Machine Gun Kelly – Go For Broke (feat. James Arthur) (Lyric Video)

But I gotta work to get paid
Love is much more that paper

I could show ’em how to aim for the stars
So I could show these people how to dream, right
So I, hope that it was worth it when you was searched and you found what glitters ain’t gold
You could go hard or you could go home
I still remember checkin’ my account
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke

Love is much more that paper
And I remember being cold

‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
And I, knew I wasn’t perfect but I know that I made it all on my own
Work the third shift, burn the whole splits
So let I it go, I just hit the road, I just let it go
And my apartment used a heater from the kitchen stove
You could live life or you could just fold
But I’ma sinner too so I ain’t preachin’
Yeah, paid my dues, so I see you later
I still remember Ramen noodle meal nights
Let it go, ooo ooo
You can stay young or you can grow old
You could live life or you could just fold

Look, failure is not an option, I gotta be at the top
You could stay young or you could grow old
You could live life or you could just fold
Just keep on dreamin’
Let it go, ooo ooo
So I gotta roll somethin’ up
For everytime they told me what I wouldn’t be
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
You could live life or you could just fold
Says burn up (Hold up, let me get it)
So you could get high or you could get low
Let it go, ooo ooo
You could get high or you could get low

‘Cause all the bad days come for good reasons, ay
‘Cause I’mma I’ma go for broke
Yeah, and if I had a dollar
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
Let it go, ooo ooo
Let it go, ooo ooo
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
You could stay young or you could grow old
I would be a rich man with a crib on a big hill (ha forreal)
You got to believe it
I’m sorry I got a new number that you can’t call
(whoa) Damn, oh this is what the top feels like?

You could get high or you could get low
And having 26 dollars, when I signed my record deal night
We made it to the bar ’cause we need heal up
Let it go, ooo ooo
Earn my own way
Paid my dues, so I see you later
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
Hold up, you know what, I ain’t sorry at all
I’m sorry to everyone who still wants me to fall

And take it to the arenas from the streetlights
You could stay young or you could grow old
Let it go, ooo ooo
Just to cope with the pressures of growin’ up, man
‘Cause aces tend to stay with dealers
So let it go, I just hit the road, I just let it go
You could go hard or you could go home
Let it go, ooo ooo
You could go hard or you could go home
What a week
‘Cause I’ma I’ma go for broke
You gotta play for keeps
You could go hard or you could go home
Highs and lows, it’s how it goes
You can get high or you can get low

Like I’m sorry, but I don’t really feel sorry for y’all
Look, I started with a dollar and a dream, right

The National – Carin At The Liquor Store

It’s a foregone conclusion
Carin at the liquor store, I can’t wait to see you
It’s a foregone conclusion
It’s a foregone conclusion

I really don’t care

Foregone conclusion
You cannot command your love
I was a worm, I was a creature
[Verse 2]
I was walking around like I was the one who found dead John Cheever
Innocent skies above
[Chorus]
I see you in stations and on invitations
[Verse 1]
I’m already seeing stars in the air
I get on the ground the second I’d see you
You’d fall into rivers with friends on the weekends
Got taken by love, I wasn’t that quick
It’s a foregone conclusion
It’s gonna be different after tonight
I’m walking around like I was the one who found dead John Cheever

It wasn’t so bad, I wasn’t that sick
Hand in glove
[Chorus]
So blame it on me

I really don’t care
[Chorus]
So blame it on me
In the house of love
I really don’t care
You’re gonna see me in a different light
So blame it on me
It’s a foregone conclusion
I wasn’t a catch, I wasn’t a keeper

Alex Cameron – Stranger’s Kiss (feat. Angel Olsen)

Me and Roy, we got a pretty mean posse
Then I wake up to reality’s bliss
And it hurts, and it hurts
He keeps me busy with a shift now and then
[Verse 2: Angel Olsen]
And I wake up to reality’s bliss
But this run of good luck don’t got me feeling all that good
Don’t bother flying when we jump off the cliff
Make sure it’s head first if you don’t want to deal with what ifs
That ain’t no way to get out of the hell that you’re in
And I’ll just stick ’em right there in the bin

Well I don’t wanna talk about it
My hands are caught in the net and they’re pale and thin
When all I needed was a dirty pail of tin
But it don’t ever really stop me from thinking of you
Just peel the gym pants off a single mother
‘Cause in my dreams, I miss you
All I ever wanted and all I ever needed is right here

‘Cause in my dreams, I miss you
If you wanna see the back of it, girl
[Chorus: Alex Cameron & Angel Olsen]

All I ever wanted and all I ever needed was right here
[Chorus: Alex Cameron]

Thought I needed buckets of gold
Try not to focus on the pain that you’re in
[Verse 3: Alex Cameron & Angel Olsen]
In the stranger’s kiss
I know you’re wondering if you’ll feel it again
[Chorus: Angel Olsen]
In the stranger’s kiss
‘Cause in my dreams, I miss you
‘Cause in my dreams, I miss you
With a Down syndrome Jew from the real estate crew
You better start digging down with your pail of tin
And there’s no solace in the fact that it’s all in your head
But I don’t wanna talk about it
Now all I ever wanted and all I ever needed is right here
[Outro: Alex Cameron & Angel Olsen]
Just keep on digging it down with your pail of tin
This town’s a tourist trap, it’s no place to be in
If it hurts, but it hurts
No shame in sleeping with the seagulls, baby
But I don’t wanna talk about it

And it hurts, and it hurts
Now I’m king of the neighborhood
[Verse 1: Alex Cameron]

I got shat on by an eagle, baby

Just keep on digging it down with your pail of tin
And I wake up to reality’s bliss
Don’t even bother climbing out of the well
I know you’re wondering why you wish you were dead
And it feels like I could
In the stranger’s kiss
They made a meme out of my legacy, darling

Vince Staples & Juicy J – Big Fish (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

I was up late night ballin’
[Intro: Juicy J]
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Gun squeezing, I’m a real Artesian
You want that over there?
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
Reminiscin’ sitting in that Benz
Shoulda been dead broke, shoulda been chalked out
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
Of the 22 bus stop way back when
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
[Chorus: Juicy J]
Tryna make it up out that jam, god damn
Quarterbackin’ like I’m 40 Water
I was up late night ballin’
Mix the holy water with the Voss
G slide right down do Sawyer
Know they hate to see me make cash, got the space dash
Still down, I’m a Norf Norf soldier

Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Take it easy, homie

If you hatin’ don’t shake my hand
Learned it from the Dogg I’m from Long Beach
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
At the park politickin’ with the kids
Wanna be the boss then you gotta pay the cost
Or the boop, bop, bam, cuz
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]

Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
Tryna get em on a straight path, got the lames mad
So far from my past misfortune
From the sharks make me wanna put the hammer to my head
[Verse 2: Vince Staples]
I was up late night ballin’

I was up late night ballin’
With the 22, 5 shot eyes on scan
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin’
I got you
I was up late night ballin’
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night balling
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
When we slide, you won’t see morning
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
You can get anything you want
That’s the city where the skinny carry strong heat
I was up late night ballin’
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
Women problems every morning like the Maury show
I was up late night ballin’
Know what I’m saying?
Ramona, I was round that corner
I was up late night ballin’
In the foreign with the GPS addressed to your mama house
Swimming upstream while I’m tryna keep my bread
[Chorus: Juicy J]
No sleepin’, late nights no eatin’
Took the smart route, never been marked out
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand
For the click, clack, clap
Bag back, let me make my bands, got plans
It’s funny I was going crazy not too long ago
I was up late night ballin’

Compensation conversations what I’m all about
Another story of a young black man

I was up late night ballin’
But it didn’t happen, now it’s time to get it cracking
You want that over there?
Countin’ up hundreds by the thousand

The Roots & Bilal – It Ain’t Fair (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

No, it ain’t there
Invested in wrestling with Willie Lynch’s next to kin
This generation, we’ve forsaken all that’s real
Race tension is running high
[Chorus: Bilal]
It’s a mystery, yeah
This marks a rising of the tide
How it feels (how it feels)
[Chorus: Bilal]
And express in 140 characters or less
Will you hear my cry?
It ain’t fair
No, it ain’t fair
An awareness of the only flag that’s growing fast
Cause I’ll never know (I’ll never know)
[Verse 4: Black Thought]
[Intro: Bilal]

Every day I wear a mask like an umpire
There’s a riot going on out there
Rising and rising, Oh!!
Try to read what tomorrow holds
The Devil feeding off hate so he gain weight
When it ain’t clear
I guess I’m tryna minimize regrets, I identify with death
It’s bad ’cause a good friend’s hard to come by
My salvation’s under fire
When it ain’t clear
Tonight another friend passed on the young side
And it ain’t fair
No, it ain’t fair
No, no
Race tension is running high
Oh, how it feels (how it feels)
Others say, "Thou shall not kill"
And it ain’t clear
Ruthless God, presumed inferior
We know of one times, giving you the finger
Dedicated, heavy weight that ever paid it with blood
Impossible to co-exist in the same space
Because when your whole town becomes a battleground
My salvation’s under fire
A common ground and become unbound
It’s hard when you’re looking for love
Through every loophole, we gon’ leap until you reach
It ain’t fair
Why I’m the best educator, re-legislated, premeditated
It ain’t fair
I’m just tryna answer all of my requests
Under 21 is far too young to die
Free

It ain’t fair
Or try to read what tomorrow holds

People dazed and amazed though it ain’t grace
When your protector is your predator
I hear they turning downtown to the front line
There’s tainted water in the well, so we can’t taste
To be
The only tag you know me as is Holy Swag
Not tuition without a cop’s permission
Because wolves disguised as sheep patrol our streets
Because the well is running dry
Because the well is running dry
It ain’t fair
[Verse 3: Bilal]
To be
It’s hard when you’re looking for love
Some people say, "Let Jesus take the wheel"
[Verse 1: Bilal]

It’s hard when you’re looking for love

It’s coming fast, I’m unabashed, so we have
I got a pot to piss in despite the opposition
And it ain’t there
That don’t mean it’s not an uninvited guest
And it ain’t there
We’ve come so far yet here we are

No, it ain’t fair
It’s something like the same place but it ain’t safe
Is your poison called a pistol or a pill?
People swear they won’t but they’re walking in their sleep
How it feels (how it feels)
It ain’t fair
No, no
I pray the Lord their souls to keep
No, it ain’t fair
Or try to read what tomorrow holds
Because it ain’t fair
Justice is never color blind, never gun shy
Because the well is running dry
[Chorus: Bilal]
No, no

Listen
But it ain’t there
They took it from the human race to a tank chase
No, no
’round hearing me, fuck you, it’s not the number one sign
Y’all just gon’ turn the other way
Turn a bloody cheek on these bloody streets
Guess a nigga gotta laugh to keep from crying
Those who do know, you should teach
Oh, it ain’t fair
We scared o y’all
Won’t you my plea, oh?
The one crime, you may never see the sun shine
Tears raining down
No, it ain’t fair

What emotions do we feel?
Under 21 is far too young to die
And we all know that what you sow, you shall reap
And it ain’t fair
But they don’t tell religion ain’t gon’ pay my bills
Through any glass window, we smash, and bro we back
Looking for justice and it’s just us
Enter the black saint with the war paint face
The rising of the tide, noose surrounding necks again
Oh brother, hmm
To my, Afro, Israelis, Native American, Mexicans
Look at how they try to hide proof of all the inexcellence
[Verse 2: Black Thought]