dodie – 6/10

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Been an awful good girl
Santa honey, one little thing I really need, the deed
[Verse 5]
Been an angel all year
[Bridge]
Let’s see if you believe in me
[Chorus]
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed
If you’ll check off my Christmas list
To a platinum mine

[Outro]

[Verse 2]

Next year I could be as good
[Verse 1]
Come and trim my Christmas tree
Santa cutie, hurry down the chimney tonight

With some decorations bought at Tiffany
Santa baby, a 54 convertible too, light blue
I’ll wait up for you, dear
[Verse 4]
I don’t mean on the phone

I really do believe in you

Hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

[Verse 3]
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I’ve missed

Shania Twain – Swingin’ With My Eyes Closed

Oh can you taste the freedom, oh oh
Fear disappears each time I close my eyes
Swinging

I’m swinging with my eyes closed
Nothing’s sure in this world till we’re gone
Got my hair down a wide open road

Oh like we don’t care
Fist up in the air
Fist up in the air
(Only god knows how far it goes
I follow like a season

With my eyes closed, got my hair down

I’m swinging with my eyes closed
Only god knows how far it goes
Not afraid of what I’m feeling, oh
Fist up in the air

Swinging
Comes on the radio, so loud and clear

Only god knows how far it goes

Only god knows how far it goes
Oh like we don’t care
Fist up in the air
Summer’s here, bring it on
A wide open road)
Life is short, nights are long
I’m swinging with my eyes closed
Swinging
I’m swinging with my eyes closed
It’s in the air we’re breathing

Got my hair down a wide open road
I’m swinging with my eyes closed
Your whisper comes in my ear
Another year, one more beer, another song

Oh like we don’t care
I kiss you once (kiss kiss), I kiss you twice
Oh like we don’t care

Snoop Dogg – Words Are Few (feat. B.Slade)

Oh ain’t no smiles, ain’t no joke
Really normally I’m cool
When my words are few
Now my boys, they come in with the deal
But now I know the way
There is nothing you can do
When my words are few
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I’m not where I’m supposed to be
I know god is calling me
I’m not mad at you
Things ain’t what they seem
And that’s something I chose to do
Please don’t think I’m cruel
Sitting here smoking trees

Someone new with the mouthful of boot
I know that I chose to backslide
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
[Interlude: B.Slade & Snoop Dogg]
I’m not where I’m supposed to be
There is nothing you can do
Sitting here smoking trees
Hey
When I should be on my knees
No bitches, please
Back to the fall
Please don’t think I’m cruel
Things I’m going through make me act the fool
Maybe not, smokin’ pot on the beach
Ain’t no rest for my soul til’ I come clean
I’ll hear from the lord if I speak
And my boys trippin’ hard like nigga, chill
When I should be on my knees
When my words are few
Ain’t no move in the parking lot prophecies
Things ain’t what they seem

Hey
I’m not mad at you
Feeling like I’m fooling me
Really normally I’m cool
Watch us, guilty
And my head in the clouds, is that him?

That’s why act an addiction, you can’t find me
There are times when I don’t wanna speak
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I know god is calling me
When my words are few
Why you hounding me in the house of the lord?
I ain’t stepped outside but now I feel the light calling me
So back off and let me eat, let me feast

Feeling like I’m fooling me
Church all my life
[Verse 3: B.Slade]
Things I’m going through make me act the fool
I was born and raised in this thing
Grab a pen, scratch your chin, make the beat
Paranoid with my boys, where my keys?

Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross & Yummy Bingham)

Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
In what you don’t see, I understand
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Sometimes it’s hard to believe

Take it to the top, take it to the top
We taking stock right now
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
You ready? Let’s go
But the picture is so much bigger
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows

But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
Take it to the top
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Just cause you are a character
Take it to the top
Let’s go
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you

Let’s go
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
But the picture is so much bigger
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
Than what we could even imagine
Than what we could even imagine
Than what we could even imagine
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Put your faith into action
But the picture is so much bigger
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
In what you don’t see, I understand
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Put your faith into action
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
Heads up and eyes open
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
It’s hard to feel better
My last victory was great moments of Black history
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
It’s hard to feel better

In what you don’t see, I understand
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Heads up and eyes open
[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Put your faith into action
Don’t mean you have character
It’s hard to feel better

Heads up and eyes open
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
Take it to the top, take it to the top

Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Yea, that’s where we at with it
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary

Tank – Everything (feat. Trey Songz & Ludacris)

Think I got enough to show
[Bridge]
Not supposed to give a fuck about the cost, yeah
You too fly to fuck with any guy

Know you see the Lambo’ you can see that I’m the fast type

Give a real one a try
To give you everythang
Well take my watch oooo-
You just want a nigga that’ll
[Verse1: Tank]

And I can give your girl everything that put in my five-course meal

Treat you like a pop star
(Everythang)
Pinned her down; got your chick in a full Nelson, nigga
(Everythang)
[Chorus]
(Everythang)
Turn-up like a rock star
You supposed to wanna be wit’ a boss, whoo
(Everythang)
All a nigga wanna do is blow a couple thousand how that sound to ya
They can make you feel comfortable and grant your every wish
Good sex that could go a long way
I can make you famous got the cameras and the flashlights
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
When you move in love you need someone that’s always down down for ya
You just want a daddy you ain’t neva’ gotta ask twice

You look too good to take a loss

Niggas be rentin these houses in videos little do they know that’s my place
You just want a nigga that’ll
And I got money that can do the same thang yeah yeah
Not supposed to give a fuck about the cost, yeah
Trip and whip it just for show
(Everythang)
You know I’m on your line
You just want it real and if you
Yeah yeah ye yeah yeah
Give a real one a try
You too fly to fuck with any guy
(Everythang)
Cash I got enough to blow
You know I’m on your line
Oooooh Oh, you just want the cash and the fast life
Ha — wrist frozen like Queen Elsa, nigga
Cuff you and just fuck you in the
Yeah yeah ye yeah yeah
(Everythang)
(I like it)
Think I got enough to show
To give you everythang

Back seat of a cop car
Slow wit’cha top off
Lookin’ I ain’t that far

Off; you just want the cash and the fast life
You know I’m on your line
Trip and whip it just for show
[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Let you blow the budget on the
You just wanna ride real
Fast with the top off
You just want a nigga that could change your life
(Everythang)
Treat you like a pop star
You look too good to take a loss
[Bridge]
I got all the time might as
Think I got enough to show
Cash I got enough to blow
(Everythang)
(Everythang)
You just wanna ride real

You supposed to wanna be wit’ a boss, whoo
(Everythang)
Cuban sticks in a jacuzzi tub like Scarface Me that’s who!
You too fly to fuck with any guy
[Chorus]

Trip and whip it just for show
I’m here to put in work otherwise my job is useless
Give a real one a try
[Chorus]
Yeah yeah ye yeah yeah
Your women pretend they brainless; my women pretend they toothless
Hop your little pretty ass in and let’s floss
(Everythang)
That’s payed up, you owe still; I need the cash in hand like dope deals
To give you everythang

Hop your little pretty ass in and let’s floss
Cash I got enough to blow
Who you know go park his jet and have twenty bitches twerkin on the landin’ strip

Z-Ro – Lit Up

[Chorus]
I’ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto
But I ain’t got no time for that
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Y’all already know what I’m talking ’bout
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Houston Texas will never hear the end of me
[Verse 1]
[Tommy Lee Jones]
Get lit up
For more show money and more hoe money
And if i do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a Regal (ha ha)
Get hit up
I dont play about my time (Get your shit and go)
The detectives gon’ close the case

Having meetings ’bout killing me
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even when a nigga sleep I hustle
God forgive me, I don’t want to be a devil

Yeah I heard what ya said
Get hit up
When you talking out your face
The revolution gets it’s name by always coming back around in your face
[Verse 2]
Get hit up
Get hit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get lit up
[Chorus]
Your fired if you are one minute late
Now how can I ball, how can I ball
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
I know y’all think I’m out my mind (out my mind)
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
If you try to take food off my table
Get hit up
I’m a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I’ma make you pay for all of your evil
And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling
You can see where his mind is at
Get lit up
Get hit up
Gun in the front with a pound in back
That’s how I grind (how I grind)

You gon’ have to let the swelling go down

Even if you living with an army its still off with your head
How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?
Get lit up
Get lit up
But these niggas be and these bitches be
That’s the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep
Get lit up
Get lit up
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
So connected ‘Ro don’t need a telephone in these streets
[Chorus]
Unghh
There’s more to follow, I’ll stay in touch

Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard
It’s Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby
Get lit up
I’ma kill, I’ma die about mine (die ’bout mine)
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head
Get lit up
Nigga I lit yo whole street
Show up at the funeral like I ain’t did nothing give condolences to all of your people

But we gon’ keep that on the low cause real killers don’t talk a lot
If I gotta do a murder I ain’t losing no sleep I’ma sleep so peaceful
You ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
On MLK in every city it’s a real nigga hustling
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get hit up
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head
Through cereal bowl holes, yes I’m cocoa pops up in this bitch
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
I don’t pretend to be cause I am
When you talking out your face
I’m a hood regular but you ain’t known in these streets
Murder gangs, once they start it ain’t no stopping in this bitch
You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Now I’m from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard
I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won’t do it no more
Get lit up
The detectives gon’ close the case

Alina Baraz – Buzzin

I, I need your loving
You just struck a chord
[Verse 2]
Buzzing
Give me something and I’ll meet you halfway
Striking me like lightning
Buzzing
Oh, oh
One for you
Give me something and I’ll meet you halfway

Keep, keep, keep me buzzing
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s the energy
A little something that’s gonna make it last
I, I need your loving
Buzzing

I don’t wanna stop now
Buzzing
It’s the energy
One for you

Going overboard
Give me something that I never had
[Pre-Chorus]
Spinning me around
A little something that’s gonna make it last

[Chorus]
Buzzing
It’s the chemistry

One for me
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Keep, keep, keep me buzzing
All, all, all or nothing
[Verse 1]

All, all, all or nothing
[Chorus]
Fire in your eyes
Warming up my soul
Give, give, give me something
Give, give, give me something
One for me
Oh, oh
Oh, it’s hypnotizing
It’s the chemistry
Give me something that I never had

Gwen Stefani – Santa Baby

[Verse 1]
Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Let’s see if you believe in me
I’ll wait up for you, dear
Come and trim my Christmas tree

Santa cutie, hurry down the chimney tonight
[Verse 4]
Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot
[Verse 5]
[Verse 3]
To a platinum mine
Been an angel all year

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a 54 convertible too, light blue
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me
If you’ll check off my Christmas list
[Verse 2]
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
[Outro]

Santa honey, one little thing I really need, the deed
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed
Been an awful good girl
Next year I could be as good
I don’t mean on the phone

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

IDK – Maryland Ass Nigga (feat. Swizz Beatz)

My fruit been forbidden, you niggas ain’t gotta ask Eve
So they lose every time that they thinkin’ they ’bout to bag me
Runnin’ pockets, gang gang (oh!)
[Chorus: Jay IDK]
[Bridge: Swizz Beatz]
Take this check, buy some kicks, man it’s it, yeah that’s it (right)
You’ll never catch me (ha,) you’ll never catch me
That’s messed up…
We (yeah)
Runnin’ church, mama say I don’t even pay attention anyway (real)
Okay, runnin’ halls, runnin’ school, runnin’ home
PG County Police! Get your hands above your fuckin’ heads!
Oh you actin’ hard?
Don’t make me and my niggas come through (woo!)
I used to hit it in the kitchen when my mama not home
To keep me studyin’ history in their teepee
[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Don’t make me put a hit out on you (bop, bop, bop)

Third district sayin’, "Turn yourself in now ’cause we got the gun"
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know you (oh!)
Press your life, how the fuck you feel? (Woo!)

Boss said I had a warrant, I said, "You a lie"
(Yeah) What I’m s’posed to do? Call God now?
Don’t make me and my niggas come through (yeah)
[Intro]
I’m tryna right my wrongs
I’ma run up in your house just to say I can
That’s fucked up, I know, but fuck that, I’m grown
Check my voicemail prior, guess who the shit was from
Ski mask, coat and boots make me look like a tall athlete
Stick a middle-class kid in a bad school and that’s me (hi)
[Chorus: Jay IDK & Swizz Beatz]
The bad apple that dangled up on the fam’s tree
The first one in my family to see the
But I’m sorry, them same wrongs help me write this song
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know
After church, call the clique, smoke the spliff, hit the lick, split the shit
We (yeah)
Your homie on your block’ll get it too (woo!)
(Oh) Oh you actin’ hard now?
Tell a ho that I love her when the shit ain’t true

Ballin’ to be like 2K, no Raz B
Penitentiary when I shoulda been seein’ C’s, B’s
We don’t give a fuck about you (right)
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know
A’s too, mama and Martin just wasn’t able

Oh goddamn, yes the hell I am
Call God now? What I’m s’posed to do? (Right)
My description was a 5’9" nigga with mild acne
Press your life, how the fuck you feel? (Oh)
I ain’t have to do it, but I did it still (woo)
We don’t give a fuck about you
Your homie on your block’ll get it too
Hit the alley, then I hit 12 with the okie doke (haha)
Goddammit!
At night, hit the lick with the toasty toast
I ain’t have to do it, but I did it still (Oh)
Where the hoes at? Yeah, and not the navajos
Don’t make me put a hit out on you (oh!)
Told my job that I quit, tell the truth, I got fired
Skippin’ Spanish with your bitch like vamanos

You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know you (right)
[Verse 2: Jay IDK & Swizz Beatz]
When I hit, she my bitch when she think she my boo

IDK – Pizza Shop Extended (feat. Yung Gleesh, Doom & Del The Funky Homosapien)

Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Next question is: where the tape at?
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)

See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
Run that shit
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
[Intro: Jay IDK]

Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up

Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Hello out the whip
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
[Interlude]
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Part II

I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Me the villain
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Where the safe at?
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run
This that drive-by
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Blow your mind
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
Roll the windows down
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it

Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Don’t make me ask again Where the safe at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
[Intro]
Get focused, y’all
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Finally someone let me out of my cage
[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around

Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Part I
I got back from answerin’ job calls
And you will not feel a round, shhh
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Someone gotta rob the shit
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
Load the clip, rob, repeat
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Everybody look at Jay
[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]

Jacquees – At The Club (feat. Dej Loaf)

Ever been on a jet girl don’t you panic

[Verse 2: Jacquees]
Girl I’m in love with all your features
[Hook: Jacquees]
And I will love you til your knees weak
I’m just trying to show you love
All I wanna do

I used to love em, leave em
Think I’ma keep you
I pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
VIP we got it packed
[Hook: Jacquees]
Tell me if you’re thinking otherwise
It’s all up to you
So tell me how it’s supposed to go
He ain’t know I was this thick
[Hook: Jacquees]

You’re a boss I wanna treat you
He said meet me in Miami
VIP we got it packed
Can you party with a thug
Might grab a couple if they really attractive
Let’s take a trip to the other side
This is where the party at
This is where the party at
What you wanna do
Met her in the club
Pull up in the Wagon I put the Jeep up
You’re the one I wanna know
[Pre-Hook: Jacquees]
So tell me how it’s supposed to go
What we gonna do when we leave this club
I’m just trying to show you love
[Verse 1: Dej Loaf]
Can you party with a thug
Met her in the club
Can you party with a thug

Boy we living lavish kick your feet up
You’re the one I wanna know
We hit the club together we tip the dancers
Boy it’s something bout you
Think I’ma keep you
VIP we got it packed
You had me at hello, what’s up
Girl it’s something about you
Get used to the whips and the mansions
Met her in the club
I know you tired of all the leeches
[Bridge: Dej Loaf]
All the ballers showing love
Or I can keep it classy I can get romantic
This is where the party at
I know you know what’s up
I’m just trying to show you love
So tell me how it’s supposed to go
It could be simple but it ain’t easy

[Pre-Hook: Dej Loaf]
It’s all on us
All the ballers showing love

Is get away with you
All the ballers showing love
T-Shirt, Panties
You’re the one I wanna know
Girl we living lavish so kick your feet up
I used to love em, leave em

KB – Dnou

All out of games, no tokens
And the facts are lit, get back on the fact that is
Goin’ for my people starvin’
[Verse 1]
Counted our loss, counted our loss
The master is back in this
Free sons and the daughters
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Generous with my goal, yeah
Christ rules with my content

Commas way after callin’
I taught KBJ no nonsense, yeah
Was trappin’ out apartments
So what?

Spurgeon with the Baldwin
Finished all my lab, did it there for the money
But I’m back to biz, and packs of kids
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Race, faith, and devotion
I’m black and rich and a Nazareth
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
Radio hasn’t bought this
In a lane with myself, yeah
[Hook]
You owe nothin’ but your love man
Not amazed with contact
Woke up, glow up, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
HGA that’s the law, yeah
Don’t nobody own us
Boy, don’t nobody
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock
Boy, don’t nobody own us
And passages attached to Him

[Hook]
Woke up, show love

I was good way before rap
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Now I’m takin’ off on Tarmacs
No nonsense, (No nonsense?)
In a lane with myself, yeah

Boy, don’t nobody own us
Does it honor God and conscience?
This right here ain’t a loaner
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Boy, don’t nobody us
[Verse 2]
Don’t be driven by a contract
To tap dance for your profits
Have your lawyer check the CARFAX
Can’t fathom this, born again
Hall of Fame, where my guards at?
Nothin’ but Satan, no love, get no love
Excuse me, I’m just tryna trust God
Patrick Ewing in the garden
Hip-Hop won’t involve this
Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop
God said had to write it on the check
He said death can’t hold us
Only die before the door slams
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, do what you want man
So what?
I don’t need none of your star stats
But my quota, what’s that?
Write free on my coffin

A lot of y’all still don’t know us
I move forward, too focus
Way, way too exhausted
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Wrote these so my God claps
No token, what’s that?

[Pre-Hook]
Keepin’ up with no Joneses
Free sons and the daughters
I’m in my bag, I’m back to back compassionate
In a lane with myself, yeah
Nah, I’ma tell ya’ll my motive
That’ll activist with a dash of wrist
Yeah
[Pre-Hook]

But ain’t talk, that’s my bonus
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Only one manumit
Boy, don’t nobody own us
With a faster whip, with a fashion sense

Don’t you ever skip my process
Don’t try to tell me how to act in this
I’m in love with my core fans
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Boy, don’t nobody
[Hook]
There ain’t nothin’ that my God lacks

Kodak Black – I N U

No, SG is not a crew, we a team, not a crew
Paranoid, I’m livin’ dangerous
I ain’t finna be out here stalkin’ yo lady
Child abuse, I’m in the kitchen droppin’ a 14
If the neighbors hear me, they gon’ call the police
That’s why it ain’t no me and you

Child neglect, call the DCF on me
You can’t even see no we and you
I done killed so much-a babies
You goddamn right once they let me out, I’m in yo’ hoe cheeks
Put it up then candy paint it
Paranoid, I’m overthinkin’
And my brother ’bout to have a baby
He done brought me a brand new car, I told him "Nigga get me a rental"
I done whipped so much-a babies
1800 Tequila, I’m litty like Peter Boo
Aye
But I hit news by myself before I hit the news with him
[Outro]
My nigga still be stealin’ cars, he love that stuff nigga
[Verse]
I’m a baby with a baby
Peter Boo thought she for him, she for me, she for you
Damn right we hit the scene together, I hit the news with him
My nigga in prison goin’ crazy, keep on askin’ me ’bout his lady
That’s a o-range rover, that’s a fruit
I say my vowels for the dollar bill, I "A-E-I-O-U"
Water whippin’ in the kitchen, I’m droppin’ a 14
Got that glizzy, ridin’ ’round the city to this slow beat
She for you, she a swoop
That’s a strange coupe
If the neighbors hear me, they gon’ call the police
I think these niggas lactose intolerant, they don’t get no cheese
Codeine and orange soda, that’s my formula, I want baby food
‘Cause I always did the opposite, nigga I ain’t stay in school
Put a "O" in front of the Range Rover, that’s a orange coupe

I don’t even feel like nigga tellin’ ya kids to stay in school
I go peep the truth, see Pooh
Hell yeah that’s what I do, but that ain’t what I do nigga
This shit deeper to me than you
I ain’t finna be out here watchin’ her page
[Intro]
All that night I was ridin’ ’round the city to this slow beat
DCF called child neglect on me
That’s a orange Range Rover coupe
Y’all so cute, get her
He could shoot on the roof, he peekaboo
Maybe if they told me not to go, I probably would’ve stayed in school
You creep just like them people too
I done lost my mind all night, when I grind I don’t get no sleep
‘Bout to be a uncle and I’m a baby
‘Cause I used to do it with him and I maneuver in ’em
I’ma spray first if I owe you
I ain’t tellin’ you how I’ma play it
Goin’ up top catchin’ plays like I’m Victor Cruz nigga
And I’m catchin’ picks, I’m catchin’ yours too nigga
I don’t eat baby food, I don’t eat baby food
I done kidnapped
Wrap the car up just to spray it
You ain’t Drew Brees nigga, that’s a flu flicker
Like how the hell I’ma tell him chill, that shit ain’t cool nigga
First thing first is I-O-U
I ain’t tellin’ you how I move nigga
On a boot

Little Dragon – Peace Of Mind (feat. Faith Evans & Raphael Saadiq)

We won’t rush it this time
[Verse 2: Yukimi Nagano]
And hide treasures far from you
This time a dusty Sunday will soothe
We won’t rush it this time
Here together, all we need is
Let’s just lay here, right here
Peace of mind
Yes, you’re in a hurry for who?
So stressed, well I just wanna let you know
Cloudless, no rain, showers surround
You can’t buy it, baby
Here together, all we need is
A midnight walk, late night talk
Here together, all we need is
[Chorus 2: Yukimi Nagano & Faith Evans]
So busy for the one I found
Weightless, [?]
Reaching your goals don’t please you
That stressin’ upside down
Moments don’t waste with time
Peace of mind
Come here and dance with me

Go smell the flowers, go think for hours
Dark days, they used to swallow my truth
We won’t rush it this time
[Verse 1: Yukimi Nagano]
[Pre-Chorus 2: Yukimi Nagano]
Peace of mind
All I want is peace of mind
Peace of mind
Won’t get caught in the chase
Won’t be caught in the chase
All I want is peace of mind
We don’t need that now
So, we better listen to our favourite melody
You can’t buy it, baby

[Verse 3: Yukimi Nagano]

Peace of mind
Stressin’ can make this [?] less than whole
Moments don’t waste with time
Let’s just lay here, right here

[Pre-Chorus 1: Yukimi Nagano
Peace of mind
[Chorus 1: Yukimi Nagano & Faith Evans]

Peace of mind
The blues away

[Chorus 2: Faith Evans]
Second chances, they come sometimes
Let’s just lay here, right here with
Or sweet moments, your fine life
Won’t be caught in the chase

Peace of mind
I’m bound for you
Rushing won’t get us anywhere [?]

Lorde – Green Light (In The Live Lounge) (Live)

Brand new sounds in my mind
Those great whites, they have big teeth
Hope they bite you
[Chorus]
On the light up floor
[Refrain]
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
We order different drinks at the same bars
[Verse 2]
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it

I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Did it frighten you
All those rumors, they have big teeth
[Chorus]
Sometimes I wake up in a different bedroom

I whisper things, the city sings ’em back to you
How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?
But I hear sounds in my mind
But honey I’ll be seein’ you down every road
[Refrain]
Oh, honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go
But honey I’ll be seein’ you ‘ever I go
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
[Verse 1]
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go
Brand new sounds in my mind

On the light up floor
I know about what you did and I wanna scream the truth

‘Cause honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
[Outro]
Yes, honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go

Thought you said that you would always be in love

I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
[Pre-Chorus]
Hope they bite you
But honey I’ll be seein’ you ‘ever I go
But you’re not in love no more
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it
I do my makeup in somebody else’s car
Thought you said that you would always be in love
But I hear sounds in my mind
How we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?
She thinks you love the beach, you’re such a damn liar
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it

But you’re not in love no more
Did it frighten you
Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go
I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it

‘Cause honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go
But honey I’ll be seein’ you down every road