Ed Sheeran – Supermarket Flowers (At The BRIT Awards 2018) (Live)

You were an angel in the shape of my mum

I threw the day old tea from the cup

A heart that’s broke is a heart that’s been loved
Oh, I’m in pieces, it’s tearing me up, but I know
I fluffed the pillows, made the beds, stacked the chairs up
But mum, there’s a tear every time that I blink
And wiped a tear from the side of my face
So I’ll sing Hallelujah

Poured the old ginger beer down the sink
[Chorus]
He said, "Hallelujah, you’re home"
Spread your wings and I know
Dad always told me, "Don’t you cry when you’re down"
Took the get well soon cards and stuffed animals
Packed up the photo album Matthew had made
I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
You were an angel in the shape of my mum

He’ll say, "Hallelujah, you’re home"
[Outro/Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Memories of a life that’s been loved
That when God took you back
When God takes you back
A life with love is a life that’s been lived
When God takes you back
Folded your nightgowns neatly in a case
You got to see the person I have become

I hope that I see the world as you did ’cause I know
He’ll say, "Hallelujah, you’re home"
Spread your wings as you go
You were an angel in the shape of my mum
Spread your wings as you go
[Pre-Chorus]
When I fell down you’d be there holding me up
So I’ll sing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
John says he’d drive then put his hand on my cheek
When I fell down you’d be there holding me up

Sam Smith – Too Good At Goodbyes (At The BRIT Awards 2018) (Live)

And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
You must think that I’m new to this
N
(No way that you’ll see me cry)

Even when I mean the most to you
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
Even when I mean the most to you
[Chorus]
Even though you mean the most to me
I

I’m way too good at goodbyes
[Bridge]
(I’m way to good at goodbyes)
No, no, no, no, no

And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
No way that you’ll see me cry
In case you go and leave me in the dirt
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
No way that you’ll see me cry
So I’m never gonna get too close to you
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
(No way that you’ll see me cry)
In case you go and leave me in the dirt
I’m way too good at goodbyes

No, no, no, no
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
[I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
And every time you walk out, the less I love you

[Verse 1]
[Verse 2]
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
You must think that I’m stupid
I’m never gonna let you close to me
[Chorus]
No

Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
I’m just protecting my soul
[Pre-Chorus]
(No way that you’ll see me cry)
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts

[I’m way too good at goodbyes
I know you’re thinking I’m heartless
(No way that you’ll see me cry)
Baby, we don’t stand a chance, it’s sad but it’s true
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
Y

No way that you’ll see me cry
‘Cause every time I open up, it hurts

But I have seen this all before
I’m way to good at goodbyes
I know you’re thinking I’m cold

You must think that I’m a fool
[Chorus]
I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
I’m just protecting my innocence
Y
(I’m way to good at goodbyes)
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
Even though you mean the most to me
I’m way too good at goodbyes
(I’m way too good at goodbyes)
Every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
I’m never gonna let you close to me
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
[Pre-Chorus]
No, no, no
I’m way too good at goodbyes
‘Cause overtime you hurt me, the less that I cry

Dua Lipa – New Rules (At The BRIT Awards 2018) (Live)

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em (baby you know I count ’em)
Two, don’t let him in
Makin’ myself crazy
Three, don’t be his friend
I’m still tryna’ learn it by heart
One, don’t pick up the phone

You ain’t getting over him
Three, don’t be his friend
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
You ain’t getting over him
You ain’t getting over him
But he keeps pullin’ me backwards
Oh, he makes me feel like nobody else
One, don’t pick up the phone
You have to kick him out again
(Too many times, too many times)
(Nowhere to turn, no way)

One, don’t pick up the phone
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning

I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I keep pushin’ forwards
Nobody else
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
And if you’re under him
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em

And if you’re under him
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone

I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Now I’m standing back from it
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
Rehearse and repeat it ’cause I (I, I, I)
(Out of my mind, out of my mind)
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I finally see the pattern
So I tell myself, I tell myself
Wrote it down and read it out
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
You know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
And if you’re under him
Practice makes perfect
Three, don’t be his friend
But my love, he doesn’t love me
You have to kick him out again

Two, don’t let him in
(Nowhere to turn, no)
(I never learn, I never learn)
So I tell myself, I tell myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
Don’t let him in, don’t let him in
Eat, sleep, and breathe it

Talkin’ in my sleep at night

But my love, he doesn’t loves me
One, one, one

I do, I do, I do
Hopin’ it would save me
Two, don’t let him in
You know he’s only calling ’cause he’s drunk and alone
I’ve gotta tell them to myself
I’ve got new rules, I count ’em
You ain’t getting over him
Don’t be his friend, don’t be his friend
You have to kick him out again

Foo Fighters – The Sky Is A Neighborhood (At The BRIT Awards 2018) (Live)

(The sky is a neighborhood)
[Chorus]
Heaven is a big bang now
Heaven is a big bang now
Don’t look now
A star burned out
Keep it down
So keep it down
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Lights coming up ahead
The sky is a neighborhood
The sky is a neighborhood

[Bridge]
Oh my dear

Thoughts like a minefield
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Keep it down

Bangin’ on the ceiling
Something coming up ahead
Gotta get to sleep somehow
[Verse 2]
All hope is gone
Bangin’ on the ceiling
The sky is a neighborhood
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Keep it down
Mind is a battlefield
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Keep it down
[Verse 3]
Bangin’ on the ceiling

Gotta get to sleep somehow
Bangin’ on the ceiling
I’m a ticking bomb
Gotta get to sleep somehow

Keep it down
Heaven is a big bang now
[Pre-Chorus]
The sky is a neighborhood
Don’t make a sound
Bangin’ on the ceiling

Heaven is a big bang now
The sky is a neighborhood

Keep it down
Oh my dear
The sky is a neighborhood
Whose side you’re on?
Gotta get to sleep somehow
Trouble to the right and left
A star burned out

Gotta get to sleep somehow
Bangin’ on the ceiling
[Outro]
Heaven is a big bang now
Don’t get lost

Bangin’ on the ceiling
The heart is a storybook
Bangin’ on the ceiling

Oh my dear

Bangin’ on the ceiling
Oh my dear

Don’t look now
Bangin’ on the ceiling
Gotta get to sleep somehow
[Verse 1]
(The sky is a neighborhood)
Don’t look now
Oh my dear
The heart is a storybook
[Chorus]
Oh my dear
[Chorus]
Heaven is a big bang now
Heaven is a big bang now
Gotta get to sleep somehow
Don’t get lost
Maybe you should watch your step
[Pre-Chorus]
The sky is a neighborhood
Oh my dear
The sky is a neighborhood
Keep it down

David Guetta, Martin Garrix & Brooks – Like I Do (Lyric Video)

Like I do

Baby, I think of you
Bet you think about it too

Baby, I think of you
Like I do
Like, like I do
Like I do
Bet you think about it too
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Baby, I think of you
Like I do
[Post-Chorus]
Ain’t nobody love you like I do (like I do)
Ain’t nobody love you like I do (like I do)

Like I do
[Chorus]

Bet you think about it too
Like I do
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Like, like I do
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
Bet you think about it too
When I’m all alone and it’s half past two
[Post-Chorus]
Ain’t nobody love you like I do
[Verse]
Baby, I think of you

Ain’t nobody love you like I do
[Verse]
[Chorus]
Ain’t nobody love you like I do
Like I do

[Outro]
Like, like I do
Bet you think about it too
Like, like I do

Baby, I think of you
Like I do

Trill Sammy – Don’t Mean It

Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Your bitch she suck up the semen (suck up the semen)

She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (gas)
[Outro]
[Chorus]
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
My niggas pull up to shoot (brrt)
Boy don’t end up in the hearse
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
I’m smoking dope with the demons
I know she don’t mean it
I know she don’t
Cut that bitch off, it wadn’t working (working)
All of these racks and I know that you see it (racks, racks)
I was that nigga in school (ooh)
So I choose the lean over you (I choose the lean over you)
Hit her from the back and I left her screaming
I know you don’t mean it (yeah)
I know she don’t mean it, oh
Then I took her to the booth
No you don’t, I know you don’t
[Intro]
I count that cash ’til it hurt (it hurts)
I know you don’t
Your bitch she suck up the semen (she suck up the semen)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (huh?)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Your bitch she suck up the semen (she suck up the semen)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)

I know you don’t, yeah
I’ma pull up if it’s worth it (ooh)
Yuh yuh yuh yuh yuh (ooh)
Breaking all the rules, pocket full of blues, ooh
Yeah, I know she don’t
And no I ain’t talking ’bout makeup
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
Got bitches gettin’ loose, ’cause a nigga got the juice, yeah
[Chorus]
[Verse]
I know you don’t (I know she don’t mean it)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
All of these racks made a nigga conceited (conceited)
I know she don’t
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
Your bitch she suck up the semen
Your bitch she suck up the semen (semen)
She hold the MAC in her purse (brrt)
She said she love me I know she don’t mean it
I make the racks and go spend it at Neimans
Playing with them racks, yeah I feel like Serena (phrrr)
I know she don’t
I want the top, yeah the head like a beanie (I want the top)
No you don’t
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
She make that dick disappear like Houdini
She just want molly, no percs (no percs)
Backwood, it’s full of the Earth (you dig)
Pop me two bars, yeah I’m geeking on Venus (phew)
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
Fuck on that bitch, call her boo (boo)
I know you don’t (I know she don’t mean it)
Your bitch she suck up the semen (suck up the semen)
Pour up a gas ’til I’m leaning (ooh)
She said she love me, I know she don’t mean it (know she don’t)
Ice on my wrist got me feeling anemic (ice on my wrist)
I know she don’t mean it, no

I know she don’t
I’m smoking dope with the demons (I’m smoking dope)
Pour up a cup ’til I’m leaning (leaning)
I know you don’t mean it (I know you don’t)
In love with the drank ’cause a nigga be fiendin’ (in love with the drank)

B.o.B – Food Fight

That still ain’t shit, that’s shit ain’t shit
Food pyramid man really ain’t shit
Better make clap like ay, (ay)
Food pyramid ain’t hitting no shit
Toxic waste, toxic waste, toxic, toxic
Fuckin’ wit, fuckin’ with the right one, ay, (ay)
I light up the islands [?] will be
Cooking like food for the WiFi
Sendin’ with the right one, ay, (ay)
Food pyramid ain’t hiding no shit
Radioactive, radioactive, radioactive
Toxic waste, toxic waste, toxic toxic
Too many fallacies, what’s the analysis since you were snoozing
Toxic , ah, toxic waste, toxic
Standing ovation ay, (ay)
Food pyramid that’s shit ain’t shit
Let me get a barn with a Hay, (ay)
Toxic waste, toxic waste
Food of the WiFi, food the WiFi, nigga I’m food for the WiFi
When you know where your mind really is, you can’t be mind control
Fuck it if feel like ay, (ay)
Tryna hit me with the mind control
Food pyramid that’s shit ain’t shit

Sheep will be, sheep will be sleeping they got sleep paralysis
Mind control

Flatbush Zombies – Headstone

So what you want? Everyday I struggle with it
We run this shit like a pair of cleats
I’m super duper fly, Juice’ll keep them hypnotized
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck
That’s the sound of the police Woo-woo!
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Been thuggin’ from the cradle to the grave
Breath easy on the ledge, I’ma push ya

Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Two words, fuck bitches, get money
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
A revolutionary shinin’, with diamond teeth

Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin’, walkin’ dead on
Strictly for my niggas, survival of the fittest
5,4,3,2,1 run
Propaganda set the standards in the terror dome

Young don, Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Gold on my neck, Mr. T
I’m a player on the late night tip, shorty triple six
Never take a loss on my headstone
For the money, only green is the lemonade

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]

Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
Warning, watch them niggas flashin’ like papparazi
I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back
Victory, victory
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada
Ain’t no half-steppin’, see you at the crossroads
‘Cause I never knew I’d get my chance to link up
It was written in a children’s story, that life’s a bitch

T-O-N-Y, top of New York, with a pitchfork
Too late, he already dead
Too late, he already dead
Who am I? Ruthless, easy does it
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Leaned back, give me one more chance
The underdogs, with liquid swords
Ice round my neck like I’m Lil Weeze
Zombie gang reppin’ that NYC
21 questions, like who shot ya? I shot ya!
Imagine when you’re thirty thousand feet up what you think of?Boy, I hated knowin’ that my thoughts would turn to dreams
But I’m so, so deaf, God can’t tell me nothing
Never take a loss on my headstone
This firearm, silencer on, that quiet storm

Like a pimp, here I go to the next episode
[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
Victory, victory
I said my name is Juice, America’s most
But your favorite rapper’s name up on a headstone
BRR-BRR reload it
It’s hell on earth with this rap beat
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
I’m livin’ how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
The chronic, smoke it in public, hate it or love it
Let me count my guns, hum
Biggie Big for the cheese and you’re dead wrong
For the C.R.E.A.M, renegade
I’m feelin’ infamous, immortal with my technique
Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Hi my name is Dirt Cobain
It was written in my diary to start a war
Rather you need dollar, get shot in Bucktown
[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Been thuggin’, from the cradle to the grave
Hell raiser, still feel me Blackout, can I live?
Been thuggin’ from the cradle to the grave
It’s clear to see, all eyez on me, four hundred degrees
[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Resevoir Dogs, check the scar, ignorant shit
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Records on my death certificate, I gave you power
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Troublesome since ’96, you a shook one
Ain’t another nigga this explosive, beastcoast shit
Hell on earth, these the last days, throw your guns up

Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
I’m born to kill, life after death, I made the sacrifice
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss the fingertips
I’m in deep cover, skrr skrr

Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
Tonight’s the night, guess who’s back on my block
Though the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on them
Only god can judge me slippin’, I’m infinitely big pimpin’
[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Victory, victory
Too late, he already dead
Money over bitches on my headstone
Yeah, I’m born to mack
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin’ suicidal thoughts
Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
It’s dark in Hell, it’s hot so leave me where I’m at
Right now I’m on the edge, so don’t push me
Never take a loss on my headstone
[Intro: Zombie Juice]
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
You still not a player, you ain’t half as nice
What’s that? I smell pussy
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck, shame on a nigga

Janelle Monae – Django Jane

Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there
Let the vagina have a monologue
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
Prolly get a Emmy dedicated to the
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
I put my life on a life line
Black and white, yeah that’s always been my camo
I say anybody got it?
Let’s get caught downtown in the whirlwind
This is my palace, champagne in my chalice

Momma was a G, she was cleanin’ hotels
And hit the mute button
Runnin’ down Grammys with the family
You want the world? Well, what’s it worth?
I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off like Van Gogh
Nigga move back, take a seat, you were not involved
Mansplaining, I fold em like origami
Prolly give a Tony to the homies
Made a fandroid outta yo girlfriend
Poppa was a driver, I was workin’ retail

Remember when they used to say I look too mannish
We gon’ start a motherfuckin’ pussy riot
Wondaland, so my alias is Alice
Y’all can’t ban it, made out like a bandit
Jane Bond, never Jane Doe

Who shot the sheriff, then fled to Paris
I got away with murder, no Scandal
Box office numbers, and they doin’ outstandin’
We ain’t hidden no more, moonlit nigga, lit nigga
Kept us in the back of the store
Who twist the plot?
We fem the future, don’t make it worse
We gave you God, we gave you Earth

And I Django, never Sambo
Celebrated, graduated, made it pass/fail
Black girl magic, y’all can’t stand it
Highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated
Or we gon’ have to put ’em on a pussy diet
We gave you life, we gave you birth
Cue the violins and the violas
For the culture, I kamikaze
It’s lookin’ like y’all gon’ need some more ammo
They been trying hard just to make us all vanish
Emoticons, Decepticons, and Autobots
This a tsunami What’s a wave, baby?
Now, pan right for the angle
A-town, made it out there

Look at that, I guarantee I got ’em quiet

And paint the city pink, paint the city pink
In the darkest hour, spoke truth to power?
Look at that, I guarantee they all inspired
Already got a Oscar for the casa
Runnin’ outta space in my damn bandwagon
Do anybody got it? Do anybody got it?
I suggest they put a flag on a whole nother planet
And nigga, down dawg
Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale
And tuck the pearls in, just in case the world end
I got it all covered like a wedding band
Yeah, Gemini they still jammin’
Yeah, we highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated

Janelle Monae – Make Me Feel

That’s just the way you make me feel
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
That’s just the way you make me feel
There’s nothin’ better (better!)
[Verse 2]
That’s just the way you make me feel

That’s just the way you make me feel
You know I love it so please don’t stop it
An emotional, sexual bender
That’s just the way you make me feel
Laying your body on a shag carpet (oh)
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better (oh!)
Should know by the way I use my compression
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
[Chorus – Outro]
That’s just the way you make me feel
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better
There’s nothin’ better
You got me right here in your jean pocket (right now)
All of the feelings that I’ve got for you
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real

Can’t be explained, but I can try for you
That’s just the way that I feel now, baby
That’s just the way you make me feel
[Verse 1]
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way that I feel, yeah
[Bridge]
Agh! Good God! I can’t help it!
I can’t help it Please!

Baby, don’t make me spell it out for you
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better
You keep on asking me the same questions (why?)
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]

An emotional, sexual bender
You know I love it, so please don’t stop it

Yeah, baby, don’t make me spell it out for you
An emotional, sexual bender
That’s just the way you make me feel
There’s nothin’ better
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender

That’s just the way you make me feel
And second guessing all my intentions
That you’ve got the answers to my confessions

Lissie – Best Days

[Chorus 2]

[Verse 2]
I want a diamond ring
[Verse 1]
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me
Oh, oh, oh, yeah

I dropped out and moved to California
I want more best days
But I, I want more
Am I gonna last forever?

[Outro]
[Chorus 1]
If the best days that we’ll know are just in the past
Waiting to be realised
When I tell you baby that I got a problem
I want more best days
I want more best days
I’m gonna last forever
If the best days that I know are just in the past
And it’s not a surprise
I, I, oh I, I, I
I wanna know what it’s all for
I want more best days
Got a pick-up truck
I got it." You say, "Honey, hold on.
Left Ojai for the next best thing
I keep my eye on that prize

Are we gonna last forever?
I want more best days
Everybody’s got ’em, it’s a big bad world
I want more best days
If the best days that I know are just in the past
[Bridge]
I want more best days
I want more best days

[Chorus 1]
Am I gonna last forever?
Waiting to be realised
What you gotta say is you don’t know anymore
Waiting to be realised
Oh, oh
I want more best days
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me
‘Cause the best days of our life are coming for us
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me
I keep my eye on that prize
I want more best days
I could’ve stayed in college but I didn’t wanna

Marian Hill – Subtle Thing

It’s a subtle thing
It’s 2AM and I am trying to sleep
I always see you when I’m out on the street
[Verse 2: Samantha Gongol]
Such a subtle thing
Every time I hear it now I kinda start to swear
Are you teasing me?
[Chorus: Samantha Gongol]
Such a subtle thing
When you look at me
(It’s a subtle thing)
I love the way we move

[Chorus: Samantha Gongol]
Looping all you know forever
I don’t wanna live without it
Dreaming like a broken record
I don’t wanna talk about it
[Verse 1: Samantha Gongol]
(I love the way we move)
It’s a subtle thing
I wanna talk and you appear on my screen
Such a subtle thing
Heard your favorite record on the day before we met
You told me "Lady, you were thinking"
You told me "Lady, you were thinking"
[Bridge: Samantha Gongol]
[Chorus: Samantha Gongol]
Wanna call you over when I feel you getting closer
It’s a subtle thing
Such a subtle thing
It’s a subtle thing
It’s a subtle thing
We always play into

(It’s a subtle thing)

When you look at me
When you look at me

(We always play)
It’s a subtle thing
(Into)
You told me "Lady, you were thinking of me"
Such a subtle thing

Post Malone – Psycho (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Know that I been with the shits ever since a jit, ayy
She said, "Can I have some to hold?"
The AP goin’ psycho, my Rollie goin’ brazy
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Take you where I’m from, take you to the slums
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Girl, you look beautiful tonight
Boolin’ with a thot-thot, she gon’ give me top-top
And I’m like "woah"
Try to stuff it all in, but it don’t even fit, ayy
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
Man, my dash so goddamn cold
Dolla Valentino, we gon’ hit Pico
Sippy on the Panky, chain so stanky
My money thick, won’t ever fold
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell her four, five, the fifth, ayy
This ain’t happen overnight, no, these diamonds real bright
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
And I can never tell you no
Stars on the roof, they matching with the jewelry
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
[Chorus: Post Malone]
We’re hittin’ lil’ mamas, she wanna have my babies
I got homies, let it blow, oh, oh
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Dolla ridin’ in an old school Chevy, it’s a drop top
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you

30 for a walkthrough, man, we had every slit, ayy

My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
Out the window of the Benzo, we gets in in the rent’
Just one swish, I can make the ass drop (ayy)
Diamonds weigh my teeth is sore
Had so many bottles, gave ugly girl a sip
Uh, take you to the smoke shop
[Verse 1: Post Malone]
Saint Laurent jean, still in my Vans though

Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Yeah, my AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
My roof look like a no-show, got diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
We gon’ get high, ayy, we gon’ hit Rodeo

My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
[Chorus: Post Malone]
Can’t really trust nobody with all this jewelry on you
Don’t act like you my friend when I’m rollin’ through my ends, though
My AP goin’ psycho, lil’ mama bad like Michael
You should see the whip, promise I can take yo’ bitch

I made my first million, I’m like, "Shit, this is it," ayy
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
All VVSs, put you in a necklace

LOGIC – 44 More

And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin’ and goin’
Wack mothafuckas have annoyed this
Now my phone blowin’ up like ring
Finna push it to the ledge
Just as long as they never say (preach!)
Leave me alone, I’m in the zone where I’ve been prone to destroy shit
Talk all you want, we are not the same
Can’t sleep on the boy anymore, but the haters that love to hate gon’ pop an Ambien
Yeah I’m tryna reach everybody in the streets, puttin’ words to the beats
I don’t flex to be acknowledged (preach!)
They say, they say life is a bitch and if that is the case then I’m finna surprise her
He had to flex to be acknowledged (ayy)
Ayy, bitch I been goin’ and goin’ like the Energizer
Heard of us, we ain’t goin’ nowhere, it’s a herd of us
I’m finna, I’m finna, I’m finna
At this point it’s common knowledge (preach!)
Check the numbers, I’m a champion
Know the name, now they know the alias, that’s for sure
Step in the spot, now they know the name
From the start like this, from the heart like this
[Verse]
Swear to God that they would but they won’t
I’m finna kill it instead
Yes, you know I enjoy this
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
In the cut, smokin’ on indica
Hold up, roll up
No, I cannot fuck with that
Daddy just wanna be loved, just like everybody wanna be accepted (ayy)
Who the beast one? That be me, I’m the pride to the East one
He in the club throwin’ dollars and now cannot afford to send me to college (ayy)
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Who you know dropped the album back to back to back to back to back to back again?
Yeah, it’s happenin’ ’cause I’ve been livin’ in a world on my own
Finna get it like yeah, yeah, like yeah, like yeah (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Yeah, I’ve been smokin’ my meds
No, I cannot fuck with that shit (ayy)
Yeah, I’m supplyin’ the wood like Elijah
And I’m 3 for 3 like a free throw
I done made 20 million dollars (preach!)
Levitated like I’m David Blaine
Can’t let fame go to your head
You in the club throwin’ dollars, but I’m savin’ mine so my kids go to college (preach!)
Each one teach one, yeah I’m tryna reach one
Doin’ righteous
Ain’t got no love for the feds
I’m back again to snap again and goddamnit, it ain’t no other way around it
Spittin’ riddles in the middle of a past-time
Or maybe whatever they wanna do (preach!)
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
All you haters been abolished (preach!)
Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!
Everybody think that they do but they don’t
Finna murder it, a million miles and there ain’t no nitrous
Anybody hatin’ on the boy
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this
I will, I will do like I’ve never done it
Gave ’em 44, now here’s 44 more
Star Lord, champion
But somehow he had neglected me and my momma for all of this rap shit" (ayy)
Me in my mind, feelin’ divine, like yeah
Livin’ a dream like I’m David Aames
Never need to mention, I’m that motherfucker bustin’ heads
Preach, mothafuckin’ preach
You cannot avoid this
No, I am not an adviser, but I do advise you to pay attention
"Daddy blew 20 million dollars (ayy)
Shout out everybody, no fuckin’ around, ain’t heard of this
‘Cause bitch, I’ve been blowin’ up like C-4
That Kevin Durant, I’m a champion
Take a step back and then deepthroat
If that ain’t a sign of the times then I don’t know what is, man this shit is scary

PRhyme – Rock It

I just been the same standup nigga since the day I came in this game
All I can do is turn your sister to my all-night masseuse
Word up
They tried to blackball me, but couldn’t, I was too fuckin’ good
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
[Intro: DJ Premier scratches]

Oh, my gosh! I said Oh, my gosh!
And I just come in here to stay til’ I’m crippled
You know I come around and rock it
My ratchet blows, it’s trappin’ souls like Bryson Tiller
I’ma always be here laughin’ and clownin’, last til’ I promise
You know I come around and rock it

Word up
Zonin’ to Gu’, this is my moment of truth
You know I come around and rock it
I’ma hunt her down, I’ma hit it, I’ma come around and rock it
Go in the two with extra zone in the booth, flow in the tool
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9"]
Who still has Ashanti and Kelly Rowland in dreams
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I’ma come around your city
You know I come around and rock it
Even Patron had to stand in line and wait" "Hey!
Word up
You know I come around and rock it
Yes, you can Now, can I rock it?
Anytime I come around your city, I’m gon’ burn it down
Anytime I come around your city, I’m gon’ burn it down
You know I come around and rock it
I’m feelin’ like the diamond on the permanent throne
Now, first the Dipset split up, then Azealia Banks leave twitter
Weed like the Qu’ran, burn it, you can get stoned
You know I come around and rock it
PRhyme, word up
That’ll get these guys on the charts to fit a liger of bars
And now y’all disrespectin’ the King
Venue after venue, I’ma come around and rock it
Yes, you can Can I rock it?
[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9"]
It’s smellin’ like a megaphone in the coupe
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
I live my life for my girls and my boys
The headphones, the microphone and the new poems approve
Can I rock it? Yes, you can
If she pretty, I’ma come around your city
I come there with the street sweepers for niggas
And last but not least, I’ma finally retire my dad
You know I come around and rock it
You know I come around and rock it
This is God’s work handcrafted by karma
They tried to run me out of my city, I was too fuckin’ hood
Word up
You know I come around and rock it
And that’s the very thing that gets me out the bed in the mornin’
[Outro: DJ Premier scratches]
First the Fat Boys break up, then Bow Wow retires
You know I come around and rock it
I’m the best to ever progress on the measured, metronome in the loop
I’m what you call the epitomizer of gettin’ dark, I will spit a geyser
Word up

I’ma hunt her down, I’ma hit it, I’ma come around and rock it
Oh, my gosh! They saying Oh, my gosh!
Venue after venue, I’ma come around and rock it

And now you niggas hatin’ on Nickel
I write for Sean Price and Dilla, my mic is Thriller
I’ma combination of Kane, G-Rap, Reggie Noble, and James
From that post office, and that’s on my mama
[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9"]
Yes, you can Now, can I rock it?

You know I come around and rock it
I got no fear of dishonor, I bled and lived through trauma
You know I come around and rock it
I got the bread in the corner, got my career in the sauna
[Interlude: DJ Premier scratches]
Claimin’ they doin’ dirt and get to just disinfectin’ the scene
Now, can I rock it? Yes, you can
So, all I’m tryin’ to say (say) to artists tryin’ to kill me is

Can I rock it? Yes, you can
I took my soul back from the devil, now the world can enjoy it
Yes, you can Can I rock it?
They sprayed the crib, left lead in the awnings