

Florida Georgia Line – Life Looks Good Lyrics

Yeah, baby
That old farm truck in the pasture, it ain’t got used in years
But I got a blanket and a guitar and a cooler full of beer
And them stars up in the night sky, baby, whatcha say we count ’em?
Swear the world could end around us and we wouldn’t know it here

Life looks good (Life looks good)
Sittin’ next to you (Sittin’ next to you)
Up on the hood (Up on the hood)
Underneath the moon (Underneath the moon)
When life ain’t runnin’ (When ain’t life ain’t runnin’)
Just like it should (Just like it should)
Yeah, lookin’ at you, baby, life looks good
Lookin’ at you, baby, life looks

Good like a good time Saturday night
Good like the good Lord shining a light
On a little piece of Heaven out here in the woods
Lookin’ at you, baby, life looks good (Yeah)

That silver lining’s golder with you here on my shoulder
I got plans of growing older with your hand in mine
As long as we’re together, baby, I can see forever

Life looks good (Life looks good)
Sittin’ next to you (Sittin’ next to you)

Up on the hood (Up on the hood)
Underneath the moon (Underneath the moon)
When life ain’t runnin’ (When ain’t life ain’t runnin’)
Just like it should (Just like it should)
Yeah, lookin’ at you, baby, life looks good
Lookin’ at you, baby, life looks

Good like a good time Saturday night
Good like the good Lord shining a light
On a little piece of Heaven out here in the woods
Lookin’ at you, baby, life looks good, yeah
Woo, oh so good

Life looks good (Life looks good)
Sittin’ next to you (Sittin’ next to you)
Up on the hood (Up on the hood)
Underneath the moon (Underneath the moon)
When life ain’t runnin’ (When ain’t life ain’t runnin’)
Just like it should (Just like it should)
Yeah, lookin’ at you, baby, life looks good
Lookin’ at you, baby, life looks

Good like a good time Saturday night
Good like the good Lord shining a light
On a little piece of Heaven out here in the woods
Lookin’ at you, baby, life looks good

Central Cee – Commitment Issues Lyrics

Mokuba

I got commitment issues
But I’m tryna’ fix that for you
If I can’t afford that bag that you want
Then I would lick that for you, huh
I wanna be there for you
I knew that the day I saw you
Too many times we argued
Sorry for all the names I called you
Should’ve never called you a bitch
But I did, now you’re pissed, tryna’ cut my clothes (Don’t do that)
Shoulda deleted that text, then I wouldn’t have known that I f*cked those hoes (Alright)
Don’t act like you care how I feel
Don’t act like you care how I feel, you don’t
Don’t like how you act so spoilt, and you start move mad when I tell you no

But I wanna’ make it known (Alright)
I gotta’ take my time with love, so we gotta’ take it slow (‘Tek time)
I’m not used to this type of stuff, but I can still make you moan
Anytime that you want, I can lay that
You’re waiting on the day that I say "I love you too", but I just can’t say that
You want that bag, I’mma hit that trap
In a week I’ll make that purchase (I’ll buy that)
One touch make her leg start shake, make her legs start shake, like I make you nervous
Every time I rap ’bout hoes, I know that you hate those lyrics
I don’t believe in love, but that don’t mean I don’t take you serious

I got commitment issues
But I’m tryna’ fix that for you
If I can’t afford that bag that you want
Then I would lick that for you, huh
I wanna be there for you
I knew that the day I saw you
Too many times we argued
Sorry for all the names I called you
Should’ve never called you a bitch

But I did, now you’re pissed, tryna’ cut my clothes (Don’t do that)
Shoulda deleted that text, then I wouldn’t have known that I f*cked those hoes (Alright)
Don’t act like you care how I feel
Don’t act like you care how I feel, you don’t
Don’t like how you act so spoilt, and you start move mad when I tell you no

I got commitment issues (I do)
I know that your ex still miss you (I know)
You can’t get enough of my love ’cause I give you a f*ck that your ex can’t give you, huh
Send her location (Skrr)
I’m speeding ’cause I got no patience
Twenty bags on trainers
Think I’m famous, I got a lot of hoes though lately (Ahh)
I get a lot of dough though lately, and I get paid on the promo lately
A lot of fake love in the air, can’t go nowhere on my solo lately
Me and her just argue daily
She know that I trap, so her marge don’t rate me
When I don’t text back, I ain’t with a yat
I’m in the bando, baby

I got commitment issues
But I’m tryna’ fix that for you
If I can’t afford that bag that you want
Then I would lick that for you, huh
I wanna be there for you
I knew that the day I saw you
Too many times we argued
Sorry for all the names I called you
Should’ve never called you a bitch
But I did, now you’re pissed, tryna’ cut my clothes (Don’t do that)
Shoulda deleted that text, then you wouldn’t have known that I f*cked those hoes (Alright)
Don’t act like you care how I feel
Don’t act like you care how I feel, you don’t
Don’t like how you act so spoilt, and you start move mad when I tell you no

Eloise – Hungover Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I looked at you and I felt nothing
I used to feel something and oh now there’s nothing
I found a picture but I didn’t make a sound
I used to break down but everything is changed now
All that being said, I’m here to go to bed

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s when the thoughts start rolling
And the do I still love him’s? Come to play
Overthinking what I want
Did I leave him wanting more that day?

[Chorus]
And now my head hurts, why can’t I put this shit to bed?
And I’m hungover ’cause I drowned every thought of you in a glass of regret
Why can’t I feel things to a smaller degree?
Cause right now I’m hurting enough for both you and me, oh

[Verse 2]
You bit your lip but I showed no interest
It used to have me undressed but now I’m not so impressed
Oh, I’ve stop thinking bout our sun-kissed love being our shelter
‘Cause that was ruined when you felt her
For just one second too long I said forgive, forget
But I was yet to go to bed

[Pre-Chorus]
That’s when the thoughts start rolling
And the do I still love him’s? Come to play

Overthinking what I want
Did I leave him wanting more that day?

[Chorus]
And now my head hurts, why can’t I put this shit to bed?
And I’m hungover ’cause I drowned every thought of you in a glass of regret
Why can’t I feel things to a smaller degree?
Cause right now I’m hurting enough for both you and me, oh

[Bridge]
(You say, you say) You say its different this time cause you love her
Funny you think that I’m bothered (Think I’m bothered)
But you see I’ve got far too little time to give you any of mine
(I look at you) I look at you I don’t feel anything (Anything)
Apart from when I feel many things, ([?]) I feel everything
Do you see the dilemma that my heart brings?

[Chorus]
And now my head hurts, why can’t I put this shit to bed?
And I’m hungover ’cause I drowned every thought of you in a glass of regret
Why can’t I feel things to a smaller degree?
Cause right now I’m hurting enough for both you and me

[Outro]
Oh, to think I said I was over you

Adam Lambert – Hold On Lyrics

I’m alone, headstrong now, we on a mission
Stompin’ out all the rules of the game.
Ante up, sleeves up, now you got the vision,
bullet proof and
we’re not gonna change.

The world’s eyes lookin’ down
cuz we seem different.
We got each other and who cares who knows.
If ignorance is bliss, why they still bitchin’.
Haters eat our dust
cuz the wind’s gonna blow.

They say that we are only
hopeless and alone and they say,
we don’t know who we are.
Hold on now.
They can’t come between us, they’ll never
defeat us.
We won’t break so easily.
Hold on now.

Come out of the darkness .
I know that you can find your way somehow.
Trust you’re gonna find it.
Baby it’s alright, you’re born to fly.
Just hold on.

Misfits won’t quit, get your arms up,
no one else can bring it like us.
Rock and roll with the punches, lights out.

Hold on when the going gets tough.

They say that we are only
hopeless and alone and they say,
we don’t know who we are.
Hold on now.
They can’t come between us, they’ll never
defeat us.
We won’t break so easily.
Hold on now.

Come out of the darkness .
I know that you can find your way somehow.
Trust you’re gonna find it.
Baby it’s alright, you’re born to fly.
Just hold on
Just hold on
Just hold on
Just hold on
hold on now
hold on
hold on
hold on
Yeah

Come out of the darkness.
I know that you can find your way somehow.
Trust you’re gonna find it, I said.
Baby it’s alright, you’re born to fly.
Just hold on
Just hold on
Just hold on
Just hold on
I said just hold on
I said just hold on
Just hold on

Fyfe Dangerfield – Woah! Life Lyrics

So here we stand before the arches
Voltage in the fragments of our bones
Close your eyes, it just got started
Feel this eureka find a home
It’s a long shot letting life
And you won’t get to live it twice

Flamingos gone an awful tarry black
(Flamingos, flamingos)
And the things I thought I knew I wanted
I’ve gone out for a smoke around the back
You get one shot at this life

Throw your weight behind the tide, ooh
And I never wanna die but I will
And I never wanna die but I will

So here we are, a family
And I can feel luck surrounding me, us
So I ask the ocean, "Are we free?"
And the waves simply reply, "No guarantees"
It’s a long shot livid life
And you’re right there in the eye

Life

Jvck James – No Drama Lyrics

[Verse]
Morning won't hide the feeling
You love the rush so pass the drugs
Trade for the pain it fades out
And take the highway
Distant from your sanity
You lost out on dynasty (yeah, yeah)

[Pre]
More than a woman
You fall deep but you need more than a lover
Drown at the bar at four in the morning
Teach you to swim deep stroke in the middle (oh)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your too hard to handle you decide
No coming back from suicide (no, no)

[Chorus]
You need no more drama – aa-aa-aa – aa-aa-aa
(aa-aa-aa)
You need none
(aa-aa-aa)
When you bottle it up
Still wait on good karma -aa-aa-aa – aa-aa-aa
You ain't got none
And though your hearts still numb
[Verse 2]
Drunk when you sober

On sleepless nights call me over
Turn your nightmares to sweet dreams
Kiss and tell under the sheets
You missed out on all this good loving, good touching
Feel my intentions
Who am I to keep you waiting?

[Pre]
More than a woman
You fall deep but you need more than a lover
Drown at the bar at four in the morning
Teach you to swim deep stroke in the middle (oh)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Your too hard to handle you decide
No coming back from suicide (no, no)

[Chorus]
You need no more drama – aa-aa-aa – aa-aa-aa
(aa-aa-aa)
You need none
(aa-aa-aa)
When you bottle it up
Still wait on good karma -aa-aa-aa – aa-aa-aa
You ain't got none
And though your hearts still numb

Karol G, Anuel Aa & J. Balvin – Location Lyrics

[Letra de "LOCATION"]

[Intro: KAROL G]
Hoy es sábado (Sábado)
Indica las coordenadas, que hoy nos vamo-o-os
Prendo el Murciélago
La madre del que hoy no beba, hoy me emborracho, oh, oh

[Coro: KAROL G & Anuel AA, Ambos]
Bebé, manda el location-tion-tion
Outfit Chanel y de collection-tion-tion
Foto to' el combo y dame un mention-on-on
Hoy tengo mala intentio-o-on
Bebé, manda el location-tion-tion
Outfit Chanel y de collection-tion-tion (Yeah)
Foto to' el combo y dame un mention-on-on (Brr)
Hoy tengo mala intentio-o-on (Anuel)

[Verso 1: Anuel AA]
Ella hoy no tiene hora de llegada (No, no)
No cree en los hombres, una desconfiada (Uah)
Soltera, pero dice que ella es casada (Uah)
Pero eso cambia cuando bebe Buchanan's
Mucho krippy en la mochila, dilatada' mis pupila'
Griten: "Yo quiero tequila" (Yeah-yeah), "yo quiero tequila"
La nota está subiéndome
Cabrón, to' están mirándome (Mirándome)
To'a las babie' están texteándome
Hoy termino emborrachándome (Uah)
Y borracho no vo'a guiar
Porque si un poli me detiene
Yo le vo'a gritar: "Sin cojone' me tiene" (Brr)
[Coro: KAROL G & J Balvin, Anuel AA]
Bebé, manda el location-tion-tion
Outfit Chanel y de collection-tion-tion (De collection, yeah)
Foto to' el combo y dame un mention-on-on
Hoy tengo mala intentio-o-on

[Verso 2: J Balvin]
Leggo
No me llame', yo te llamo (Llamo, llamo)
La discoteca pa' nosotro' la cerramo' (Cerramo')
No estoy para reclamo', quiero alcohol (-cohol, -cohol)
Ey, yo te tiro un call (Call)
Tengo el bate ready y no e' el de beisból
Me gusta porque te destacas (Ah)
Y a las envidiosas opacas (Ah)
Yo con tanto oro en el cuello (Ey; chain-chain, chain)

Baby, ya parezco una huaca
Me gusta tu cuerpito de Kylie (Mamacita)
Tu carita de Barbie (Yah)
Tu novio puede frontear, pero Balvin e' Balvin, yeah

[Verso 3: KAROL G & Anuel AA, Ambos]
Baby, manda la ubi (Ubi)
Pa' darle play a la movie (Movie)
Lo mío e' flow Call of Duty (Ey)
La' nena' grande los booty, ey
Las Travi' 1, yo nunca uso tacone'
Mi flow e' de Neptuno y mi pelo de colore' (Ah, ah, ah)
Yo solo tomo champán, el Richard Mille, plain jane
La K y la G en mi chain, bebiendo me pongo insane
Con su' amiga' hoy salió a beber, eh
Tú no la joda', ella no e' tu mujer, eh (Tu mujer)
Estamo' to'a soltera' (Ah), el amor no e' bienvenido (No)
No necesito un hombre, yo misma sola me cuido
[Coro: KAROL G & Anuel AA, Ambos]
Bebé, manda el location
Outfit Chanel y de collection-tion-tion (De collection, yeah)
Foto to' el combo y dame un mention-on-on (Un mention, un mention; uah, eh)
Hoy tengo mala intentio-o-on (Uah, eh)

[Outro: Anuel AA, KAROL G & J Balvin]
Dama' y caballero' (Dama' y caballero')
Con cancione' como esta e' que se separan (Mmm)
Lo' simple' artista' de lo' lídere' (Mmm)
Leggo
Los simple' cantante' (Mmm-mmm) de la' leyenda' (De la' leyenda')
Anuel y Karol G
J Balvin, man
Unión legendaria
Ya tú sabe'
¡Brr!
Latino gang
Uy, ah
Ovy On The Drums, yeah (On The Drums, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Ovy On The Drums
Mosty
¡Brr! (Brr)
Real hasta la muerte (Jajajaja)
Real hasta la muerte
Bebecita, ¿ah?
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
O-O-Ovy On The Drums
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh

Michael Aldag – Divorce Lyrics

Your mother's on her second divorce
Do you think she realises yet she does have some flaws
I hope she does, she probably won’t though
She's far too caught up with getting her eyebrows done

She's forty-four

She reminds me of you
I see you went ahead and did all of the things I asked you not to do
It doesn’t even matter anymore
So don't text me asking how I am ‘cause I've told you before

Your mother's on hеr second divorce
And I thank my lucky stars becausе that would've been us
You would be fifty in the hot tub, talking ‘bout your botox
I'd be crying in our bedroom because we're selling the apartment

I wonder who'll take the dogs
If it were us then you could have them ‘cause I was never that fussed
I wonder if you know how many times I could’ve done what you’ve done
Kicked you while you're down then upped and left when all you needed was love

Love

Your mother’s on her second divorce
And I thank my lucky stars, yeah I thank the Gods above
You would be bitching in the restaurant, pointing out where I had gone wrong
I'd be sad mainly because I'd never see you with your clothes off
But be happy for your friends, they'd never see my face again because they hated my every move
And I hated them too
f*ck you, your mum and everyone else
How do you live with yourself
Once a cheat, always a f*cking cheat
f*ck you, your mum and all of your friends
I hung on ‘till the bitter end
And got nothing but lies and deceit
f*ck you, and everyone else

Your mother’s on her second divorce
It's not about her, it's us
I gave you everything you know
You just let me go
And now the next girl's going to be so hard to trust

f*ck you, and everyone else

Nitro – Animalz Lyrics

Ma no, ancora Nitro, nel 2021
Animalz
No, davvero, mi scuso con il mo pubblico (Animalz)
Sul serio, mi scuso ufficialmente col mio pubblico

Perché ho sfruttato la mia depressione a scopo di lucro
Almeno non faccio il santone che fa l’uomo vissuto
Poi il mio ambiente di lavoro è favoloso, lo giuro
Mi sembra un luogo di stupro spacciato per corso di judo
Il mio futuro è perduto, non bevo con Pupo
Mentre ripenso a quel bel tempo in cui non ero un venduto
Mi sbronzo e il giorno dopo mi cerco su Google
Così fuso che riempio con la Tuborg i noodles (È fusion?)
Tu fai il g ma vis-à-vis sembra che hai mangiato Vinavil
I’m the Italian killa vi’
Ti tocco e prendi fuoco sin da qui
Tengo in equilibrio il gioco sul mio din-da-ling

Fino a qui tutto bene
Questa vita è un film e io mi fumo pure il sequel
Se apro la bocca poi crolla tutto, manco fosse il 9/11
Dovevo stare a fare il rap e tu a fare i meme
Sto così in alto che se spara in aria
Un mio collega mi buca i piedi come con Megan
Sento la tua merda nueva nueva e penso: "Leva, leva"
Che pensi, me la beva? Never ever, ever

f*ck la gente perbene
Giro con le iene e i miei animalz
Il mio socio quando beve
Diventa più savage di un 21
Cinque anni fa facevo merda d’artista
Mo ce l’ho in testa come un terrapiattista
Che poi ho dentro una tristezza mai vista

È meglio che rimanga tra me e il mio analista

Che, quando voglio compiacermi
Ascolto i discorsi degli ubriaconi alla fine dei miei concerti

Bella, Nitro, non è che facciamo un selfie (No)
Sono un fan, ma solo dei dischi vecchi
A proposito, Salmo nel prossimo ce lo metti?
Perché non sei più incazzato quando rappi?

Stronzetto, se tu avessi la mia vita
Parleresti solo del cash che prendi
Gucci, Bag e Fendi, da me che pretendi?
Get rich or dei tryin’

C’è chi non ha hype, ma c’è chi non fa hype
C’è chi dice che devo sfogare o provare con muay thai
Io pensavo ad un drive by al Saturday night live
Fai come me, vendi i tuoi dilemmi ai dodicenni
Fai due soldi, puoi chiamarlo storytelling
‘Sta musica è una troia e l’annuso ai capelli
E sanno di acqua di colonia misto col piscio di R Kelly
Che capogiri con la scorta
Un Al Capone che non glocka ma ti blocca
E la tua vita non mi tocca
Ma da lontano mi sorride coi miei figli morti in bocca

f*ck la gente perbene
Giro con le iene e i miei animalz
Il mio socio quando beve
Diventa più savage di un 21
Cinque anni fa facevo merda d’artista
Mo ce l’ho in testa come un terrapiattista
Che poi ho dentro una tristezza mai vista
È meglio che rimanga tra me e il mio analista

Skrapz – Jumpout Lyrics (feat. Nines)

[Intro: Skrapz]
Even though tommorow isn't promised I include it in my plans
Guaranteed to hear a bang if I've got it in my hand
Niggas say they're badman but it's only on the 'Gram
Park up and jump out, man will do it for the—

[Verse 1: Nines]
Came out of jail back to buyin' food again
My nigga Skrapz move the same, we like Ryu and Ken
All these packs in the base, fam, I can't afford to catch me a case
Plus they love me, I'm the raps Vinnie Chase
Always keep my strap, niggas be tryna clip me
If I die my nigga — makin' sure they comin' with me
All this money that I count, got money in my account
I should move across the bridge the way they love mе in the south
My crew's too real
I'd rathеr bill a Peb-line on the strip before I sign a boohoo deal
Another day, another hustler dead
And Scarcity gonna post it online, that nigga must be feds (Snitch)
I don't like Nines, that nigga alway talkin' 'bout this trap shit
Album went number one and I weren't even match fit
Remember niggas used to phone my phone for B and white
Now I'm in the box seat, same row as Ian Wright, it's Nines

[Chorus: Skrapz]
Even though tommorow isn't promised I include it in my plans
Guaranteed to hear a bang if I've got it in my hand

Niggas say they're badman but it's only on the 'Gram
Park up and jump out, man will do it for the—
[Verse 2: Skrapz]
Nuttin ain't changed, If I've got it on me then we're good
What's understood doesn't need to be explained
I'm in the hood with fifty carrats in my chain
In a Range switchin' lanes with my brownskin ting, she's Eritrean
Been a bait face before rap
You couldn't catch me and Nina out in public unless one of us is—
Been in jail, I ain't tryna go back
But I'll still do a mazza on the mains bareface, no cap (Boom)
Niggas don't really know Skrapz
I'm a man, I just do what I wanna when I want like MoStacks
New Bond Street spendin' old racks
And it's all — money, no tax
New phone, new number, who's that?
All them other niggas got is bare chat
Anything you hear me say is all facts
If I ever sign a record contarct I'm gonna buy some more packs
I know niggas probably think I sound tapped

[Chorus: Skrapz]
Even though tommorow isn't promised I include it in my plans
Guaranteed to hear a bang if I've got it in my hand
Niggas say they're badman but it's only on the 'Gram
Park up and jump out, man will do it for the—

[Outro]
Ayy, Benjamin he got Benjamins

Lucki – Greed Lyrics (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Lucki:]
I hear you’re looking for Candyman, bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All that greed, you should kill yourself
All that greed, you should, uh, ayy

All that greed, you should kill yourself
Been geeked, boy, I’ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can’t feel my face
Big bro Card in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don’t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon’ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate

All that greed, you gon’ fit right in
Took a lil’ break, now I’m back, pop a ten
Super charged Tune, they gon’ hear it’s me
Burn this bitch down like literally

[Lil Yachty (Lucki):]
Put a bad bitch in the DDT
Fifty K earring, nothing cheap
Bitch and her friend wanna buy me Chrome
Sitting back, feeling like a P-I-M-P
Remember when niggas’d just give me hell

Rockin’ big clothes, like it’s twenty-oh-three
Pull up, 650, not G 6-3
Have a cookout, everybody get smoke
Niggas going through it, code green like a lima bean
UK bitches tooted up off of ketamine
Turn him to a pack, leave him stuffed like a figurine
Nigga think he fly? We gon’ give that boy a set of wings
Four in the two, shoot-shoot, that’s the regiment
My jeweler just made a light like he Edison
p*ssy grip tight, on the finger like a wedding band
Drop a new clip in the Glock, I slide in (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Lucki:]
All that greed, you should kill yourself
Been geeked, boy, I’ma heal myself
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate
Sex, money, drugs, I can’t feel my face
Big bro Card in the VIP
Drive so fast, we don’t need IDs
Ho so pretty and she still gon’ bake
Another high-speed and she still ain’t ate

Sevyn Streeter – Guilty Lyrics (feat. A$ap Ferg & Chris Brown)

I know we in love (love)
But not with each other, no
And we don’t mind
‘Cause you’re still mine, ooh babe
If we keep it up (up)
Then maybe these two wrongs
Might make it right
But don’t tell nobody

We ain’t looking to hurt ’em (hurt ’em)
So good that we doing ’em dirty (dirty)
I won’t say no
I can’t say no, oh, oh
His calls, I’ve been ignoring (ignoring)
We up all night until the morning
I can’t say no, oh-whoa-oh

You gon’ get me caught up, love-drunk, f*cked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty the more that we keep
Sneaking, creeping, leaving hotel rooms
Might just leave him alone

With my girl and my phone face down
Hope you don’t call when she’s around
I know that you fiending now
All we know is touch-and-go
And now she looking at me different
I be leaving and telling her that it’s business
We mix bad with good intentions
All we know is no control

We ain’t looking to hurt ’em
So good that we doing ’em dirty
I won’t say no
I can’t say no, whoa-oh
Her calls, I’ve been ignoring
We up all night until the morning
I can’t say no, ooh-whoa

You gon’ get me caught up (caught up), love-drunk (caught up), f*cked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty the more that we keep

Sneaking (oh-whoa), creeping, leaving hotel rooms (leaving hotel rooms) (yeah)
Might just (might just) leave him (what?) alone (yeah) (you gon’ get me) (yeah!)

Can’t leave you alone, fiending and seeking your moans (yeah)
We be in a zone, he leave and I creep in your home (why?)
I’ll get your jiggy up, I’ll get you releasing that chrome (yeah)
That nigga finna go crazy, just answer your phone (why?)
Hey I’ve seen you with your man on Rodeo Drive (yeah)
SMH, just thinking ’bout how I was in those thighs (why?)
You know you wish you was with me, you see me in the ride (yeah)
You also see my bitch, she sitting in passenger side (yeah!)
Let’s just speak the real, I’m putting all passion aside (woo)
You know we (come on) started off as friends, we just happened to vibe (yeah)
Now you my guilty pleasure, fill me with ladders and lies (woo)
I think I met my match ’cause you as savage as I

You gon’ get me caught up, love-drunk, f*cked up over you
But we don’t feel guilty the more that we keep
Sneaking, creeping (I might have to lose you), leaving hotel rooms
Might just (might just) leave him (leave him) alone (leave him alone)

We just say
Boy, you close to me, baby
We just say
Boy, you close to me, baby

Nitro – Mr & Mrs Smith Lyrics (feat. Casadilego)

E scoprirmi colpevole
Io che sembro Gesù, ma la buona sei tu
Sei l’aurora di un demone
Parlano, parlano e non sanno che

Ho parcheggiato il tuo ricordo in rimozione forzata
Ho colorato di rimorso la mia voce strozza’
Tu lo chiami rapporto, io canzone scontata
Se ha preso una direzione, è sempre stata sbagliata

So bene come stai, a chi la dai a bere?
Quel "male" suona troppo uguale a un "abbastanza bene"
Appesi come ragnatele ad altalene
Solo perché attratti da ciò che ci fa cadere

Le spine prima o poi bucano i petali (Petali)
Ma ormai sei la mia Dark Twisted Fantasy
Poi darmi occasione di comprendermi
Ed arrendermi a vedere nello specchio la mia nemesi

E scoprirmi colpevole
Io che sembro Gesù, ma la buona sei tu
Sei l’aurora di un demone
Parlano, parlano e non sanno che

Ci vuole di più per buttarci giù
Ci vuole di più per buttarci giù
E sembriamo Mr e Mrs Smith
Che scopano e provano a uccidersi
L’amore è questione di leadership
Col mondo che prova a dividerci
Ma ci vuole di più (OK, stop)

Non dirmi come sto
Da quando son fuggito da Fujiko e Margot
Sembra che chi mi ascolta voglia che stia male
Perché ha voglia di cantare
E vuole un altro me che è deceduto
Per fargli anche la colpa che è cresciuto
Che è distante da quel povero cocciuto

Che ha conosciuto solo che il rifiuto
Tu l’ami, io ci sputo
Che male mi faceva se s’intravedeva
Che più urlavo: "No!" più ero io il problema
Quando hai una carriera il resto si congela
E non funziona mai come Fry e Leela
Bugia che ormai è vera
E quando litighiamo non ti biasimo
Ti sembra che si veda che non ti amo e ti contamino
Ora che so che già dal primo battito volevo soffocarmi
Come chi nasce podalico

E scoprirmi colpevole
Io che sembro Gesù, ma la buona sei tu
Sei l’aurora di un demone
Parlano, parlano e non sanno che

Ci vuole di più per buttarci giù
Ci vuole di più per buttarci giù
E sembriamo Mr e Mrs Smith
Che scopano e provano a uccidersi
L’amore è questione di leadership
Col mondo che prova a dividerci
Ma ci vuole di più

E sembriamo Mr e Mrs Smith
E con i tuoi guido all’hotel Cecil
Come il canarino di The Prestige
Pensi sia magia, invece è la mia fine
Sei il ghiaccio liberato nello smog
Un passaggio all’Inferno con l’autostop
Il demonio rinchiuso nel carillon
Non balla più con noi

Ci vuole di più per buttarci giù
Ci vuole di più per buttarci giù
E sembriamo Mr e Mrs Smith
Che scopano e provano a uccidersi
L’amore è questione di leadership
Col mondo che prova a dividerci
Ma ci vuole di più

Steven Curtis Chapman – Busy Man Lyrics

Ohh here’s a story ’bout a busy man

I know a man named Billy
He’s got almost everything
Three storeys, two cars, one swimming pool
And some broken parts of an empty heart
And I’m thinkin’

Billy, Billy, Billy you’re a very busy man
But you’re running with your eyes closed
You could be missing life all along the way
And you’d never even know it, you’re a busy man

Billy, Billy you’re a busy man
Just too busy man
You’re too busy man

You’ve got a lot of nice things there Billy
But they’ve cost you more than you know
‘Cause what is it really worth can you tell me
If you’re gaining the world but you’re losing your soul
And I’m thinkin’

Hey Billy, Billy, Billy you’re a very busy man
But you’re running with your eyes closed
Looks like you traded life for the things you have
Not the thing you really wanted you’re a busy man

Billy, Billy you’re a busy man
Just too busy man

So when the day is over
And the lights go out

Do you ever stop and wonder?
Wonder what it’s all about
Wonder what it’s all about
You wonder what it’s all about

Hey Billy do you ever
Wonder what it’s all about?
You wonder what it’s all about
Is this what it’s all about
If Billy I can tell you’re wondering

Ohh you’re so busy, busy

Yeah Billy, Billy, Billy you’re a very busy man
But you’re running with your eyes closed
You’d be missing life all along the way
And you’d never even know it, you’re a busy man

Billy, Billy you’re a busy man
Just too busy, busy, busy man

Billy, Billy you’re a busy man gonna stop Billy
Ohh you’re way too busy man

You need slow down
You need to take a look around you busy, busy man

Slow down busy man take a look around you
When it’s all said and done, tell me what’s it gonna come to?
Slow down busy man take a look around you
When it’s all said and done, tell me what’s it gonna come to?

Dj Pharris – Everything New Lyrics (feat. Wiz Khalifa, Chance The Rapper & Rockie Fresh)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Chance the Rapper]
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store (DJ Pharris, C-Chicago, nigga), make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check (Chance the Rapper)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
I wear it once (Once)
I just got Zaza and runtz, I just got Zaza and runtz
My baby hungry and she don't wear Zara to brunch (No she don't)
Prada for lunch, I don't say sorry a bunch
I just get her what she wants, bеst with a bow on the front
I got this number this month, my phone go bananas, thеy call me a bunch
Vegan, my blunts (Woo)
Attachments is plastic, they 3D printed but they packin' a punch
I'm back on the hunt
Yeah, I put the crib on the map and my back and my front (My front)
I put the three on the cap and I won
I pour a four in the Capri Sun
I try and close the store just for fun
I put on Polo just once and I'm done
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store, no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check

Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check

[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
Yeah, woke up and I spent the check on the drip
I got twenty bad hoes in my section again
But my wifey at home, p*ssy better than them
I might go f*ck around, get her pregnant again
Good weed and some dough be my medicine
I have no need for etcetera
And when my head hurt I get head again
Come to this drip, I'm a veteran
Camo the Bape, but this shit from '08, I ain't new to this
Blowin' the money on stupid shit
Just spent a hundred thou' with Saint Louis
As a child, I used to look up to Saint [?]
[?] I don't know which one to pick
But I'm in the [?] getting high
Yeah, I'm rich but I still get a check from the government
f*ck with Ross, every day I been hustling
Drip for sale, you should come be a costumer
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store, no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check
Everything new, uh-uh
Down to my shoe, uh-uh
Ain't in the store no-oh, make my own clothes, oh-oh
All of my diamonds wet, when step I out, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check

[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at my fit, drip check
Look at my wrist, drip check
Look at my fist, drip check
Top of the list, drip check
Got a new whip, drip check
Got a new bitch, drip check
Look at my fit, drip check
Look at my wrist, drip check

Lil’ Durk – On Your Mind Lyrics

I got demons on my back
Only thing make me safe is the pill to take a nap
Hopin’ it’s a dream but it’s facts
He ain’t Ricky, saw no bullets to his back
A trench baby wakin’ up to the killin’ on his mind
Counted me out, I put the city on my back
The weed ain’t gettin’ stronger so he fallin’ into crack
9 to 45 on probation, it’s a trap
I made this before the Grammy’s
If I win a Grammy, I’ma take it to the trenches, to the family
Might sip some lean out and bein fancy
Knowin’ I ain’t ‘posed to be alive, sadly
Brother died, they said I know you used to death
I wanna blame the niggas, I just hold it to myself
Bad thoughts, like I’ma hold it to his neck
Shit, I’m tryna hold it to his chest
I’m just wonderin’ if I’m too grown to shed tears
My soul ain’t been the same, I been so damaged through the years
Wish distance between death, it made me closer with my kids

I fell out with some niggas, made me switch up on my cribs
And when I drop locations down the street from where I live

No tellin’ what’s on your mind (Your mind)

And why you tryna sell me lies? You know it’s over with
If you ain’t ridin’ on family time, then it’s over with
Bro act like he ain’t bogus but he know he is
I’m holdin’ back my tears to get my vocals clear
No, do you think he had your back? No, no-no, nah
Do you love him? No
Do you really call him your brotehr? Nah, nah-nah, nah

No tellin’ what’s on your mind

The graveyard that felt my pain, I put my knees in it
I parked the Lamb outside my block, I leave my keys in it
Prop O called, they tried to say I smoked some weed in it
I knew it’s cap, after I smoke I spray Creed in it

No tellin’ what’s on your mind (Your mind)

Doe Boy – Low Key Lyrics (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Doe Boy:]
Yeah (Oh, Doe Beezy)
Doe Beezy, ayy (Real nigga shit, man real nigga shit, man)
You talkin’ too much
(That boy, Cassius)

I don’t f*ck with no snitches (Yeah, yeah), she don’t either (Let’s go)
Big-ass Chanel bag hold my extension, I’m gon’ keep her, aww (Grrah, bah)
Know I got bitches, but she don’t be trippin’, but I don’t either, nah (Doe Beezy)
Drop top coupe, me and her, two-seater, ain’t tellin’ our business, she know I’ma keep it (Let’s go)
Me and lil’ shawty just vibin’, don’t want attention, we hidin’
All of these niggas be choosin’, she never mindin’, she know I’m sidin’ (Doe Beezy)
Baby, you know how I’m rockin’, you the one type I let empty my pockets, gang
Me and lil’ shawty be mobbin’, we be lowkey ’cause the haters be watchin’ (Let’s go)

She got niggas, I got bitches, pay ’em no attention, we not trippin’
Just me and you, baby, we not slippin’, don’t want drama, no, we not with it
She do it, she tell me she did it, damn, I respect she admit
And she respectin’ my pimpin’, damn, we just ‘posed to be chillin’
But we gon’ end up catchin’ feelings (Oh, really?), just me and her in the Wraith
We lookin’ up at the ceilin’ (Skrrt, vroom), come help me load up this pistol
Come help me count up this million, damn, what you did to me?
Gangsters ain’t ‘posed to have feelings
One thing in common, don’t f*ck with no snitches
Gangsters ain’t ‘posed to tell business

I don’t f*ck with no snitches (Yeah, yeah), she don’t either (Let’s go)
Big-ass Chanel bag hold my extension, I’m gon’ keep her, aww (Grrah, bah)
Know I got bitches, but she don’t be trippin’, but I don’t either, nah (Doe Beezy)
Drop top coupe, me and her, two-seater, ain’t tellin’ our business, she know I’ma keep it (Let’s go)

Me and lil’ shawty just vibin’, don’t want attention, we hidin’
All of these niggas be choosin’, she never mindin’, she know I’m sidin’ (Doe Beezy)
Baby, you know how I’m rockin’, you the one type I let empty my pockets, gang
Me and lil’ shawty be mobbin’, we be lowkey ’cause the haters be watchin’ (Let’s go)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
She always bring out my weakness (Woo)
But she take my weakness for kindness (Let’s go)
Everything she wear is high-end, me too, good material, what’s the climate? (Ah)
Save her under "Glue" ’cause we always bindin’
Put diamonds on her neck like my niggas minin’
Uh-huh (Woah), suck it up, use her brain, she don’t mind it (Woah, woah)
Ritz Carlton, no this is not the Hyatt, I’m gon’ delete it but right now it’s tonight
My girls got clips, they 30s, agin’ with time, we got choppas, cannot aim with no .9
Know I’m patient, no, I’m not in a rush (Yeah)
Yes, I know I had to wait in that line (Let’s go)
Opportunity hit different this side, but I’d rather just hit it from behind (Yeah)

[Doe Boy (Lil Uzi Vert):]
I don’t f*ck with no snitches (Yeah, yeah), she don’t either (She don’t either)
Big-ass Chanel bag hold my extension, I’m gon’ keep her, aww (I’m gon’ keep her)
Know I got bitches, but she don’t be trippin’
But I don’t either, nah (But I don’t either)
Drop top coupe, me and her, two-seater
Ain’t tellin’ our business, she know I’ma keep it (Oh, really? Yeah)
Me and lil’ shawty just vibin’, don’t want attention, we hidin’
All of these niggas be choosin’, she never mindin’, she know I’m sidin’
Baby, you know how I’m rockin’, you the one type I let empty my pockets, gang
Me and lil’ shawty be mobbin’
We be lowkey ’cause the haters be watchin’ (Oh, yeah, Doe Beezy)