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[Intro: Jeezy]
Let that shit rock for a minute, nigga
It’s 104, nigga
It’s gangster shit, nigga

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Picture me rolling, nigga, like Pac in the ’90s, ho (90’s, ho)
Knocked off that 50 pack, told ’em send me ’bout 90 more (Yeah)
Already famous, I was a star at the corner store (Yeah)
Just holler at shawty, one twenty-five for a quarter O (Haha)
Jeezy for president, make America snow again (Yeah)
Make America snow again (Snow)
Hurt us in ’05, yeah there go that blow again (Damn)
Cuzzo just touched down, I cast him out on a truck (Truck)
My cousin set up my cousin, that’s what you call bad luck (Yeah, you already know what this is)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go, Mayback Music)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Soldiers of fortunes, y’all niggas giggle with groupies (Huh)
I sold my soul for two Porsches so niggas kill me or sue me (Boss)
Smorgasbord full of bitches, nose candy delicious
Pocket silk, turtle necks (Woo), Rolls Royce repetitious
I’m chasing money relentless, massive wealth what you call it
Crime scene at your party, young nigga dearly departed
Gave a stack to my barber, bitches loving my beard
Make her get so erotic, I think she feeling sincere (Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Ayy)
Spent that in ’06 (Yeah)
We keep them thangs cocked (Yeah)
We hit and we don’t miss (Don’t miss)
Check out this bad bitch (Yeah)
We fuck but we don’t kiss (Don’t kiss)
Watch is a plain Jane (Yeah)
Cost me like 4 bricks (Yeah)
Just seen your first mill (Let’s go)
Spent that in ’06 (Let’s go)

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[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah
Anybody seen my drink?
Oh, we goin’ all night tonight (Oh‚ I got it)
I’m on that white though
All night‚ nigga
Nah‚ for real though
Talk to ’em, nigga

[Refrain: Jeezy]
I’m talkin’ breakin’ down a brick, yeah‚ to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick‚ yeah (Yeah)
That ass sittin’ right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (Yeah)
I could fuck it right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Gotta let them niggas know, boy, you got that dough, boy
Fuck what you heard, you ain’t nothin’ to hold boys
Before I seen them O’s, boy, I was a poor boy
Drop my top in the hood, yeah, I’m talkin’ dope boy
I be making hits, man, like a hitman
What you say about them dollars, they can suck a dick, man
Keep my dawg on the collar ’cause that boy a pit, man
Streets get deep, yeah, I’m talking quicksand (Yeah)
Straight up out the hood, yeah, I’m ridin’ wood, yeah
Rose gold with the pointers, yeah, I’m lookin’ good, yeah
Self-made, self-paid, yeah, it’s understood, yeah
Still be A-E-W, I wish a nigga would, yeah

[Chorus: Jeezy]
You’ bout your issue? Is you gon’ shine every night?
Phone off, grind it up and get it right
Don’t do no snitchin’, don’t do no trickin’, don’t do no lackin’
Don’t do no cappin’, it’s all night, let’s get it crackin’ (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Came up on a milli’, yeah, I’m a millionaire (Yeah)
I can see the envy, yeah, through these Cartiers (Through the Cartiers)
Neighborhood style, like catch me rockin’ cashmere (Cashmere)
Extravagant shop, I can’t buy shit from last year (No)
She can heal the pain when I hit like Advil (‘Vil)
I drop to explain and I charge for adlibs (Adlibs)
I hop on the plane, show the whole world my drip (My drip)
Talkin’ ’bout her brain when I said she give lip (Lip)
I got in my bag, this a whole lot of chips (Uh)
Speedin’ in the whip, I got way too many whips (Too many)
Fans across the world, I get paid to take a trip (Trip)
You don’t trust these suckers, if you play, you gon’ get flipped

[Chorus: Jeezy]
You’ bout your issue? Is you gon’ shine every night?
Phone off, grind it up and get it right
Don’t do no snitchin’, don’t do no trickin’, don’t do no lackin’
Don’t do no cappin’, it’s all night, let’s get it crackin’ (Yeah)

[Refrain: Jeezy]
I’m talkin’ breakin’ down a brick, yeah, to hit a lick, yeah
In love with the bitch, but she still a trick, yeah (Yeah)
That ass sittin’ right, yeah, I wanna bite, yeah (Yeah)
I could fuck it right, yeah, all night, yeah, uh

[Outro: Jeezy]
What’s up?
Yeah
104 did that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hah
All night
You gon’ get up tomorrow, do it again
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

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[Intro]
2, 3, 4

[Verse 1]
I’ve gone insane
There’s no way I’m sane
I just can’t get myself to
To trust in you
To crawl inside your mind
Would be divine
That way I know that it’s true
You feel the way I do

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve got two, got two
Devils on my shoulders
They’re holding on to me
I can’t hold on to you

[Verse 2]
I’ve gone insane
But deep in my brain, I’ll never get myself to
Believe in you
If only I could slice my skin
Try to align my fingerprints
I’d know exactly what it is you feel
I don’t even know what I’m saying
That’s not me talking

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’ve got two, got two
Devils on my shoulders
They’re holding on to me
I can’t hold on to you

[Bridge]
I don’t wanna let them through, them through
These demons in my system
They haunting me, I’m so possessive over you

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[Spoken Intro]
So the clip that you’re about to hear
Is my preparation for a writing obsession
Um I was writing with two writers
I hadn’t ever worked with before
So I wanted to come in with an idea
That was pretty much all there
Melody and lyrics

Um, and so I had this idea
Called “I Forgot That You Existed”
And I wanted it to be really simple
I thought it might be a really fun way to open the album
Like basically kind of shrugging off
A lot of things
That you’ve been through that have
Been causing a lot of struggle and pain
And just one day you wake up and
You realize you’re indifferent
To… whatever caused you that pain
And so this is a clip of me
Just trying to tinker around on the piano
Trying to figure out what I wanted to do with it
And you can hear the end result on the album
But this is where it started

[Sung]
I forgot that you existed
Thought I’d miss you but I didn’t
And it was so nice

I forgot that you existed
I forgot that you existed
Thought I’d miss you but I didn’t
And it was so nice

I forgot that you existed
Thought I’d miss you but I didn’t
And it was so nice
So peaceful and quiet

How many days did I spend thinking
‘Bout how you did me wrong, wrong, wrong?

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[Intro]
(Keep calm, Keeping it calm, Keep calm. Fuck, here we go again)

[Verse 1]
Heat lighting flash, but don’t blink. Misleading
Tranquility nurse
You’re gonna happen again
That’s what I think
Follow the evidence
Look it dead in the eye
You are darkness
Trying to lull us in, before the havoc begins, into a dubious state of serenity
Acting all surprised when you’re caught in the lie

[Bridge]
We know better
It’s not unlike you, it’s not unlike you
We know your nature

[Verse 2]
Blame it all on the bastards when you’re blowing out
Shame on you
Shame on you
No amount of wind could to begin to cover up your petulant stench and demeanor
Calm as cookies and cream, so it seems
We’re not buying your dubious state of serenity
Acting all surprised when you’re caught in the lie

[Bridge]
We know better
It’s not unlike you, it’s not unlike you
We know your nature

[Chorus]
Calm before the torrent comes
Calm before the 7empest comes to reign all over
Disputing intentions invites devastation
A 7empest must be true to its nature
A 7empest will be just that

[Verse 3]
Control, your delusion
Insane and striking at random
Victim of your certainty, and therefore your doubt’s not an option
Blameless, the 7empest must will be just that
So try as you may, feeble, your attempt to atone
Your words to erase all the damage cannot

[Outro]
A 7empest will be just that

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[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, what’s up? Uh-huh
It’s 104, nigga, yeah
Never play it safe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Noah Scharf & Jeezy]
Girl, you got a lot of issues (Yeah, what’s up?)
Like damn
Wonder why I ain’t fuckin’ with you
(Wonder why I ain’t fuckin’ with you, yeah, what’s up? What’s up?)
Oh, man
Know they couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn’t walk a mile in ’em, nigga, oh this that 104, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the plan is not to let ’em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin’, is the future worth pursuin’ or in ruin? (What’s up? What’s up?)
Swear I never play it safe, no

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Yeah, the bigger the risk, the bigger the prize (Prize)
Yeah, I love her on top while I’m grippin’ them thighs (Yeah)
Bonnie and that Clyde shit, we show up and we show out
Thug love in that backseat every time we go out (Haha)
Got her legs vibratin’, yeah, I’m ’bout to catch a felony (Ayy)
Realer than her last man’ll ever be (Young)
Real player shit, call me Young Bill Bellamy (Damn)
All about principle, a man of integrity (Ayy)
Yeah, chances make champions, against all odds
I’m an introvert, baby, (Yeah) stay away from them frauds (Yeah)

[Refrain: Jeezy]
Straight up out the sewer, yeah, the sex can get nasty (Ayy)
Best of both worlds, yeah, we ratchet and we classy

[Chorus: Noah Scharf & Jeezy]
Girl, you got a lot of issues
(Yeah, what’s up? Talk to ’em, baby)
Like damn
Wonder why I ain’t fuckin’ with you
(Wonder why I ain’t fuckin’ with you)
Oh, man
Know they couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes
(Yeah, couldn’t walk a mile in ’em, baby, you know what this is)
And the plan is not to let ’em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin’, is the future worth pursuin’ or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Rolex like a Grammy, summer in Miami (Yeah)
White Rolls Royce truck, yeah, that black car handy (Damn)
Ask me how I got here, yeah, girl, I risked it all
Self-made, self-paid, so it’s mothafuck the mall (Damn)
Yeah, I hope that you can handle me ’cause girl, you gotta challenge me
Stack of Bibles, on God, you won’t damage me (Ayy, yeah)

[Refrain: Jeezy]
Straight up out the sewer, yeah, the sex can get nasty (Nasty)
Best of both worlds, yeah, we ratchet and we classy

[Chorus: Noah Scharf & Jeezy]
Girl, you got a lot of issues
(What’s up? What’s up?)
Like damn
Wonder why I ain’t fuckin’ with you
(Wonder why, huh? Yeah)
Oh, man
Know they couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn’t walk a mile in ’em, baby, yeah)
And the plan is not to let ’em trick you off your shit, ooh
(Let ’em trick you off your shit)
We doin’, is the future worth pursuin’ or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no

[Bridge: Noah Scharf & Jeezy]
I don’t know (I don’t know)
What you want from me (What you want, though, what we doin’?)
My eyes so low
It’s so hard to see (It’s hard to see, this that 104, though)
On my ride home (My ride home)
It occurred to me
I’m on my own road (On my own, baby)
And it’s clear to see (It’s all good, though, that’s why I never play it safe)

[Chorus: Noah Scharf & Jeezy]
Girl, you got a lot of issues
(Woo, what’s up?)
Like damn
Wonder why I ain’t fuckin’ with you
Oh, man
Know they couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes
(Couldn’t walk a mile in ’em, baby)
And the plan is not to let ’em trick you off your shit, ooh
We doin’, is the future worth pursuin’ or in ruin?
Swear I never play it safe, no

[Outro: Jeezy]
What’s up? Oh this that 104
What we doin’?
One thing about it, two things for sure
Three things for certain, baby
You never play it safe, huh
The bigger the risk, the bigger the prize
Chances make champions and shit like that
You know what it is
Haha, yeah

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[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
104
Oh yeah
Yeah, what’s up?
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Dropped two-fifty on the vert
And I got it all out the dirt
Oh yeah, feds hit the spot on the first
12 lost two when it hurt (Goddamn)
Oh yeah, caught a cell charge, made bail
Then I went and bought me a scale
Oh yeah, is the nigga blind? I can’t tell
He readin’ them bricks like braille
Oh yeah, dawg touched down from the feds
Say he ’bout to dig up his bread
Oh yeah, chopper get to choppin’ ’bout the bread
Cost that boy an arm and a leg
Oh yeah, used to get the Remy out of trunks
I was really, really, really in the hood
Oh yeah used to get the bricks from Lauderdale
When I’m down there I’m really, really good

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Rolex before the record deal (Swear to God, nigga)
Traphouse did five mil’
Why these niggas don’t like me?
And yet they tryna be just like me
Oh yeah, came straight from the dope game
Still smellin’ like a whole thing
My wrist sore, I need some Rogaine
Flex dancin’ like Soul Train
How you want it, nine or the TEC?
The money counter faster than a jet
Oh yeah, bitch called twice, she got nerves, man
95 South, she got curves, man
Started off hustling on the curb, man
Hit ’em with the brrt, bought a bird, man
Oh yeah, you either get it or you got it
Just know you can’t live without it (What’s up?)

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

[Interlude: Jeezy]
What’s up?
You already know what this shit is, nigga (Oh yeah)
Either you got it or you don’t
Either you got it or you gon’ go get it, nigga
Oh yeah, what? Yeah
Why he got a gun on him?
Multi-milli’
But we still movin’ like that though
Huh, woop
104, nigga
This shit for real, nigga, hah
Ball Greezy, I see you, baby
Haha, ah
Lauderdale, what they do, get them M’s up, nigga
Huh, Snow

[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
Oh yeah, why the nigga gun on him?
Why his AK got a drum on it?
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the game?
Why the nigga sell cocaine?
Oh yeah, why you still sell crack? (Crack)
Why the nigga still in the trap (Huh?)
Oh yeah, why the nigga still in the hood?
And hang with niggas up to no good? Oh yeah

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[Intro]
Yeah
Justice League
We’re here now
We’re here
Yeah
Hundred and three plus one, yeah
Don’t make me do it
Yeah‚ ’cause you know I will‚ nigga

[Chorus]
China from China (China from China)
My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
Step on the floor (Step on the floor‚ yeah)
My door go up (My door go up, yeah)
Aventador (Woo, let’s go)

[Post-Chorus]
Go get it right (Go get it right)
Break out the ice (Break out the ice)
Go get the money (Go get the money‚ yeah)
And count it twice (And count it twice)

[Verse 1]
Don’t make me get back up on my shit, boy (Shit)
Take a whole thang, break it all down to nicks (Nicks‚ yeah)
Ziploc, nigga, that’s a bag full of tricks (Ha-haa)
And the doors go up (Up), all that’s for kicks (Yeah)
Ten on the floor, nigga, that’s money well-invested (Ayy)
Got it from my dawg, I ain’t even gotta test it (Nah)
Thank God for hustle (Hustle), that’s exactly what I’m blessed with (Blessed with)
Iron out the grind (Woo) ’til you get the shit perfected (Ayy)
True wealth is in your heart, boy (Boy), gotta hustle hard, boy (Yeah)
All the hard times got you doubtin’, then you’re gone, boy

[Chorus]
China from China (China from China)
My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
Step on the floor (Step on the floor)
My door go up (My door go up)
Aventador (Yeah, let’s go)

[Verse 2]
Don’t trust a soul, exactly what it told me (Me)
Couldn’t even trust him is what he showed me (Yeah)
When you broke the rules, dawg, you broke my heart (My heart)
Ten-room mansion sittin’ in the dark (Damn)
Ten steps ahead, I’m a visionary (Woo)
Richest place in the world is the cemetery (That’s right)
If the streets a jungle, I’m a fuckin’ lion (Lion)
Shit can be impossible, I’m fuckin’ tryin’ (Yeah)
Went from baggin’ reefer, now we sell tequila (‘Quila)
Mix the water with the soda like a margarita (Ha-haa)
Who ever knew the game of life was so for real?
So many layers in the onions you just gotta peel (Yeah)

[Chorus]
China from China (China from China)
My shit’s designer (My shit designer)
I came from nothin’ (I came from nothin’)
Thought I’d remind ya (Thought I’d remind ya)
My hustle soared (My hustle soared)
Step on the floor (Step on the floor)
My door go up (My door go up)
Aventador (Yeah, let’s go)

[Outro]
Don’t make me do it, nigga
Don’t make me
Yeah
‘Cause you know I will
Yeah
Aventador
My door go up
Aventador
Break out the ice
Go get it right
Safe in the floor
Aventador
Yeah
Go get it right
Break out the ice
Safe in the floor
Yeah
Richest place in the world is the cemetery

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[Intro: Jeezy]
104

[Chorus: CeeLo Green & Jeezy]
You’ve got mansions, homie, and diamonds too
Maybe that’s the reason that she’s digging you
You got all the riches, baby, don’t be surprised (It’s yours, nigga)
Got millions in your heart (Gold in your head, gold in your head)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Who gives a fuck if you Blood or Cuz, since I got it out the mud
And you’re really out here layin’ it down just like a rug (Woo)
Nigga manifestin’ these millions, I’m still a thug
Steady buying, selling these buildings, I’m still the plug (Haha)
Just get out, once you put in, that’s all I’m sayin’ (Yeah)
Pac-Man, ain’t no arcade, that’s how they playing (That’s how they playing)
You’re already rich than a bitch, it’s in your mind (It’s in your mind)
This shit is like a scavenger hunt, you gotta find it (Haha)
Street life, you kill what you eat, watch where you sleep (Sleep)
Your financial status can change in ’bout a week (Swear to god)
Been through it, highs and lows, squares and O’s
Even had a two door Regal, hammers and bolts
Ain’t no standing room now, ain’t no reservation (Nah)
First come, first served, nigga, what’s the hesitation? (What’s the hesitation?)
This ain’t the fab life, this the real life, nigga (Nigga)
When it’s all said and done, what’s you feel like, nigga?

[Chorus: CeeLo Green ]
You’ve got mansions, homie, and diamonds too
Maybe that’s the reason that she’s digging you
You got all the riches, baby, don’t be surprised
You got millions in your heart

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
They ain’t gon’ give you shit, my nigga, so don’t ask (Don’t even ask)
Keep waitin’ for handout, nigga, you won’t last
Still hungry, muhfucker, my stomach touching my back (Back)
My grind is my weapon, I’m gon’ kill ’em with that (Yeah)
Can’t call my life crazy ’cause that shit was insane
They done killed the lil’ nigga for nothing, that’s in vain (Swear to God, nigga)
You don’t understand my struggles, pure pain (Pure pain, nigga)
You don’t understand my hustle, it’s pure game (Hey)
Nigga, if you want it, you get it, it’s non-negotiable (Non-negotiable)
Ain’t no sense in coming to practice, it’s un-coachable
Anti-social, my nigga, stressed, perhaps (Ayy)
Yeah, zero times for the bullshit
Must’ve took most of my life, whatever’s left of it (Yeah)
All I ask is, please let me die with some integrity (Yeah)
Them fake niggas wanna call you fake (Fake)
The rap niggas scared to say you’re great

[Chorus: CeeLo Green & Jeezy]
You’ve got mansions, homie, and diamonds too (Yeah, I can see it, nigga)
Maybe that’s the reason that she’s digging you (It’s like death, I can see it, yeah, yeah)
You got all the riches, baby, don’t be surprised (Just look in the mirror, my nigga)
You got millions in your heart

[Outro: Jeezy & CeeLo Green]
So close, I know you can feel it (Millions, millions)
It’s right there, nigga, you won’t let them tell you what you can’t do or you go show ’em what you can (Millions, millions)
That’s all I’m saying, nigga (Millions, millions)
Already, rich than a bitch, it’s in your mind (Millions, millions)
Shit’s like a scavenger hunt, you just gottta find it, nigga (Millions, millions)
It’s in your eyes, I see it thought, 104

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[Verse 1]
Uh, yeah
I need a new conversation
I need a new obligation
Sick of niggas consumed by the matrix
And their white people rude allegations
I took my crew on vacation
[?], amazed them
Uh, now they gon’ do DNA shit
Most of y’all hopin’ you are from Lagos
Used to hope we were cool like Jamaicans
Barbancourt ’cause I grew up with Haitians
Mama wanna seduce my relations
Back in [?]
Who you thought juju out from Salem?
Churches told me that you are from Satan
In blue [?]
They sent my crew

[Chorus]
Yeah
Look at how I planned it, I had my hand in
Look at how I got these niggas acting up (Yeah)
Somethin’ in the land where niggas run the planet (Yeah)
And everybody that be white are packin’ up
Ridin’ through Atlanta, went and got abandoned
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
Look at how I planned it, I had my hand in
Look at how I got these niggas acting up (Yeah)
Somethin’ in the land where niggas run the planet (Yeah)
And everybody that be white are packin’ up
Ridin’ through Atlanta, went and got abandoned
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
Go hard, drop, baby, just back it up

[Verse 2]
Do it sound like a new conversation?
We still talkin’ ’bout Jewish and Asians
Talkin’ how to improve our relations
Nowaday nigga, who got the patience?
Let’s go vacate by the pool in Rwanda, right?
Ay, it’s a new propaganda
[?]

[Chorus]
Yeah
Look at how I planned it, I had my hand in
Look at how I got these niggas acting up
Somethin’ in the land where niggas run the planet
And everybody that be white are packin’ up
Ridin’ through Atlanta, went and got abandoned
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
Uh, look at how I planned it, I had my hand in
Look at how I got these niggas acting up (Yeah)
Somethin’ in the land where niggas run the planet (Yeah)
And everybody that be white are packin’ up
Ridin’ through Atlanta, went and got abandoned
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
I’ll just take the 85 to Africa (Yeah)
Go hard, drop, baby, just back it up

[Outro]
Kiss my ass, yeah, kiss my [?], [?]

Play this song

[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

[Verse 1]
I keep comin’ back to you
And I ask myself why
Hey, guess I love that nigga too much
Just don’t waste up my time
Mm, I go way out my way
Making you satisfied
But it don’t matter, boy, how hard I try
You don’t care how I be feelin’ inside
You gon’ make me tell you, “Kiss my ass goodbye”

[Chorus]
Why the hell I still love you?
Why the hell I still love you, baby?
I feel like I can’t trust you
And I feel I can’t trust you, no, no
Cheating on me, why must you?
Hey, ’cause you do me wrong and you don’t do me right (Hey)
I’ll fight you and your chick on sight (Hey)
Don’t play with me ’cause baby, I’m ’bout that life

[Verse 2]
Boy, you know I get jealous
And I don’t like to share
Hey, I love you so much
‘Til I’m losin’ myself
I done tried and I tried (Ohh)
I don’t know what to do
You walkin’ ’round, got the girls thinkin’ you cute (Hey)
I’ma do me, nigga, you can go and do you (Hey)
Better not play me ’cause you gon’ get the boot

[Chorus]
Why the hell I still love you?
Why the hell I still love you, love you, baby?
I feel like I can not trust you
And I feel I can’t trust you, can’t trust you, no
Cheating on me, why must you? It don’t matter how I
It don’t matter, baby, how hard I try (Hey)
You don’t care how I be feelin’ inside (Hey)
You gon’ realize when I find me a new guy

[Outro]
You can go ‘head, I’m gon’ be alright
Pay my own bills, I’m gon’ be alright
All by myself, I’m gon’ be alright
I don’t need you, I’m gon’ be alright
Stay where you at, I’m gon’ be alright
Don’t try to come back, I’m gon’ be alright
Be on your way, I’m gon’ be alright
Stay out my face, I’m gon’ be alright

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[Intro]
What?
I want a brand new, uh-
I want a brand new, what?
Man, I just copped me a whip
Man, I just copped me a whip
I just bought-

[Chorus]
You want a brand new whip, uh
I want a brand new bih, uh
You want a brand new bag
I want a brand new zip, uh
You want a brand new whip, uh
I want a brand new ten, uh (Ten)
I want a brand new zip (Zip)
I want a brand new bag, uh
I want a brand new bih (Bih)
I want a brand new bih, uh (Bih)
I want a brand new bitch, uh, yuh
He want a brand new whip, uh
I want a brand new bih, ooh
I want a brand new zip, uh
I want a brand new, uh, what?
I want a brand new bag, uh
I want a brand new rag (Rag)
I want a brand new tag (Tag)
I want a brand new crib (Crib)
I want a brand new bih
I want a brand new bih
I want a brand new bih

[Verse]
He want a brand new whip
Fuckin’ the bih in the back, oh
I’m fuckin’ the bih in the whip, oh
I put that ho’ on the Perc (Perc)
I put that ho’ on the zip (Zip)
And my lil partner she crip (Crip)
Pullin’ that bih in the bih (Bih)
Fuckin’ that bih with my bih
Fuckin’ that bih with my bih
All of my bitches they thick, oh
All of my bitches they rich
All of my bitches they rich
I bet she payin’ my rent
I bet that [?], oh
I bet that [?], yuh
Livin’ and shit, livin’ my dream, kickin’ this shit
Rockin’ Supreme, rockin’ LV, [?] lil’ bih, ooh
Pourin’ the lean like Yams, pourin’ the lean, pill
What’s in the lean? Pills
Carti don’t act no Wock’, uh
Tell all these niggas they [?], uh
All of your bitches, they bots, uh
All these lil’ niggas they [?], uh
All of my shit, it bops, uh
All of of this shit, hip-hop, uh
All of these niggas, they flop, uh
All of these niggas will flop, uh
I’m on the lean and the Perc
Fuckin’ yo ho in the [?]
Shorty, yo ho that lil’ boy?
I do not want no [?]
Put a lil’ bih on a Perc
Put a lil’ boy on a shirt
All of my niggas they with it
All of my niggas they stick
Shoutout [?], Piru shit
Hit a bitch, cool as shit, pull up lil’ bih
Put that lil’ bih in the work
Put that lil’ bih in some work
Put that lil’ bih in the work
Put that lil’ bih in some work
All of my bitches wear skirts
My hand, all in her skirt
My hand, all in her work
Treat that lil’ bih like a pimp
Treat that lil’ bih like a pimp
All of my niggas they pimp
All of my niggas they pimp
All of my niggas they pimp
All of my niggas they pimp
All of these niggas, they sus
All of these niggas, they sus
All of these niggas, they hoes
All of my neck is on froze
All of these niggas, ooh, what? They stealin’ my flow
Ayy, they stealin’ my glow
Can’t steal my glow
I’m stylin’ on niggas like Vogue
I stylin’ these niggas like Vogue

Play this song

[Verse 1]
I blew things out of proportion, now you’re blue
Put you in jail for something you didn’t do
I pinned your hands behind your back, oh
Thought I had reason to attack, but no

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves
Chemistry ’til it blows up, ’til there’s no us
Why’d I have to break what I love so much?
It’s on your face, and I’m to blame, I need to say

[Chorus]
Hey, it’s all me, in my head
I’m the one who burned us down
But it’s not what I meant
Sorry that I hurt you
I don’t wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you (Ooh)
I don’t wanna lose, I don’t wanna lose this with you (Ooh)
I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go
Meet me in the afterglow

[Verse 2]
It’s so excruciating to see you low
Just wanna lift you up and not let you go
This ultraviolet morning light below
Tells me this love is worth the fight, oh

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I lived like an island, punished you with silence
Went off like sirens, just crying
Why’d I have to break what I love so much?
It’s on your face, don’t walk away, I need to say

[Chorus]
Hey, it’s all me, in my head
I’m the one who burned us down
But it’s not what I meant
I’m sorry that I hurt you
I don’t wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you (Ooh)
I don’t wanna lose, I don’t wanna lose this with you (Ooh)
I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go
Meet me in the afterglow

[Bridge]
Tell me that you’re still mine
Tell me that we’ll be just fine
Even when I lose my mind
I need to say
Tell me that it’s not my fault
Tell me that I’m all you want
Even when I break your heart
I need to say

[Chorus]
Hey, it’s all me, in my head
I’m the one who burned us down
But it’s not what I meant
Sorry that I hurt you
I don’t wanna do, I don’t wanna do this to you (Ooh)
I don’t wanna lose, I don’t wanna lose this with you (Ooh)
I need to say, hey, it’s all me, just don’t go
Meet me in the afterglow

Play this song

[Verse 1]
We were crazy to think
Crazy to think that this could work
Remember how I said I’d die for you?
We were stupid to jump
In the ocean separating us
Remember how I’d fly to you?

[Pre-Chorus]
And I can’t talk to you when you’re like this
Staring out the window like I’m not your favorite town
I’m New York City
I still do it for you, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith

[Chorus]
But we might just get away with it
Religion’s in your lips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love

[Verse 2]
I know heaven’s a thing
I go there when you touch me, honey
Hell is when I fight with you
But we can patch it up good
Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness
Got the wine for you

[Pre-Chorus]
And you can’t talk to me when I’m like this
Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you
You’re the West Village
You still do it for me, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you’re led by blind faith, blind faith

[Chorus]
But we might just get away with it
Religion’s in your lips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it’s a false god
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love
We’d still worship this love, ah

[Outro]
Still worship this love
Even if it’s a false god
Even if it’s a false god
Still worship this love

Play this song

I think he knows
His footprints on the sidewalk
Lead to where I can’t stop
Go there every night
I think he knows
His hands around a cold glass
Make me wanna know that
Body like it’s mine

He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I’m drawing up the plans
It’s like I’m 17, nobody understands
No one understands

He got my heartbeat
Skipping down 16th Avenue
Got that, oh, I mean
Wanna see what’s under that attitude like
I want you, bless my soul
And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows
I think he knows

I think he knows
When we get all alone
I’ll make myself at home
And he’ll want me to stay
I think he knows
He better lock it down
Or I won’t stick around
‘Cause good ones never wait (Ha)

He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I’m drawing up the plans
He’s so obsessed with me and, boy, I understand
Boy, I understand

He got my heartbeat (Heartbeat)
Skipping down 16th Avenue
Got that, oh, I mean (I mean)
Wanna see what’s under that attitude like
I want you, bless my soul
And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows
I think he knows

I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I’ll drive
Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I’ll drive
“So where we gonna go?”
I whisper in the dark
“Where we gonna go?”
I think he knows

He got my heartbeat (Heartbeat)
Skipping down 16th Avenue (Baby)
Got that, oh, I mean (I mean)
Wanna see what’s under that attitude like (Yeah)
I want you, bless my soul
And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows
I think he knows

I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul
I want you, bless my (Oh, baby)
I want you, bless my soul (He got my heartbeat)
I want you, bless my (Skipping down 16th Avenue, baby)
I want you, bless my soul
I want you, bless my soul
And I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows

Play this song

When I found old diaries from my childhood and my teens, they were covered in dust. I’m not just saying that for poetic effect, they were truly dusty with pictures drawn of first day of school outfits and inspirational quotes I used to retrace over and over to get me through doubtful moments. I’d practice my autograph and tape my guitar picks to the pages. In the entries, I daydreamed on paper and mused about who might ask who to the dance or how nervous I was saying the national anthem at the local baseball game. I frequently and drastically changed my opinions on love, friends, confidence and trust. I vented, described memories in detail, jotted down new song ideas and questioned why I would ever try to shoot for a career I had such a small chance of ever attaining.

But what shocked me the most was how often I wrote down the things I loved. Writing a new song, riding in the car with my mom, the purple-pink skies of the soccer field on the walk home, the one night in middle school when none of my friends were fighting, the dazzle of opal necklaces I couldn’t afford gleaming from a department store jewelry case. I wrote about tiny details in my life in these diaries from a bygone age with such… wonderment. Intrigue. Romance. I noticed things and decided they were romantic, and so they were.

In life, we grow up and we encounter the nuanced complexities of trying to figure out who to be, how to act, or how to be happy. Like invisible smoke in the room, we wonder what kind of anxiety pushes you forward and what kind ruins your ability to find joy in your life. We constantly question our choices, our surroundings, and we beat ourselves up for our mistakes. All the while, we crave romance. We long for those rare, enchanting moments when things just fall into place. Above all else, we really, really want our lives to be filled with love.

I’ve decided that in this life, I want to be defined by the things I love- not the things I hate, the things I’m afraid of, or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night. Those things may be struggles, but they’re not my identity. I wish the same for you. May your struggles become inaudible background noise behind the loud, clergies voices of those who love and appreciate you. Turn those voices up in the mix in your head. May you take notice of the things in your life that are nice and make you feel safe and maybe even find wonderment in them. May you write down your feelings and reflect on the years later, only to learn all the trials and the tribulations you thought might kill you… didn’t. I hope that someday you forget the pain ever existed. I hope that if there is a lover in your life, it’s someone who deserves you. If that’s the case, I hope you treat them with care.

This album is a love letter to love itself- all the captivating, spellbinding, maddening devastating red, blue, gray, golden aspects of it (that’s why there are so many songs)
In honor of fever dreams, bad boys, confessions of love on a drunken night out, Christmas lights still hanging in January, guitar string scars on my hands, false gods and blind faith, memories of dumping into an icy outdoor pool, creaks in floorboards and ultraviolet morning light, finally finding a friend, and opening the curtains to see the clearest, brightest daylight after the darkest night.

We are what we love.
This is Lover.

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[Verse 1: Taylor Swift]
The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair
In doctor’s office lighting, I didn’t tell you I was scared
That was the first time we were there
Holy orange bottles, each night, I pray to you
Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too
And I say to you…

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to

[Verse 2: Taylor Swift]
I know delusion when I see it in the mirror
You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal
I just pretend it isn’t real
I’ll paint the kitchen neon, I’ll brighten up the sky
I know I’ll never get it, there’s not a day that I won’t try
And I say to you…

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to

[Bridge: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
And I hate to make this all about me
But who am I supposed to talk to?
What am I supposed to do
If there’s no you?

[Pre-Chorus: Taylor Swift]
This won’t go back to normal, if it ever was
It’s been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because
‘Cause I have to

[Chorus: Taylor Swift & Dixie Chicks]
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
Soon, you’ll get better
Ooh-ah
You’ll get better soon
‘Cause you have to

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[Intro: Yo Gotti]
Photo shoot, yeah
Flash, flash, flash, flash

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet
Shit ain’t verified, like my check
Hold up, pose (Yeah)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose, pose, pose, it’s a photo shoot (Yeah, I am I am, I am I am)

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Dope boy, I’m on Polaroid
Photo’s make me paranoid
Bitch open up her camera phone (Hold on hold on)
This that shit I be tryna avoid (Yeah)
Bitch, I ain’t tryna make no blog with you (Blog with you)
Hoe, I ain’t walkin’ to the mall with you (Aye not me)
Took her out on the radio
I should take a picture, you got the log with you
Sendin’ me pictures and they X rated (X rated)
Word on the street that my ex hate it (Ex hate it)
You doin’ lame shit and I’m irritated (Fuck nigga)
I don’t do no fuck shit, I’m a haters baby (Yum)
She wanna eat the dick on camera (Camera)
Pussy bald head, like Amber (Rose)
[?]this a camel toe, photo shoot

[Interlude: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, yeah, woah

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Lil Uzi Vert]
You are looking at a legend in the flesh
Fresher body [?] to the check (Yuh)
Blew a quarter key on the set
Hold up, pose
VV’s and the chain is lookin’ wet (What)
Deposit, I ain’t hit account yet (Yuh)
Shit ain’t verified, like my check (Let’s go)
Hold up, pose
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, Lil Uzi

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Fucked that bitch try fee on it
Uh-uh, best put the free on it (Yeah)
If it’s ’bout money, then we on it (Whoa)
Water on my neck, you could ski on it (Oh)
You can’t unthaw these diamonds, put the heat on it (What)
I was layin’ on my bed while she dreamed on it (Yeah)
Man, I touched that thing back, put my knee on it (Yeah)
Man, my shoes was too fresh with my feet on it (Whoa!)
Went to the jeweler, top of the morning
24 hours, then I was sorted (Let’s go)
You was not locked up, you was in holding
I know some niggas got life and they posin’
All in they picture, she know I’m richer
Yeah that her nigga, look at my wrist-er
Heard you flew sicker, I do not miss her
She not enough, I need her friend
I feel like Trisha, totaled my car
I cannot fix her, she pose for the pic (Skrt)
Make the bitch lick it, I got a lamb
I got a fist, she ride of my dick like it’s a RipStik
Smack on her bottom like that shit a mystic (Yeah)
I’m 30 M’s in, still in the trenches
I went to the dentist cause I’m a menace
Fucked the old cougar just for her pension

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, photo shoot, pose (Whoa)
Pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, pose, hold up, pose (Yeah)

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[Intro: Lorenzo & Tommy Cash]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la
La lala, la la, lala lala la
Woooh, lala la, la lala la
Lorenzo, Tommy Cash, Tommy Cash and Lorenzo
La lala, la la, lala lala la
Vladimir Cauchemar, Tommy Cash and Lorenzo (hey)

[Couplet 1: Tommy Cash]
How many times, a big dog, dog
Don’t push my buttons, no remotes
Sipping from fountain of youth
Still sixteen, never adult
Biggest chain [?]
Skinny, sticky [?]
Fuckin’ bitches is my sport
Young abort, really short

[Couplet 2: Lorenzo]
Y’a l’instru qui tabasse, des pussy en tapas
Les gens qui s’évanouissent la sécu les ramasse
J’agite les maracas
Des litres de boissons vomis dans les buissons, fais de la place
Des liasses comme dans Dallas
Cocasse, est l’ambition
Stop le blabla, les questions
La drogue, les sports de glisse
L’alcool et l’amour du risque

[Refrain: Tommy Cash]
Handjob in Nagasaki-ki (Nagasaki)
A pinkie, can you copy-py (copy)
No weed, bad for your body-dy (body)
Real work, not a hobby-by
Don’t dare give me a sloppy (sloppy)
Tonight, I make you cocky (cocky)
Yeah, you call me Papi (Papi)
I’m feeling lucky

[Pré-refrain: Tommy Cash & Lorenzo]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hey)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (hou)
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hou)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (wooh)

[Pont: Lorenzo]
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes

[Couplet 3: Lorenzo]
Elle sort les tétons il était temps
J’pense à l’avenir en les tétant
J’ai pas ton temps, j’suis dans ton écran
Encore un cacheton et j’me détends
J’prends du bon temps, j’lache la détente
Si t’en dis trop on te descend
C’est indécent, une flaque de sang
Attention le sol est glissant
J’fais des pogos dans des fest-noz
[Poitrine coco on vide la cause]
Les vrais branleurs ont de l’arthrose
Si t’as un gun et bah pose le par terre (par terre)
Y’a after dans le cimetière (cimetière)
Dans la rue j’suis prestataire (-tataire)
[Mais à l’époque] mes compères

[Pont: Tommy Cash]
Handjob in Nagasaki-ki (Nagasaki)
A pinkie and you copy-py (copy)
No weed, bad for your body-dy (body)
Real work, not a hobby-by
Don’t dare give me a sloppy (sloppy)
Tonight, I make you cocky (cocky)
Yeah, you call me Papi (Papi)
I’m feeling lucky

[Pré-refrain: Tommy Cash & Lorenzo]
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hey)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (hou)
Woooh, lala la, la lala la (hou)
La lala, la la (hey), lala lala la (wooh)

[Refrain: Lorenzo & Tommy Cash]
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Ca-ça va impec (-pec)
Saperlipopette
La guedro en croquettes
Wou

Play this song

[Intro]
This is a Missy Elliot exclusive

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Missy in this bitch doin’ shit you ain’t never seen
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it (Stop)

[Verse 1]
Back in this bitch, Missy hoppin’ out the sunroof
I got ’bout hundred coupes, shooters with me, hundred troops
Got a hundred bands, goin’ H.A.M., we don’t give a damn
It go up and down, ’round and ’round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan
‘Round like a ceiling fan

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off

[Verse 2]
Break a sweat, make ’em lose control, ain’t no AC
Goin’ hard, tempo forty-four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z
Four, feel like Jay-Z (Stop)

[Refrain]
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off (Stop)

[Verse 3]
Play this again, I’m finna win
Finna go off, finna go in
Me and my friends, yeah, we on ten
And the song never ends, no, the song never ends
Body shaped like a fisheye lens
I’ll make it drop, yeah, I’ll make it bend
Cool off ’til I feel the wind
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Way too high to get over me
Way too low to get under my skin
All the DJ’s gon’ hit that spin
I’ma play this again and again and again (Stop)

[Interlude]
Cool off
Woo
Cool off, woo (Stop)
Woo

[Refrain]
Cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Cool off, cool off, cool off
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it

Play this song

[Intro]
People, confusion going on
Why don’t we just learn how to live with one another?
It’s not really impossible, why do we have to make it so hard?
With so much pollution and erasion, why? Why?
If we can learn how to live with one another, then we can learn who is going to take the weight?
Wait, I think that you’ll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it
Wait, wait, I think that you’ll find it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I go for the record, I don’t just go for the medals, bro
Niggas used to know that we stronger than the devil, bro
Since I buried Papa in the village with the shovel, bro
Every move is bold, ain’t no time for bein’ subtle, bro
In the face of evil, I can find the needle, haystack
Could have freed my people if this weed was legal way back
Popo spun the wheel on misfortune, but I ain’t play that
They come round and pat-pat-pat us down but I ain’t say jack
I escaped the trap, I escaped the cubicles, bro
I escaped the drive by’s, drop the funerals, bro
And I beat the case, and I beat the chase, woah woah
Can I keep the pace? Can I keep the pace ? I’on know
I escaped them tryna bleach a nigga’s brain
Coulda went to Wall Street, instead I built up my own lane
Rather have a street in my own name
Or money with my face on it like I’m Prince Arcane

[Refrain]
You not gon’ see me frowning in these days and times, you see, the days of the Oyinbo man are numbered like football Jerseys
We all know that all of our suffering and smiling has been worth the wait!

[Verse 2]
My nigga, who knew?
Who knew that that boy from Enugu with the booboo on his knee (Knee)
Back then was actin’ like a poodle on a leash (Leash)
One day he’d have to learn the juju on the streets (Streets)
Starin’ at death, like, is your shooters gonna squeeze? (Squeeze)
Freeze, please
As a little boy slanging chains back in Chinatown
Thinkin’ to myself, I’ma build a block at [?] town wit’ my, wit’ my, wealth
And I pray that I’m the brightest sound that you ever felt
I’ma take a million flights around, ’til that shit is felt
That’s that lead the way, ayy
That’s no piece of cake, ayy
That’s that troll online that live inside the tree all day, ayy
That’s that he so gay, ayy
That’s that she so fake, ayy
That’s that insecure, ayy
That’s that Issa Rae, ayy
Hey
You do you, me do me
So long as you don’t fuss wit’ we (We, baby)

[Outro]
I believe it’s time for an African peoples powered highway. A highway that will connect the Diaspora and Motherland. A global highway for African people all over the world to rediscover themselves. To remember that the only thing that unites black people, globally, the only thing we all have in common is that we are from Africa

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[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa
Deep down, I know that she want me
So girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me

[Verse 1]
The tings from the motherland
She bad and I’ma tell you all about it
Before I pound it, the pum-pum
She tried to make me have it
She a bad B, but she good feed
Any time I give her a bone, she in a good mood
Any time I marry her phone, I tell her leave that alone
Let’s do this ting on the sly, I’ll be your ting on the side
She put her foot down, that’s why I feel her
The way she actin’ petty, I don’t let her take the Beemer
I been sippin’ Maggie, I been starin’ at your batty
Lookin’ thick in that trackie, so it’s choppin’, I’ll soon see ya

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, now you’re givin’ me signs, feelin’ the vibe
The waistline’s dead in my line, there’s no denyin’
Are you really tryna waste my time?
B, I’m just tryna make you mine

[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa
Deep down, I know that she want me
So girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me

[Verse 2]
Yo, it started out one night (Uh)
Next thing, I’m your driver
Any time you text, you try tell me it’s a minor
You said you weren’t like them gyal
Look, I didn’t see a future, now I’m buyin’ you designer
Look, I know we young and wreckless
Boo boo, if I were you, I wouldn’t test us, ayy
Even though I expected you to do me dirty
I still want you for my breakfast
You only fuck around with ballers ‘cah you no play fair
You stress a young boy out, make ’em grow grey hair
Man, you got me under pressure, you love a big spender
But now that times are hard, you want me out like Wenger, ah

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, now you’re givin’ me signs, look in my eyes
The waistline’s got me for life, I’ll do the time
Just say you’re a ride or die
So you can never take what’s mine, ah

[Chorus]
She tried take man for banter (Whoa)
Louis V, Gucci this like I’m Santa (Yeah, yeah)
Deep down, I know that she want me (She wants me)
So girl, stop with the frontin’, yeah
Baddest in the black dress named Bianca
Oh, now you got me runnin’ down, panther
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Now come and put it pon me

[Outro]
Yeah, she a gangster, gangster
Ooh, hella banter, banter (Ayy)
I’m a G, I’m a G
But I’m cappin’ for the panther, panter
Gangster, gangster
Ayy, she got banter, banter
Look, I’m a G, I’m a G
But I’m cappin’ for the panther, panter

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[Verse 1]
Spend an hour, two
Me and you are runnin’ circles ’round our pride
You said the same thing twice
And I’m not countin’ but I
Wish I could see an end in sight, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe we should take some time
‘Cause nothing’s coming out right
I don’t wanna see this side to us, yeah
‘Cause that’s the fussin’, all the fightin’
And the borderline cryin’
Gettin’ us closer to the finish line, oh

[Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument
Why don’t we sleep on it?
Sleep on it
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite
I wanna sleep on it
Sleep on it
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it?
Why don’t we—?
Can we sleep on it?

[Verse 2]
It would be a shame to waste, perfect night like this
Saying things that we don’t mean, yeah
I know it’s hurting you
Shit, it hurts me too
We’re too stubborn to admit it, so I

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe we should take some time
And analyze our words before we speak
‘Cause I don’t think, all the fussin’ or the fightin’
All the borderline cryin’
Is gonna give us what we really need, oh

[Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument
Why don’t we sleep on it? (Sleep on it)
Sleep on it (Sleep on it)
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite (She’s the opposite)
I wanna sleep on it (Sleep on it)
Sleep on it (Sleep on it)
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight, oh
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it?
Why don’t we—?
Can we sleep on it?

[Bridge]
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it?
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it?
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it?
I need to sleep on it
I need to sleep on it
Girl, if you cool with it
Why don’t we sleep on it?

[Chorus]
Girl, I know you’re tired of this argument (Oh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Why don’t we sleep on it?
Sleep on it (Sleep on it, babe)
Complicated, but your body’s just the opposite (She’s the opposite)
I wanna sleep on it (Oh-whoa)
Sleep on it (Oh, huh)
I don’t wanna fight
We ain’t gettin’ anywhere, anywhere tonight, oh
You know neither one of us is innocent
So why don’t we sleep on it?
Why don’t we—?
Can we sleep on it?

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[Verse 1]
Met her smoking a cigarette
In  a toilet cubicle
Ripped  dress, tattooed chest
She’s beautiful
Say the time and place to start a future
And  darling I don’t care
Broken  hearts can find a love
To make them whole anywhere

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh  darling, here we go again
We are only man or woman
And we all make mistakes
Don’t you know we’re only human
It’s  what our hardships say
And when I heard those words and knew them
I could feel your pain
Cause I have felt disabled

[Chorus]
She said we are penguins on the ice
We’re not meant to fly
But god knows we can try
Oh, I see a hope that’s in her eyes
Can you see the love in mine?

[Verse 2]
She told about her mum and dad
And they sound just like mine
Day by day, exchanging names
We’re two souls intertwined
We have both got it wrong
From time to time and let that go
With each other, hand in hand
As we mend broken souls

[Pre-Chorus]
Darling, here we go again
We are only blood and bones
That cover beating hearts
Scarred by sticks and stones
But we know who we are
I could put you back together
When you come apart
We should make a start now

[Chorus]
She said we are penguins on the ice
We’re not meant to fly
But god knows we can try
Oh, I see a hope that’s in your eyes
Can you feel the love in mine?

[Bridge]
And it feels like we felt serenity
And some things are not what they seem
My love, right now it’s only you and me

[Outro]
She said we are penguins on the ice
We’re not meant to fly
But god knows we can try
Oh, I see a hope that’s in your eyes
Can you feel the love in mine?
Can you feel the love in mine?

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[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
Oh, oh

[Chorus]
Why you worry ‘bout a nigga
Better worry ‘bout yourself, uh
I just planned a heist out, I’m feelin’ like I’m Lester
I’m in the back of the back of the Sprinter
I got two hoes they chest down
Are you real? are you fake?
Bitch, I need a diamond tester
You fuck with my guide, that shit is a sign
I feel like a clock, I ain’t wasting no time
Focus on this rappin’ shit, bitch, I gotta rhyme
I’m gon’ head to the top, yeah, nigga gotta climb
Fuck up the scene and I’m payin’ a fine
Walk to the bank, wine ‘n’ dine
She know I gotta do better
Yeah, took me a while just to get up

[Verse]
Got LV on the sweater
Got a big stuck in the Beretta
She suckin’ and fuckin’, I don’t gotta tell her
She gave me the funds like she is a teller
Oh, no no
Keep everything that we do on the low
Then that shit gon’ be fun if everybody knows
Know my day one fans wait til’ a nigga blow
And they hater niggas mad, cause they see a nigga go
You a lil’ nigga, better tell ’em get me some chips from the store
Always been myself, always cool, always had the afro
Stay with that Gat, pack it
I got the sauce, sauce it on the fabric
She want a [?], [?] when she catch it
Bitch I’m a boss, bossin’ on the practice
Dumb nigga, he hackin’, patch it
I’m gettin’ that money, stack it
Always stay fresh, so I had to Tic-Tac it
Like AI, I don’t need practice (yeah)
Boy, you a gangsta, you gotta show me
Got that yellow, got that purple, pourin’ two 4’s like Kobe
Please don’t talk about me nigga, if you don’t me
Stop askin’ what I got planned, you niggas so nosy

[Chorus]
Why you worry ‘bout a nigga
Better worry ‘bout yourself, uh
I just planned a heist out, I’m feelin’ like I’m Lester
I’m in the back of the back of the Sprinter
I got two hoes they chest down
Are you real? are you fake?
Bitch, I need a diamond tester
You fuck with my guide, that shit is a sign
I feel like a clock, I ain’t wasting no time
Focus on this rappin’ shit, bitch, I gotta rhyme
I’m gon’ head to the top, yeah, nigga gotta climb
Fuck up the scene and I’m payin’ a fine
Walk to the bank, wine ‘n’ dine
She know I gotta do better
Yeah, took me a while just to get up

[Outro]
On the sweater, ah-yeah
LV on the sweater, ah-yeah
LV on the sweater, ah-yeah
LV on the sweater, ah-yeah

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[Intro: Playboi Carti & Gunna]
Turn it up, Kesha
Oogie Mane, he killed it
Yeah, yeah
Check, you know who I’m fuckin’ wit’
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Go, go, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
These niggas so cap [?] G, uh
Got a lil’ bih in my seat, yeah, she holdin’ the piece (Holdin’ it), ooh
Got a lil’ bih in my team, yeah, she holdin’ the heat (What, woah, what)
Put a lil’ bih on a jet (Yeah, what, yeah)

[Refrain: Playboi Carti]
Quarter million in a week (Phew)
All of these hoes are wet (What)
Told a lil’ bih, “Come see” (Yeah)
All of my drip (What)
All of my niggas are gunners (What)
All of my niggas are gunners (What)
Niggas, they runnin’ (What)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Countin’ the money (What, what)
Monday through Sunday (What, what)
Countin’ the money (What, what)
Monday through Sunday (What, what, uh)
Chasin’ those hunnits
Chasin’ that money (Yea)
Monday through Sunday (Uh, uh)
A nigga be on it (What, what)
A nigga be on it (Phew)
A nigga be on it (Phew)
We countin’ this money (What, yea)
Monday through Sunday (Uh)
My diamonds they lookin’ too sunny (What, what)
I be your dad (What)
These niggas, they lookin’ like sonny (Yea, yea)

[Verse 2: Gunna & Playboi Carti]
Walk through that money
Diamonds Dasani
Countin’ some bunnies
Clear though the colors (Yeah)
Hop out the foreign (What?)
Ain’t got a budget (What?)
And Gunna a dog (Check it out)
You lil’ niggas puppies
The Rollie is flooded (Yeah, yeah)
Got [?] hunnit (Huh)
All of my cups, they be muddy (Yeah)
The shit that you doin’, we done done it (Check it out)
Put VVS inside of a foreign
I ice out the skeleton, look like Carti (On gang)
I got 75K for a party (Gang)
Come with me and two hoes in a ‘Rari (Yeah)
What? Yeah, yeah, what? What? Ooh
Niggas more cap than G
These niggas like cap, they G
These niggas more cap than G
These niggas more cap than G (Ooh)
Fuck a lil’ bih in my seat, yeah (Yeah)
You do more cap than G
Hop in a frog and leap
Hop in a frog and leap
Got a lil’ tool in the seat
All this juice on me (What)
Got a lil’ bitch with me
Got a lil’ bitch with me
Got a lil’ bitch on me
Ridin’ in a new two-seats
They caressin’ my feet
Young Gunna stackin’ these G’s
Fuck that bitch like 1, 2, 3 (Ooh)
Make her count receipts
Better put your thot on leave
Yeah, she tryna fuck wit’ me
Ayy, yeah, yeah, spend that cash through the week
Goin’ on shoppin’ sprees
Rock Off-White in my sleep
I just left the mall, ooh, R.I.P
Rockin’ Vlone jeans, I keep drip on me
Vlone jeans, hold up, hold up, drip on me
When I’m on the scene, TMZ
Follow me, make her follow me (Hold up, hold up)
Up there on the status, but I’m in the street
Up there on the status, bitch, I’m in the street
Keep it in the book-bag, I keep the heat
You wanna get toe-tagged? Get out the streets
Count up the quarter-millions, that’s in a week

[Refrain: Playboi Carti]
Quarter million in a week (Phew)
All of these hoes are wet (What)
Told a lil’ bih, “Come see” (Yeah)
All of my drip (What)
All of my niggas are gunners (What)
All of my niggas are gunners (What)
Niggas, they runnin’ (What)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Countin’ the money (What, what)
Monday through Sunday (What, what)
Countin’ the money (What, what)
Monday through Sunday (What, what, uh)
Chasin’ those hunnits
Chasin’ that money (Yea)
Monday through Sunday (Uh, uh)
A nigga be on it (What, what)
A nigga be on it (Phew)
A nigga be on it (Phew)
We countin’ this money (What, yea)
Monday through Sunday (Uh)
My diamonds they lookin’ too sunny (What, what)
I be your dad (What)
These niggas, they lookin’ like sonny (Yea, yea)

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[Verse 1]
I run from everyone and I tell lies
You run your fingers through my hair and smile
‘Cause nobody believes that this is right
But we’re so right, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I hear rumors, let them fly, it’s you and me
And they don’t have to know
Oh, they don’t have to know
Oh, they speculate, but let’s just make them wait
‘Cause they don’t need to know
Nobody needs to know

[Chorus]
Under the street lights, nobody knows our names
Tracing the tree lines and shadows around your face
Falling asleep and waking up with the stars
It’s our little secret, we’re keeping it in the dark

[Verse 2]
We stumble like the thunder in our hearts
Laying low, we’ll never lay apart
Don’t wanna let them change the way we are
The way we are, no

[Pre-Chorus]
I hear rumors, let them fly, it’s you and me
And they don’t have to know
Oh, they don’t have to know
Oh, they speculate, but let’s just make them wait
‘Cause they don’t need to know
Nobody needs to know

[Chorus]
Under the street lights, nobody knows our names
Tracing the tree lines and shadows around your face
Falling asleep and waking up with the stars
It’s our little secret, we’re keeping it in the dark

[Post-Chorus]
(It’s our little secret)
Keep, keep, keeping it in the dark
(It’s our little secret)
Keep, keep, keeping it in the

[Bridge]
I hear rumors, let them fly, it’s you and me
And they don’t have to know
Oh, they don’t have to know
Oh, they speculate, but let’s just make them wait
‘Cause they don’t need to know
Nobody needs to know

[Chorus]
Under the street lights, nobody knows our names
Tracing the tree lines and shadows around your face
Falling asleep and waking up with the stars
It’s our little secret, we’re keeping it in the dark

[Post-Chorus]
(It’s our little secret)
Keep, keep, keeping it in the dark
(It’s our little secret)
Keep, keep, keeping it in the dark
Falling asleep and waking up with the stars
It’s our little secret (Keep, keep), we’re keeping it in the dark

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[Verse]
Ayo, I never had a car‚ that’s why I hate the fucking bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call it static‚ headphones on‚ it’s Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin’ like B Rabbit
How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I’ma bury it
Producin’ tracks for the underground like Harriet
Too alive like twins in the womb, come hither‚ consume
All of my memories from past and present like two identities
Logic fallin’ off is an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn‚ goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin’ it back, we keepin’ it pushin’
People scared of change, but you’ll find me deep in a cushion
Readin’ Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe
I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I’m always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin’ trees
With the topic I drop it fuck around and leave ’em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin’ in is fucked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit ain’t good as your old shit
‘Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for lookin’ dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
Searchin’ for love in the industry you’ll be let down
They don’t love you ’til you dead and then they call you profound
That’s the truth
I’m close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain’t the key to happiness and this the proof
Modern day rappers like a golden era spoof
But a few of us resurging within a second, renaissance
And I know that my death give times
Keepin’ a legacy goin’ by flowin’ so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin’ what we been sowin’ like a seamstress
Now listen up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William after ’cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin’ it real up in these streets
Came up in a world that’s off its axis
All that’s promised, death and taxes
And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
Cordae and JID, but that shit ain’t free, now check it (Sinatra)
Yeah, and on that note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don’t believe me, look that shit up, I promise you’ll find the key
To that punchline, I’m feelin’ just fine
Let the abyss of my, my, my, my mind consume
Snap my fingers like I’m Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin’ the doom
‘Cause I’m 630, killin’ shit, hands down and dirty
That white boy can’t rap, he talk good and act nerdy
Feelin’ good yeah, I’m feelin’ lovely
Backyard sunset, sippin on that Bubly
Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day
You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play
Killin’ shit like OJ, I’m rhymin’ like old Jay
Hip-hop phenom, play arenas like I’m Coldplay
All day, we get it like that, we got it, got it, all day
Sinatra

[Outro]
Nothing but peace, love, and positivity to the whole wide world
RattPack, you already know what it is man
BobbyBoy Records, we out this bitch (Logic)
And I’m havin’ a little baby
Surprise, it’s a little baby boy
Fuck TMZ, they can’t get the scoop on that shit
Welcome little Bobby to the world one time
Alright, I’m done
That’s it, yeah

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[Verse]
If they wrap your body up, they ain’t gon’ remember you
Used to pour the drank up, had too many minerals
Hop on the jet, might fly to Senegal
Y’all do baguettes, I’ma do the emeralds
All on the islands, nah, I’m not Gilligan
Bad bitch talk loud, must be Dominican
Wrist on ice cube, all about the Benjamins
First they didn’t like me, now they wanna be friends again
Pussy so wet, she soaked my Versace
Gave me more head than she gave me body
Bitch thinkin’ she slick ’cause she fuckin’ Lil Yachty
Shout out my nigga, just beat a lil’ body
Niggas actin’ like Big Meech on the iPad
RIP, niggas gon’ type that
Love all my fans even if I don’t write back
Ask your favorite rapper where the fuck he get his stripes at?
Watches don’t tick tock, you should see my wrist lock
Bang bang, Glizzy Gang, bitch, I got a big Glock
And I went platinum way before hip-hop
Used to play knick-knock, now I got rich opps
Almost caught me a case but these niggas be tellin’
I done caught me a wave, then a nigga start sailin’
Rollin’ big Backwoods of that MegaWellness
Ain’t good in one hood, these niggas be wildin’
1942, know what she goin’ do
Fuck her to some Bad Bunny, we gon’ make a porn too
Screaming free Ralo, used to sell dogfood
Please don’t make the wrong move, sic the dog on you
This is an encore, fuck I gotta front for?
Runnin’ with some niggas who’ll kick in your front door
Naturally bad, but she love the damn contour
European swag, tell a fuck nigga bonjour
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag make a fuck nigga mad
All this swag got me in my bag
Oh, all this swag make a nigga jet lag
Ham ass niggas, they ain’t blockin’ my path
They envy a nigga, they jockin’ my swag
I got a .40 cal in the man bag
Forty thousand on merch, what you think they gon’ say?
I got a bitch look like Meagan Good
When she playin’ ’em waist-deep, lil’ bitch, she a freak
I just bought me a coupe with the trunk in the hood and the bitch ain’t come with a key
I gotta keep me an ARP in case a fuck nigga ever try to run up on me
I was on the corner like Champ Bailey, tryna pick off every nigga, tryna get one on me
Fucking on models, Victoria’s Secret
Look at my pockets, they on Rakeisha
Wake they ass up, boy, I heard they got sleepy
KiKi ain’t love me, I’m in Waikiki
On my sneaks, fifteen hundred my feet
And he wasn’t worth a body, so I’d rather murk a beat
I done lost a couple of mine fuckin’ with these streets
But you better bet the other side feelin’ my grief
These niggas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a nigga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me

[Outro]
These niggas be hurtin’, that hatin’ not workin’
Screaming free the gang, they couldn’t stop murderin’
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, she know that you purpin’
She lovin’ my drip, a nigga be surfin’
I ain’t goin’ outside ‘less I got a cutter on me
I been the same nigga since they took my brother from me
Name your top five, dude ain’t got nothin’ on me
Really could’ve fucked your main but I ain’t have a rubber on me
‘Member I ain’t have a rubber on me? Haha

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Great snakes, are we moving already?
Good gravy, did you say it cost a penny or two for you?
We’re talking ’bout the bad starts
My baby brother has already got a gas mask
‘Cause it’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s good what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Verse 2]
Why does it seem a fever dream for all?
The call you made to me
You said I’ll feel one day each year, a worry
We shall remember the dead
And we’ll remember the dead so they know that we’re sorry
But then carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Verse 3]
How could it be the money?
It’s the vote that matters to me
You say you’re hungry, but you won’t eat the caraway seed
Doesn’t matter in the wreckage, what should you say?
“Well, I found myself a little peckish last Tuesday”
This is what you signed up for, no questions
Reckon we could offer peace, damn the weapons conventions
Well, it’s on the table, but it’s no good, can’t you hear
All our worries for fear, carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Bridge]
It’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
And it’s a total fucking whitewash
The people that we might squash
And move from home soil, set sail
For wherever the fuck got oil this time
And if it’s not a fucking war crime
It’s a total waste of your time
And getting so much worse
Get real, kid, your country’s been at war since birth now
And if it’s not a fucking outrage, what’s it all about then?
Now, it’s one on one
Great Britain’s gonna tell you where it all went wrong and then carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen (Great, great way to fool me again, hun)
Great way to fool me again, hun (Great, acting, it’s great what you tell ’em)
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

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