Patte fliesst – Azet songtexte prod by Lucry

Songtexte Azet – Patte fliesst

Papa hatte einen Unfall, ich war grade funf
Mein Fundament war weg; was ich sage, stimmt
Funf Kilo Gras auf der Waage stimmt
Drogen, Habib, ansonsten nix im Magen, stimmt
Alles am Arsch, ja, na klar, dass Mama weint
Dreh’ ich durch, rennst du weg, jag’ dich durch die Walachei
Yallah, bye! Alles oder Knastgitter
Jungs auf der Jagd, Geld in der Nacht wittern – was, Dicker?
Zieh dich ab, mir egal, ob du korrekt warst
Ich baller’ in dein Knie, akhi – Dresden-City-Gangsters
Die Waage unterm Bett hat kein’n Bock mehr
Mach bisschen Patte mit Rap, doch mit Ott mehr
Deine Gangster, ich kenne schon
Bitte nicht so viel reden am Telefon, ich fick’ dich auf Trenbolon
Ticken bis Ende, Bro, Handschelle klick
Und du auf einmal vor dem Haftrichter sitzt.(patte fliesst)

Patte fließt, schrei’n laut: „f*ck the police!“
AMG vor dem Haus ist das Ziel
Schusse fall’n, du horst auf, wenn du siehst
Bleib ein Bandit
Patte fliesst, schrei’n laut: „f*ck the police!“
AMG vor dem Haus ist das Ziel
Schusse fall’n, du horst auf, wenn du siehst
Bleib ein Bandit.

Lelele, KMN, leleleeee
Meine Gang, lelele
KMN, lelele, eh
Lelele, KMN, leleleee
Meine Gang, lelele
KMN, lelele, ehhh.

Auf einmal hat alles kein’n Sinn, lala
Dieses Geld macht mich blind, lala
Es gab nix, ich hab’ alles schon vertickt, lala
Machte dich alter, schau mir ins Gesicht, Mama
Es tut mir leid, aber heut nehm’n sie mich mit, Mama
Konnten nicht aufhor’n, Uhr aus dem Handschuhfach
Roli am Arm im Trainingsanzug von Adidas
Rein in den Keller, verpackten das Kokain
Fur unsre Laufer, Kanaken in Mokassin
Manche machten es fur Nasenziehen – Crystal Meth
Aber meine Jungs fur den AMG CLS
Kurse fallen, Kopffick, ich regel’ es
Voll bewaffnet, doch ich box’ dir die Zahne weg.

Goldketten, dicke Batzen machen – easy
Doch davor muss Mama lachen, Habibi
Habibi, Habibi, Habibi.

Patte fließt, schrei’n laut: „f*ck the police!“
AMG vor dem Haus ist das Ziel
Schusse fall’n, du horst auf, wenn du siehst
Bleib ein Bandit
Patte fließt, schrei’n laut: „f*ck the police!“
AMG vor dem Haus ist das Ziel
Schusse fall’n, du horst auf, wenn du siehst
Bleib ein Bandit.

Lelele, KMN, leleleee
Meine Gang, lelele
KMN, lelele, ehhh
Lelele, KMN, lelele
Meine Gang, lelele
KMN, lelele, ehhh.
Azet songtexte
Video fliesst

An ihnen vorbei – Bonez Mc songtexte

Songtexte Bonez Mc – An ihnen vorbei

Flasche Rum auf der Theke
Meine Jungs an der Seite
Keiner sucht hier Probleme
Wir suchen lieber das Weite
Und werfen Geld durch die Gegend
Als war’n es wertlose Scheine
And’re Werte, die zahlen
Wenn du weißt, was ich meine.(an ihnen vorbei)

Nicht alles, was glanzt, ist Gold
Die Kette ist Diamant, die Uhr ist Messing
Spots von mir und meinem Team auf deinem Sechzehn-Zoll
Millionen Views in deinen Arsch; sag, wer uns brechen soll.

Die Palmen sind jetzt aus purem Gold
Sie kommen, weil es lauft wie Usain Bolt
Fur die Neider sechsstellig auf der Bank
Fur die Feinde sechs Schuss im Colt
Alle kommen sie mit „Ehre“, davon glaub’ ich nada
Können tun sie nix außer labern, ah
Frag’ mich, wie es geht, bau’ mir das Leben, tanz’ Lambada
Genieße es mit Chips und Champagner
Eine Hand am Beat, ’ne Hand am Mic, ’ne Hand am Para
Mein Alfa liegt tief auf der Strada
R-A, Camora, dein Vater
Kleine, schreib mir nicht auf Instagram
Ich mach’ mich strafbar, ahhh.

Flasche Rum auf der Theke
Meine Jungs an der Seite
Keiner sucht hier Probleme
Wir suchen lieber das Weite
Und werfen Geld durch die Gegend
Als war’n es wertlose Scheine
And’re Werte, die zahlen
Wenn du weißt, was ich meine.

Montag Abend, trinke Wodka ohne Grund
Hab’ noch tausend Euro ubrig, meine Tochter will ein’n Hund
Mit der Bankkarte gezogen und auf einma’ war sie weg
Aber ist mir scheißegal, die Nacht war einfach zu perfekt
Wir sind zugedröhnt am Schweben
Komm, lass die Hurensöhne reden
Und ich hab’ noch so viel’ Plane
Goldene Zahne, Freudentrane auf mein Leben.

Werd’ nie vergessen, wie es fruher war
Der Tursteher sagt: „Nein, du kommst hier nicht rein.“
Und heute spiel’n sie meine Lieder da
Laufe mit Jogginghose an ihnen vorbei
In den Charts einfach an ihnen vorbei
Autobahn, linke Spur – an ihnen vorbei
„Stehen bleiben, Polizei!“ – ich lauf’ an ihnen vorbei
An ihnen vorbei.

Flasche Rum auf der Theke
Meine Jungs an der Seite
Keiner sucht hier Probleme
Wir suchen lieber das Weite
Und werfen Geld durch die Gegend
Als war’n es wertlose Scheine
And’re Werte, die zahlen
Wenn du weißt, was ich meine.

Werd’ nie vergessen, wie es fruher war
Der Tursteher sagt: „Nein, du kommst hier nicht rein.“
Und heute spiel’n sie meine Lieder da
Laufe mit Jogginghose an ihnen vorbei
Werd’ nie vergessen, wie es fruher war
Der Tursteher sagt: „Nein, du kommst hier nicht rein.“
Und heute spiel’n sie meine Lieder da
Laufe mit Jogginghose an ihnen vorbei
In den Charts einfach an ihnen vorbei
Autobahn, linke Spur, an ihnen vorbei
„Stehen bleiben, Polizei!“ – ich lauf’ an ihnen vorbei
An ihnen vorbeiii.
Bonez Mc songtexte
Video vorbei

Started from the bottom – Sftb – Spongebozz songtexte

Songtexte SpongeBozz – Started from the bottom

Started from the bottom
Da, wo ich herkomm’, gibt es keine Badepromenaden, sondern Stahlbetonfassaden
Lass’ AK-Geschosse hageln, zwanzig Jahre – Loch im Magen
Gleicher Traum – ich bin allein mit meiner Ma gekomm’n im Wagen
Brain wird weggeblasen, wenn wir Planktonhazeknolle atmen
Und die kriminelle Bahn gelegt durch Krabbenkokanasen
Cash auf Schwarzgeldkonten stapeln
Mein Stiefvater war Koksticker, macht Bares aus den Bubbles, Kilos Ware auf dem Wagen
Dafur Jahre auf ihn warten
Sie hatten Schaden davon getragen, ich war sechs, die Seele schwarz und voller Narben
Deshalb damals schon cold-blooded
Jede Nacht betete meine Mama: „Gott bewahre“, wenn ich Magnumtrommeln lade
Heut 75k CDs ohne ein’n Radiosong vermarkten
Dicker, niemand dachte, dass wir in ‘ner starken Woche charten
Mit Capri_sonne starten, um den Status Gold zu jagen
Ob ich’s schaffe, wird sich eines Tages offenbaren.

Started from the bottom
Kalaschnikows geladen, lasse Stahlgeschosse hageln
Started from the bottom
Startete von unten, um den Status Gold zu jagen
Started from the bottom.

JBB 2013, Qualifikation
Schwamm am Mikrofon – Diskussion spaltet die Nation
uber Nacht ‘ne Million’n, ratter’ im Takt Silben wie Kalaschnipatron’n
Rapp’ von Bikini Bottom, Planktonweed und Koks
Zu viel’ Fehlinvestments, ich musste mein Money wieder hol’n
Voller Hass und Aggression – Angriff auf den Thron
Massen sind krass am blow’n, jetzt soll Sunny wieder flow’n?
Der beste Fuffi meines Lebens: die Maske bei Amazon
Mafiaattitude, per Hand Mimik wie Pantomime
Tickte weiter Planktontuten anonym im Schwammkostum
Ihr seid heiß auf meine Identität
Kids analysier’n jeden Videoframe, um mich in ‘ner Spiegelung zu sehen
Es hieß, SpongeBOZZ dreht am Osnabrucker Bahnhof wie Sun Diego
Rappt die Parts so wie Sun Diego, Chucks sind schwarz wie bei Sun Diego
Bezahlte Videos durch Yayo, nie geblasen fur ein Demo
Zu schade fur mein Ego, started from the Bottom wie’n Torpedo.

Started from the bottom
Damals hart in Kommentaren, heut bei Capri sonne blasen
Started from the plbottom
Startete von unten, um den Status Gold zu jagen
Started from the bottom.

Die Szene liegt im Krankenhaus gebrochen
Denn sie hat die Meldung „zwanzigtausend Boxen“ wie ‘ne blanke Faust getroffen
Das Rezept ist: weiter, obwohl sie nicht an dich glauben, droppen
Dann kann dich auch nix stoppen
Nie ein A&R gewesen
Aber schlau genug, das Biz ohne Labelerfahrung eben auf Majorbasis zu regeln
War kein Marketingbiest
Aber jahrelange Erfahrung im Straßenvertrieb – simple Mathematik
ubertrag’ das Prinzip aufs Musikspiel vom Streetspiel
Ich behandelte Vertriebsdeal wie’n Weeddeal
Damals wollte niemand investieren in Spongie
Also nahm ich bei Soulfood ‘ne halbe Mio auf Kombi
Zwischen Rapbattles mit Applechefs Geschäftsessen, kein Management
Selber den Stress gehandelt, Denta-Gangstarap auf Nextlevel
Denn „echter Selfmademan“ heißt kein’m Labelchef ein’n Prozent schenken
Bei mir blieb mehr an ‘ner CD häng’n als nach Peppsessions
Morgens Meetings wegen Pressung von CDs
Abends Meetings wegen Pressung von dem Schnee
Hab’ die Hoodscheiße satt, schreib’ die Hooklines bei Nacht
Fick das Rapgame! Ich bin ein Hybrid aus Suge Knight und Pac
Hab’ mein Leben weggeschmissen, um hier jeden wegzuficken
Jeder macht ‘ne Show, Verräter macht auf Bro
In der Trainingsjacke Blow, dieses Leben macht mich cold
Bitch, das Einzige, was fur mich zählt, ist Media Control.

Started from the bottom, now we here
Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin’ here
Zwanzig Jahre Loch im Magen, um heut „Masel tov“ zu sagen
Started from the bottom
Startete von unten, um den Status Gold zu jagen
Started from the bottom
Ein G, der die gold’ne Platte jagt
Bikini-Bottom-Mafia
Heut regnet’s Krabbenkokanasen
We started from the.., started from the bottom
Bottom, bottom
Bottom, bottom
Bottom, bottom
Started from the bottom
Bottom, bottom
Bottom, bottom
Bottom, bottom.

Sie dominier’n mit Stanniflows die Hitlist, nur Junkiehoes im Business
Scheine regnen in die Labelkassen – money over bitches
Und heute muss ich nicht mehr verticken, Drogen verpacken
Dank der ersten Rapmillion’n auf Nickelodeons Nacken
Mit der Prämiere die Szene gebangt, zerlegte die Konkurrenz
Meine CD geht Topten, aber dann kommt die BPjM
Sie schickten mir Post, denn sie wollen nicht, dass mein Planktonweed bluht
Ich schlief in der Schallschutzkabine fur mein Albumdebut
Wegen „A.C.A.B.“ die Kritik und Meinung verdrängt
Der Antragsteller war sogar der Polizeipräsident
Per Gericht aus dem Handel
Zehn Jahre Blut, Schweiß und Trän’n, um nach sechs Monaten auf dem Index zu landen
Dein Sohn war Dealer, doch wollt’ Mama stolz machen mit Rap
Und als Erfolge kamen, nahmen sie mein’n Goldstatus weg
Prophezeih’ jetzt den Krieg, Koks und Nine in den Jeans
Auf der Kugel steht dein Name, Polizeichef Berlin.

Started from the bottom
Der Staat will Spongie schaden, nimmt die Ware aus dem Laden
Started from the bottom
Startete von unten, um den Status Gold zu jagen
Started from the bottom.

Damals Dope auf den Streets, heute Flows auf den Beats
Ich hab’s nicht mehr nötig, doch verkauf’ das Coke aus Prinzip
Mit sechs besucht’ ich Dad im Knast, mit zwanzig Start als Koksbaron
Karmarotation – wie der Vater, so der Sohn
29. August, Schicksalsstunde
Bin fast gestorben beim Recorden von der King-Final-Runde
Egal, der Schmerz im Gehirn wird bis es fertig wird vom Herz ignoriert
Weil ein God of Battle eher stirbt als erbärmlich verliert
Ruckrunde, in zwei Wochen Videoabgabedeadline
Ich schrieb den gesamten Text liegend im Krankenbett
Und heute sticheln sie in Songs mit circa zwanzigtausend Klicks
Damals hab’ ich sie noch halbtot aus dem Krankenhaus gefickt
2014 woll’n sie Druck mit Mordanschlägen machen
Ist es Zufall, dass gleichzeitig beide Vorderräder platzen?
Wegen Neid, Fame und Geld
Frau am Steuer und daneben sitzt mein zweijähriger Nel – highway to hell
Sie geh’n nachts ans Auto, währenddessen schreib’ ich grade Phrasen
Fur Kleidung, etwas im Magen und die Einrichtung zu zahlen
Schlangen schleimen auf der Straße
Lächeln ins Gesicht, doch hinterm Rucken Reifensabotage, ich weiß nicht, wer sie waren
Denn im Umfeld sind Ratten aus den dunkelsten Schatten
Doch sie mussten es schaffen, weil sie’n Schutzengel hatten
Blutrache, find’ ich heute die Täter
Denn zwischen Gutenachtlied und Knast liegt ‘ne 9mm.

Started from the bottom
Zwanzig Jahre Loch im Magen, um heut „Masel tov“ zu sagen
Started from the bottom
Startete von unten, um den Status Gold zu jagen
Started from the bottom.

Ich musste aus ‘nem zerbrochenen Elternhaus am Tiefpunkt starten
Alleinerzieh’nde Mum, ständig war Dad im Bau – Familiendram’n
Leerer Bankaccount, doch Miete zahlen
Durch ihren Exmann auch Kredite zahlen – sie war ‘ne Kämpferfrau seit vielen Jahren
Deshalb funf Uhr morgens Fensterbau bei Minusgraden
Danach Videodrehs, pumpte den Gangstersound in Tiefgaragen
Weedplantagen, Dealermargen
Sagte meiner Mutter: „Das sind Gelder aus Profitanlagen.“
uber Nacht ‘ne Mio Klicks auf Videoclips
Aber dafur kilometerweit voll eingequetscht in ‘nem Clio zwischen Stativen beim Giodiss
Machte mit Plankton fur die Miete meines Studios Geld
Kein Streetcinema – damals war alles do-it-yourself
Kein Budget, deshalb in der Nachbarschaft verticken
Und trotz selbstgebautem Kameraequipment noch geschafft, alles zu ficken
Bad to the Bones, friss die Tecmunition!
Was du rappst fur den Thron? B*tch, ich rapp’ fur mein’n Sohn!

Started from the bottom, now we here
Started from the bottom, now my whole team fuckin’ here
Zwanzig Jahre Loch im Magen, um heut „Masel tov“ zu sagen
Started from the bottom
Startete von unten, um den Status Gold zu jagen
Started from the bottom
Ein G, der die gold’ne Platte jagt
Bikini-Bottom-Mafia
Heut regnet’s Krabbenkokanasen
We started from the .., started from the bottom
Bottom, bottom
Bottom, bottom
Bottom, bottom
Started from the bottom
Bottom, bottom
Bottom, bottom
Bottom, bottommm.
Spongebozz songtexte
Video bottom

The Fall – Not Your Dope lyrics

Lyrics Not Your Dope – The Fall

I don’t go chasing miracles, no
That’s not how my story goes
You could be my hero before I let you go.(the fall)

Cause I don’t go chasing fairy tales, no
That’s not how my story goes
I’ve been down this road before, I’ve seen the fall
And I won’t fall for you.

I’ve been there, I’ve been there before
Don’t want to fall for you
So less heart and more thought can’t lose
No I won’t fall for you
No I won’t fall for you.

And I won’t fall for you.

I don’t get lost in fantasy, no
That’s not how my story goes
Every time I’ve let you in, you’ve let me down
And the people who say that it’s magical know
That’s just how their story goes versuri-lyrics.info
Tell me if I let you in, will you be my fall?
No I won’t fall for you.

I’ve been there, I’ve been there before
Don’t want to fall for you
So less heart and more thought can’t lose
No I won’t fall for you
No I won’t fall for you.

And I won’t fall for you.

I’ve been there, I’ve been there before
Don’t want to fall for you
So less heart and more thought can’t lose
No I won’t fall for you
No I won’t fall for you.

No I won’t fall for youuu.(the fall)
Not Your Dope lyrics
Video fall

Ansel Elgort – Thief

[Chorus]
Call me a thief
There’s been a robbery
I left with her heart
Tore it apart
Made no apologies

[Verse 1]
I’ve been living in the darkness
Shadows in my apartment, heartless
Taking love just to spill it on parchment
Next page and I’m out again
I’ve been living in the night life
Lips hit you like a drive by, frost bite
Ice cold, I mean they cut you like a sharp knife
Next page and I’m out again

[Pre-Chorus]
Skin on my skin, what a wonderful sin
Take your breath but you’re asking for more
The tip of my finger is tracing your figure
I say good night and walk out the door

[Chorus]
Call me a thief
There’s been a robbery
I left with her heart
Tore it apart
Made no apologies
Just call me a thief
She was on top of me
Then I left with her heart
Broken and scarred
Made no apologies

[Verse 2]
We can be so hollow
Like my rib cage, the echoes follow
Follow me like the fears I swallow
And drown in all my mistakes
All I know is that your skin bled
Like the ink dripped from my pen
My bed will be drenched in a scarlet rose red
And drown in all my mistakes

[Pre-Chorus]
Skin on my skin, what a wonderful sin
Take your breath but you’re asking for more
The tip of my finger is tracing your figure
I say good night and walk out the door

[Chorus]
Call me a thief
There’s been a robbery
I left with her heart
Tore it apart
Made no apologies
Just call me a thief
She was on top of me
Then I left with her heart
Broken and scarred
Made no apologies

[Bridge]
Girl you better just lock me up
Because I’ve never been good enough
So you better just lock me up, lock me up
Girl you better just lock me up
Because I’ve never been good enough
So you better just lock me up, lock me up

[Pre-Chorus]
The tip of my finger is tracing your figure
I say good night and walk out the door

[Chorus]
Call me a thief
There’s been a robbery
I left with her heart
Tore it apart
Made no apologies
Just call me a thief
She was on top of me
Then I left with her heart
Broken and scarred
Made no apologies

[Outro]
Girl you better just lock me up
Because I’ve never been good enough
So you better just lock me up, lock me up
Girl you better just lock me up
Because I’ve never been good enough
So you better just lock me up, lock me up

MUNA – I Know A Place

[Verse 1]
I knew
When you told me you don’t wanna go home tonight
And you tried to just shrug it off when I asked you why
Somebody hurt you
Somebody hurt you
But you’re here by my side
And I knew
Cause I can recall when I was the one in your seat
I still got the scars and they occasionally bleed
Cause somebody hurt me
Somebody hurt me
But I’m staying alive

[Pre-Chorus]
And I can tell
When you get nervous
You think being yourself
Means being unworthy
And it’s hard to love
With a heart that’s hurting
But if you want to go out dancing

[Chorus 1]
I know a place (ooh)
I know a place we can go (yeah)
Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon
Lay down their weapon
Just give me trust and watch what’ll happen
Cause I know (ooh)
I know a place we can run (yeah)
Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon
Lay down their weapon
Don’t you be afraid of love and affection
Just lay down your weapon

[Verse 2]
Right now
It’s like you’re carrying all the weight of your past
I can feel the bruises, yellow, dark blue, and black
But baby they’re bruises, only your body, trying to keep you intact
So right now
I think we should go get drunk on cheap wine
I think we should hop on the purple line
Cause maybe our purpose is to never give up when we’re on the right track

[Pre-Chorus]
And I can tell
When you get nervous
You think being yourself
Means being unworthy
And it’s hard to love
With a heart that’s hurting
But if you want to go out dancing

[Chorus 1]
I know a place (ooh)
I know a place we can go (yeah)
Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon
Lay down their weapon
Just give me trust and watch what’ll happen
Cause I know (ooh)
I know a place we can run (yeah)
Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon
Lay down their weapon
Don’t you be afraid of love and affection
Just lay down your weapon
(Lay down your weapon)

[Bridge]
They will try to make you unhappy
Don’t let them
They will try to tell you you’re not free
Don’t listen
I, I know a place where you don’t need protection
Even if it’s only in my imagination
I, I know a place we can go
Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon
Lay down their weapon
Just give me trust and anything can happen

[Chorus 2]
Cause I know (ooh)
I know a place we can go (yeah)
Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon
Lay down their weapon
Just give me trust and watch what’ll happen
Cause I know (ooh)
I know a place we can stay (yeah)
Where everyone gonna lay down their weapon
Lay down their weapon
Don’t you be afraid of love and affection
Just lay down your weapon

Zac Brown Band – My Old Man (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
He was a giant
And I was just a kid
I was always trying
To do everything he did
I can still remember every lesson he taught me
Growing up learning how to be like my old man

[Verse 2]
He was a lion
We were our father’s pride
But I was defiant
When he made me walk the line
He knew how to lift me up
And when to let me fall
Looking back, he always had a plan
My old man

[Chorus]
My old man
Feel the callous on his hands
And dusty overalls
My old man
Now I finally understand
I have a lot to learn
From my old man

[Verse 3]
Now I’m a giant
Got a son of my own
He’s always trying
To go everywhere I go
Do the best I can to raise him up the right way
Hoping that he someday wants to be
Like his old man

[Break]

[Chorus]
My old man
I know one day we’ll meet again
As he’s looking down
My old man
I hope he’s proud of who I am
I’m trying to fill the boot of my old man

[Outro]
My old man

ZAYN – I Don’t Wanna Live Forever (Acoustic)

Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you’d call
It’s just a cruel existence like there’s no point hoping at all
Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day
Give me something, oh, but you say nothing
What is happening to me?
I don’t wanna live forever, ’cause I know I’ll be living in vain
And I don’t wanna fit wherever
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I’m sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind
Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life, oh
Baby, baby, I feel crazy
Up all night, all night and every day
I gave you something, but you gave me nothing
What is happening to me?
I don’t wanna live forever, ’cause I know I’ll be living in vain
And I don’t wanna fit (fit, babe) wherever (wherever)
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places
Baby, baby, I feel crazy
I see you around in all these empty faces
Up all night, all night and every day
I’ve been looking sad in all the nicest places
Give me something, oh, but you say nothing
Now I’m in a cab, I tell ’em where your place is
What is happening to me?
I don’t wanna live forever, ’cause I know I’ll be living in vain
And I don’t wanna fit wherever
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
I just wanna keep calling your name until you come back home
Until you come back home

The Knocks – Worship (feat. Mnek)

I’ve made my decision, you are my religion
And I’ve been praising for hours
So don’t leave me lonely, this is my testimony
Oh, baby, you’ve got the power

You make me believe in god, baby
Whenever I’m next to you, all I want to do

I wanna worship you
Can I testify?
Treat your body like a temple
Oh loving you so gentle
I wanna worship you

I’ve made my decision, you are my new religion
There ain’t no doubt about it
So don’t leave me lonely, what you give is so, so holy
I wanna praise, scream and shout

You make me believe in god, baby
Whenever I’m next to you
All I want to do
I wanna worship you
Can I testify?

Stormzy – Big For Your Boots

[Hook]
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I’ve got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth

[Verse 1]
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it
Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ
Bro’s in my ear saying "Stormz, don’t do it"
Devil on my shoulder, I don’t lack
Hit ’em with a crowbar, I don’t scrap
Even when I’m sober, I’m so gassed
Say you ride but there’s no car and no mash (what you talking ’bout?)
Clown, stand down
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
You were never bad then, you ain’t bad now
Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Said fuck that, I can’t wear those
I don’t like them, they’re not my ting
They went silent, they’re all weirdos
Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
Fuckries, tell ’em don’t do it, don’t dare
Don’t care who you know from my block
You’re not Al Capone, you’ll get boxed
They can take my car and my creps
I’ll still do the road in my socks
Like who’s gonna stop me? You? Him?
Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
Don’t be an idiot, move smart
I’ve been killing it, new king
Niggas ain’t ready for my new stuff
You’re a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
Ith mad, that’s a family ting, straight family ting
Dem man are broke, no salary ting
Had a peng ting called Amy
Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
#Merky, academy ting
Coming like art in a gallery ting
Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but

[Hook]
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I’ve got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth

[Verse 2]
I’m too hot
Drug money in my shoebox
I’m the man of the house and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from the stew pot
Mandem go sick when my tune drops
Little man, that’s a Hublot, not a Hublot
What? Pronounce it right, you prick
I go mad, yeah, I’m down to die for this
I don’t care, bro, I’m down to pipe your chick
Mad stressed so I’m bound to light my spliffs
Wait, I’m bound to ride for Flipz
Real Gs gonna ride around to this
Man, I’ve got no time to write a diss
I never left my 9 to 5 for this
Wasteman ting
I don’t care what rave man’s in
I came here to relax but if it gets mad
Mek a young boy take man’s tings
Try tell me I’m way too big to rebel?
Nah, man, you’re never too big to rebel
I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
Rudeboy, you’re never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl
Salute to my sister as well
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum’s bit
Man, I’m getting way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Man, I’ve got grown men @ing me bullshit
You’re getting way too old for the timeline
You’re getting way too old for a diss
Should’ve looked after your kids
Get out the booth, go home to your son
It’s never too late to commit
It’s like man love put my name in a bar
Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
This year, I learnt how to take care of business
Next year, I’ll learn how to play the guitar

[Hook]
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth, look
You’re getting way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot
Kick up the yout
Man know that I kick up the yout
Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth

Snakehips & MØ – Don’t Leave (Gryffin Remix)

[Intro]
Love you better than me

[Verse 1]
You know me
Now and then, I’m a mess
Please don’t hold that against me
I’m a girl with a temper and heat
I know I can be crazy

[Pre-Break]
But I’m not just a fuck up, I’m the fuck up you need
I don’t hear nobody when you focus on me
Perfectly imperfect, yeah, I hope that you see
Tell me you see

Don’t leave
Shut your mind off and let your heart breathe
You don’t need to be worried
I may not ever get my shit together
But ain’t nobody gonna love you better

Don’t go
What we have here is irreplaceable
No, I won’t trade this for nothing
I may not ever get my shit together
But ain’t nobody gonna love you better than me

[Break]
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me

[Verse 2]
In a room full of people with you
I don’t see anybody else, no
When we fight, and you’re right
So sorry, I make it just so difficult

[Pre-Break]
But I’m not just a fuck-up, I’m the fuck-up you love
We ain’t like nobody else, tell me so what
Perfectly imperfect, yeah, baby, that’s us
Baby, that’s us
‘Cause I know that you’ve been thinking ’bout it

Don’t leave
Shut your mind off and let your heart breathe
You don’t need to be worried
I may not ever get my shit together
But ain’t nobody gonna love you better

Don’t go
What we have here is irreplaceable
No, I won’t trade this for nothing
I may not ever get my shit together
But ain’t nobody gonna love you better
But ain’t nobody gonna love you better
But ain’t nobody gonna love you better than me

[Break]
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me
Love you better than me

SahBabii – Pull Up Wit Ah Stick (feat. Loso Loaded)

[Pre-Hook]
She loyal to the M.O.B
Poured a couple Cappos and 100 fucking dons
Call up Slaughter Gang you’ll get yo shit popped
Dracco wit ah Drum this bitch ain’t never gone stop
We on that 9th Ward Shit
Slaughter Gang Shit brings throw shit It’s the mob bitch
We got M.O.B tides you just on our dick
Pull up wit ah stick and ya pussy’s gettin hit

[Hook]
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , Fuck a friend
Bitch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin

[Verse 1: Sahbabii]
Free O murder Mob Shit
Big Sticks Get Gettin kept
Thought she was dancing on the dick that’s the clip
We gone shoot up in the air you gettin hit
This GF , we ain’t clickin up wit shit
Got ya hoe screaming "woeee woeee woe"
My verses seein, we gone "floww flow flow"
And you know we been having shit
All of these niggas is average
Swallow my dick just like a brisk
We 25 hundred no athrawrist so many blue strips
My pocket look like a crip
Throw up the pansents
Fuck nigga have it
Oh i’m mobbin you starvin
You a victim I’m robbing

[Pre-Hook]
She loyal to the M.O.B
Poured a couple Cappos and 100 fucking dons
Call up Slaughter Gang you’ll get yo shit popped
Dracco wit ah Drum this bitch ain’t never gone stop
We on that 9th Ward Shit
Slaughter Gang Shit brings throw shit It’s the mob bitch
We got M.O.B tides you just on our dick
Pull up wit ah stick and ya pussy’s gettin hit
And ya pussy’s gettin hit

[Hook]
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , Fuck a friend
Bitch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin

[Verse Two: Loso Loaded]
Free O murder
Mob shit Purp Gang dats my gang
Loaded Family, nigga ain’t no way i’m chang
Get the commas , get the cash , do the numbers
I been grinding all summer gettin dat lumber
Pull up we takin shit pull up we lay that shit down
You know we ain’t basic bitch
Pull up on yo hood wit dem rounds
My wrist is on a 10
I’m in dat benz I let her get in No i ain’t her friend
Loso Loaded coming straight out the jungle
Loso Loaded coming straight out the dirty
Loso Loaded get that check on the 30
Loso Loaded get that check on the 1st
Crime paid did a lot that i chose
I’m slaughter gang , nigga draped up in gold
Head Cap yea it came wit da kit
Base Loaded nigga i’m on my shit
Burning Rubber on a purpdrokit
Pull up wit a stick and i let it hit
I pull up wit a stick and i let it hit
I pull up wit a stick and i let it hit

[Hook]
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
Pull Up Wit da Stick let it hit
I put this on the team , Ima end
This life no beginning , Fuck a friend
Bitch i’m wit da mob, You can’t get in
We committed seeing
Free my niggas in the Pin
Free O murder…

Rag’n’Bone Man – Grace

[Verse 1]
Said I loved you without hesitation
So easy for you to break my foolish heart
Now I wonder if you ever speak my name
Will I always be defined by my mistakes?

[Chorus]
In the eyes of a saint I’m a stranger
We’re all trying to find a way
At the death of every darkness there’s a morning
Though we all try
We all try
We’re all one step from grace

[Verse 2]
I made myself believe
There was no fight left in me
But redemption doesn’t fall down at your feet
In the half light
We raised a hand to my defeat
And I watched the world fall
And I rebuilt it piece by piece

[Chorus]
In the eyes of a saint I’m a stranger
We’re all trying to find a way
At the death of every darkness there’s a morning
Though we all try
We all try
We’re all one step from grace

[Bridge]
I wonder why we give up on love
When it’s always within reach
You and I, we suffered this enough
We all try
We all try
We’re all one step from grace

[Chorus]
In the eyes of a saint I’m a stranger
We’re all trying to find a way
At the death of every darkness there’s a morning
Though we all try
We all try
We’re all one step from grace

Khalid – Shot Down

[Verse 1]
You’ve been here before, surrounded in the cold
You take me to places I’ve never known
And you push me to places I’ll never go
I would die for you
Tell me the truth
Am I all that you would need?
If we’re keeping it a hundred, you’re all that I need for me
From the jump until forever from now, I would ride for you

[Chorus 1]
You got me shot down by love
You got my heart now
Why won’t you stop now?
Oh I’ve been knocked down by you
You got my heart now
Why won’t you stop now?

[Verse 2]
I’ve been through it whole
I’ve been through the worst
But I never knew how much our love could hurt
Over my family I put you first
Riding on my feelings is the only thing that work
I don’t hear from the friends I thought were mine too
But I hold on to the poems I would write you
Happy seventeen, I saw us two and you saw three
I guess our lines are structured like a haiku

[Chorus 2]
You got me shot down by love
And you got my heart now
Why won’t you stop now?
Oh I’ve been knocked down by you
And you got my heart now
Why won’t you stop now?

[Bridge]
Knocked down, knocked down
Knocked down, knocked down
Knocked down
Knocked down

[Chorus]
I’ve been shot down by love
You got my heart now
Why won’t you stop now?
I’ve been knocked down by you
And you got my heart now
Why won’t you stop now?

K.Flay – Black Wave (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
Black wave coming, will it hit?
I can taste the fear, yeah, it’s written on my lips
Sipping on a cold one, waiting on the rinse
Woke up with an omen tatted on my wrist
Black wave coming, will it drop?
I can see the fear, yeah, it’s written on the wall
Who you gonna trust when the killer is the cop?
Fire in my bloodstream, water in my lungs

[Chorus]
Waiting on a black wave, running in a rat maze
Shaking in my own cage, what do I believe, I believe?
Waiting on a black wave, living under bad days
Shaking in my own cage, what do I believe?
Stumbling down the street
I swear to God, you don’t wanna test me
Don’t test me

[Verse 2]
Black wave blocking out the sun
Baby, when you go down, ain’t no coming up
Thought that you were safe but nobody ever was
Choking on a diamond, poison in your lungs
At the end, guess we’re all just animals
At the end, is it all just greed?
When the ocean crash down, who you gonna call?
Hold your breath, hold your breath, counting 1, 2

[Chorus]
Waiting on a black wave, running in a rat maze
Shaking in my own cage, what do I believe, I believe?
Waiting on a black wave, living under bad days
Shaking in my own cage, what do I believe?
Stumbling down the street
I swear to God, you don’t wanna test me
Don’t test me
Don’t test me

[Bridge]
How did a girl like me end up in a world so mean?
How did a girl like me end up in a world so mean?

[Outro]
Don’t test me
Don’t test me
Don’t test me

Fly Ty – Large Bag (feat. Offset & Jadakiss)

[Hook: Fly-Ty]
I cut the small talk, I just need all cash
You got the small ones, I need that large bag
I need a large bag (bag)
I need a large bag (bag)
I get a large bag
I get a la-la-large bag

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
No we don’t do bottles, unless it’s a few cases
Make more sleep D’usse rugs throwing a few Ace’s
Might have been better off voting for Trump, at least he a true racist
You know that large bag is what I want, now fill it with blue faces
I’m in that new spaceship, no we don’t do fake shit
I got my Cuban on my Sky-Dweller like 2 bracelets
I need a large bag
I got some large plans, try not to rush shit though
I leave it in God’s hand
Used to sell hard grams, took it the whole keys
Some niggas got killed other niggas came home parolees (I see it)
I throw up the white flag, tell me why y’all mad (why)
Cos I don’t need no time, I need a large bag

[Hook: Fly-Ty]
I cut the small talk, I just need all cash
You got the small ones, I need that large bag
I need a large bag (bag)
I need a large bag (bag)
I get a large bag (bag)
I get a la-la-large bag
You heard that we got it in
Heard that we ship it out
Cash or delivery
I need a la-la-large bag
I need a large bag
I need a large bag (bag)
I need that large bag (bag)
Get to that large bag

[Verse 2: Offset]
I need a bag that’s bigger than me
She want a bag and she wants some weed
Better get down and suck me to sleep
Or go on the road with a pound of the keys
Woo woah this shit is not free hoe
I get this money so easily nigga I’m ballin’ on niggas like free throw, tell my shooter check the peephole
Don’t-don’t get this shit started, diamonds hittin’ and they lookin’ retarded
Ay, I’m a true artist, and the young nigga gotta keep the guard up
Ay, you niggas is starving
Ay, I’m Marvin the Martian, pull up with lambs and park it
Go to the jeweler on frostbit
Please excuse the shooters, I beat up the pot and I bruise it
We bosses and plus we exclusive, I don’t touch but it’s still gon’ be movin’
I am not with all that cool shit, you had the money, how you lose it?
I bought a mansion and a cruise ship, keep switching my cars like confused

[Hook: Fly-Ty]
I cut the small talk, I just need all cash
You got the small ones, I need that large bag
I need a large bag (bag)
I need a large bag (bag)
I get a large bag (bag)
I get a la-la-large bag
You heard that we got it in
Heard that we ship it out
Cash or delivery
I need a la-la-large bag
I need a large bag
I need a large bag (bag)
I need that large bag (bag)
Get to that large bag

[Verse 3: Fly-Ty]
I get a large bag
These niggas all mad
They jacking our swag, hit that hoe and don’t call back
100 thou on my collar, I’m trying to catch me an M
I’m tryna cop a new Wraith, I finna tray in a benz
Imma bout to fill up the safe, I move a brick in a day
Don’t give a fuck bout a hoe, they just be trickin’ away
Rollies should not make a sound, yours be ticking away
Quarter-mill on a wrist, I just be flicking away
I got a large bag, [?] give it away
These niggas be feeling a way, cos niggas go broke every day
I just be feelin’ myself, Balmain’s no belt
All strength no weakness, no handouts no help

[Hook: Fly-Ty]
I cut the small talk, I just need all cash
You got the small ones, I need that large bag
I need a large bag (bag)
I need a large bag (bag)
I get a large bag (bag)
I get a la-la-large bag
You heard that we got it in
Heard that we ship it out
Cash or delivery
I need a la-la-large bag
I need a large bag
I need a large bag (bag)
I need that large bag (bag)
Get to that large bag

Fetty Wap – Way You Are (feat. Monty)

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need and more baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk and
And I like the way you are and
Won’t let you get too far and
To me you are a star and
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Verse 1: Monty]
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Dominican
We could take a trip to the Caribbean
Ain’t her first time, she got experience
One night stand, ain’t nothin’ serious
Lookin’ so fancy, fancy
Prolly taste like candy, candy
Pullin’ on your panties
Got me like, "This can’t be," thinkin’ bout a plan B
You see when I’m whippin’?
Catch you when you slippin’
You’re the one I’m missin’
I just wanna see you, somewhere I could meet you
I would never leave you
Damn you lookin’ perfect
Louis V purses, I go out and purchase
I be thinkin’ of you, put no one above you
Damn, I think I love you

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
I Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need and more baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk and
And I like the way you are and
Won’t let you get too far and
To me you are a star and
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Zoovier!
It’s summer when I see you, hot as hell, you know it, girl
Know I tell you this sometimes, but you know I need ya girl
Takin’ off in the Range, feel like Johnny Cage with my shades
She’s a fireball, Liu Kang
Makes me feel like she really fucks with me
Ayy, put her trust in me
Sharin’ all her love with me
Yeah, she make it seem like she my dream type
Yeah, what you mean like? See this cream, right?
Yeah, he a bitch nigga, get the green light, ay
Pour an 8, baby get the lean right
Yeah I’m a rich boy, not the scheme type
Yeah doin’ shit only seen in dreamlights
Yeah I got bands fallin’ out my jeans, right
Yeah, I’m the man, just take a chance, I will appreciate it
I’ma make you feel good and feel appreciated
I’ma show up on time, she can’t believe it, made it, yeah
And livin’ life so good, can’t believe we made it, yeah

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything
Just wanna make you smile when you’re with me
Type of shit that I’m on
And I got cash
She like the way them diamonds sit on her arm
We hit the dash and we be kickin’ shit to the morn’
And she is everything I need and more baby, ayy
‘Cause I like the way you walk and
And I like the way you are and
Won’t let you get too far and
To me you are a star and
I love it when I see you, ayy
Ayy, you can catch me when I breeze through, baby
Ayy, you are everything, I need you babe
And money don’t mean everything, yeah babe

[Outro: Fetty Wap]
I like the way you are
Way you are, way you, way you are
I like the way you are
Way you are, way you, way you are

Ab-Soul – Evil Genius (feat. Teedra Moses & Javonte)

That’s just a snare; don’t be afraid of the snare

I’m an evil genius, disobedient, villain you hate to love
Mischievous, mysterious, miscellaneous
Used to make love to complex simplicity all the time
Now she my star and I’m her sky and I ain’t afraid to die
I don’t give a fuck!
I’m Young Mind (I don’t give a Fuck)
I’m Young Mind (I don’t give a Fuck)
I’m Young Mind (I don’t give a Fuck)
I’m Young Mind (I don’t give a Fuck)

Indecisive, enlightening, frightening idol with the light Sensitive Eye of the Tiger, fire flame
Dylan times 5 by the way
Skydiving tidal waves
Writing rhymes and oxygen
Scribing sonnets silently
That inspire men and brightening environments
That I have not been in
Obviously opting not to sing songs in sobriety
Subsiding the poison imploding our society
Functioning addict with clammy hands
Leaking my paraphernalia everywhere
Told Lori I’ll never do coke again, but she did what she did
And I’m here again, I ain’t pointing no fingers
I’m still a man
No, I’m more than that
You would know if you scrolled through my older tracks
I’m just the Romeo mourning his Juliet
Hadid incomplete without Lou Reed
And do me a favor and save all that satanist shit
You pagans gone pay for this shit
I studies theology, ancient philosophy, astronomy, astrology The current state of the economy
Washington D.C, fossils and dinosaurs
The origin of our species
Monatomic gold
Flowers grown in feces
Christ Conscious, Pishon, mocking Jesus
The chicken came before the eggs, the thesis
I bet she’s an…

Evil genius, disobedient, villain you hate to love
Mischievous, mysterious, miscellaneous
Used to make love to complex simplicity all the time
Now she my star and I’m her sky and I ain’t afraid to die
I don’t give a fuck!
I’m Young Mind (I don’t give a Fuck)
I’m Young Mind (I don’t give a Fuck)
I’m Young Mind (I don’t give a Fuck)
I’m Young Mind (I don’t give a Fuck)
I’m Young Mind Fuck
I’m Young Mind Fuck
I’m Young Mind Fuck
I’m Young Mind Fuck

Heaven is missing its angel of fire
Your passion is needed right here on this earth
When the Lord calls for you after you die
I’ll wait past my lifetime for you to return
You be my star
I’ll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
And when I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine

Mila J – Fuckboy

[Hook]
I don’t, want you
To fuck yo, dawg too
Yeah I think I’m sorry, just a little bit
Feel a lil’ guilty, I can live with it
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you, no
‘Cause of the fuckboy you are
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I don’t, fuck with you now
Can’t give a, fuck what you thought, damn
Make me think back to when you came up to me saying
"You’re a, dime baby"
"What’s your sign, baby?"
"You should be"
"Mine-I-I-Ine, Mine-I-I-Ine"

[Pre-Hook]
Got me fucked up
Yeah we all swear this nigga got me fucked up
Don’t know what you want, do you see her?
I’ma put ya bums on a poster

[Hook]
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you, no
‘Cause of the fuckboy you are
I don’t, want you
To fuck yo, dawg too
Yeah I think I’m sorry, just a little bit
Feel a lil guilty, I can live with it
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you, no
‘Cause of the fuckboy you are

[Verse 2]
Oh lord, oh my god
How did I end up with this motherfucking fraud?
He’s saying to me
"Say that you love me, you’re playing with me"
Trying to be
Loving, you ain’t never been
Tryna say that you in love but you ain’t never been
You a lie, and you know you a lie, don’t deny

[Pre-Hook]
Got me fucked up
Yeah we all swear this nigga got me fucked up
Don’t know what you want, do you see her?
I’ma put ya bums on a poster

[Hook]
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you, no
‘Cause of the fuckboy you are
I don’t, want you
To fuck yo, dawg too
Yeah I think I’m sorry, just a little bit
Feel a lil guilty, I can live with it
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you babe
You know I don’t fuck with you, no
‘Cause of the fuckboy you are
Yeah, yeah

Lil Durk – Internet (feat. Young Thug)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Pussy boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ rap checks
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
You a killa with a gun emoji
And yo’ baby daddy been a goofy
They bossin’ over Cali, eatin’ sushi
Brown Yeezys on me, color dookie
Took a (?), wanna hang me
In the trenches where I’m famous
Bank broke, that’s the same shit
Switch-a-roo that’s the same shit
Snap me threads like I’m worried ’bout ’em
Fineese his ass, got the syrup out ’em
20k for a 16
He ain’t never got a verse out ’em
The other side we ain’t worried ’bout ’em
Tell them bitches we don’t care about ’em
Hit the bank get some bills out it
Hit the hood with Benz Matic
She wanna suck me ’til my kids fall
Cut her off like a jigsaw
Suck me up, face eggnog
‘Lil Durk but I’m a big dawg
Twitter niggas wanna kill me
Instagram wanna kill me
Snapchat wanna kill me
Periscope wanna kill me (Gang!)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Pussy boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ rap checks
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Lil Durk]
I’m drinkin’ Act, not no Similac
Used to be broke, you remember that
My diamonds cold like December back
In the back of the hoe like a centerback
Why would you run with the purple bag?
Man I was just riding with that loud pack
I got four hoes, I’m that type of man
Man I gotta take me a (?)
You got a fat ass, she gon’ shake it
I don’t want no fat on yo’ waist, yeah
You talkin’ that shit on the ‘Gram
It’s never same thing that it’s tagged me in yeah
You on Snapchat goin’ crazy
I fuck around goin’ in brazy
Ain’t nobody seein’ yo’ Facebook
That shit movin’ slow as the Matrix
Fuck around and take her to the basement
Fuck around and blast on yo’ face, yeah
Fuck around and clear this place, yeah
Fuck around and buy my spaceship
I’m chargin’ 100 bands a date
You can invade my space, yeah
Tough talkin’ we ain’t in to that
(Pussy boy you ain’t been a threat)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ rap checks
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet

Fabolous – Goyard Bag (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro]
Yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah
Goyard bag with a hundred yeah
And I know why you mad cause I’m stuntin’ yeah
Say I know I know why you mad cause I’m stuntin’ yeah
Wakin’ up on the hills right on Runyon yeah
Smokin’ on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
Like call my private chef hold my stomach in
Yeah I like ’em fried, she like ’em sunny eggs

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Oh, those some runny eggs
I might flex around the world and then I start again
I might flex around your girl and then I fuck again
And the funny thing is you gon’ cuff again
Yeah I advise you
Stop all the hatin’ and you’ll make it too
Like I done had a situation but I made it through
I paid 1000 for these shoes, for my Yeezy cuffs too

[Hook: Fabolous]
Got the drop top runnin’ for the summer yeah, ay
Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah
And I know why you mad cause I’m stuntin’ yeah
Say I know I know why you mad cause I’m stuntin’ yeah
Wakin’ up on the hills right by Runyon yeah
Smokin’ on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
Like I’m a private chef, cook for money yeah
Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Look I just think shorty like my go hard swag
Turn my brown bags to a Goyard bag
My son told me keep makin’ these old farts mad
He said you drive this foreign like a go-kart dad
Spittin’ like they got it, they on that mission
Lookin’ different when you see ’em rappers catfishin’
Either Barney’s, Neiman Marcus, so we Saks Fifthin’
Always makin’ movies but we never act different, no
Never changed up I just leveled up
And I watch the gold diggers pick they shovels up
Watchin’ thirsty niggas try to pick my beverage up
Never spoke on ’em, I won’t bring the devil up, no
Sometimes sayin’ nothin’ sayin’ somethin’
When your money talks now you’re sayin’ somethin’
Ay if you ain’t get a message that’s a message
Look y’all know who the freshest of the freshest

[Hook: Fabolous]
Got the drop top runnin’ for the summer yeah
Goyard bags full of hundreds yeah
And I know why you mad cause I’m stuntin’ yeah
Say I know I know why you mad cause I’m stuntin’ yeah
Wakin’ up on the hills right by Runyon yeah
Smokin’ on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
Like I’m a private chef, cook for money yeah
Hey white and yellow gold just like sunny eggs

[Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’ve been talkin’ to my idol
I’ve been talkin’ to my idol
Nowadays I feel like I’m my own idol
Scratch her off the list like a vinyl
Real girl, I don’t really like her
I just really wanna just spike her
Yeah, yeah, you know I night ya
Hope ya wasn’t thinkin’ I’ma wife ya

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Got the drop top runnin’ and I got guap comin’
Now we eatin’ garlic noodles and they not Top Ramen
I’m not just laid up with a baddie, got some slop top from her
Studio all winter just to drop hot summers, yeah
(I be in my bag with no travel
Let you be the judge, get the gavel
I think if I want you I can have you
Every time I pull up on the avenue)

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah
Goyard bag with a hundred yeah
And I know why you mad cause I’m stuntin’ yeah
Say I know I know why you mad cause I’m stuntin’ yeah
Wakin’ up on the hills right on Runyon yeah
Smokin’ on that gas, smell like FUNYUN yeah
Like call my private chef hold my stomach in
Yeah I like ’em fried, like ’em sunny eggs

[Outro]
Fab – So I’m in my bag? I’m back in my bag now or what?

Girl – Nah you in your Goyard bag now

Fab – Told ya I was gonna get back to it, know what I’m sayin’? I just wanted to let you know like I appreciate you like havin’ faith in me like and giving me that talk cause I was going to do it for a minute and you know I mean I just needed somebody to let me know it’s time to level up. Like stop playing out here

Girl – It’s all good real ones might fall back but they don’t fall off

Two-9 – By The Hour (feat. Fatkidsbrotha, Key!, Jace & Curtis Williams)

[Verse 1 – LightSkinMac11]
Said it’s pits on the fence in case I catch a ‘fense
And I’m never on the porch case them boys are broke
And them boys talking down hanging by a rope
Baby blue pit had to show ’em the ropes
Never s**t where you eat, baby boy you gotta know
Every ho that’s a freak ain’t green to go
Nowadays hair retarded, doing something with their throats
Gotta be 21, you won’t catch me in court
Open suitcase, n***a O.T
Don’t front dawg, s**t get UFC
Don’t front dawg, ever I see you
You’ll need an IV if ever I see you

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 2 – Cartier Dave]
To me, less is more, pay attention to detail
N****s (?) be bed but they be frail
Type you caine with the cuts like a weak scale
But I mean well, this Cartier smelling like Chanel
Got her browing back bouquets like she wear a veil
With my foe like crusade, b***h you know ’em well
And if bro get locked today know I got his bail
And these words that I say got diamonds in the mail
East side n***a with more bars than Rice Street
Got this b***h on go, now her ex want to fight me
Call that b***h a plumber, she be right where the pipe be
I been hustling all summer, now my bank account Nike

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 3 – Curtis Williams]
Talking down about the gang then we gon’ cause a scene
F**k you for the culture n****s, Two-9 been a team
Ain’t ask for help boy, I did this s**t my damn self
So when I get it I’ma spend this s**t my damn self
Need more than just an eighth or two
Hope you ain’t bring no date with you
Get around the gang, I promise that she will not stay with you
These p***y n****s got a lot to say
I need a crib that’s in the hills, yeah that’s a lot to pay
So I got a lot to make, these n****s hella fake
Won’t say s**t to your face, back up and give me space
Yeah, uh, I’m counting money by the hour
Make it by the hour, spend it by the hour

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

[Verse 4 – Jace]
I got power like the lights so I’m on start
All my money fast but I’m on bars
Free that boy Bobby, f**k a dumb charge
Do the same for my dawgs, Two-9 no gun boy
So east side it’s a god damn shame
They angry ’bout it, I don’t know a god damn thing
I am too cool, I am three hot
I’m little three on (?) in oh-four and oh-five
F**k your intel, you just telling lies
I got (?) like the tide, they smell when I’ve arrived
Send the clips in overdrive, I can’t even lie
Do a line and sip a line, say I did it for the god
Boy don’t play with mines

[Hook/Chorus – Key!]
Playing with my money, you’s a goner
S**t get weird, Dennis Rodman
Pack a n***a’s play, Iguodala
Talking ’bout money, give me router
Young n***a I get paid by the hour
Spend a young man, this s**t’s mine, it ain’t ours
Man I got pull, I got power
Man I got pull, I got power

Kevin Gates – Time For That

Do you think I’ll ever need you love more than you need me?
Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see
Cause I done had too many come around and change on me
She screamin’ please don’t waste my time
I say I totally agree
See girl I’m fine with that
I done gave my watches away, ain’t got no time for that
Askin’ where’s my heart, good luck findin’ that
How long could I see her round still think I’m timin’ that
Think I’m still timin’ that

Pretty teeth with a nice demeanor
I’m in a rush, it was nice to meet ya
Collard shirt, no elongated T’s, cheaper to be yourself
Ain’t no wrong way to be, accomplished a lot
Came from the block, ambitious in the trenches
I got a long way to reach
Sorry if I was offensive, but not at all
You got to pardon me at times, okay problem solved
When I hear the word can’t take it like a challenge
I don’t understand why the hell I can’t have it
Help me understand why the hell I can’t have it
I was blessed with a swag and I ain’t braggin’
Insecurities get covered with designer fashion
If I’m not intimidatin’ tell me why you’re bashful
If you not feelin’ what I’m sayin’, sorry for the hassle
But if you leavin’ here with me it’ll be fantastic

Do you think I’ll ever need you love more than you need me?
Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see
Cause I done had too many come around and change on me
She screamin’ please don’t waste my time
I say I totally agree
See girl I’m fine with that
I done gave my watches away, ain’t got no time for that
Askin’ where’s my heart, good luck findin’ that
How long could I see her round think I’m still timin’ that
Think I’m still timin’ that

Ain’t no relaxin’, they pillow fightin’ on the sofa
Not at all my main focus though I was hopin’
Pull your hair, kiss it soft while you bendin’ over
After that we could shower and I could hold ya
Havin’ deep conversation and now you open
Pretendin’ that I was asleep while you on the phone
Listen to you tell your girlfriend how I stroke it
Only that it was a fool I already know it, mind blowin’
Phone rang bout to go, is you rollin’
Playin’ poker no cards, throwin’ hands exposin’
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, slow motion
Kicked out of everywhere, expulsion

Do you think I’ll ever need you love more than you need me?
Show me your true colors girl, I just want to see
Cause I done had too many come around and change on me
She screamin’ please don’t waste my time
I say I totally agree
See girl I’m fine with that
I done gave my watches away, ain’t got no time for that
Askin’ where’s my heart, good luck findin’ that
How long could I see her round think I’m still timin’ that
Think I’m still timin’ that

Desiigner – Tiimmy Turner

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brrrrraght
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Git, git, git, git
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little Timmy Turner

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
[Verse 1]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
Young boy walkin’, wishin’ for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on ’em
Ten niggas with them, chains clappin’ on ’em
Dead niggas with ’em, dead niggas, get ’em
Four-five’s with ’em, four-five’s hit ’em
You talk money, young niggas with ’em
Young niggas get ’em, ballooning, ballooning, ballooning
I fell in love with the Ruger
I been in love with my jewelery
I been in love with the mula
Banana clips going through ya
I buy them all, I buy them all, I buy them all

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

[Verse 2]
Timmy, Timmy Turner
Gettin’ rich, buy a burner
Young nigga movin’, he chemical farmer
You gettin’ hit nigga, live at the honor
Chopper moving, nigga both wanna
You get hit down at Four Summers
I got niggas from the dead to win it
Chopper proof, nigga pour the window
You be choked out, go on and get it
Hit a nigga, ’bout to roll the semi
‘Bout to blow again
Feelings all about Xan
Pockets all about women
All of them winnin’

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace

[Beat Switch]

[Hook]
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He be wishin’ for a burner
To kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Fine bitch on BET
Hottie, why ain’t you fuckin’ on BET wildin’ for wallet?
Kill everybody walkin’
He throwin’ his soul on the furnace
Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner

Steely Dan – Fm

Worry the bottle Mamma, it’s grapefruit wine
Kick off your high heel sneakers, it’s party time
The girls don’t seem to care what’s on
As long as it plays till dawn
Nothin’ but blues and Elvis
And somebody else’s favorite song
Give her some funked up muzak, she treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae, she’ll love you twice
The girls don’t seem to care tonight
As long as the mood is right
No static at all
There, there, no static at all
Give her some funked up muzak she treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae she’ll love you twice
The girls don’t seem to care tonight
As long as the mood is right
No static at all
There, there, no static at all

Green Day – Bouncing Off The Wall lyrics

[Verse 1]
Concrete dream, hey!
I’m gonna make a scene radio
Caught burning gasoline, sleeping in reverse,
And everybody’s bouncing off the walls.

Bombs away, hey!
It’s just another day,
And I don’t tread.
The secret of the day,
I wouldn’t sweat it
And everybody’s bouncing off the walls.
I’m bouncing off the walls!
Alright!

Concrete kiss, hey!
Come on and do the twist, radio.
My little exorcist, we’re all getting pissed,
And everybody’s bouncing off the walls.

[Chorus]
‘Cause it’s all that I want,
And I want to be free,
I got Satan riding next to me.
‘Cause we’re all bloody freaks,
And we’ll give you the creeps,
Chasing fireflies and zeroes!

‘Cause it’s all that I want,
And I want to be free,
I got Satan riding next to me.
‘Cause we’re all bloody freaks,
And we’ll give you the creeps,
Chasing fireflies and zeroes!

Green Day – Bang Bang lyrics

[Intro]
“This is definitely not the first video to surface of an execution. “
“…of men, they claimed responsibility for the executions. “
“Described as severely mentally disturbed.”
“It appears to show another hostage executed by the terrorist group.”
“Deserve to be annihilated.”

[Verse 1]
I get my kicks and I wanna start a rager,
I wanna dance like I’m on the video.
I got a fever for the violent behavior,
I’m sweatin’ bullets like a modern Romeo.

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame!
Shoot me up to entertain,
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
You’re dead, I’m well fed!
Give me death or give me head,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

[Verse 2]
I testify like a lullaby of memories,
Broadcasting live and it’s on my radio.
I got my photobomb, I got my Vietnam,
I love a lie just like anybody else.

[Chorus]
Bang, bang, give me fame!
Shoot me up to entertain,
I am a semi-automatic lonely boy.
You’re dead, I’m well fed!
Give me death or give me head,
Broadcasting from my room and playin’ with my toys.
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

[Bridge]
I wanna be like the soldiers on the screen,
It’s my private movie (holy war).
Oh baby, baby, this is Viva Vendetta,
Oh this is love or it’s World War Zero.

[Chorus]
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.
I wanna be a celebrity martyr,
The leading man in my own private drama.
Hoorah, bang, bang, hoorah, bang, bang, the hero of the hour,
Daddy’s little psycho and mommy’s little soldier.

Lady Saw – Answer To Shaggy (it Wasn’t Me) lyrics

Aight that’s it (What’s wrong)
I’m tired…tired of the same shit over and over and over again
(C’mon girlfriend talk to me)
I’m takin’ this shit to the court (Why?)
I’m takin’ the house; I’m takin the kids (uh huh)
He can have the Volvo, but that fucking Jag is mine
(Oh sure girlfriend, sure, sure)

Babe came in and she caught me red handed.
Could you believe I caught my man red-handed
Screwin that s*** next door (What!)
Picture them being both buck naked
Bangin’ on the bathroom floor (Oh damn!)

What could he be thinking
Can’t believe that he can hit that????
Girl my guard hit the floor
I was so mad I couldn’t even speak (It’s simple!)

Underwear on the counter (son-of-a-bitch)
They left stains on the sofa (son-of-a-bitch)
She left her weave in the shower (son-of-a-bitch)
See I got them on camera (son-of-a-bitch)

Could you believe I caught my man red-handed
Screwin that s*** next door (Damn!)
Picture them being both buck naked
Bangin’ on the bathroom floor (Nasty!)

What could he be thinking (uhhhh)
Can’t believe that he can hit that???? (Uhhhh)
Girl my guard hit the floor
I was so mad I couldn’t even speak (Girlfriend!)

Look how you treat him like a king, him nuh fi lift a pin
Take him for every penny that him ever earn
Nuh take the bag of sweet talk, prepare fi walk de walk
Make him know this is a lesson whey him have to learn
Like the clothes a make de burn, tell him a fi you turn
All when him a dead, a fi you fi concern me
Nuh care him have no right, fi bring him a gyal a night
A yah so if you done argument, it adjourn

Underwear on the counter (son-of-a-bitch)
They left stains on the sofa (son-of-a-bitch)
She left her weave in the shower (son-of-a-bitch)
See I got them on camera (son-of-a-bitch)

I saw her kissing his shoulders (son-of-a-bitch)
Him juke it and him flip it ova (son-of-a-bitch)
I heard the scream get louder (son-of-a-bitch)
Now this relationship is over

Could you believe I caught my man red-handed
Screwin that s*** next door
Picture them being both buck naked
Bangin’ on the bathroom floor

What could he be thinking
Can’t believe that he can hit that????
Girl my guard hit the floor
I was so mad I couldn’t even speak

Tried to tell me he was sorry for the pain that he’s caused
I’ve been listenin to his reason it makes no sense at all
Tried to act like he was sorry for the pain that he’s caused
Girl, he thought he was a player
But he wasn’t at all

Could you believe I caught my man red-handed
Screwin that s*** next door (???? ????)
Picture them being both buck naked
Bangin’ on the bathroom floor

What could he be thinking
Can’t believe that he can hit that???? (Uhh!)
Girl my guard hit the floor
I was so mad I couldn’t even speak

Green Day – Still Breathing lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m like a child looking off in the horizon,
I’m like an ambulance that’s turning on the sirens,
Oh, I’m still alive.
I’m like a soldier coming home for the first time,
I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine,
Oh, I’m still alive.

[Pre-Chorus]
Am I bleeding?
Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage,
So far away, away

[Chorus]
Cause I’m still breathing,
Cause I’m still breathing on my own!
My head’s above the rain and roses,
Making my way, my way.
Cause I’m still breathing,
Cause I’m still breathing on my own!
My head’s above the rain and roses,
Making my way, my way,
My way to you.

[Verse 2]
I’m like a junkie tying off for the last time,
I’m like a loser that’s betting on his last dime,
Oh, I’m still alive.
I’m like a son that was raised without a father,
I’m like a mother barely keeping it together,
Oh, I’m still alive.

[Pre-Chorus]
Am I bleeding?
Am I bleeding from the storm?
Just shine a light into the wreckage,
So far away, away

[Chorus]
Cause I’m still breathing,
Cause I’m still breathing on my own!
My head’s above the rain and roses,
Making my way, my way.
Cause I’m still breathing,
Cause I’m still breathing on my own!
My head’s above the rain and roses,
Making my way, my way, my way…

[Bridge]
As I walked out on the ledge,
Are you scared to death to live?
I been running all my life,
Just to find a home that’s for the restless,
And the truth that’s in the message,
Making my way, away, away.

[Outro]
Cause I’m still breathing,
Cause I’m still breathing on my own!
My head’s above the rain and roses,
Making my way, my way.
Cause I’m still breathing,
Cause I’m still breathing on my own!
My head’s above the rain and roses,
Making my way, my way, my way…
Cause I’m still breathing,
Cause I’m still breathing on my own!
My head’s above the rain and roses,
Making my way, my way,
My way to you.

Green Day – Revolution Radio lyrics

[Verse 1]
Scream, with your hands up in the sky,
Like you want to testify
For the life that’s been deleted.
Sing, like a rebel’s lullaby,
Under the stars and stripes
For the lost souls that were cheated.
We will be seen but not be heard.

[Chorus]
We are Revolution Radio,
Operation “No Control”,
And the headline “My love’s bullet proof”.
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline,
Debutantes in surgery,
And the headline “Legalize the truth”.

[Verse 2]
Give me rage, like there’s teargas in the crowd,
Do you wanna live out loud?
But the air is barely breathing.
Rise, of the slums to the obsolete,
The dawn of the new airwaves for the anti-social media.

[Chorus]
We are Revolution Radio,
Operation “No Control”,
And the headline “My love’s bullet proof”.
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline,
Debutantes in surgery,
And the headline “Legalize the truth”.

[Bridge]
We will be seen but not be heard,
We are the songs of the disturbed.

[Chorus]
We are Revolution Radio,
Operation “No Control”,
And the headline “My love’s bullet proof”.
Give me cherry bombs and gasoline,
Debutantes in surgery,
And the headline “Legalize the truth”.