Linkin Park – One More Light (Lyric Video)

If they say
It flickers, flickers
Who cares if one more light goes out?
We’re quicker, quicker
We’re quicker, quicker
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need oh
The reminders pull the floor from your feet

Just ’cause you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it, isn’t there
If a moment is all we are

Who cares if one more light goes out?
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?
And you’re angry, and you should be, it’s not fair
If a moment is all we are
Who cares if one more light goes out?

It flickers, flickers
We’re quicker, quicker
It flickers, flickers
Well I do
Should’ve stayed, were there signs, I ignored?
There are things that we can have, but can’t keep
We saw brilliance, when the world, was asleep
Well I do
If they say
Well I do
In a sky of a million stars
Well I do
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Who cares if one more light goes out?
In a sky of a million stars
Who cares when someone’s time runs out?

In a sky of a million stars
Can I help you, not to hurt, anymore?

If a moment is all we are

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

Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark

I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
It’s hard to feel better
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
In what you don’t see, I understand
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
But the picture is so much bigger
In what you don’t see, I understand
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
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

It’s hard to feel better
Than what we could even imagine
We taking stock right now
Than what we could even imagine
[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
[Intro: Talib Kweli]
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Heads up and eyes open
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
My last victory was great moments of Black history
It’s hard to feel better
Let’s go
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
But the picture is so much bigger
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you

Put your faith into action
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder

Let’s go
A faithful man never need evidence to believe

Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Heads up and eyes open
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
Heads up and eyes open

Just cause you are a character
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Take it to the top
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Put your faith into action
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores

Take it to the top, take it to the top
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
You ready? Let’s go
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
In what you don’t see, I understand
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
Take it to the top, take it to the top
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
Take it to the top
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Don’t mean you have character
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Than what we could even imagine
Take it to the top, take it to the top
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
These average rappers is acting up for the dough

An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Yea, that’s where we at with it
[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
But the picture is so much bigger
Put your faith into action

Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made

Used to stay on Hazelwood
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
So, which one you niggas made me?
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
Count that mula with my thumb
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Young Tiller
You see trouble then you run (Run)
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Gucci on her purse
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
100 million, then I’m done
502, that’s where I’m from
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Like I want
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
Yeah
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
You already know
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
Poochie laid out in the sun
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on that
Let’s go
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

Oddisee – You Grew Up

[Verse Three]
You grew up
We were tight as Elmer’s, and we called each other brothers
Do you ever feel your life was a loss
He was trying to scuff his Chucks up
You grew up
He was grunge, I was fresh we were young
Well, I grew up
[Verse Two]
All our growing pains

Tried to change my reality but settled for, real enough
Were given like our names
Near the same park where we used to shoot hoops
There was no way backwards, to the roots at heart
We was tight he liked the same things I did
And what if I could teach you that life is a weapon
You were made the same
Picked on because he prayed five to the east
[Hook]
You grew up
Where I had every race as a neighbor
You were made the same
Were given like our names
My best friend back then was a white kid

While I was trying to keep my Nikes clean
We were all working class trying to make it out of our hood
Never ending, never quenching, I sealed it up
Changed his life when he asked him a question
No you didn’t change
People of the present had faces of the past, make it easier to blast them if he feel they did him wrong
And he didn’t eat meat that Allah said was bad
It ranneth over, life ran me over till I spilled the blood

[Verse One]
Many years apart, I recognized him in the news
Proof in the flesh that Allah was a blesser
He said immigrants robbed citizens jobs
You ever have a friend that became a fanatic

So he blew up
The only mistake that could hold all the blame
Life is better when you’re thinking lesser go on give it up

Let me take it back to my childhood
´┐╝Got picked on in school during lectures
But things changed when his pops got laid off
Despite us being different colors, man
No you didn’t change
He blamed my father for the loss of his job
So where is it I put the blame and cause
One day a man approached him in a mosque
[Hook]
You just bought the blame
When Six Flags was still called Wild World
And I better never set foot again in his yard

As we became adults in a cult called America, he got himself a job as an officer of law
My thoughts got blacker and his views got cracker
You just bought the blame
As those before you came
You grew up
He shot a black man that was sitting in his car
Attracted strong to the feeling of acceptance
I knew a guy who’s folks were professors
That somebody took advantage of their damage as a kid
All our growing pains
But if you ever did
When I was younger I was so determined I would change it all Couldn’t fly but wasn’t chained to fall
And we cuss along to rap trying to sneaking into punk clubs
But can’t keep them safe in a world full of hate
Graduated hating everybody in his class
He was soon gone with delusions of a cause
You’d understand the one thing they all have in common
Most of you all haven’t
You grew up
You can raise a child in a house full of love
I poured the cups and I left it up you to say enough
Grew up in a mid-western town, where there weren’t many brown people he could seek reflection
And all I could blame was the cause
As those before you came
You grew up
My heart’s a jug and when I was born it was filled with love

Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)

She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Woo, woo, woo, woo
[Tag]
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!
What, what, huh, what, what, huh

Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
All of your bitches they loose
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
What, what, what, what, what
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
[Hook]
Big, bank, never, fold
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)

Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
And I’m on the block
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
[Intro]
[Outro]
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique

I’m in London, Young Carti global
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
[Hook]

All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"

And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
All of my bitches they rich
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All these, niggas, always, fold
[Verse]
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock

Fashawn – Proud

Original man yet they treat us inferior

Brother Clarence 13X was a hero to me
First black congress woman
Momma Harriet Tubman was a woman so real
Sing it loud
Marian Anderson?
The memory of Sojourner
Bagged Mariam Makeba definitely was a leader
A scientist
Before Mike and Mayweather came Muhammad Ali
I’m black and I’m proud
An educator
I’m black and I’m proud
Elijah and Fard, they were writin’ for Allah
Doctor Vivien Thomas, the first heart surgery
[Verse 2]
A jazz composer
Sing it loud
I’m black and I’m proud
Shirley Chisholm?
Sing it loud

Felt like a Five Percenter was the thing to be
Pictures of Bob Marley and Selassie on my wall
George Washington Carver?
Sing it loud
Sing it loud
Keyshia Cole, Lauryn Hill if you’re speaking soul
Sing it loud

Doctor Carter G. Woodson, found black history
An opera singer
A fighter for freedom
Angela Davis bailed out by a Fresnan
[Intro]
MJ on the speakers MJ’s on my feet
Sing it loud
Newton Blacker than the panther on the jacket of Huey P.
Sing it loud
[Chorus]
Kwame Ture used to be Stokely Carmichael
In the wild wild west I still pray to the east
[Chorus]
I put that on the soul of Nat Turner
And the others no longer with us
Before ‘Yonce married Jay, Ashanti, Brandy
We built this country off blood and sweat
What about the life of Marcus Garvey, we all know Martin
Mary McLeod Bethune?
I’m admittin’ I’m black and I’m proud
We all on trial eminently since a child
Besides Hillary Clinton, who we speak of America
‘Til the day they free [?], Max B, and Bobby Shmurda
Duke Ellington?
In his own right ‘Keba was diva in her own light
And Bobby Seale, a few of us rotten still
[Verse 1]
Only woman in history with a face on a bill

Only difference between ‘em, he did it with dignity
I fell in love with TLC when I was three years old
Let’s do some history, who is Malcolm X?
Tear drops and pick cotton in mud we step
Wouldn’t have your light, if it wasn’t for my darkness
It was about community wasn’t about complexion

Lil Pump – Who Dat

Pop four Xans with your Mondo (brr)

Bitch, I swim in that pussy like I was Michael Phelps (brr, brr, brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (huh?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
(you, you) Who dat write the flexin’?
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Trapper of the century (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (you)
Hold up (what?), pop out (aye)
Who dat write the flexin’? (brr, brr)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
I count racks everyday though (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Fiji water on your wrist (Fiji!)
(ooh) Damn, why you flex like this?
Racks up on my necklace (what?)
Hold up, pop out (what?)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Rich shining light, yeah, crystal meth (huh?)
Racks up on my necklace (necklace)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (aye)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Trapper of the century (you)
[Hook]
[Hook]
Got your bitch booty at the Play-Doh (damn)
[Outro]
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr)
(who?) Who dat write the flexin’?
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump)
Ooh, ooh, Lil Pump, yuh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, Lil Pump)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (ooh)

(who?) Who dat write the flexin’?
Hold up (what?), pop out (you)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (you)
Damn, why you flex like this?
[Verse]
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout
(who?) Who dat write the flexin’?

Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Louis all over my belt, yeah
[Intro]
(who?) Who dat write the flexin’?
Who dat write the flexin’? (who?)

Who? Lil Pump, Lil Pump
Who dat write the flexin’? (what?)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (yeah)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (brr, brr)
Trapper of the century (aye)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (ooh)
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump
Ooh, Lil Pump, yeah
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump (Lil Pump, Lil Pump)
Hold up (you), pop out (brr)
Take 3 Percs with your main hoe (what?)
Racks up on my necklace (brr)
Ooh, yuh (brr, brr)
(flexin’?) Who dat write the flexin’?
Bitch, it’s Lil Pump

Hold up (what?), pop out (brr)
Louis all over my bag (Louis)
Boy, you know I’m a dropout (brr)
I can’t wife no bitch (no!)
Trapper of the century (you)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Hold up (yuh), pop out (what?)

Miley Cyrus – The Climb (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
Just keep pushing on
It’s the climb
But there’s a voice inside my head saying
Keep the faith, baby
My faith is shaking
It’s all about, it’s all about the climb
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
I’m always gonna wanna make it move

Just gotta keep going
It’s the climb, yeah!
Always gonna be an uphill battle

But no, I’m not breaking

Ain’t about how fast I get there
But I gotta keep trying
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side

There’s always gonna be another mountain

It’s the climb, yeah!
‘Cause there’s always gonna be another mountain

I can almost see it
Sometimes might knock me down

I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be a uphill battle
Always gonna be a uphill battle

Ain’t about how fast I get there

Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
Lost with no direction
But these are the moments that
Every step I’m taking
Keep on moving, keep climbing
The struggles I’m facing
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Gotta keep my head held high
"You’ll never reach it"
I may not know it
I’m gonna remember most, yeah
And I, I got to be strong
That dream I am dreaming
Somebody’s gonna have to lose
The chances I’m taking
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Every move I make feels
Ain’t about how fast I get there

Keep the faith, keep your faith, whoa
There’s always gonna be another mountain

Miley Cyrus & Adam Sandler – No Freedom (Dido Cover) (On ‘the Tonight Show) (Live)

No freedom without love
Try to think of the world
No freedom without love
No love without freedom
I’ll be flying low below the sun
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
Wherever I choose to go
Where you could stay and these safe hands could go
That I’m free to walk out the door
Even when you don’t hear
The world in front of me
No love without freedom
No love without freedom
Even when you don’t see me
Take it by your silence
And seeing as you’d see
No love without freedom
You don’t think I’ll be back for more
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Take your heart above the water
And you’ll feel it all out here
No love without freedom
No freedom without love
Holding you in my hand
Standing here in silence
By the look in your eyes I can tell

MoneyBagg Yo – Stand Down

I keep the cannon like Nick (wildin’ out)
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down
Water on me you might fuck round and drown (water)
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yea she get it now)
I’m in the party with choppas and 9s
100 thou on a Patek (all cash)
I’m high as fuck why you say that skeet while Im standing up (ugh)
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)
She wanna link but I ain’t got the time ugh)

I had to chop and get her ass out of there (out of there), she was way too dramatic (out of there)

Pick your head up when you see me next time (pussy)

I’m the type to fuck the enemy bitch (ha)
Get put in your place tryna come for my crown
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Then go make a song bout the shit (what)
I drink the lean like I’m sick (ugh)
Insecure niggas say they been fuckin wit me (insecure)
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down
Stand Down
They didn’t wanna hold a nigga like me down (they didn’t)
Moving slow as a bitch (woah)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
I keep having dreams of niggas getting murked
Walk in the room and [?] I shine (damn)
I be throwed like a pitch (throwed)
Neck and wrist it brought the sun out got yo bitch tanning up (ugh ugh)
Grandma telling me I should go to church (amen)
Stayed down elevated my sound
Yeah, all my niggas turn up they don’t stand down (turn up, turn up, turn up)
I make my bitch mad went bought her a purse
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down
You gon see diamonds when I crack a smile (ha)
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
You ain’t taking nothin put that on my child
I count that money up 3 times and then I band it up (band that shit up)
I went and loaded my choppa wit rounds
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
How she be calling and begging for dick (ugh ugh)
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]
I’m so up a Xan can’t work (I’m up there, up there)
I had to get they fake ass from round (move)
Come from nothing now I done ran it up (I ran it up, ran it up)
Can’t fuck with these hoes they foul
Yeah, I put her on game she understand now (yeah she get it now)
Back then my number they wouldn’t even dial (pussy)
83 give a nigga that itch, I need to lay off the drugs (lay off the drugs)

I copped two foreigns to shit on the town (skrrt)
So when I tell her shut up, she just stand down
I was fucked up when I hit the lick in Westwood, I cross out the plug (cross his ass out)
Bitch don’t blow my action, hoe just stand down (bitch don’t blow my shit)
Life I live cinematic (movie)

Kehlani – Honey

Do-do-do do-do
Heartache would stay with you
[Refrain]
With a stone-cold neck, yeah, I’m charming
All the pretty girls in the world

Colored out the line
Do-do-do do-do
But I’m in this space with you

I came to find, my fire was fate with you
I go out to the bar, fuck hangin’ with the stars
Do-do-do do-do
Fly great escapes with you
A colorful mess, but I’m funny
A colorful mess, but I’m funny
Do-do-do do-do
A little jealous
I like my women like I like my money; green
Do-do-do do-do
Love, do-do-do do-do

But I’m in this space with you
Oh, I’m a beautiful wreck
I like my women like I like my money; green
Do-do-do do-do
I came to find, my fire was fate with you
A little jealous
[Chorus]
To be the same prophesy? Is it love?
Is it love? Is it love all we need?
[Bridge]
Don’t walk away, or would you wait for me?
[Outro]
Escape with you
With a stone-cold neck, I’m so charming, oh, oh

Don’t even have a car, but you would wait for me
I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet
My heartache would stay with you
Oh, I’m a heartbreak vet
I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet
All the pretty girls in the world
All, all, all, all the pretty girls in the world
Oh, I’m a heartbreak vet
[Chorus]

‘Cause I’m a beautiful wreck
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
[Verse]
[Refrain]
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti, is it love?
A little selfish, huh
Do-do-do do-do
Colored out the line
I countdown to the clock, saw you awake
Da-da-da da-da
A little selfish

Marc E. Bassy – So Simple (feat. G-Eazy)

Now she wanna come back
Can’t believe you’re so simple

Sniffing all her love up, OD off of one dose
Can’t believe you’re so simple
Can’t believe you’re so simple
You came to my party, with your young socialite
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Went up on weekday, she f- the DJ
That gossip, all you say
When I was broke girl, we wasn’t rocking
I slid a couple ’cause I was cold as ice
Just be careful look out for the potholes
Now she wanna come back to me

Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
She wants me back, says that each day
Unless I’m on PJ
And she wanna come back, She wanna come back to me
Can’t believe you’re so simple (yeah)
She’s so gossip
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
She lied to me, I would die before I betray
But to tell the truth girl, that didn’t stop me

You could be the prettiest, but ugly when it’s up close
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
Bassy (G-Eazy):] [Marc E.
[G-Eazy:]
Bassy:] [Marc E.
Now we be picking up every time you drop that
She’s so simple
That vintage fits you good
Can’t believe you’re so simple
My baby you got so LA
But to tell you the truth girl, that didn’t bug me
But she don’t fly my way
But now I know how to spot those
She wanna come back to me
Then the next morining you gon’ tell me you love me
Now she wanna come back she wanna come back to me
Unless I’m on PJ
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
She won’t fly my way, unless I’m on PJ
And your next dude, you know I’mma top that
You getting known in Hollywood (hey)
But I don’t repeat, and I don’t replay
Can’t believe you’re so simple like that
That gossip, all you say

When I got on girl, you didn’t trust me
My baby you got so LA
Said you wanted to get the Wraith, Imma cop that
But she don’t fly my way
Now she wanna come back
One shot, play me, I become ghost
Anyone I love most, Anyone I hold close
But she don’t drive my car, unless I’m on a boulevard
She’s so cliché
Used to be my type, now I’m off those
Can’t believe you’re so simple (I can’t believe it)
She moved to Weho, now that’s where she stay
Driving through the city full of lost souls

She say, he say

AJ Tracey – Quarterback

Go learn to grind and get on my wage
If i had beef then i slid back
No wasteman can jump on my song
Got them all running off the beat like Costa
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
You ain’t my mate so don’t call man A

Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Baby girl I owe you a sexing
I was doing laps on my Ridgeback
[Verse 2]
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Running up checks like a doctor
Hittin’ up my line on the next ting
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Young nigga, they know my age
My team got a five star roster
My bitch’d bad, thick and bou-jee
I’ve got her number but I’m just texin’
But he try cap so I decked him
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Break man’s soul when I’m flexing

Step up on the stage and they never boo, me
Automatic whip, no stalling that
And i had her on her knees when I checked in
Get into the bag, I want all of that
I get head and keep all the lights on
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Get into the bag, I want all of that
[Verse 1]
I’m tryna win gold like Oscar
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Get into the bag, I want all of that
I was in the states counting, blue, cheese
Leave me be, get out my face
[Chorus]
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
They thought I would flop and they’re wrong
Like bread before the Draco sign
Girl you wanna fuck? Better get in line
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Came through, I’m here to take what’s mine
Sleep on a nigga, go ahead and you’ll, see
[Chorus]
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
You ain’t bae so don’t call man bae
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Automatic whip, no stalling that
I secured the bag and went on my way
Your bitch threw a fit when I tossed her

My LA dons make the Draco fly
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Made the trap jump, Jordan, 2,3
Turn up, finesse the chick and I’m gone
[Chorus]
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
They behind, they’re not on my page
And I’ll still miss the drop if I want
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Nah i was doing laps on a specialized
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
I took a grey ting to my hotel
Automatic whip, no stalling that

me? If people say "fly" I’m like wait, who?
If she wanna fuck twice, that’ll cost her
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
A new flow, try and do it too, impostor
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
AJ, T
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Be like, me

Still here, fit as hell my life’s strong
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
I don’t want you I want next ting
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays like a quarterback
Got her number but I ain’t calling back
Automatic whip, no stalling that
Man’ll call the plays quarterback
London’s best star in QB
Automatic whip, no stalling that
No "Whatless" old man can make me sign
Get into the bag, I want all of that
Free my bros, they locked in that cage
Get into the bag, I want all of that

Justine Skye – Woosah

Swear I resent you
Even let my feelings show
[Verse 2]
But I won’t get emotional
How did I let you
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
[Verse 1]
I didn’t mean to
Try to forget you
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Let you play me like a fool
Ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry
Ain’t gon’ ooh
No, cry
Ooh, not this time
[Chorus]
I ain’t gon’ cry

Time for you to hit the road
Sob
Why’d you let them hit the floor
Not for you
Not for anyone

Ain’t gon’
Not for anyone
Why do I love you?
Even if I’m mad as hell
Not for anyone
I’ll be better on my own
Ooh, sob
Not for you
Let your ego take control
Not for anyone
[Chorus]
Now I regret you
Ooh, sob
Not for you
Even if I’m mad as hell
I didn’t mean to
Why did I trust you?
Can’t believe I didn’t know
I ain’t gon’ cry, cry, cry

Not gon’ cry
Even if I’m mad as hell
Ain’t gon’ ooh
Even if I’m mad as hell
Not for you

WORLD5 – I Won’t Let You Down

(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
This time
I won’t let you down
Not this time
How i remember… remember you
We’ll watch the clouds roll by
Now your warm blood runs through my hands
Best laid plans

I´m on My Way, I’ll Look after you
I won’t let you down

Not this time
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
Love of ours

I won’t let you down
If Winter stays, A black December

I won’t let you down
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
Where was I
(i won’t let you down, won’t let you, i won’t let you down again )
And all I ask is why
I won’t let you down
Summer breeze with clear blue skies
If April showers, like tears fall down this
Those wondrous days
I won’t let you down