Mary J. Blige – Strength Of A Woman

Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
And we keep giving and giving and giving and that’s the
It’s impossible
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do

And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do (I am woman)
All the pain endured to give life
Never claiming to be something I’m not
Strength of a woman (what I do)

How can life go on without me here?
Can’t hold us back
I am woman, you know (I am woman, you know, you know)
I am woman, you know
I am woman
That’s what God made me for, you ain’t gotta build by yourself
I am woman
How can life go on without me here?
Strength of a woman
I am woman
Is the, I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep

And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
We’re the trees left standing through the storms of life
I am woman, you know (you know)
Not tryna take over, I just want my spots
Is the (the strength) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
And we keep giving and giving and giving and that’s the

We’ve come so high and we’ve come so far
We’re the wisdom like a guiding light
Strength of a woman
Don’t want what’s yours, just want what’s mine
I am woman, you know
I am woman, you know (I am woman, you know)
I am woman
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
I’m a woman, hear me out
Strength of a woman
You got your pride, don’t let it make you blind

Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
Strength of a woman
Not saying move over, I’m just here to help
Don’t need to be walking behind, you’re better with me by your side
And I shouldn’t have to prove it ’cause it’s just what I do
Is the (is the) I’ll be the rock when you needed the pill for your sleep
Strength of a woman (I am, I am)
It’s impossible

All the pain endured to give life

The Weeknd – Secrets

Lust from your eyes
My love, my love
I see that you’re not mine
And I know that you want him too
It’s a lie, a lie
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
You told me that you left it all behind
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
Those guys, those guys
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep
I catch you every time
I hear the secrets that you keep
In your lust, your lust
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
I catch you every time
I hear the secrets that you keep
My love, my love
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
My love, my love
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
You can’t hide it
Every time you close your eyes
I can see the lust in your eyes
It’s a lie, a lie
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
I realize, we’re divided
You tell me I’m the only one
the… Wipe…
In your lust, your lust
My love, my love
I hear the secrets that you keep
I hear the secrets that you keep
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
Every time you close your eyes
Everybody here wants you
I ask you what your heart desires
When you’re talk, talkin’, talkin’
Behind
When you’re talkin’ in your sleep
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep
I hear the secrets that you keep
You can’t be the one
You told me not to worry ’bout
I hear the secrets that you keep, keep, keep

Plies – Real Hitta (feat. Kodak Black)

Keep a bank in my pocket, call me Plies Fargo
I’m Sniper Gang baby, I got more stripes than the Navy
Pull up on ya ass with a bag just like I’m Santa
I’m a real hitta, so every pistol I got it ain’t on safety
I’m a real deal sniper, ya knaaa mean?
I be hustlin’ so hard I lose track of the days
These lil’ niggas tryna come up, only reason they diss me
[Verse 3: Plies]
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
Talkin’ one that got a bag and drop that rod like a killa
Plies, Kodak
That lil pussy was so sorry, I call it minimum wage
I get ya hair done so much they start to think you a beautician
I’m talm bout like being cuffed by the boss and not the runner
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
(I wanna know)
And ain’t nothin’ changed because I motherfuckin’ made it
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
You ain’t never fucked a nigga that had this much cheese
Name saved up under Febreze cause she ain’t got no smell
And you gotta thank God everyday he be lettin’ you be with me
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
And if I ain’t call ya back then bae I’m gettin’ to that money
‘Fore I take it in, I got to catch me one more sell
[Outro: Kodak Black]
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
And word around town, he bagged a nigga but he didn’t
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Plug name Julio but he don’t play for Atlanta
Treat you like the mailman, make you come once a day
I can hit it from the back, ain’t got to hold my breath
Yea, yea
No real nigga
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye
[Verse 1: Plies]
But you gotta pray for me cause these niggas be hatin’ in my city
[Verse 2: Kodak Black]

Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
Biggest thing he ever did for you was take you to Chili’s
(I wanna know)
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
I know yeen never been with no real hitta

Ya last man he was petty, tell him I said so
Sex game undefeated, think I’m 100-0
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
Baby I’m a certified smacker
Have you ever made love to a real hitta
The only millionare you know that wear Dope Boy Ree’s
(I wanna know)
I done came back from pissin’ inside the Trump Hotel
Yea, dat way
All these hundreds on me got me startin’ to look like a scammer
Yea, a nigga that’s always in the field
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
Ya last man bought you Bebe but I’ll buy you Givenchy
I’m a real hitta, I’m a real nigga, ima treat you like a lady
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby
Baby you know I’m out here in these streets, I gotta get it
I’ma get in that lil pussy like I’m just gettin’ outta prison
Yea
I don’t go nowhere for free, if you got a check I’ll go
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
But ima come through, and ima fuck ya like the police lookin’ for me
I’ma love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

‘Fore you leave this earth baby you better getchu a hitta
I’m probably gettin’ money if I ain’t call ya, baby

I’m talm bout like, a nigga dat really got a sack though
If I ain’t on the corner, I’m in the ‘yo, bae I be busy
Probably finessin’, probably out here drug dealin’
Have you ever made love to a real hitta ?
[Intro: Plies & Kodak Black]
Ima love you like I might die tomorrow, aye

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
All that ass she got back there startin’ to look like a pamper
Yea, I just wanna know…
I’m just tryna run you crazy like they tried Kanye

H.E.R. – Every Kind Of Way

I’m gonna love you in every kind of way
Holding me closer than we’ve ever been before
[Outro]
Stay here forever, babe

I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
All night
I wanna love you
Your kiss
[Verse 1]
And on me
I’m gonna love you in every kind of way
You’re here with me
If the world should end tomorrow, then we only have today
This ain’t a dream
Better than a harmony
I’m gonna love you in every kind of way
I’ll never get up
I wanna love you in every kind of way
Give you all, give you all of me

‘Cause I need it
For you, I wanna take my time
I wanna love you in every kind of way
I wanna love you
I want you off my mind
I gotta love you
Baby, the sound of you
I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
When you need it
[Verse 2]

[Chorus]
I wanna please you, no matter how long it takes
[Chorus]
I gotta love you
Boy, it don’t get no better than you
I wanna fall like your favorite season
I wanna love you in every kind of way
It don’t get no better than this

Bebe Rexha – The Way I Are (Dance With Somebody) (feat. Lil Wayne) (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

Every time she dance it’s exotic
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
I know her body inside, out science
Ooh, but I still wanna dance with somebody (Tunechi)
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
Bloody noses, speeding cars
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney

I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna stand right behind it

Gonna live it up, ’cause it’s dangerous

Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
No, I don’t wanna play the part (Amen)
(Tunechi) It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody (yeah)
Heaven knows we love the thrill
I just wanna dance with somebody
I’m the God I just want a goddess
I just wanna dance with somebody (Mula)
Can’t dance but kinda grind ’em
It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
I just wanna dance with somebody

You can dance, I’mma watch your body
I just wanna dance with somebody (Amen)
Pop a couple xans with somebody
We can turn this dance floor to a island
Roll it up ’cause we so ill
So lets let all hearts bleed, ’til they turn to rust

Yeah, I be right behind her, spinal
I just wanna dance with somebody
Lethal doses, desperate hearts
I just wanna dance with somebody
I just wanna dance with somebody

I just wanna dance with somebody
Got a whole bedroom, on the private
I just wanna dance with somebody
Gotta use a bedroom for a closet
I just wanna dance with somebody
Don’t matter who you are, just love me the way I are
(Tunechi) It could be anybody, tell me, are you that somebody?
I just want a chance with somebody
No, I don’t wanna play the part
Throw a bunch of bands arms get tired
I just wanna dance with somebody
I’m sorry, I’m not the most pretty
Kiss both boobs right before I sign ’em
But I could never ever dance like Bobby

Daniel Caesar – We Find Love

Ever since the day that I met you
I see you walking out that door
And we fall down, we give up

Pieces all on the ground
And we fall down, we give up
We knew we’d come around
Ever since the day that I met you

What once was lost cannot be found out
What once was lost cannot be found out
Lets see how you like this song

This thing called love comes crashing down now
And we fall down, we give up
I knew you were the girl of my dreams

We find love, we get up
My world’s been spinning out of control

Heaven help us, heaven help us, yeah
But we could never be
You don’t love me anymore
Pieces all on the ground
We knew we’d come around
We find love, yeah, we get up

We find love, we get up
Lets see how you like this song
You don’t love me anymore
Find a place where you might belong
I just need you to hold
We find love, we get up
You need someone you adore
And we fall down, we give up
You don’t love me anymore
And we fall down, we give up
This thing called love comes crashing down now
We find love, we get up
Pieces all on the ground
We fall down, we give up
We find love, we get up
We’re on our own
What once was lost cannot be found out
Wonder why it took you so long
Lets see how you like this song
This thing called love comes crashing down now

We knew we’d come around

Curren$y – Example (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

I shook the dice and rolled
Bauss tha fuck up
Be someone, nigga
My dream’s to recognize the Ferrari’s heart

You think you know but ain’t sure
She rather see me make that 6-4 lean back
Never let ’em play you
Yeah
They look up the Jets
We heard yo shit and we laugh
Sucker? y’all stuck to them digits
We
I get busy
Reimburse me for payed dues
Uh machete sharp

For the day that I can kick ’em off
Shh, real
And
Relax
Wonder why I won’t eat with ya
Fuck ’em sideways, always until they pay you
Where
Uh
I tell you a secret if you can keep it
The money made me move
You can’t stop ma plane
Fool.

Sucker ass niggas cooking all kind of bullshit
Been yet
Some niggas like you who want to stay, shook but frozed
I am an example of what happens when you quit being afraid to gamble
Flow hippy, comfortable bean bags
Global domination ruling ma thoughts
That bitch saw that herb you twisting and she passed
Nigga you can’t do a thang
Haven’t
I said I quit smoking these beats but I relapsed
Running through my shoes

Curren$y – Audio Dope II (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Kangaroo pouch Louis Vuitton
So high tell my neighbors thought I moved out
What you gone do about it huh?
Spitta’
I got um runnin’ scared tryna catch up
Lames is your whole set
Audio dope
Yea.

And I ain’t talking bout practice no mo.
Make that loo somersault
Spitta’ get this whole shit jumpin’ like
Break your foot tryna kick it like I kick it
But that’s the game we in
But I don’t got time to be
Yea yea yea
(All around the world the same song
And they askin’ for mo is you back again?
Right back at it
Uh
Lemonade level vodka
Make music I’m steppin’ out
Call C.S.I.
Right back at it
And I ain’t talking bout practice no mo.
Yea yea yea
They not like me.
Greens rolled under the gazzibo
Roulette wheels in the casino
And then keep a straight face punk!)
57 heinz Gregory the dance legend
Yea nigga we track traffickin’
Fat max scammin’ off the top
We can get it crackin’ in here
The small things keep me different from these fools

I can do it on the dime
Money can be made out a rhyme
I ain’t fuckin’ with you at all
Like the Pilot get the pot
Now tell me that I ain’t got it
Yea yea yea
And I never left the house
Loaded bases bring my Team home I’m the great bambino
Fool
Musical Mafia
Cali buzz strong it’s that love phase gone
We can get it crackin’ in here
Badgamon playin’ Keno
Pull my draw strings
Keep my sweats off of my shoes
Audio Dope
That’s why they don’t like me
Uh
Audio Dope
Yea yea yea
When it’s game time show me to the stove
Yea yea yea

They askin’ for mo is you back again?
They askin’ for mo is you back again?
Yea yea yea
And they askin’ for mo is you back again?
When it’s game time show me to the stove
Me I’m like Lee
Audio dope
Uh
Because your boy stays gone
Like the Pilot get the pot
Rememberin’ my license
We track traffickin’
And restrictions in my moms car
In my trilla in between
Came a long way

Wastin’ every second
At a major event
Yea nigga we track traffickin’
We track traffickin’
Independent acrobatic
Best dressed in attendance
Please don’t recognize y’all
Kick the shit out the beat until it die
Kill yourself tryna live how I’m livin’
Sacrifice and hit the independent prolly not?
Sittin’ at the dock of the bay
I’m a dog mang keep my paws clean
Scenes got the feature girl from the video full of weed

Curren$y – King Kong (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Founder of a flyer society raisin’ the partition so the driver won’t bother me
Everybody around this bitch got money
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Yeahh… Jets Fool, Pilot Talk Nigga
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Women wishin for a position on either side of me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I

Holdin’ the title with the precision of a hunter’s rifle
25-8, goin ape for the cake nigga
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
[HOOK]
Yea, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Eagle droppings, fly shit, who gon’ stop him
On the grind I am like a quarterback attackin’ defensive lineman homie who gon’ block em
Build a villa in it, pimp that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Tearin thru the city
Fool, what you think you like me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
25-8, goin ape for the cake nigga
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
[HOOK]
Hopin’ for a free ride to the top with me
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
The view from my rockin chair you would not believe
[VERSE 2]
Your idol and your rival I be
We ain’t never gon run outta weed
Hollow a mountain out
[VERSE 1]
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

For slippin’ in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building

Yeah, look up

Spendin my cheese, smokin my broccoli
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city with my brother now I’m comin back for it
Tearin thru the city
Fuck around get popped like a collar
Uh, Closed minded lil’ children, I write my way to a million, lookin’ out the plane windows

Curren$y – Seat Change (feat. Snoop Dogg) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Snatchin’ bitches top of the building

Eagle droppin’ it’s the fly shit who gon stop him
Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
25-8 goin’ 8 for the cake nigga
Holdin’ the title with the precision of a Honda’s riffle

King Kong ain’t got shit on me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
With my brother now I’m comin’ back for it
Hopin’ for a free ride to the top with me
On the ground I am like a quarterback attackin’
For slippin’ in my city get bitten, chewed, swallowed
Yeah jets fool, Pilot Talk nigga,
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Tearin’ through the city
Billa villa in here, pimp that’s what I’m talkin’ bout
Your idol and your rival I be
We ain’t never gon’ run outta weed, yeah, look up
Fuck around get popped like a collar
Women wishin’ for a position on either side of me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Spendin’ my cheese, smokin’ my broccoli
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
King Kong ain’t got shit on me
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
Everybody around this bitch got money,
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I

Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the chopper tree
Snatchin’ bitches top of the building
Larger than life, they hate me because they ain’t me
Fall back baby girl let me get high chick
Defensive line men homie who gon’ block em
Yea, came up put it down for my set what I did Jets nigga
Upstate New York, Woodstock, Socrates
Tearin’ through the city
Founder of a flier society raisin a partition so the driver won’t bother me
25-8 goin’ 8 for the cake nigga
Fool, what you think you like me
I write my way to a million, lookin’ out the plane windows
Holla a mountain out
Closed minded lil’ children,
Wanna be pilots, get swatted out the sky around I
The view from my rockin’ chair you would not believe
A million miles from New Orleans, left the key to the city
King Kong ain’t got shit on me

Curren$y – Breakfast (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

And back to these underground rap dollas refused the majors
You think they like your haircut fair enough
Dis morning new york in this evening squintin’
And I’m eatin’ creepin’ with my side
Can’t catch me sleepin’ you ear hustlin muthafucka
Write that sickness my ink pen sneezin yancy thigpin
Live your life patna guess I can keep these two cents in my pocket
They can’t read him smilin’ money pilin’ I’m cheesin’ odometer
Brand motherfuckas odd numba’ you are not even on my level
They eyes and shit they can’t see him fly in the house
Bitch hope I don’t get caught cheatin’ New Orleans
Mama it’s either that or them strawberry colidas X-box web browser
Or stirred in da presence of those niggas herbs
They only after ya bread them fuckin’ birds
So cold with it protentcy of the beat is consistent
With the fact that most did it prolific not shakin’
Broken I ain’t know that I was speedin’ fast livin’ slow gin for these bitches
I got that game from my Pittsburgh niggas? Daniel son crane kick V Diablo 96?
And stayed real I kept my promise rolled bamboos in the Bahamas
Buzzin’ them bugs can’t be him eligible letters in my leger
Download or updated N.B.A. roster play?
Two game season condo full of snacks spitta not leavin’ off

Curren$y – Roasted (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

All blanks I’m unscaved untouched on my way to the bank wtf
That’s damn near I’m possible this game ain’t got rid of me yet
?
No lie I’m flyin’ I’m so roasted
The hearts of women melt
Get it crackin’ like lobsters ice vodka in the
This time around I’m ma give all till I’m gaspin’ for breath
When trilla lyrics are felt
They takin’ shots at the jets on some john woo movie shit
Tribeca and bubbies I’m enjoying a lemon press not that many made crap
Bring them through my ups and downs life is like a roller coaster
Niggas hate (fuck em) cause they know that we the best
Supervillian in the building I’m clearly a threat
It ain’t my fault I do this shit breakin’ a sweat
For tryna play spitta you shall forever remain with out a name
The more I smoke the smaller the doobie get
But I don’t know too many niggas with silent success
Seats butter boogets
Niggas been waiting on trade like whats the hold up
I fell of and I crawled and regaining my steps
You know what I rep and I’m one of the best
Lames know what I claim
Olympic swimming in bitches Micheal slash Leon Phelps
Been doing this here for a minute considered a vet
The weed we break it all down to get off the stress
It’s been a minute let me get with it as I roll up
Upset they all throw up my set from the sunroof of my car
High off this purple shit
My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up
They squeeze these lemons they selves
Living like a villain mostly
So I write it all down to get it off my chest
I’m just laid back chillin’ posted
Bitches crumbling nuggets I’m feeling lovely and blessed
A lot of niggas want me to fail cause they know that I’m next
Money bitches
High bread weed money tree slang for dummies
I stay silent on a lot of shit quiet is kept

Curren$y – Skybourne (feat. Big K.R.I.T.) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Guaranteed winner, then a go getta
You wanted something to look up to so ask for it
Survive at all costs put god ‘bove all things
Lord, got them hood niggas quotin my bars
This heavy kush, oh you got some too? Very good
Floatin’ inside, aquarium
Fuck it, I fast forward past yours,
Get money by all means,
That’s word from a bird and a fuzzy herb tree
Came through to conquer
They can’t catch us, Jet Setta’s
Compository sketches is all
With a grinder, we grinders, top rhymers
If you ain’t spending money then what did u call for
Yeah that’s him,

The game is a bitch and shawty she all choke
Box Chevy, no tint
Shine so the blinded don’t look twice
Plotted my climb since the homie played the black Lexus
True vision and the impeccable timing
Definers, drop gems so timeless
Let me lay down the rules,
Smoke Robinson, earl james, and George Kush
They lied money really do grow off trees, yes
Always above the rim like what do you ball for?
Talkin’ bout how a nigga smoke n maintain
Mississippi country bumpkin with nothin’ to loose
Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13’s
Gotta have 8 lungs to come puff with me

Reachin’ out for a smile like children and small folk
Mu’fuckas well-trained, on the low I be havin’ that high grade
I look good for the fuck, but baby it’s all spoke
And them bloggers like oh my gawd…
Burn like a C.D., get topped like Z.Z.
We killin’ this since contra
Flow like agua and I’m cold like a ski beat
Round table eatin’ pasta like mobsta’s
Eight grams nigga fuck with me
No sponser and I’m smokin’ on a mini launcher
Fly tell that you ain’t heard that from me
I jointed the mile high club somewhere over Texas
I fall Short, pimpin’ women with small shorts
Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash
I told em put it all on spitta
I don’t blow Reggie Bush, neva’ would
My Fresh don’t it look nice
Ain’t gotta go no where, I already came here with it
Make a killin’ off sour D
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
ain’t the same pimp so naw you don’t look right Yo D.N.A.

Curren$y – The Hangover (feat. Mikey Rocks) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

Fluently speak it
Dancin’, fly as Helly Hanson’s on our shoulder blades,
You can keep the change,
Chicks know we party that’s why
We smoke and drink all night
Try’na put you on the game
I’m in a fire twips (Twips)
They takin’ trips to asp.

Hangover cause we hung out
And reject fools comin’ in my lane with that weak shit,
Lock my number in like you’re takin’ it for hostage
We smoke and drink all night
Chicks know we party that’s why
Take another sip of what I’m drinkin’
Scratch off, A.C. on
Before all yo time run out
Before all yo time run out (run out)
I got mistakes I make
That’s Italian go there
I keep a little reefer in my sneaker
Drink until I gotta piss
I’m try’na nail
Nathan What you sayin’?

Come through with that killer weed
Windows up, new shit playin’
Damn I got a lot of chicks
I left my last one on the jet

Hangover cause we hung out
Alfred Hitchcock in the zip lock
I’m born if you peep the change
I’ll roll another one up
Let shorty twist one up for the pit stop
Have the time of your life
Have the time of your life
They love it when we come out
That’s how I keep it
Maybe you should watch it
The game in my pocket like a Nintendo D.S.
I’ll roll another one up
And flyin’ kites all in the tropics
We can leave, find your cell
If we need the flame,
And we tip the waiter good
They love it when we come out
So I don’t lay down till the sunrise
Dollar signs my only language,
High as hell (Man)
Put them bottles on ice while
Watch the Pistons against the Bulls
And I’m out of it
On the floor with the mascot
Put them bottles on ice while
Zig Zags and a Jones soda

Curren$y – The Day (feat. Mos Def & Jay Electronica) (Pilot Talk Trilogy Album)

My momma told me, "Son, always call a spade a spade"
Pretty twenty something sleeping in my Diamond Supply shirt
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
I’m a throw some chicken bones and feathers on a hundred bucks
Learn how to roll with the punches
Back to to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices
Back to black and gold ballys
[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Please remember this day
Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull
Until you show anyway
Dickes with the creases
Can’t see the forest for the trees
Brand new tires, Rollin down the same old strip
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Schoolin’ em’ who the beast is
If it ain’t the jets then it ain’t nothing
New party same old chicks
Cause I’m a throw my number up

Take em’ to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
You was cool ten years ago you fucking lex bubbles, bubble
I got a studio in my house
This changes everything we can do anything
Whack niggas sleep rappin’ and woke up in trouble
There is not a adjective to describe how I work
Until you show anyway
And the way he complimenting Chuckie with that bow tie flow
Make me feel high so I’m gon’ spit it my way
[Hook: Yasiin Bey]
Hard is not enough brother I’m tougher
Yo the king closed his cloak the set was overfull
But that clock around his neck is so fly
Glory overload, hold up hold my coat
You gotta know when to hold em’, know when to fold em’
In your label office but they said I can’t smoke weed here

Excuse me as I do me cruisin’ rudely down the high way
And summon up the thunder what?
Such a excellent moment, so emotional
If I don’t look happy to be here
Final victory clutch they went postal cold
Glory overload, hold up hold my coat
Man fuck it I’m out black on
That come with my work

This changes everything we can do anything

Be like Chuck D never be like Flavor Flav
[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You were cool ten years ago, you fucking lex bubble
It’s okay, I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck
Back to the thesis
I pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
And I’m bout it fool
The voodoo man is coming bruh
Whack niggas with that sleep rappin’ and woke up in trouble
Whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
Please remember this day
He rushed out on the field, so devoted for
Pulling youngins by the coattails
I’m young, black, intelligent, elegant, blasé
Along with some the perks
Tell them boys their run is up
I pray my heart is DMC and Reverend Run enough
[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
I’m so sorry
[Intro]