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This is how it works
It feels a little worse
And when we drove our first ride
Through that screaming crowd
While laughing up a storm
Until we were just bone
Until it got so warm
And none of us could sleep
And all the styrofoam
Began to melt away
And we try to find some words
To lead in the decay
But none of them were home
Inside their catacomb
A million ancient bees
Began to sting our knees
While we were on our knees
Praying the disease
Would leave the ones we love
And never come again
And on the radio
We heard November Rain
That solo’s really long
But it is a pretty song
We listened to it twice
As the DJ was asleep
He was asleep
No this is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
And you love until you don’t
And you try until you can’t
You laugh until you cry
And you cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath
No this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
And you take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
Then you take that love you made
And stick it into
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope that don’t get harmed
And even if it does
You would just do it all again
And on the radio
We hear November Rain
And that solo is awfully long
But it is a good refrain
We listened to it twice
Cause the DJ is asleep
He is asleep
On the radio
The DJ is asleep
He is asleep

When I pulled in to the home of country music
There was a worn out for sale sign stuck in the lawn
I tried my best to track down those who built it
But they all passed away or plum moved on
I drove on down to what I thought was the Grand Ole Opry
To find that stained glass cast on some empty pews
I couldn’t hear Whisperin’ Bill or see Porter’s rhinestones shine on stage
Just an echo of how we use to be down on Broadway

I’m decades late to a ten year town
The radio station done changed its sound
To a hip hop beat with a drum track loop
That they call country music
I came out here so I could write and sing
Not rap on stage wearin’ skinny jeans
Good thing I don’t mind sticking out of the in-crowd
‘Cause I’m a few decades late to make it in a ten year town

A honkey tonk use to be a tonk where a honky drank
Now it’s a dance club playin’ Top 40 from an MP3
I found out the hard way, a band’s been replaced by a DJ
Who don’t know “You Never Even Called Me By My Name”

I’m decades late to a ten year town
The radio station done changed its sound
To a hip hop beat with a drum track loop
That they call country music
I came out here so I could write and sing
Not rap on stage wearin’ skinny jeans
Good thing I don’t mind sticking out of the in-crowd
‘Cause I’m a few decades late to make it In a ten year town

I came out here so I could write and sing
Not rap on stage wearin’ skinny jeans
Good thing I don’t mind sticking out of the in-crowd
‘Cause I’m a few decades late to make it in a ten year town
They can’t pay me enough to shake it
I’ve had about all I can take
In this ten year town

[Chorus]
Girl I want you to see what I see
So I’ll take you to Nobu, off the coast to Malibu
Everywhere I go this where you’ll be
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu

[Verse 1]
You’re in the hills and I’m in Santa Monica
Meet me halfway then we’ll head straight to Malibu
No reservations, we just walked through the restaurant
Link the owner then we’re off to the private room
Follow the server wearin’ black top to top, yeah
[?] ’cause your heels make sounds on the hardwood
Nobu fancy but we ain’t gotta be dressed up
Just enough to get me up to give you hardwood
Later, save that for later
Like we walked up in the building with containers
But first, look at the menu, aye
If I don’t guess somethin’ soon, aye, I’m gon’ have to taste you
Loosen up, baby take shots of the Sake, aye, yeah
Girl come closer, let me feed you Edamame, aye
Too much Sake and we might not reach the party, aye
But that’s okay ’cause I still rock with you the long way

[Chorus]
Girl I want you to see what I see
So I’ll take you to Nobu, off the coast to Malibu
Everywhere I go this where you’ll be
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu

[Verse 2]
When you’re ready to decide what you want I’ll tell the server
In the meantime let’s go outside and watch the waves
Lean over the balcony where I can catch a sneak peak
Pull up a hundred girl don’t finna grip the waist
But damn let’s do this later, baby we ain’t even order yet
Hot pepper hors d’oeuvres, DJ put me onto this
So in return I put you on, brace my fingers on your thighs
And during dinner turn you on, I’m gettin’ my ish so
[?] gettin’ darker and darker
Spread the soy all over the hot stones
Use my chopsticks to pick up the sushi
I’ll feed you baby even though you still grown
I ain’t gonna eat too much I’m saving room for
The real meal (yeah), the real deal (yeah)
I ain’t gonna eat too much I need the space for
The main course, lowkey you’re the main course

[Chorus]
Girl I want you to see what I see
So I’ll take you to Nobu, of the coast to Malibu
Everywhere I go this where you’ll be
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu (take you to Nobu)
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu (take you to Nobu)
Yeah

[Outro]
Nobu, Nobu, Nobu
Take you to Nobu
Nobu, yeah
I meant it when I told you, that I’d take you to Nobu (Nobu, Nobu)
I meant it when I told you, I meant it when I told you that I’d take you to Nobu (Nobu, Nobu)

[Verse 1]
I tell myself, try to understand
Keep an open mind and aspire to advance
You need to know how I hide a hand
Genetically engineered us from a primal man
The pineal gland waits inside
You need access, you don’t wanna waste your time
Your frequence is low, gotta take it high
Your life is limited, you gotta make it live
Get tired of repetition, gotta shuffle the playlist
Drugged up or in labor, stuck in a matrix
Suffering crazy, it’s in loving and in hating
It’s a DJ in the making just juggling basics
Something amazing, like stars when you gazing
Anything can happen, it’s ours for the taking
Opportunities lost, but far from forsaken
Set me in an action for God’s entertainment
Pawns get played with and the angels laugh
Like billions of souls on a painful path
We breed moments of joy, build and destroy
We lost our way and it makes us mad

[Hook]
Just relax
I can take it from here cause I hear you ain’t up for the task
I got it covered, no discussions of that
But I’m making fresh trails on a dusty path
March, step, creep, jump
Just move, everybody gotta keep up
Just move, and just relax
Just move, and just relax

[Verse 2]
Take it easy, what’s the rush?
Who you tryna scare with your huffs and puffs?
I’m right here if you need assistance
But you don’t need me to reach the distance
I wouldn’t worry about a thing, son
You’re gonna win some or lose some and then some
We got different skills, we help one and other
Hope you got my back when the rest don’t wanna
I’m the blame if I end up alone
I don’t wanna be a king defending the throne
Pretend is in clones, insecure
You need to scratch back and your itchy nerves
Picture perfect doesn’t exist
Untill we get revolution up in this
Retrobution is not an option
Only next level mindsets can stop the problem

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I am that I am, lost in translation
Everything is everything, gotta have patience
Vibration, the world is duality
Separation, verge of insanity
Don’t judge, observe when you study
Past, future, regrets, worries
Move steady and float to a new goal
Never wake up, who’s ready to go?

[Hook]

[Intro]

As I’ve said before, modern life in the city is full of hidden dangers. Why are we here? We are here to learn how to defend ourselves against these dangers. This week we’re gonna be looking at how you can use the negative energy of a would be assailant, and turn it into a positive force, for your own self-defence. In other words turning their aggression, to our advantage

If you’d all like to split into pairs please
I don’t wanna see any Jackie Chan bollocks
I wanna see some windmilling in, and if you’ve got a set of keys on you stick ’em in your hand and make them count!

[Verse 1]

Yo

Kick or punch stuck up kids that front
It’s up front
And that kid with mad scripts that bump
Rip that skunk
Into tiny pieces at once
And start smoking ’til your choking on massive bits of your lungs
Cuz
f**k it
We’re gunna die before our time is due
That’s why we keep getting so f**ked
That our mind is screwed
And you should keep your mouth shut if you think this guy is rude
If I was you I’d think twice before you try to ignite a feud
Cos there’s no going back
Once you wage war with us
You’ll get crushed
And get trampled on the stage floor
Who’s bars are you spitting because they ain’t yours
We bring original hip-hop
Stay raw
So make sure you train for it
Cos what you say’s boring
Get up on the stage and all the fakes forfeit
Weed, music and girls
That’s how my brain orbits
3-6-5 days of the year
I’m made for this

[Verse 2]

Kick and punch stuck up kids that front
Its up front
And that kid with mad scripts that bump
We bitch slap chumps
That proceed to spit wack junk
And burn diesel in the middle of this big fat dump
Where
Delicate bitches get their piss-flaps pumped
By big bad cunts
That kick back and bring that funk
We baffle backwards talking kids at once
And stay smoking ’til we’re choking on big black lungs
So hit that blunt
And “shh shh”
When we recite scriptures
That entice listeners
For them its like Christmas
Weed, music and gin
Yeah that’s a nice mixture
And I consume it excessively
‘Til my mind blisters
And there ain’t no going back
When you start static
But you can’t back it
We bring the pressure you can’t manage
S-P family tree yo
We aren’t slacking
3-6-5 days of the year
We’re hard at it

[Breakdown]

When you’re ready, come at me

Come one then you f**king slag!
You f**king want some!?

[Verse 3]

Yo
Yeah
Yo

Punch and kick kids front up that’s rich
It’s up front
And that kid we tonk cunts that fit (?)
f**k that it’s
Time to make a skunk pipe spliff (?)
And breathe in
‘Til I feel like I’ve done acid
Straight
Cos only people who I’ve run tracks with
Are worthy spitters
The rest are bitter chumps that wish
They made it further than these scumbags did
But they aren’t massive
That’s why they’re hating all the stuff that’s big
We brung that piff
Causing fires like a struck matchstick
We don’t even need a sample
Just the drums that’s it
You’ll see the crowd all astounded
Like we done magic
Head ablaze bro grab the DJ tell him
“Bun that shit”
B’cuh I’m mad pissed
And he’s unsure that he does have this
Slap and abuse him cos he’s slacking
Like a dumb slag’s minge
You say you’re amazing but you’re, um, tragic
Been spitting for ages and I ain’t heard you once rap sick

[Verse 4]

Yo

Punch and kick kids front up that’s rich
It’s up front
And that kid
We tonk cunts that fit (?)
f**k fat lips
It’s time to kick off nuff madness
And if somebody tells you different switch and slump that bitch
Only people who I bust raps with
Are up to scratch
All you other cats can cut that shit
It’s terrorism when I clutch that mick
I mean mic
Got your face all screwed up like you just drank piss
Run that diss
I dare you blud
We’ll come back thick
Your whole gang will be kicking dust up like
“Bun that, dip”
Heavy (?) keeps us active
We talk bare shit but back it
So think twice when you weigh up that risk
Cos we be different to you punks that spit
You bitch-made
We f**k bitches that are attractive
If it ain’t funky I don’t touch that shit
That goes for pussy, money, weed and music man I love that shit

Right here is the place for you to get yours
Those who can’t, wait, pause
Listen to the fly bassline and kick drum
You can’t hear it? Then throw a tantrum
And to make sure [?]
All the people in the place will know
This music, listen to the way I choose it
My talent, no, I’ll never lose it
See everyone applaud and get to it
No one ever try to diss or boo it
How could they anyway?
With me on the mic and my DJ on the cuts, hey
She’s sharp like a dart or cleaver
DJs, I suggest you leave her
Be, oh I see, I gotta make my move
You wanna hang with us? Then show and prove

You got ta show and prove

Show and prove, I’ll prove and show it
Whenever Tee’s on the mic, you know it’s
Got to be the moment that you were gonna
See somethin’ really spectacular
I’m pure like a thoroughbred, faster than a stallion
Bad in German, Swedish or Italian
[Cherish?] the mic the way a kid with crayons
I reach the [?] soul like in a séance
Paid to rock around the clock and knock your sock
Hip hop down, until your ass drops
This song is on so sing along
When you think I’m out of breath I’ll still be rockin’ on
You want a rhyme? I’ma feed you like a hog
Devour the lines just like a dog
I’m talkin’ to you, so get with the groove
What I’m ready to do is show and prove

I’m gonna show and prove

Get out my pad, I’m on a rampage
Grab all your stuff, and clear the damn stage
I sound stronger than a bottle of gin, straight
Out the box, I’m packin’ em in when
I just snap it, just start rappin’
Hear your beat tappin’, hands start clappin’
Now here’s some more def grammar to relate to
No punctuation needed, I’ll go straight through
[Pack it up?] hit you harder than a phaser
My voice will tranq you, the beat will raise you
Off the floor, off your chair, while you’re there
Raise your hair, I’ll have you floatin’ on it
The S-W, double-E, double-T
Pack ’em up to the balcony
When the show starts, hear them yell for me
Don’t get frustrated if you can’t see
Don’t need a telescope to [tell this code?]
[Prosthetic?], forget it, just yell it’s dope
Cause it’s [due?], the beat is too smooth
Can you swing with this? Then show and prove

I wanna see you show and prove
You got ta, got ta, got ta show and prove
You gotta-gotta show and prove

Hello yellow
Is that you
Exactely darling

Since to me no matter who are young
But the wrong girl to play with (bis)
At they put down the mic of the DJ and going
Cause every girls want a peace of me
Every girls want a yellow baby
And the woman for me no matter come heard the child
Hear me know dread
Because me have a little girl
They call her sheran
But this little girl
Want be me woman
She want be my wife
Me be the husband
Me never know this girl really love man
Me kiss her pon a chin
She ask tigerman
Me kiss her again
She ask wellton
Me kiss her again
She ask fi tayan
When me kiss her pon her lips
And hool her pon a hand
Me nickel for that
Me hear she sings one song
Penny for a touch
And nickel for a kiss
That need fi
Tell him that to love me (bis)
Me have a next one they call her patsy
But this little girl she really love me
His I yellowman telling everybody
Me never know this girl love me fi money
When mi money duchy gone to nutsy
But this is something me a fi tell everybody

Lonely a mister lonely i have got nobody to call my honey (bis)
Ca me say roses red
Say
Violets blue but sugar is sweet but not like you
When you pass me you better say how they do
Since to me no matter who are young
But the wrong girl to play with (bis)
At they put down the mic of the DJ and going
Cause every girls want a peace of me
Every girls want a yellow baby
And the woman for me no matter come heard the child

Oh why so serious
We are just a bunch of kids
Looking for fun under the sun never done
To the party is
We can pop a couple pills
I’m just looking for a thrill
Anything to get my mind off paying all these god damn bills
City lights walking out that door
On my way to the disco
Come on DJ gimme some more
Feel the bass on my back sweat dripping off my clothes
Now this is your chance here, now this your chance here
If you ain’t gonna dance trick, get yo ass off my dancefloor
I’m waiting for the light to see
A wonderful life unfold
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
Get yo ass off my dancefloor
I’m waiting for the light to see
A wonderful story untold
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
Get yo ass off my dancefloor
Hot damn hoe, here we go again
Look man, i’m just looking for a friend
Listen here mister, I insist that you buy me a drink
We can talk about yesterdays, skinny jeans were all the craze
Now all the cool kids acting stupid, acting stupid
Neon lights walking out at the beerstore
On my way to dancehall
Come on DJ gimme some more
Feel the bass on my back sweat dripping off my clothes
Now this is your chance here, now this your chance here
If you ain’t gonna dance trick, get yo ass off the dancefloor
I’m waiting for the light to see
A wonderful life unfold
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
I’m waiting for the light to see
A wonderful story untold
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
You gotta keep your head up
Your innocence is gold, gold, gold
You gotta keep your head up
Your innocence is gold
Get yo off my dancefloor
I’m waiting for the light to see
Come on DJ gimme some more
A wonderful life unfold
Come on DJ gimme some more
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
Get yo ass of my dancefloor
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
I’m waiting for the light to see
Come on DJ gimme some more
A wonderful story untold
Come on DJ gimme some more
I’ve never seen this side of you before, I’ve never seen this before
Get yo ass off my dancefloor
Yeah here we go again

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (Running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (Running)
All my nine-to-fivers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)

[Verse 1: P Money]
‘Nuff man have got their mind right
Every lyric is a drive-by
“Are you dizzy? Man will pull up and—” smack talk
I’ll drop a line, then leave ’em wide-eyed
You used to check for your friends all the time, right?
Now it’s just timelines, even I check on the slime line
I drop tracks, then leave it to blow before theirs
It’s all about how I timed mine (running)
When I first started to write rhymes
Two-double-O 5, it was grime time
OGz, same crew I’ve got now
But it wasn’t flipping six man, it was like nine
Spitting on the fifth floor taught me
Between a shotta and a cokehead was a fine line
I always knew my man was a cat
‘Cause he came back nine times (running)
I encourage those that want a life like mine
Grind like skates on railings or pipelines
You’ll get the money, car, clothes and the flight time
Or a girl with legs so out of this world
You’ll save their number as “sci-fi”
Could be wifey or Wi-Fi
A clean heart and a wise mind will keep the music (running)

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)

[Verse 2: P Money]
I do it for the streets and the lifers
Workaholics, all my 9-to-5ers
The picture I paint is a straight line
And whatever I say into the mic is righteous
They say in this ting, I’m a pilot
Lost my way and had to visit some pirates
Radar Radio
I guess even pilots need guidance
My punches are violent
Got fans in Wales, Scotland and Ireland
I used to have a mad state of mind
Now I get played in all kind of states and islands
Not rich but I can stand beside them
Gold teeth, now I might get some with diamonds
They say my music is nuts
But I doubt I would ever get signed by Simon
So I go with it
I could get deals off my old lyrics
Due to throw a party next door
‘Cause I could write yours and my own lyrics
That’s facts, they’re tryna talk with no minutes
I’m like huh? I don’t get it
What’s that? I’ve got Stormzy cold lyrics
You’ve got you weren’t involved lyrics

[Chorus: P Money]
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on (running)
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
I said when you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that (running)
All my 9-to-5ers that’s grinding
To keep that electric and water (running)
All my young dargs on the roadside
Don’t get caught slipping, keep on

[Outro: P Money]
Running
When you hear this on the station
Tell the DJ keep that running
When you hear this on the station
You get me?
Moneyman pon mic
P Money
You know who it is
Man like

[Hook]
Ain’t too many out there that eating close to me
I ain’t quite yet where I’m supposed to be
My first 20 grand, that was broke to me
So a young nigga
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up

[Verse 1]
Better there a Porsche, buy the porch out the [?]
Tell ’em Ace of Spades, bottles I prefer it
DJ so broke, where the f**k, where you heard that?
My bitch bad, if you shoot, she gon’ [?] it
Bank account thick, super thick, it’s already big
I’m just getting money, more money than your man did
‘Bout to run it up, run it up like the bleachers
If you ain’t spending money, don’t be hitting me for no features
Nigga done change, little nigga had to elevate
Came up a little, made some more moves, ’bout to celebrate
Money kept it real, let your people know you never fake
Go hard for the bag yeah, young nigga get hella cake

[Hook]
Ain’t too many out there that eating close to me
I ain’t quite yet where I’m supposed to be
My first 20 grand, that was broke to me
So a young nigga
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up

[Verse 2]
Double cup with the red, I don’t need no ice
Running up that paper, could probably smash your wife
Never buy it if you can’t afford to buy it twice
Never buy it if you can’t afford to buy it twice
I’ve been stacking paper since 2010
Club God and Chose f**king up the streets again
If she let me smash, probably never call again
If she acting salty, I’ll probably hit her friend
Had to run it up in that foreign, switching lanes
Had to run it up, got your broad giving brain
Had to run it up, sipping grad, tipping grain
Club going, don’t forget the name

[Hook]
So a young nigga had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up
Had to run it up, so I ran it up
Tryna run it up, tryna run it up
Money going up, money going up
Money going up, money going up

[Intro: Cobeliks]
Coby, jesi ti radio traku?

[Verse 1: Sandra Afrika]
Nisam znala da si takav tip
Svako veče druga u tvoj Jeep
Pored tvog imena pišem R.I.P
Mrtav si za mene, neću seći vene

[Pre-Hook]
Grubo bas, DJ dodaj gas
Svi me časte i kažu “Svaka čast”
Nema više, nema, nema više nas
Moja noga gola, flaša je na pola
(Sandra Afrika)

[Hook: Sandra Afrika]
Staviću na Insta Story
Kako ovo veče gori
Jack i Johnny pune čaše
Zaboravljam priče naše
Staviću na Insta Story
Ti ga pet puta otvori
Ali ne vidi se da l’
Sam sa drugim otišla

[Post-Hook: Sandra Afrika]
Postala sam hladna k’o noći u Sibiru
Počivaj, počivaj, počivaj u miru
Postala sam hladna k’o noći u Sibiru
Počivaj, počivaj, počivaj u miru

[Verse 2: Sandra Afrika]
Nisam znala da si takav tip
Svaka druga ima s tobom klip
Pored tvog imena pišem R.I.P
Ali baš me briga, noćas mala kida

[Pre-Hook]
Grubo bas, DJ dodaj gas
Svi me časte i kažu “Svaka čast”
Nema više, nema, nema više nas
Moja noga gola, flaša je na pola
(Sandra Afrika)

[Hook: Sandra Afrika]
Staviću na Insta Story
Kako ovo veče gori
Jack i Johnny pune čaše
Zaboravljam priče naše
Staviću na Insta Story
Ti ga pet puta otvori
Ali ne vidi se da l’
Sam sa drugim otišla

[Post-Hook: Sandra Afrika]
Postala sam hladna k’o noći u Sibiru
Počivaj, počivaj, počivaj u miru
Postala sam hladna k’o noći u Sibiru
Počivaj, počivaj, počivaj u miru

[Hook: Sandra Afrika]
Staviću na Insta Story
Kako ovo veče gori
Jack i Johnny pune čaše
Zaboravljam priče naše
Staviću na Insta Story
Ti ga pet puta otvori
Ali ne vidi se da l’
Sam sa drugim otišla

[Post-Hook: Sandra Afrika]
Postala sam hladna k’o noći u Sibiru
Počivaj, počivaj, počivaj u miru
Postala sam hladna k’o noći u Sibiru
Počivaj, počivaj, počivaj u miru

Play this song

[Intro]
Hey London can you bring me a lighter real quick
That might be my tag for my producer shit
When I start makin’ beats (What’s the problem?)
Oh I’m goin’ in let me do the whole song

[Verse 1]
It’s my birthday, hey
It’s my birthday, hey
She gon’ get to twistin’ on the pole with her legs
Please don’t get it twisted, mmm this bitch about her bread
Try to give her Hennessy, she want a perc instead
These bitches love my energy, they want me in their bed
I’m the biggest Joker, I need a bitch like Harley Quinn
Ain’t fishin’ for no bitches, I’m like Nemo with one fin, yeah
If you thinkin’ with your dick, then we gon’ put it on your head
My brother in the other room, puttin’ a bitch to bed
I told this nigga he gotta stop fuckin’ on my face
He looked at me, he dropped the beat, he said “I got a plan”
Yeah, add them bitches up, okay, you do the math, hey
Let me do me, you do the other half, yeah
I done got to the point, where I ain’t gotta ask
What the fuck is your point? All my bitches bad (Nigga)
Order on Wednesdays, put it on my tab
Fuck a throwback Thursday, I ain’t goin’ out sad
On that one night only, then turned into a bag
The Nissan Altima it turned into a Jag’

[Chorus]
Hmm, yeah
It’s my bitch, yeah
It’s my birthday, yeah
She just started, say it’s her first day, hey
Yeah, it’s her first day, oh woah

[Verse 2]
She get retarded, she get freaky
She’s so bossy, she ain’t easy
She ain’t with that, he or she say
She just wanna party, and go DJ
Yeah she know I’m ballin’
You ain’t in my league
I walk in, I’m unbothered, don’t you bother me
Watch how you talkin’ and approachin’ me
A nigga tried it and we left him with an injury
When I was on the East, they ain’t even notice me
I got my mink on but I take it off, roll up my sleeve (What’s up?)
Before I blew up, I passed out off some bubbly (Some bubbly)
I fell out in the White House, I felt like Hillary (I felt like Hillary)
Dead presidents, got me shiverin’ (What’s up?)
I’m beyond cold, because of my grandmother’s remedies
Young wild nigga, take you out your misery
Are you gon’ buss it open for my niggas who ain’t make it here?
I know you wanna go some places, baby I can take you there
I gotta a lot of acres, got a crib and it’s spacious there
I’ve been workin’ on myself, I haven’t mastered my patience yet
She be workin’ on herself, tryna build her own credit score
This is marble
We gon’ hustle on our tippy toes
She know it’s survival, she gon’ dance on her tippy toes
Candle light dinner, she leave a nigga with the bloody rose
Coked-out nigga, she gon’ leave him with a stuffy nose
Learned this shit from my grandma, she used to fuck with hoes
Learned this shit from my grandma, she used to fuck with stoves
Yeah, six years old, yeah, they thinkin’ I ain’t know
I’m at the [?] like “What up? What you need? What you want?”

[Outro]
Yeah
Oh-oh-oh
Yeah, said
If I wasn’t rappin’ then I would be sellin’ clothes
My nigga said if he weren’t rappin’, nah, he’s still sellin’ bowls
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Niggas can’t fuck around
Bitches ass niggas, look I’m done with the song

Stange land, in the midst of trouble

[Verse 1: Quilly]

Uh, yeah, 50 missed calls, a 100 text messages
Treated me like peasant
Now they call me cuz I’m relevant
Ridin’ to my shows, Mordecai like the President
Uh, digital ruler; still measuring
5 star dishes, etiquette, real elegance
Still eat at the (?) to remind me when I was sellin’ nicks
Came along way from standin’ on the corner
Just to make sure I eat breakfast, I would stand until the mornin’
I used to grind for kicks, I ain’t asking my mom for shit
Think back, when I was 16, trappin’ for pun
Before school let out, my whole package was done
f**k that, I want my own shit
Started wit a 3.5, I want my own brick
Before my IPhone, chirppin’ off the flip phone shit
P95; chrome shit, open your top; Dallas cowboy dome shit

[Hook: City Rominiecki]

These streets are strange but this is all I know
I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go
The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul
I know, I know, it ain’t no need change
(?)

[Bridge: Quilly]

I put my heart in my raps
Wanna hit the chart wit my raps
I was a DJ in the kitchen, man I started from scratch
Matter fact, take em back. Let it breathe
Talk to em

[Verse 2: Quilly]

Matter fact, far as rap
Matter fact, far as trap
Matter fact, far as crack, I ain’t ever lookin’ back
Look at me, came from nothin’, labels callin’
People want me
Ain’t it funny, do it large, bitches sayin “he got money”
How I end up in that cell?
How I end up in that jail?
How she text me 21 times? She ain’t even send no mail
How niggas’ sayin that I owe them?
Ain’t pay my lawyer or bail
Some people hate just to hate, some people want you to fail
What I do? Get it poppin’, fly away; Mary Poppins
Pulled off in a foreign, now I see em; look who watchin’
They say “keys open doors”, kick it down; I ain’t knockin’
I’m on “go”, I ain’t stoppin
Bitch I finally got it rockin’!

[Hook: City Rominiecki]

These streets are strange but this is all I know
I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go
The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul
I know, I know, it ain’t no need change
(?)

Jr Jr – Low Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Saturday slept away
I go out catatonic
In a maze full of fake
Conversations I don’t want it
All the eyes are asking
“What can you do for me?”
All the looks are saying
“Nothing in life is free”

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause time is money
And money’s got good friends
I lost myself
Somebody
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Your heart of gold

[Chorus]
Cause I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low

[Verse 2]
Different night I’m alright
Never asking for perfection
Every time just to find
No one’s reading missed connections
All the DJ’s playing
3 nights of every week
All our voices straining
Screaming above the beat

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause time is money
And money’s got good friends
I lost myself
Somebody
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Your heart of gold

[Chorus]
‘Cause I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (hey)
I’m running, I’m running low

[Bridge]
‘Cause time is money
And money’s got good friends
I lost myself
I don’t know when

[Outro]
I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running (I’m running)
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
Yeah I’m running
I’m running (Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
(I’m running)
(I’m running; Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low
(I’m running)
(I’m running; Hey)
I’m running, I’m running low

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy

[Hook]
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag

[Verse 1]
I’m ahead, that’s why they talk behind my back
When the DJ drop the shit, you know that he gon’ bring it back
When I pull up with the team, all the suckers fall back
Man we always keep it clean, too clean with the swag
Man I got it all, yeah they know it
Styling nothing new, dawg I’ve been about it
Buy it straight cash, f**k a deposit
f**k a price tag, If I want it I want it

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy

[Hook]
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag

[Verse 2]
Look at us, now look at you
Who are we? The winning crew
If she run with me, then she got the juice
Chicks that’s acting cool they deserve an Oscar like Tom Cruise
Man I fell in love with the money
Man I fell in love with the honeys
Man I fell in love with the fashion
I guess that’s why they say that I’m a dandy

[Pre-Hook]
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy
I’m a dandy, I’m a dandy

[Hook]
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag
I’m a dandy
Dripping swag, dripping swag

[Outro]
Dripping swag, dripping swag
Dripping swag, dripping swag
Dripping swag, dripping swag
Dripping swag, dripping swag

[Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, daj mi, daj mi hitno
I pusti jače ovu stvar
Ne daj, ne daj Bože da mi bivši dođe
Napraviću ja dar-mar

[Verse 1]
Izlazim kasno i sve mi je jasno
Noćas će biti ludnica
Hladne koktele, usne mi žele
Osećam se k’o kraljica

[Pre-Chorus]
Ne, ne, nemam živaca za priče
Što me ne zanimaju
Ne, ne, nemam živaca za ljude
Što se foliraju

[Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, daj mi, daj mi hitno
I pusti jače ovu stvar
Ne daj, ne daj Bože da mi bivši dođe
Napraviću ja dar-mar

[Post-Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, samo to je bitno
Da preživim ovu noć
Još od jutra pijem ja, mozak je pa-pa
DJ, DJ upomoć!

[Verse 2]
Kakvi su ovo, danas, muškarci
Gledaju, a ne prilaze
Treba mi samo jedan, ali vredan
Da mi zavrti bokove

[Pre-Chorus]
Ne, ne, nemam živaca za priče
Što me ne zanimaju
Ne, ne, nemam živaca za ljude
Što se foliraju

[Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, daj mi, daj mi hitno
I pusti jače ovu stvar
Ne daj, ne daj Bože da mi bivši dođe
Napraviću ja dar-mar

[Post-Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, samo to je bitno
Da preživim ovu noć
Još od jutra pijem ja, mozak je pa-pa
DJ, DJ upomoć!

[Bridge]
Još od jutra pijem ja
Pijem ja, pijem ja, pijem ja
Mojito, mojito

[Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, daj mi, daj mi hitno
I pusti jače ovu stvar
Ne daj, ne daj Bože da mi bivši dođe
Napraviću ja dar-mar

[Post-Chorus]
Mojito, mojito, samo to je bitno
Da preživim ovu noć
Još od jutra pijem ja, mozak je pa-pa
DJ, DJ upomoć!

[Hook]
Everything was fine, used to listen all the time
Then, all these rappers they lied
So now I’m in the booth, been scribbling the truth
Since a young nigga was yay high
Nothing left to do but kick it with the crew
And a bottle of Prosecco, stay fly
Posted in the back, we’re the dopest on the tracks
If you feel em’ motherf**ker say aye

[Verse 1]
Class act squad with a swag that’s odd
My people don’t do it like them
Rappers think they gods cause they talk about the Ms
We’re all gonna die so we’re equal in the end
Flow is psychotic, the buzz the byproduct
Because when I jot it we ain’t equal with the pen
Break. Akromegalie digging in crates
Diluting wack nigga intake
Spit that raw and my hits crack jaws
Coast in second gear, still dispatch y’all
With the ease, check the speed while your engine stalls
Flux is long gone like a ten cent call
Pause. Vienna nights, some of our best
Cause, the death of mics, people to step
Ball, that’s what we’d like, but not as yet
Me and family upping the ante to get respect

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Showed up at Brick 5 with the gear and the team
Soundcheck we get live, interfere with the scene
That’s a no no young man, gotta rehearse
Bystanders chill and watch kid body the verse
Microphones for the squad like shotties for perps
Blast shotgun shells when we drop one well
Hit em’ close range, it ain’t hard to tell
That the people feel the vibes, your feet are under a spell
Smell, what the rock is cooking?
And we got you looking at the DJ booth
Cause this hard, live large with the truth
Kick bars so the tip jar’s full of loot
By the end of the night, there were two dead mics
And two cops came to try to wrong all the rights
It was all good though, hell of a story point
Sipping bubbly, passing celebratory joints

[Hook]

[Verso]
Meu amor, você perdeu, não passa mal
Quando cair a ficha você cai na real
Que eu sou do baile, da madrugada
Quando o DJ soltar o som você não vai entender nada
Eu sou do baile, da madrugada
O Marcelinho solta o ponto, tu não vai entender nada

[Refrão]
O DJ já mandou
As meninas joga o bumbum
O DJ já mandou
As meninas joga o bumbum
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga, joga, joga joga
Joga o bumbum

[Intro]

I have an attractive Spanish girl in my class, how do I approach her
You walk up on her, okay and you look her right in her eyes and you tell her “Hey… Spread It”.

[Bridge]

Dr. Girlfriend – Spread it.
Alex – Spread what?
Maurice – Yeah, spread it.
Alex – Spread, what?!
Maurice – Spread, it Alex.

[Chorus]

Hey, what’s up hello, spread it
If you ain’t got no money, spread it
If your single, siiiiiinngglle ooh-wa, spread it

[Verse]

You don’t want to f**k bill
Who don’t want to f**k bill
Left your bitch on the phone
Tell her to take the pic
You ain’t gotta be alone tonight
Imma take you home with me
Baby won’t you get off that
God damn you ass is fat
Hooo, hoo
DJ run it back now
Well momma if yo single

[Chorus]

I’m like hey, what’s up hello, spread it
If you ain’t got no money, spread it
If your single, siiiiiinngglle ooh-wa, spread it

[Outro]

You hearing it?
We go home back to her hotel room
And I still tried to smash and she curved my ass

[Verse 1]
We drinking out the bottle f**k shots
I’m all about the guap
You say you getting money but you not
Headed to the top I ain’t gon’ stop now
Two bad bitches on me
So gone I can’t see
Finna get turnt all bottles on me, yeah

[Hook]
I’m faded, I’m faded
Pass me the bottle pretty lady
Let’s get this party going escalated
Only want you for tonight don’t try to play me
f**k them other dudes that you dated
They don’t compare to me I’ll treat you like a lady
Them lips of your have me going crazy
And that ass never cease to amaze me

[Verse 2]
We in the club, VIP entrance
Everything I told you, I swear I meant it
Me, hennessy, and you
Ima turn you on get you in the mood
Dylan’s in the back popping bottles
Throwing dollars, cooling with some models
I just wanna see you drop it low
Shake that ass
Drop it to the floor

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I know you love to party girl, so let’s go
Ima put in work, yeah you know that’s for sure
Turning up to the early morning
Hope the neighbors ain’t gon’ hear all that moaning
You won’t do it for them, but you do it for me
I got my mind on you, because you’re all I need
Don’t be tripping baby because I mean it for real
Now let’s head back to my crib so we can seal the deal
Let’s end the conversation baby
I hope you know you drive me crazy
You know I’ll treat you like a lady
f**k them hoes, and them bitches they don’t phase me
I’m all about the money, all about the guap
And I ain’t gon’ stop hustling til I’m at the top
Put you in a Porsche, put you on a yacht
I want it all I’m balling hard and y’all not

[Hook]

[Outro]
We gon’ get faded, we gon’ turn it up
Tell the DJ play my song, and turn it up
Club heating up I can’t get enough
Need you by my side, can’t get enough

It’s about time to wake up wake up
I’ve been way too much of a giver not a taker taker
I’ve been so confused fused for a minute minute
DJ put my world on you, gonna spin it spin it

So I can dust it off now, rub it off now
Cause the people here are crazy
And there is no one else to save me
So buzz this off now, above this all now
Cause the people here are crazy
And there is no one else to save me

Done with this part, now I’ve nowhere to go
Follow the lead in my heart and my soul
I’m gonna show, I’m gonna show
I’m gonna show, I’m gonna show

I don’t wanna be waiting
I don’t wanna wait the rest of my life
So now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine
That’s why I raise my glass
Like it’s the first time
That’s why I take this shot
Like it’s the first time
And now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine

My decision, my religion ligion
My point of view, my opinion pinion
Like a game of poker, I be winning winning
It’s my time now, I’m gonna get it get it

Gonna dust it off now, rub it off now
Cause the people here are crazy
And there is no one else to save me
So buzz this off now, above this all now
Cause the people here are crazy
And there is no one else to save me

Done with this part, now I’ve nowhere to go
Follow the lead in my heart and my soul
I’m gonna show, I’m gonna show
I’m gonna show, I’m gonna show

I don’t wanna be waiting
I don’t wanna wait the rest of my life
So now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine
That’s why I raise my glass
Like it’s the first time
That’s why I take this shot
Like it’s the first time
And now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine

I’d rather be alone when I wake up
Than give it all away for a break up
I’m so, so, I’m so, so

Not waiting
I don’t wanna wait the rest of my life
So now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine
That’s why I raise my glass
Like it’s the first time
That’s why I take this shot
Like it’s the first time
And now I’m changing
My life is feeling so divine

[Intro]
It’s a monster
It’s a monster
Money, money
It’s a monster

[Chorus]
Pack after pack after pack
Tell paparazzi relax
I never look for the trap
You heard, we already know where it’s at

[Verse 1]
Huh, I don’t react, I’ma just look at the stacks
Uh, uh-uh, why you gotta flex like that?
Wait, yeah, I only care ’bout the racks
Tryna finagle the tax
Start a company and look at the facts
I’m out the country, they know where I’m at
They tryna come for me but know they can’t f**k with me
We love the way you kill the fashion
I hope you know that was just a distraction, nigga

[Chorus]
Pack after pack after pack
Tell paparazzi relax
I never look for the trap
You heard, we already know where it’s at, okay

[Verse 2]
Left with a package, runners are bringing it back, okay
And all of these blogs, nigga, I give a f**k what they say
I’m back in the place, girl yell at the DJ to back up the bass
I’m on the way, Room 49, 42 in the safe, yeah
Nobody’s safe, the packs are laced, say she wanna taste
They smashed the guts in my face, but I can roll Backwood again, okay, okay
Ayy, I am really with the shit
Big bag full of pink packs, got a Kit-Kat in the whip, yeah
This that new drip
She like the whole clique
She need that, she like, “I wish, oh, I wish”
I’m in, so stylish
I ain’t gotta tell you what I get
f**k the high, nigga, you a toilet
Wait

[Verse 3]
Push packs through the border, move faster
Secret space pole, grab my…
Main bedroom in the house is called the master
They’ll never think they on the ‘Gram with
Think it’s time to tell ’em who I am
Just so they can fully understand
They put the fire on my head
Always pick truth, never dare
Cups in the air
We don’t give a f**k, send the add’

[Verse 4]
I don’t understand
Why you got a hundred fifty thousand in your hand, nigga, wait
Y’all just building castles in the sand, nigga, wait
Flexing in the Falcon, f**k a Lam’, nigga, wait
Shit, why you always playin’, huh?
I drip a wrist, spin up in the ship
Way too far with the images
Niggas think I’m the new Wiz
All these gold bricks I’m skippin’ in
They think I’m acting different just ’cause now I’m tryna flip dividends
Gold throne that I’m sitting in
Rose gold, kiss venomous
Big drip down in Africa
This year, just how I did in Flint
I tried to tell ’em all, they wasn’t listening
I think it worked to my benefit
Only seein’ nothin’ but the benefits
I just pray to God that somebody get a grip
They yellin’ and tellin’ me let ’em live
I’m guessing the vision’s ahead of ’em

[Chorus]
We wanna dream
And smoke our weed
We came here to have a good time
So pour us some drink
And we wanna f**k
‘Cause love is always free
So you might call us crazy
But all we’ll say
Is f**k all these haters

[Verse 1]
I got haters in my rear view so I’m floorin’ it
I got haters everywhere I’m looking so I’m steady pourin’ it
And lightin’ it
And puff, puff, pass, blow smoke through these haters
Imma live my life, if you ain’t with it see you later
You might see me in a beamer
You might catch me in a benz
You might see me walk up in a club with anything but manners
You ain’t never see me hatin’
You ain’t never see me fightin’
If you see me with a girl, you gonna see that she’s a ten
Lay back all day, no stress
Couple homies, couple hoes makin’ everything the best
East to the West, but I’m steady on the coast
Pop a bottle, roll a dutch, everybody knows the rest
Maybe I’m crazy, but I know everybody is
So we might as well kick it, why you mad
Quit your bitchin’ and get with it
Here’s a golden ticket, lets get livin’

[Chorus]
We wanna dream
And smoke our weed
We came here to have a good time
So pour us some drink
And we wanna f**k
‘Cause love is always free
So you might call us crazy
But all we’ll say
Is f**k all these haters

[Verse 2]
Tell the DJ turn it down so you hear me loud and clear
What you doing right there
You should be right here
Tell me do you have a man, wait I don’t really care
Way up in the winner circle I can’t worry ’bout a square
Lit up in the club and it’s a Friday night
Hennessey hero, yo tengo dinero!
I been workin’ too hard, workin’ two jobs
I need to cool off, what are you on?
My homie Tommy just got kicked out
In the morning I’mma tell him that he missed out
Champagne sprayin’, it could be somebody’s birthday
I smell lots of trees, I almost thought it was earth day
Last call, my ass
Hurry up and pour another glass
2AM and they still can’t kick us out

[Chorus]
We wanna dream
And smoke our weed
We came here to have a good time
So pour us some drink
And we wanna f**k
‘Cause love is always free
So you might call us crazy
But all we’ll say
Is f**k all these haters

Whoa
Whoa

I want to hear my song on the radio station
Don’t want to hear no static by my radio dial
Tune on, tune in, tune up, tune out
I think you know what I’m talking about
And if you get it right, you’ll hear it once in a while
Whoa, whoa

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
Whoa

I want to hear my song on the radio station
Stereophonic High Fidelity (Ooh, ooh yeah)
So tune on, tune in, tune up, tune out
I think you know what it’s all about
And if you give it a chance, you’re gonna see
Whoa, whoa

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
I wanna hear it on my radio
I wanna feel it on my stereo
You know I’m ready to go
I want some radio action now

Like a record spinning round my head
I can’t remember what the DJ said
There’s no doubt about it
You can’t live without it

FM radio station, put me in rotation
Play it all across the nation
I want some radio action
I wanna hear it on my radio
I wanna feel it on my stereo
You know I’m ready to go
I want some radio action

I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action

I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action
I want some radio action now

[Verse 1]
Put your phone down, come here
We got somethin’ to do (Somethin’ to do)
Feel the magic in the air
I know that you’re feelin’ it too (Feelin’ it too)
We don’t gotta take a picture
We got nothin’ to prove (Nothin’ to prove)
Run away with me somewhere
We got nothin’ to lose (Nothin’ to lose)
Put your hand in my hand
And look into my eyes
You know that that true love got me feelin’ alive
It’s a vibe, it’s all good, it’s all right
Yeah, we right, yeah
You know that that true love got me feelin’ alive

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t want a typical, I just want original
I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital
I don’t want a typical, I just want original
I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital (1,2,3)

[Chorus]
No digital love
I need to feel your heart
No digital love (No digital love)
I need the real true parts
No digital love
I just want that old school
Throwback like you supposed to
What’s up? Yeah, what’s up?
No digital love

[Verse 2]
I can feel the beat on repeat
That you play on my heart (Play on my heart)
Electric love connection that we felt from the start
(Felt from the start)
Come on, put my jam on
Move just like we planned on
Tell this DJ we need somethin’ good
That we can dance on

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t want a typical (Ooh), I just want original
I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital (No digital love)
I don’t want a typical (Hey), I just want original
I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital (1,2,3)

[Chorus]
No digital love
I need to feel your heart
No digital love (No digital love)
I need the real true parts
No digital love
I just want that old school
Throwback like you supposed to
What’s up? Yeah, what’s up?
No digital love

[Bridge]
I don’t want a typical (Hey), I just want original
(Ooh, oh) I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital
I don’t want a typical (Oh), I just want original
(Hey) I don’t want a typical, I don’t want no digital

[Chorus]
No digital love (Love)
I need to feel your heart
No digital love (No digital love)
I need the real true parts
No digital love
I just want that old school
Throwback like you supposed to
What’s up? Yeah, what’s up?
No digital love (Hey)
I need to feel your heart
No digital love (No digital love)
I need the real true parts
No digital love
I just want that old school
Throwback like you supposed to
What’s up? Yeah, what’s up?
No digital love (Love)

[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty

[Verse 1]
I swear to God, I ain’t like none of them
Man claim they came up, same time I came up
Until I switched the game up like “come again”
Call it a night, call it a day
Call it what you want, cause we lock the scene straight
If this one’s grime and that’s one grime
Someone better just slap the DJ
It’s like they don’t know what grime is
Cause nowadays man get punched in the face
Jump on mic and deny it
And dem man wanna ask what I did
Just cause you’re from the road
Doesn’t mean that you’re from my street
One day I’ll offer a chair at the table
Next thing I know, you’re after my seat
So ask God why I’m still standing
Ask him why I spent so many days in the sunlight
Like I’m reigning champion
Ask him why my name stood firm
Even back when no one backed him
Ask him why they attack, but they lack defence
When I’m in the box, I’m tackling

[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
(COME GET ME)
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty

[Verse 2]
I held my own nicely
Wanna be driving a car before 19
Right now, we ain’t counting numbers
I advise you just count them hundreds
And back in the day, couple man sang
Can’t be around them youngers
I was in the rave in Camden, ducking man down
Cause I can’t stand them fronters
And I can’t get too near haters
Couple of people might be where I am
But two years later
Walk in the room like “who here hates us?”
Couple of my Gs are two-tear status, no tatts
Streets I been killing, The riddim, I rode that
Couple MCs still seeking revenge
But their real lives and their lyrics don’t match
Feds won’t let man out the country
M16’s at the gate
All that’s late, a shot nearly got fire
Dem man talk too much
We don’t really talk too much so I bet he’s wired
Me I really beat that up
Last time I beat that up, man, I left it tired
Left in a state
Tryna be free, not stuck up in a cage

[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
(COME GET ME)
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?
Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty

Play this song

[Intro]
Ain’t that DJ chose over there?
Look like DJ chose

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He pay my bills, yo ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

[Verse 1: JT]
It’s the dog in ’em, I’m in the mall with ’em
I’m a trick wit ’em, you the type to fall for ’em
City Girls, period
But I need them commas
I can wait in the car, I ain’t trying to meet your mama
Baguettes around my neck
Pussy stay wet
Call that nigga Keith
All he do is sweat
2020 vision
Side bitch winning
Coppin’ us both
Shit bitch, we twinnin’
Jet black lace, wig long and it’s curly
Calling up Barbara, bitch this Shirley
We sharing that nigga, sis, don’t be salty
I like the way he ate this ass
Tell that nigga “Call me”

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He pay my bills, yo ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Uh
I’m a rap bitch goals
I could never get chose
Bitch, he wanna be with me
Yeah
And he a rap nigga say he independent
But I got him in a 360
Trick something, he gon’ pull up to the crib and lick something
Every time I’m mad at him
He gon’ show up with something
(Trap nigga) Got him buying gifts for my friends
(Trap nigga) Make him spend his re-up on a Benz
(Trap nigga) Do I really love him, it depends?
(Trap nigga) Last one I hit up for a 10
Ride on him, get up on that dick and take a spin
Bae with me but I got a nigga paying rent

[Chorus: JT & Yung Miami]
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You made him bae, I fucked him first
I took his check, you got a purse
He pay my bills, yo ass at work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work
You tried it hoe, that shit ain’t work

[Outro]
Ain’t that DJ chose over there?
Look like DJ chose

Play this song

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Uh, better listen closely, ayy
Shoot a pussy nigga acting nosy, yeah
It’s just Big 14 and Lil Mosey, yeah
Fuck that ho, you treat her like a trophy, huh (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
No, legit, you’s a bitch, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
Odell with the pick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
I’m a fucking walking lick, but nigga, this ain’t that for real
Yeah, yeah
Shoot him with this chopper, make his body dance, uh
Chopper get to bustin’, do the runnin’ man, uh
Would’ve threw a party, I ain’t got no friends, uh
All my niggas brothers and that’s to the end, uh
Would’ve used a Glock but I used the FN
Shooting .223’s, you a dead man, uh
Typical to shoot at your head, man
Where the fuck you ‘posed to keep a headband?
Like you hoop, big bro, we balling, the way that we shooting (That we shooting)
I got rings, I got rings, bitch, not Melo, uh
Bitch, I’m with the slimes, Donatello, uh
Let me eat that kitty, baby, Hello, uh (Huh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
I’m with 14, we gon’ float through smokin’ OG
This bitch loud, it’s some gas, got me choking
Walking through my city, shaking bullets off me
Know my riches ’cause these bitch look how it’s flexin’
You ain’t with the shits, I can tell, bullets, they hot as hell (Boom)
Thinking ’bout buying a well and a new crib for my mama, uh
Always pull up with some drums, but nigga, I’m riding with gunners, uh
I’m just wondering what Kari would do
Beatin’ his case, so I got him a jewel
Take it with slatt them, we ain’t doing no acting
Slide down, let you have it, we still causing havoc (Uh-huh)
Big bro, I did it again, no, I don’t wanna be friends
I turn a five to a ten, money, I’m throwing a band
Backwood, I’m smoking on gas, I’m finna fuck her then pass
Skrrt ’til I hop in a Wraith, and I’m running from 12 and I’m doing the dash (12)
Ooh, dripping like water
And she wanna fuck ’cause money up on her

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Niggas be talkin’ shit, but they ain’t with that shit for real
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass killed
Fuck nigga talkin’ shit, then he gon’ get his ass spilled
You ain’t really real, you ain’t with that shit, for real
Nigga, this ain’t that, for real, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you’s a lick, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
You’s a bitch, you should quit, nigga, this ain’t that, for real
This ain’t that for real, this ain’t that, for real

Play this song

[Intro]
No flaws
King Von
I ain’t got no flaws
No flaws
King Von
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 1]
Bitch, get out, now walk
Told these hoes ’bout playin’ with me
And he outlined in chalk
All my bullets RIP’s
She left me, haha
Man, these hoes be so funny
And you know how I rock
All these hoes in love with me
When I pull up, they run
All the opps, they run from me
And they call me King Von
K-I-N-G-V-O-N, say

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

[Verse 2]
I don’t wanna talk
Baby, don’t you talk to me
And my new house, I bought
Closet big, come walk in it
And three-car my garage
I just put a horse in it
I don’t like her no more
It ain’t no point in forcing it
And Von, he the G.O.A.T
I be ducking all the pigs
I turn up at my shows
I swear I love all my fans

[Chorus]
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is
I ain’t got no flaws
So please don’t bring your ho ’round me
I brush my teeth, then floss
These diamonds, ain’t no cavities
Boy, I got all this sauce
Foreign bitches be on me
Got diamonds in my watch
I can’t tell what time it is

Play this song

[Intro: KRS-One]
Hey, I can’t find nothing on the radio
Yo, turn to that station

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it

[Verse 1: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the house and I called you out
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song on the radio
It makes me sad
I meant to turn it off
To say goodbye
To leave in quiet
See ya!
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey
Hup, hup

[Pre-Chorus: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show (Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide (Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes
Listen

[Verse 2: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
When I got to the show
Yo, ho, ho
I could tell that you had been crying, crying
It’s that same sing song and the DJ sucks
DJ sucks!
It makes me sad
I tried to turn it off
Turn it off!
To say goodbye, my love
That radio song
Hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey)

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
The world is collapsing around our ears
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
Yeah

[Ad-lib: KRS-One]
Yeah
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Hup, hup

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
I tried to sing along
But damn that radio song
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

[Refrain: Michael Stipe]
I’ve everything to show
(Everything to show)
I’ve everything to hide
(Everything to hide)
Look into my eyes, listen to the radio
I turned up the radio, but I can’t hear it
No, I can’t hear it

[Interlude: Michael Stipe and KRS-One]
Hey, hey, hey
Say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Let me do that with you
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, boom!
Hey, hey, hey
Say what, say what, say what?
Hey, hey, hey
Check it out!

[Outro: KRS-One]
What are you saying? What are you playing?
Who are you obeying day out and day in?
Huh! Baby, baby, baby, baby
That stuff is driving me crazy
DJs communicate to the masses
Sex and violent classes
Now our children grow up prisoners
All their lives, radio listeners!