Iggy Azalea – Savior (feat. Quavo)

I wonder if you even notice
Lately, I’ve been feelin’ hopeless
Countin’ down every moment
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I’ve been looking for a)
Feel the weight of the world like I got a brick on me
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
[Chorus: Quavo]

Lately, I’ve been feelin’ hopeless

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]

Easy to lose focus, but I’ll wait for ya
Can you give me the strength now to beat that?
I wonder if you even know me
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah ay, na na na ay)
I been sendin’ up a prayer hope the call gets through
Ah ay, na na na ay
Had a dance with the devil and he got a grip on me
[Chorus: Quavo]
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)

That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
‘Cause my heart beats for you only
Ah ay, na na na ay (savior, yeah, to save me)

Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, save me
I wonder if you even notice
I feel like God playin’ tricks on me, got a fix on me
‘Cause my heart beats for you only
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (all for you, uh)
[Post-Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Quavo]
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
[Bridge: Iggy Azalea]
Savior, yeah, to save me
My path got muddy, I feel like my feet trapped
I’m just tryna get to heaven, hope you got a ticket for me, uh
Ah ay, na na na ay (yeah)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to
Past full of sin can someone delete that
Just in case I see your face and you decide to run up
Been around the world and I, I, I, I can’t find my baby
I wonder if you even know me
[Outro: Iggy Azalea & Quavo]
I’ve been sending up prayers I need feedback
Got me walkin’ out the house all done up
Countin’ down every moment
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)

I’ve been looking for a savior (ah ay, na na na ay)
Easy to lose focus, but I’ll wait for ya
Why you keep me waitin’? Goin’ through the phases

Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (uh)
Things gettin’ crazy, losin’ my patience
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah ay, na na na ay)
[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

[Chorus: Quavo & Iggy Azalea]
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey)
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
Yeah, I’m in a different place, I need someone to hold on to
Ah ay, na na na ay (I’ve been looking for a savior,)
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I’ve been looking for a)

I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)

Taylor Swift – Delicate

[Chorus]
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
But you can make me a drink
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Any promises now, can we, babe?
Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share

Sometimes when I look into your eyes
Is it cool that I said all that?
Isn’t it delicate?
My reputation’s never been worse, so
Is it cool that I said all that?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
You must like me for me…
Is it cool that I said all that?
‘Cause I like you
[Verse 2]
Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
Long night, with your hands up in my hair
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
‘Cause I like you
Is it cool that I said all that?
Come here, you can meet me in the back
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Is it cool that I said all that?
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate

Is it chill that you’re in my head?
But you can make me a drink
Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you
My reputation’s never been worse, so
[Bridge]
You must like me for me…
Handsome, you’re a mansion with a view
Third floor on the West Side, me and you
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it too soon to do this yet?
You must like me for me…
Any promises now, can we, babe?
This ain’t for the best
My reputation’s never been worse, so
Is it cool that I said all that?
Isn’t it delicate?

Just think of the fun things we could do
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
Yeah, I want you
[Intro]
Phone lights up my nightstand in the black
This ain’t for the best
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)

Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
Isn’t it delicate?
Is it too soon to do this yet?

Is it chill that you’re in my head?
Yeah, I want you
[Verse 1]
(Yeah, I want you)
We can’t make
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
This ain’t for the best
Is it chill that you’re in my head?

Is it chill that you’re in my head?
‘Cause I like you
[Chorus]
Is it cool that I said all that?
Do the girls back home touch you like I do?
We can’t make
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Is it too soon to do this yet?
We can’t make
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate (delicate)
Sometimes I wonder when you sleep
Is it cool that I said all that?
But you can make me a drink
‘Cause I know that it’s delicate
(Yeah, I want you)
I pretend you’re mine, all the damn time
Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?

Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it? Isn’t it?
Oh damn, never seen that color blue
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
‘Cause I like you
Any promises now, can we, babe?
Are you ever dreaming of me?

Kelly Clarkson – Didn’t I (On The Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

Didn’t I give you everything?
And your water keeps puttin’ us out
Didn’t I, didn’t I
Didn’t I?
I gave you everything
Beggin’ hold me ’til it’s over?
I gave you everything, baby (baby, baby)
Too blind to see, the way it stings, the pain it brings
To burn on for the both of us
D-d-didn’t I?
You got the best of me, baby (baby, baby)
When you’re lonely, just remember
Didn’t I, didn’t I?
Didn’t I give you everything?
When you’re lonely, just remember
My fire was hot enough
I gave you everything
Beggin’ hold me ’til it’s over?
And my heart hurts from holdin’ out hope
With all the dirt you’re throwing at me
Then turn around and call me your queen
Well this game is too ugly, boy
And these hands are tired from keepin’ you up
Didn’t I give you everything?

And I can’t stay clean
You got the best of me, baby (baby, baby)

Remember, not long ago
When you’re lonely, just remember
Didn’t I give you everything?
You called me hysterical
Didn’t I, didn’t I?
Didn’t I give you everything, baby?
Didn’t I
[Chorus]
Didn’t I
[Verse 1]
(Baby) Didn’t I give you everything?
Didn’t I give you everything, baby?
[Pre-Chorus]
Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I?
I’ve told you so many times before
I gave you everything, baby (baby, baby)
Then turn around and call me your queen
Didn’t I give you everything?
Ooh
Beggin’ hold me ’til it’s over?
D-d-didn’t I?
Too blind to see, the way it stings, or the pain it brings
And I should be steam

D-d-didn’t I?
Didn’t I give you everything, baby?
I finally figured us out
I’m over this tug of war
Didn’t I
[Bridge]
Hear you cryin’ on my shoulder?
Didn’t I, didn’t I
[Outro]
[Verse 2]
Hear you cryin’ on my shoulder?
Didn’t I?

[Chorus]
The way you love to rain over me

Oh, yeah (Baby)

[Chorus]
I gave you everything, baby (baby, baby)

I gave you everything
Didn’t I?
Now I’m finally lettin’ go of the rope, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
You got the best of me, baby (baby, baby)
Hear you cryin’ on my shoulder?
Didn’t I give you everything?
Didn’t I, didn’t I?
Didn’t I give you everything?

Kelly Clarkson – I Don’t Think About You (On The Late Night With Seth Meyers) (Live)

I lost my sanity
[Pre-Chorus]
It made me strong enough to do this
No, I don’t think about you
[Chorus]

Days and nights I thought I’d never make it at all
Breathe
It was hard to hold on
Weighing down on me
Puttin’ up with all the bullshit
Feeling like myself again, no worries at all
And now that we are through, nothin’ left to lose
Turned my strength into weakness
No, no, no, I don’t think about you
[Chorus]
But it’s your time to face the music
Yeah, I learned a lot along the way
And now that we are through, nothin’ left to lose
I found my heartbeat
I feel freedom where I stand now
No, no, no, I don’t think about you
You can’t see where you’re goin’
After all that I’ve been through, nothin’ left to prove
(Not anymore) Not anymore
No, no, no, I don’t think about you
No, no, no, I don’t think about you
[Verse 2]
So I decided just to play the part
Weighing down on me
[Pre-Chorus]
It used to bother me, thought I could never leave
I was patient, but not anymore
[Bridge]
I didn’t want it all to fall apart
It used to bother me, thought I could never leave
So I put all my faith in us
After all that I’ve been through
Weighing down on me

I love the woman that I became
And you swore I’d never do it
No, no, no, I don’t think about you
I didn’t know who I could trust
[Verse 1]
I don’t think about you (no)

I lost my sanity
And now that we are through, nothin’ left to lose
Now I stand tall

[Outro]
Oh, you tore me to pieces

[Chorus]
After all that I’ve been through, nothin’ left to prove
It’s back in my hands

And I feel proud of who I am now
But honestly, I’d do it all again
Couldn’t make it at all
I found my sanity
When you’re lost in the moment
After all that I’ve been through, nothin’ left to prove
(No, no, no) No, no, no
No one can stop me from livin’ this moment for me
It used to bother me, thought I could never leave
No, no, no, I don’t think about you
No, no, no, I don’t think about you

Tory Lanez – Memories Don’t Die (Freestyle)

I ding dong ditch bitches when the fling gone
Bitch, I look so good, even the dykes watch me
Like I ain’t been up in your chick dorm since the flip phones
That French Vanilla is lit and the shit is intense
Listen, look, I been this way, I don’t care how the fuck I’m coming in this way
Whole team of shooters, bunch of Steph Curries in my clique
Niggas come through, I got them bitches on the CD
And your daughter want that brand new toy
I spent nights in that cold for that hard paper
Boy, I’m a wild boy, check the style, boy
These fuck niggas say they coming for the kid neck?
I switch tags just so I could let my chicks brag
And they attached to the arms like wrist bands
Give you dog shots like I’m checking in a sick pet
Forty fifth on the block, niggas milly rocking
Ciroc poppin’, shout out my nigga French
So you on the corner, niggas talking shit and the plug, he keep avoidin’ ya
I leave you on your sweatshirt like Earl died
That hustle all day though he never had a daughter
My ice rocky, nice jocky
Look, I do this for that youngin’ on the corner
Tryna make a bitch bow down in the chow chows
Just look at my blood, my shit is just ooze money
And we on cam like dipset
‘Cause I pop tops like I’m opening some Altoids
Working on the strip, chilling with a .30 on my hip
Now I’m on my own, I’m just tryna get my own up
I’m ill nigga, this is not a time drill
Look, I’m the hot kid in the school
My dawg copped twenty birds, and they just keep coming
But yo, I got a sick set
So you wanna hustle and you tryna get your coin up
The cops on draw quick fast so my shit stashed
He never had a father, he hustle in the corner
I’m a lot of y’all father like Darth Vader
I used to have to stash work in my broad spot
Make this shit pop like oil in a chrome pot
We don’t count down on those, that’s a ball drop
I’m prayin’ to the lord, he’s the one that been blessing me
Got street ties with the street guys
Cops came, had to stash work in the bra strap
He sold four and plus he let a sick team run ’em
Man, I remember serving on the strip
Had to come through, 54, bought the chrome up
Brain from your chick in the whip that I just crashed
Next nigga diss Tory Lanez ’bout to get shot in his face, nigga
I don’t give a fuck, y’all nigga know how I be rocking
I’m on my thing and my niggas let them things bark
I’m a stunna, my wrist done up, my girls got the scar tissue on her tits done up
I used to serve on the strip and watch Seinfield
I’ll hustle ’til it’s nothing left in me, and the plug hear ’bout me and gotta invest in me
So you in the only son to keep the loving in the core
And you can’t afford a bed, layin’ covers on the floor
I’m telling that he wilding tryna truck the shit to Florida
You would thinks the guns designer, they way they come in rip pants
Fuck niggas know I charge for my hard labour
And you momma’s stressing and her blood pressure getting lower
I’m a real baller, you a towel boy
And down to take his charge when he kill niggas
When I spit, niggas think I’m in that lab fightin’
Chain rain so much water they think we ’bout to have lightning
I fucked around and dubbed ’em
Bitch dance
Listen, that’s why I feel I’m the most hot in the place
I had a bad bitches threesomes last night
And I’m all up in the Champs, and I’m all up in Adidas
Wrink up, see the wrist roller wrinked up
I’m a all around star player
I’m a real nigga
With a mink on and four fingers that my rings on
Wrist cuts, my wrist slants and I’m in the truck getting jiggy, tryna get up in your chick pants
Yo, she like the way my wrist dance
And my Joels all Embiided and I’m feeling all sixered up
When you come up from the poor, you struggle and you short
My whole stretch from south France to Brisbane
And you a bitch, even lookin’ from your girl’s eyes
Even if they fly on G5s, they’ll kill you for a G5
Twin fives put like ten of y’all niggas on shots
I’m with my nigga Ray, my nigga Uno and my nigga GP
We ain’t talking ’bout a verse when it’s a sixteen coming (check)
And my jewels like dipset
In a Bentley, tints tucked, Cuban linked up
Turn it up a little bit
Word to my bald spot
Bitches wanna fuck it up, now they want to lick it up
And have chicks dripping like the sink in their string thong?
Every time a nigga switch hands
I hate niggas that lie and move funny
We could do it however y’all niggas wan’ rock
Niggas hatin’ on me, ’cause they see me and I’m gettin’-
I’m in the club tryna find a thick chick to fuck
Big chain on me in case I gotta get you inked up
And my guns and shooters on quickstands
Fucking with her, I’ma have to lift gun up and bang bang ’til the tissue on your hip come up
Trip, catch six in a second like quick flash
I’m not a picture painter but I will put a nigga in his own chalk
Tory Lanez got the block on whiplash
It’s four hoes with me, if them four hoes did me, shawty, it won’t be a fifth chance
You gon’ do it for mother, lost your brother to the force
I’m that fly type, move through the night cocky
Don’t you know I sing songs with a mink on
No jokes, those’ll get you smoked like quick drag
Phone calls and my connect is just a call drop
A lot of niggas saying they hot but they not in the place
I’m on indictment with a bad lightskin
Yeah, uh
Any cat that know Lanez know I’m worldwide
I’m more wavy than a surfer on a curl tide
Hot chicks say I’m hot and my dick is a jewel
Out there on your own, but shit, Satan will corner ya
Man, after all my neck and wrist is all glittered up
I got a ill lil’ shooter out in Brownsville down for the wild deal
But niggas love to hustle, it’s aura
My dawg got a twenty on him and a semi tucked
Watching out for cops hoping out suburbans on the strip
[Intro]
Look, I send ’em up and I’ma send a [?] back if they sent ’em up
I keep a big fifth stashed in the whip dash
I keep a Tommy on my body but when you see me, I ain’t wearin’ Hilfigher
Fuck around, see me magazine, up all up in the features
Y’all niggas lose money, y’all niggas just snooze money
They gon’ watch me like we on the DVD
I click fast and blang your bitch ass
Got a hustler chick down to smuggle bricks through the West Indies
They man hear about it next day and wan’ get me touched
So much maple leaf money, niggas think I’m playing ice hockey
I’m on Funk Flex, ay yo fuck everybody that said, "fuck Flex"
Whole squad looking like we robbed us a Brink’s truck
I come to the block, above the averages
Niggas think that I’m left hooking and I’m jab writin’
That why keep fly and chill on the cruise money
But, I’ve been in so many life or death situations, I just wanna live it up
And your block? It ain’t hot, man it’s safe
I let the .9 spill
Fifteen hunnid, my FN gunning
Come on akh, pretendin’ y’all niggas on block
And it don’t stop
She like the way the wrists on my fist dance
Sound wow like Tory puttin’ a thou down
I’ll feel blessed if nigga test and my shooter leave him streched ’til the bones in his spine chill
I got all the bad bitches, more stripes than a zebra
Bitch pass if you ain’t lettin’ the clique smash
So you wanna own, tryna get your own up
I don’t give a fuck, my niggas
[Verse 1]
I’ll put ’em in the future, no Elroy
Breath minty and fresh Fendi
I pull up to the party and I pop chicks in the pool
Niggas whole swag ain’t half my chicks bag
I don’t give a fuck man, you see me on the TV
Quick drawin’ like you don’t know where my dick going
Just let me box with that twat, I’ll stick it and move
Every day you ducking strays tryna run in to the store
Niggas tried to hate, had to bring back the chrome up
It was mad riches, all my niggas savages
XXL ain’t want me on the cover, next year they came around
Just a ladder and a roofer that’ll drill niggas
But it’s hard to show her that you broke and can’t afford it
I don’t care what niggas talk and how they wan’ talk

I send semi’s at any nigga that’s testin’ me
I dropped it off and I picked it up
One thing is, I ain’t in that lab writin’, nigga everything is off top

Slim Jxmmi – Brxnks Truck

Pretty face, she got a lil’ ass, too (she got a lil’ ass, yeah)
When I’m shoppin’, I don’t care what it’s costin’ me
Ten-thousand dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)
And the girls still shakin’ for me (shake, shake)
Keep a few racks on me, I used to work in the factory
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
The devil be doin’ the most, but he don’t ever get to me
[Chorus]
[Intro]
I’m on a winnin’ streak, I’m on a killin’ streak (we winnin’, my nigga)
Jxm’
I can walk on water
I bezeled up on these niggas (bezeled up)
TMZ harassin’ me, I got a camera crew (whoa)
Fuckin’ on shawty, I might go a round or two
[Refrain]
Turn up my swag to infinity (Jxm’)
Ear Drummers
You know these bitches checkin’ on me
Ten-thousand dollar outfit, hundred dollar lineup (ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you

I’m goin’ up, check my vertical (check it)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm’)

Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
I leveled up on these niggas (leveled up)
In the club smokin’ weed with the owner (whoa)
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
Yeah, I leveled up (woo, woo)
N.W.A., nigga with attitude, I got a bag or two
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
And I’m frosty like Tony (ayy)
Poppin’ Ace of Spades like Corona (ayy)
I make they bitch come and swallow me
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you

When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
I’m friends with the jeweler, my diamonds like Shamu (my diamonds like Shamu, ayy, ooh)
Fuck it, mane, I’m breakin’ every rule (every rule)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (skrrt, ayy)
When you on top, niggas gon’ hate on you
Yeah, I bezeled up (woo, woo)
One-hundred yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up

In the DMs gettin’ naked for me (ayy)
I’m addicted to shoppin’, so everything brand new (everything brand new, yeah)
Stackin’ up, I love how my money counter move (I love it)
Nigga, boss your life up, I had to boss mine up (ayy)
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Teacher said that I’m a motherfuckin’ prodigy (Jxm’)

And I dropped out of school (dropout)
I ain’t got time for no negative energy (no)
I think the ‘Rari go faster without the roof (Jxm’)
Ten bands, really, that ain’t a lot to me (woo)
That’s what they’re s’posed to do, I don’t know how to lose (yeah)
Nut on her back, then I tell her to follow me (woo)
She rubbin’ the head like she applyin’ shampoo (she rubbin’ the head, yeah)
I ain’t even took a dollar out my pocket
One-hundred yard dash, bitch, I had to run my price up

[Refrain]
Niggas been hatin’, that shit never bothered me
Bring out the Brink’s truck, I’m young, fly and iced up (icy)

Towkio – Symphony (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

You used to get your son from baby daddy (uh)

Broken nail, crack the screen
I’m like Or play along baby girl like a symphony?
(Yo) Tell me, would you play along?
[Outro: Teddy Jackson & Towkio]
And do on Monday the same thing you did Tuesday and Wednesday feel the same

Tell me what you want to do, yeah
Don’t believe everything you’ve been told
You fell outta the sky with a pair of some angel wings
If I say things they might just happen
At this point get lost in translation
‘Cause you ain’t pay for it ’cause you got a big ol’ ass
And if your card decline and you claim fraud
Tell me, would you play along?
And you ain’t learn a thing, now you pay back loans
[Verse 2: Towkio]
I’m like Or play along baby girl like a symphony?
If God sent me an inquiry about angels and instantly
[Pre-Outro: Towkio]
Really, no, I’m just sayin’
So who you owe, what you own, you say you grown
Baby, if I wrote you a symphony

Cry for me? Sin for me?
Would you live for me? Die for me?
Don’t act too cool, play your part
If God sent me an inquiry about angels that he missed consistently
Tell me, would you play along?
[Chorus: Teddy Jackson & Towkio]
If you don’t got money, you can save that thought
With no ring, just a Saturn, whip
Lookin’ for that love in basketball (like why?)
But you don’t know that much, but it’s okay go pour that up
So would you live for me? Or sin for me? Or die for me?
I’m like, each night and it don’t get old
[Chorus: Teddy Jackson & Towkio]
Baby, if I wrote you a symphony
You be looking for the right things in wrong places
Like a man catch chills from your body language
Rolling Stone, I rock like granite
Hit the stage, rock the mic like Janet
Huh? Would you believe it was meant to be? Like
But just know everything that glisten ain’t gold so
Really girl I’m just tryin’ to feel your energy
So let me be the Adam and you be Eve
(Come On!) Play Along
[Verse 1: Towkio]
I just feel all the vibe that you sent for me
Now you feel uncool like your auntie husband and you don’t wanna feel that lame
Tell me, would you play along?
Would you believe in the thing called destiny?
Would you live for me? Die for me?
Time ain’t never movin’ backwards, so okay get this infamy
Then if your man’s there, then he gon’ take that charge
Or die for me? Or sin for me? So would you live for me?
But I can’t tell, pop out, best fit you gon’ put it on
I can feel all the vibe that you sent for me
Worked at noon, slept ’til 3, at the club you risked it all
But you still out here takin’ them big L’s
‘Cause you stayed there ’til they turned the lights on
Tell me, would you play along?
Sin for me? Cry for me?
Tell me, would you play along?

Turn stock to seeds, I might just plant it up
And then you fell out of the sky with some angel wings
It’s your move
Tell me, would you play along?
Just know that your future ain’t sittin’ in stone like

If you got your drink then hold that up
Tell me, would you play along?
Like Damn, know they got it in for me
But if it’s never your fault then it’s never your fault
It’s scientific chemistry, you wifey, WiFi, you connect to me
Would you live for me? Die for me?
Tell me what you want to do, yeah
I ain’t judgin’ beauty pageants but
Tell me, would you play along?
Oh, baby it’s your move (Play along, play)
Ay Play Along! (Come On! Ay)
For that diploma that sit on your wall at home (damn)
So somebody bought it, you ain’t gotta pay that back
So, tell me what you want to do
You was raised a church girl, now you always find yourself out on Sunday
I said, play along play along, like it ain’t that hard
You and your friends watch videos, try and dance like Beyoncé

Sin for me? Cry for me?
Baby, if I wrote you a symphony

Brandi Carlile – The Joke

And your gentle ways, to keep ’em from running wild
And the joke’s on them
Let ’em laugh while they can

We gotta dance with the devil on a river
Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
Call it living the dream, call it kicking the ladder
[Verse 1]
They can kick dirt in your face
It’s your brother’s world for a while longer
And you’re looking tired, but you don’t look scared

Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
I see you tugging on your shirt
Don’t ever let them steal your joy
Let ’em laugh while they can
You’re feeling nervous, aren’t you, boy?
[Verse 2]
I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends
[Chorus]
Let ’em spin, let ’em scatter in the wind
After carrying your baby on your back across the desert
Dress you down, and tell you that your place
You get discouraged, don’t you, girl?
Trying to hide inside of it and hide how much it hurts
I saw your eyes behind your hair

They come to kick dirt in your face
To beat the stream
And the joke’s on them
To call you weak and then displace you
With your quiet voice and impeccable style
I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends
Is in the middle, when they hate the way you shine
I have been to the movies, I’ve seen how it ends
Let ’em laugh while they can
[Chorus]
And the joke’s on them

CHVRCHES – My Enemy (feat. Matt Berninger)

And you could be my remedy
If you could start remembering all the time that you used up
But the emptiness will go on and on
In the end, we did all the damage that you could want, want
I got no more time to hear who you think we should blame
[Verse 2: Matt Berninger]
But your jealousy is more blind than love
Because all your words are so vile, so vicious, so vain
If I could stop remembering all the time that you used up
[Chorus: Lauren Mayberry]
If you could show me love
If you could start remembering all the time that you used up

[Chorus: Lauren Mayberry]

And you could be my enemy
[Chorus: Matt Berninger & Lauren Mayberry]
And you could be my remedy
[Verse 1: Matt Berninger]
In the moment you could be honest, you could wake up, up
If you could show me love
If I could stop remembering all the time that you used up
And you could be my judge
I got no more time to hear what you think about me
And you could be my remedy
If you could start remembering all the time that you used up

Because all your words are so cold, so callous, so clean
If I could stop remembering all the time that you used up
And you could be my enemy
And you could be my judge

If you could show me love
And you could be my enemy
And you could be my judge

Gunna – Lies About You (feat. Lil Durk)

I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels
I got that flame to the torch, young Gunna ball with no court
We ain’t wifing no Chiraq thots
YSL, got none’ but Hi-Tunes, we kill ’em off, no remorse
You caught me in a good mood, can’t put a spike in my groove
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
‘Cause he know he gon’ get peter-rolled
How you want that Saint Laurent bag and you ain’t suckin’ no dick
Them young niggas want to catch a body
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
I drip, I need an award
I hit that trap and quit sports, I give all thanks to the lord
If they out they won’t say shit
My lil LA bitch got jetlag, she off that coke shit
I hit that yo and record, they get that drip from your boy, mmh
Vegas bitch tried to sell me pussy
Threesome, them my type of thots
Main homie’s bitch tried to fuck me
None of my niggas, want to party
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
Tell everything but the truth, get nothin’ but love from my crew
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you

Fuck that Ghost, where the Rari?
I gotta win, I can’t lose, I’m tryna feed all my boys
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
[Chorus: Gunna]
We don’t fuck with no nigga
Track pants, run in ’em
Fuck that shit, come on shawty
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
Got more these designer shoes
I been goin’ hard, I paid all cash for my jewels

I walked in Hermes, bought a bag for my boo
Gorilla glue, Godzilla
Man bag, guns in ’em
I get them blue hundreds, spread them out like a wound
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
Tell that ho like hell no
Can’t get you off my mind, I might die about you
I built that way for that Porsche, I think I’m on a high horse
[Chorus: Gunna]
My outfit cost a dime, can’t control how I move
Your baby mama be trifling, yeah yeah
And she told me he don’t know
Huh, I paid my dues to these hoes
[Chorus: Gunna]
The praises to the god, don’t believe in voodoo
I guess they hate what you do, pull up in coupes with no roofs
‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you
It ain’t a facade, I spent some racks on my shoes
And we about the violence, my young niggas be wildin’

[Verse 1: Gunna]

‘Cause when you at the top they’ll tell lies about you

MoStack – What I Wanna

I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
Car if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I sit comfy, knowing no-one’s cheating on me
I could pull up in the car if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Indian gyal said I’m a bloody ghost
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
[Chorus]
I do what I want you can’t tell me no
[Chorus]
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I like to kiss and cuddle and what?
Take a girl yard if I want to (I just do it, do it)
Send my ‘ooter down there with the chrome-y chrome
I don’t think sometimes
[Verse 2]
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
Don’t be that guy that owes me dough
[Verse 1]
She a wine to bashment while I’m grabbing her
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I could sell a Biggie Smalls album to 2Pac
She’s like "when are you free?"
You know I party with savages
Pull up, pull up when I drop that gloss
My girl with the lisp, said can I get a kiss
‘Cause all I do is hola then I adiós
Rass and rass and rass ’em
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
My gyal even put her arms around me
Never bitch I cost, if you drop out me
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
I’m reckless in this life I live
In the club and I rass up the cannabis
I’m living so single and free
I don’t respect my olders
Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
[Outro]
She so comfy, she even fart around me
I don’t even know why, baby I just live my life
[Intro]
Hit the Caribbean store for some curry goat
She be moving like she’s got some black in her
I don’t think sometimes
I think I lost my mind, I can’t find that shit
She said my meat taste good so she sucked the bone

Go hard if I want to (I just do it, do it)
I’m reckless in this life I live
Plus I drive better when I’m drunk

I saw this gyal at the zebra crossing
[Chorus]
Wouldn’t-a bust that red light if I was sober
Black and white girl man it felt like a zebra crossing (yo shawty)
Cah you’ve been smoking too much skunk
Still a baddaman pon da baddaman block
She said "can I get a lift?"
I’m a hustler, I thought you knew that
Pass me the keys let me drive
Big ass jacket in Dubai, don’t ask why
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
[Bridge]
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna

I’m a hustler, I thought you knew that
Baby gyal I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I said I’m gonna be a star girl I told you so
ILLBLU
I’m reckless in this life I live
That’s your loss, I switch countries like I switch socks
I don’t think sometimes
I treat the car like a go-kart

I could sell a Biggie Smalls album to 2Pac
That was before I put my black in her

I’m with a white girl, dancing with some stamina
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
ILLBLU

Rae Sremmurd – Powerglide (feat. Juicy J)

Ear Drummers
Or the Lamb
Might just leave with me tonight
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Got her splitted
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
Trunk full of slam
Walkin’ ’round, who just steppin’?

Baby girl full moon (ay)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to showboat (oh)
She want a real nigga
But I’ma drink out the bottles
Bitch, want me that check first
On the ‘Gram
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
Kush residue on my jeans
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (hit)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I don’t fuck with [?] ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Can you believe every night we do this, yeah
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
R.I.P Lil Peep
She squirted on the lens (hey)
She wanna fuck, speak up
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
She wanna fuck, speak up
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
Oh, money on monsoon
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
And a nigga be dressin’
With no shame flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
Hold up, Imma’ go and spend that money soon (hold up)
I’ma have that pussy on lock like Hulk Hogan (yeah)
Unintentional flexin’
I pour up for all the girls
Tryna send a girl to college
Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’ What’s in ya’ mug?
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Came out to me with the [?]
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)

But I get it for the free
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
If she bad I put a pinky ring on snow globe
But that don’t mean she a freak hoe
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
Seein’ stars in the rental
And them classy Reeboks

She got that million dollar pussy
Mike WiLL Made-It
Whiter than snow
Pedicure gang get your fingernails did
Me and my niggas closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
Got your broad in the rental?
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
[Verse 4: Juicy J]
20k in AOD
I don’t wanna fuck (yeah)
Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’ What’s in ya’ mug?
Diamonds unthawed
They say it’s cuffing season
(man) I don’t care if she had a man, so?
I told that bitch to come and ski
[Intro: Swae Lee & Juicy J]
Duck sauce on my feet, hoe
If she with it
On the pole
And it’s just me and my kinfolk?

Coming out her clothes (oh)

Money walk with the [?]
She wanna fuck, speak up
Pass around the pre-rolleds
Flava Flav with the Steez, hoe
Oh, Oh
Got your bitch
Yeah, hoe
Shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Yeah these niggas with some money some room
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
I blow hella dope
Yeah, shout out Keisha bottoms
Coming out her clothes (oh)
She can swallow
Fuck with dancers and models
With the gang posted up (up)
Coming in froze (froze)
Yeah, Yeah Yeaah
Shawty came from the bottom
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
Fuck an interview she know the answer (answer)
Dog, you ain’t hood enough
Couple cases of Rose
She can spit it
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
Rollie on my chain
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
I’m being reckless, so I cash in
Baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)

Oh, Oh, Oh

I was sliding in the lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Coming out her clothes (oh)
Much cleaner than your tool kits, woah
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
Tryna send out a message
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Bring her friend
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Oh, You know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the poll (whoa)
I ain’t coppin’ no preacher?
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
She was going up and down the pole like yo-yo (down)
Shout out them girls who get dollars
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins (hey)
She don’t she stop, pedigrees, now they clueless
Prototype cars not a Jaguar, aaah!
Puttin’ numbers up (up)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
Suckin’ dick
V12 helped me get up out the jam

Mally Mall

She can get it
Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’ What’s in ya’ mug?
She like to do a lot of snow
Back seat of my Benz (hey)
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
Say her birthday late July
Shawty bad
Oh, they big balling like Mutombo, yeah
Yeah, that means she a Leo?
I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
She wanna fuck, speak up
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Put that shit on camera (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey)
In the bed
Coming out her clothes (oh)
My feet higher than a motherfucker
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
She wanna fuck, speak up
Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’ What’s in ya’ mug?
Like it ain’t shit but a dollar sign
She said, "I only wanna dance for you"

Future – I.C.W.N.T

[Verse 1]
I got a little better flex, I damn near was obsessed
Smashed her in my drop, got some crazy top
Bought a couple bags, Pucci on splash
I change up my hoes like I change up the weather
Yuh, yuh, yuh
These bitches ain’t shit, we fuck ’em together
Maybe she fuckin’ ’round with the neighbors
Came with her panties, I gave her some lean lean

I ain’t tryna save these hoes, no thank you, ma’am
All that is is a bougie freak, saddity bitch from Laguna Beach

Bought a couple bags, Pucci on splash
I can’t wife no thot, I can’t wife no thot
[Chorus]
Red Ferrari a mean ting, I got a mean ting
I can’t wife no thot, no, I can’t wife no thot
Dropped a little cash, that’s all that
Bought the freak a little puppy but she ain’t nothin’ but my cuddy
I can’t wife no thot, forty at my spot
I can’t wife no thot, I can’t wife no thot
I hit that nanny on green green, swallow my cum, no ring ring
I done damn near wrecked, off that hoe neck
[Chorus]
Pussy good and her throat deep
I can’t wife no thot, I can’t wife no thot
I change up my hoes like I change up the weather
[Outro]
Codeine on her tongue ’cause I’m drinkin’ syrup a lot
Gucci sock get Louis top, big chain made her pussy pop
I put her inside of the Bentley thing
Earring got her lashing out, walkin’ round like a rental cop
Sucked so long, made her nose bleed
I ain’t savin’ no slutty, I hit her and her buddy
I can’t wife no thot, I can’t wife no thot
Maybe she think she more than what she is
Checkin’ bitches, they be on the Gram
Fucked up a Maybelline
I’m from out the slums, fuck these thotties ’cause I’m hot
These bitches ain’t shit, we fuck ’em together
She want the molly, I gave her a green bean
I can’t wife no thot, I can’t wife no thot
8…
She took off her wing wings
Did a donut out the lot soon as I turned out the parkin’ lot
Check her phone, I think she tryna scam
I gave her the clean clean
I had bought some Cartiers ’cause that mouth there on lock
8…
Dropped a little cash, that’s all that
Swerve, swrr, swrr, whrr
I can’t wife no thot, suck my dick till she see snot, ha
I can’t wife no thot, I can’t wife no thot
Maybe she thinkin’ queen
Maybe she think Super gone save her
Hunnid round drum and I shot it on the spot
[Intro]

I can’t wife no thot, I can’t wife no thot
I can’t wife no thot, I can’t wife no thot

Safaree – Hunnid

And my fist is too pricy, killin’ them, where the ivy? (oh)
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Look at they face, what a disgrace
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
Pull off to your bakery, I need my cake
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Third hater, hit him out (where?)
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
I hit you and hit you in the same damn crime
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine

Now I’m more icy, now them folks tryna bite me (whoa)
You niggas be frontin’, ain’t about nothin’
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Windows, tinted
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
Rob me you get two with the same damn nine
Let’s get it
I couldn’t afford this, now all the checks are enormous
Someone go tell Charlemagne this a hit with a mallet
[Chorus]
Get him a pump ’cause he huffin’ and puffin’
[Pre-Chorus]
Popped out, I’m in
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on this, swish

Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Don’t be talkin’ that shit ’cause I know where you stay

I know they just mad ’cause they not at my pace

Hundred on this, swish
You ain’t winnin’, you ain’t Khaled
Yeah
Find a hater, point him out (where?)
My diamonds a faucet drippin’, you know what this cost bitch?
Yeah that’s my side bitch and yeah that’s your bae
Roof up, top down
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
This real, diamonds
[Pre-Chorus]
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it
You ain’t live, you ain’t valid
My wrist is like water, and they hopin’ I drain it out (woo woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Drip drip, swish bitch
[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)

All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime
That’s all ice, now your bitch wanna skate
Pull up, pop out
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Now I pull up in spaceships, damn I should’ve recorded
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
I need to buy crates, I need me a Wraith
Hundred on this, swish bitch
[Chorus]
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
Hundred on, hundred on that (on that, woo)
[Verse 1]
Drip drip, swish bitch
My neck lookin’ like it’s the roof of the Wraith
I put screws in your head, now your name Frankenstein, let’s get it
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Fourth hater, kick him out
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Could’ve did this with Onika, this a hit with a mallet
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Yeah
No track and field but you know that I run it

Hundred on this, swish
Yeah
Hundred on this, swish
Your mans, lyin’ (strip)
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on, hundred on this (on this, woo)
Hundred on, hundred on wrist (on wrist, drip)
You rockin’ them Cubiks, what the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout? (huh?)
Hundred on this, swish
I came from New York bitch, next stop is the Forbes List
[Verse 2]
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
Hundred on, hundred on whip (on whip, woo)
Flossy (oh), shinin’ (oh)
Hundred on this, swish

Another hater, get him out (where?)
Skrrt skrrt, out now (skrrt)
Making me hurl, I’m so sick to my stomach
[Intro]
Drip drip, swish bitch
Drip drip, swish bitch
Hundred on this, swish bitch
All that fake shit not approved so you’re peaceful to crime

ASAP Ferg – Kristi Yamagucci (feat. Denzel Curry & IDK)

Ballin’ on my enemies, I ain’t even tying up to punks

They ain’t talking figures, gotta be six, seven or better
You need to get one of these fuckin’ Motorola’s
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby
Amnesia got rid of the heater
I’ma Calvin Klein model on billboards
Wrap that, put that bitch inside a prophylactic
Niggas gon’ have to press replay
Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got?
Niggas cannot touch you
‘Cause you just all over the fuckin’ world with this shit, baby
Eating that bitch from the back (yeah)
Take you out and then they act like nothin’ happen
I follow the light while you follow the leader
God, nigga I’ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby
Niggas can’t even track us, baby
I shake ’em, they gon’ need a crutch, yeah
Aw lord baby, she got a flip phone
I’m busy just chasing the lettuce
Is that a Nextel baby, Chirp baby
Shoot videos in the PJ’s
[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
Imagine when I tie ’em up, yeah
Pap-pap, puttin’ everything inside a casket
Testing that pussy like Pap (smear)

Double G all on my cap
I’m ’bout to write here me a letter
And Jam Master Jay for TJ
They can’t fuck with you baby, lord
I ain’t seen a doctor, but I got my check up, check up, check up, check up, check up

That’s why your gang can never check us
[Intro: NickNPattiWhack]
Even though my name is Denzel, no actin’
I’m playing chess, you stuck on checkers
Been choking and its so potent baby, we high baby
Then I go hop on a PJ (yeah)
Tryna stay on pace? you gon’ have to step up
They take your chain, and now you neck-less
I run the shit like a relay
When I’m rappin’, got no hard-on, double tappin’
Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah
Pull up to the place, fucked her when we met up
Goddamn, nigga
Racks on racks on racks
"Plain Jane" the song of the year
Momma just put it on eBay
[Interlude: NickNPattiWhack]
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Monogram on a Maybach
Yammy say hi to my daddy for me
See you flagging and they packin’ what you lackin’
Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up
Sometimes you gotta just ease that left foot off baby
Check up, check up, check up, check up
Fuckin’ with the lords, no Frodo Baggins

Niggas bring your clothes to the screen like a fat bitch
‘Cause you’s a dawg, you’s fucking [??], these are puppies baby
Adidas done gave me another deal
From a city built on coke and pistol-packin’
When it be raining outside nigga, you the umbrella
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Back in the hood where they blowin’ on reefer

You don’t wanna see a pretty scene get drastic
And I ain’t talking groupie bitches when I say they got their panties in a bunch
You need to get you a trap phone
[Verse 3: IDK]
You a giant baby, you steppin’ on these niggas’ necks
Lil Pump she makin’ it clap
Tell ’em I’m doing way better
They sending me all these free clothes
Damn baby, I been smoking
Dapper Dan all on my back
‘Cause that shit just bounce off you with that Gucci
Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah)
And Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright)
And choke them even harder
I did a campaign with the fellas
I’m losing track of time ’cause I don’t hear tick or no tock (yeah)
I got a check on my watch (wait)
Cruising in a Wraith, see if they make a get-up
Track that, everything is gonna be a classic
I’m talking niggas, I ain’t talking nada
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, baby
Now a nigga overseas where they checkin’ my Visa, look
This nigga got a Boost, baby, what the fuck
Yeah, I’m getting buzz, but I never let up
Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget
Nigga, you gotta step it up