Tyler The Creator – OKRA

Tell Tim Chalamet to come get at me, skin glowin’, clear of acne
Fuck these niggas man (run it)
(I ain’t fuckin’ with none of these niggas, man)
Uno the shoe, red with the blue
Handmade is that thing with tires but I rode the bike
Got enough rocks, see, check my hand
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
Like Ron Artest bitch we aim for your neck
[Verse 1]
We aim at dorks, get out the way, yo
Interior look mango, shotgun grape, he look like mayo
And Vill tail behind me
Yeah, I cut off some friends T, where you been?
[Verse 3]

Give a fuck about you or your respect, yeah that way
And let it go (Ayo)
Financial advisor buggin’, Flower Boy is buzzin’
Watts Riot in my blood, nigga what’s up
Pockets gainin’ weight
Fuck these niggas man, that’s for sure (say)
Grammy-nominated, tell yo cousin ain’t nobody fuckin’ with him
(Now we never fuckin’ stop)
Swampy niggas out the bayou, pockets flooded y’all be dilute
[Intro]
Fuck your accolades but I made the cut like I pack a blade
I cut off some friends, where they go

I cut off some friends
[Chorus]
Lemonade, yeah it’s Minute Maid, I been gettin’ paid
Your bank statements on Mary Kate, but that’s up to you
Paintjob look like ashy ankles on Django
Bitch you’re a bum, see you don’t understand
(Did this shit in one take, ayo)
But, I really do not care the cost ’cause okra
Man fuck with the fam, we in Japan
Red Ones look like Aidan Mackey, spent dinero like Taxi Driver
You could call me brush, I’ve been makin’ waves
Fuck these (ayo) niggas man, that’s for sure (ayo)
Check my bankroll, ayo 400K for vehicle
Golden voice on payroll, neck all gold like Kayo Corp
I stick to the plan, that’s the goal
I cut off some friends, where they go
[Verse 2]
He will go grab the iron and he do what I says like Simon
Watered down, I’m Big Mac, I’m quarter pound, you chicken nugget
Wallace still trippin’ on shit that I bought
And it’s still Wolf Gang, bitch, watch how I bark
(Yeah, give these niggas information nigga)
And he got the Cannon like he bagged Mariah
Bitch I’m in Bel-Air, been lookin’ for land

Need a spot in the hills, not the beach, need a pool
Fuck it, travel bag Balenciaga, 30,000 just for luggage
And that pussy pink like the drink in my cup
I cut off some friends, where they go
Golf be the set, no more OF
[Outro]

I stick to the plan, that’s the goal (ayy we got that 5 shit nigga)
Diamonds see-through, so holographic
Yeah, we straight but if you wrinkle up the situation
Look like a flag what the fuck it do
And my bitch mixed like jambalaya
Since Ashley Banks’ cousin had a fade but that’s ’92, I’m ’91
Just to cool it, I do need the grass, not the sand
Man, now they go
[Chorus]
Keep them bucks in banks like Yayo
Man, now they go

And I got crack, watch how I talk
Man, now they go

Tinashe – Me So Bad (feat. French Montana & Ty Dolla $ign)

You want some me so bad
Sh-Shorty give me head like a mind reader

Hitmaka!
[Chorus: Tinashe]
I know you looking for someone that’ll last
Quit all that stalling, I got what you need right now
Running out of words to say
You know we the flyest that’s a fact
No talking girl, I came to play

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla Sign]

Ye
You want some me so bad
Oh you got me caught up in my feelings, yeah
I’m hoping that it break, break, break, break, break
I want it face down

Quit all that stalling, got what you need right now

Come get this body
Trying to take you higher than the ceiling
Don’t be faking, faking, no
Say you looking for someone that’ll last
Sound!
Until you want another round let me taste that
Come get this body
[Chorus: Tinashe]
I want a better bassline, I want a better bassline
You want some me so bad
[Verse 1: Tinashe]
You want some me so bad (me so bad)
Don’t mean you wanna wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
You want some me so bad
Don’t be faking, faking, no
Say you looking for someone that’ll last
And I want to feel it
Come get this body
Montana
Turn around let me lay down
Come get this body
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign & Tinashe]
You want some me so bad
[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
Don’t be faking, faking, no, yeah
She ain’t want no safe sex

Senorita, señor-senorita
You want some me so bad (you know I’m on my way boy)

You want some me so bad
[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
I know that we don’t play, play, play, play
I’m walking on a thin line
Say you looking for someone that’ll last
Overseas and [?], no rain checks
Come get this body
You want some me so bad
She a savage, Louis vintage baggage
You want some me so bad
I’m tryna give you FaceTime (yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Tinashe]
You want some me so bad
Yeah, yeah
I know you want my free time
AOD with the rain jacket
Once I showed her the safe
Right Now Sound, (Woah)
Come get this body
You want some me so bad

[Verse 3: French Montana]
[Intro]
And I need a new crib for the plaques

[Chorus: Tinashe]

I know you looking for someone that’ll last
I know you looking for someone that’ll last
Yeah, I want to feel it
Drop top, jumped in the wraith

Lil Durk – How I Know (feat. Lil Baby)

How I know if you die for me?
How I know if I get jammed you gon’ keep it real?
The way that A$AP died don’t sit in my gut right
I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
I’m gon’ drill every one of them

I don’t know want me to die, I don’t know if it’s your pride
Yeah, yeah How I know if you still love me?
Know you will ride for me, just don’t ever lie to me, yeah, yeah
Ain’t no hard feelings, I’m wishing you good luck
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
How I know you won’t turn on me?
Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah
How I know you won’t die for me?

If they get they chance they will
How I know if you die for me?
I don’t know if you’ll ride, I don’t know if you gon’ slide
How I know if you die for me?
How I know you won’t steal from me?
Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah

So I don’t understand how Plies ran off on the plug twice
And I’m always low on niggas, I don’t trust high
Know you won’t kill from me?
Yeah, yeah How I know if you still love me?
How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
How I know you won’t steal from me?
I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
Sex her once then kick her out ’cause I don’t nut twice
I put diamonds on your hand, don’t hold your fist up
Know if you shoot for me?
And you can’t remix none of that lean if it’s not cut right
Know you will ride for me, just don’t ever lie to me, yeah, yeah
How you gon’ say that I ain’t solid, I ain’t ever squealed
If I die today give it to my son, ain’t writin’ no will
And you can’t say you super trill ’cause you ain’t cut right
Me and Lil Baby do it for the trenches, we gon’ ride with them
How I know you won’t turn on me?
Know you will ride for me, just don’t ever lie to me, yeah, yeah
Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah
Runnin’ with my steel, there’s some niggas in the rear
I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
But I ain’t worried, I’m gon’ kill
Thought I’d never see the day that you would switch up
All these thoughts inside my head, it got me poppin’ pills
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
Know you won’t kill for me?
I can’t lie, I miss your touch, you got that good love
Know if you shoot for me?
Know if you shoot for me?
How I know you won’t die for me?
How I know you won’t die for me?
How I know you won’t turn on me?
How I know you won’t steal from me?
Know you won’t kill for me?
We gon’ kill every one of them
One time to cross out Migo, he gon’ take your life
And if we ever find the killer then he must die
And if it is then hide it then
[Verse 1: Lil Baby]

Cardi B – Be Careful

Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget
Thinkin’ I’m flawed because you inconsistent
Said that you was workin’, but you’re out here chasin’ culo
[Chorus]
I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit
Be careful with me
Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look
Teach me to be like you so I can not give a fuck
You still stutter after certain questions

Always said that you’d be there for me, there for me
Do you know what you doin’?

Be careful, be careful, be careful with me
Tell me, this love’s got you this fucked up in the head

But is it worth the girl that you’re losin’?
But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga
‘Cause you don’t care about a thing except your mothafuckin’ self
It’s gon’ hurt me to hate you, but lovin’ you’s worse
You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon’ be misfortunate, nigga
You gon’ gain the whole world
I want you to live your life of course
I was here before all of this
She don’t even know your middle name
It’s blatant disrespect, you nothin’ like the nigga I met
The only man, baby, I adore
‘Bout liking pictures, not returnin’ texts
I want you to live your life of course
Yeah, it’s not a threat, it’s a warnin’
Be careful with me
And putas, chillin’ poolside, livin’ two lives
But I hope you get what you dyin’ for
Trust me, nigga, it’s cool, though
Be careful with me
You gon’ gain the whole world
[Chorus]
Whose feelings that you’re hurtin’ and bruisin’?
Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what’s the coordinates?
But we more like Belly; Tommy and Keisha shit
It all stops so abrupt, we start switchin’ it up
Yeah, look
I gave you everything, what’s mine is yours
I could’ve did what you did to me to you a few times
Do you, though
Fuck him, suck his dick, you would’ve been pissed
But that’s not my M.O., I’m not that type of bitch
But is it worth the girl that you’re losin’?
[Verse 2]

You make me sick, nigga
You don’t want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though
Watch her, ’cause she might steal your chain
But I hope you get what you dyin’ for
The only man, baby, I adore
Yeah, it’s not a threat, it’s a warnin’
Care for me, care for me
Guess you actin’ out now, you got an audience
Be careful with me
You even got me trippin’, you got me lookin’ in the mirror different
Be careful with me
Be careful with me
[Bridge]
Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt
Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit
Yeah

Be careful with me
Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit
I guess it’s fine, man, I get the message
Be careful with me
Do you know what you doin’?
You want some random bitch up in your bed?
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
I gave you everything, what’s mine is yours
And karma for you is gon’ be who you end up with
Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it
Don’t make me sick, nigga
Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt
Man, I thought you would’ve learned your lesson
[Verse 1]
Whose feelings that you’re hurtin’ and bruisin’?
You keep in contact with certain exes
[Intro]

Katy Perry – Act My Age (Live)

Oh-oh, I won’t act my age
Smiling with my teeth

I don’t care what they say
[Verse 2]

Still a sponge to everything
No, I won’t act my age
[Bridge]
They say that I might lose my Midas touch
If you didn’t know, yeah
‘Cause I won’t act my age
I won’t act my age
Time is just an invention man has made
But who the fuck are they anyway?
No, I won’t act my age
But who the fuck are they anyway?
Ooh, yeah, ooh
I don’t care what they say
[Outro]
They also say I may become irrelevant

‘Cause it’s all in your attitude

I won’t act my age
It’s just my reflection that is out of date

How old you really were?
How old you really were?
It’s just my reflection that is out of date
How old would you be? Yeah
‘Cause it’s all in your attitude
It’s all in your point of view
Saucer eyes wide, yeah, I still believe
I’m thirty-something going on thirteen
How old would you be? Yeah
They also say prepare to amend your dreams
If you didn’t know (know)
[Chorus]
Time is just an invention man has made
No, I won’t act my age

It’s all in your point of view
How old would you really be

[Pre-Chorus]
It was the only thing that was keeping me behind
It’s all in your point of view
They say curb your curiosity
And a sparkle in my steps
No, I won’t act my age
I won’t act my age
I won’t act my age
No, I won’t act my age
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Time is just an invention man has made
Just need a little bit of Peter Pan and some imagination
[Verse 1]
So, I recommend that you lose your mind
How old would you really be
(Hey!)
‘Cause it’s all in your attitude

[Chorus]
It’s just my reflection that is out of date
No, I won’t act my age
I won’t act my age
Ooh, yeah, ooh
I won’t act my age (c’mon)

Lauv – Chasing Fire

And there’s no good way, yeah there’s no good way
I’m chasing fire when I’m running after you, you
You got that something that I never want to lose, lose, yeah

I was driving you home in the middle of the night
No other way
No other way
I was driving you home in the middle of the night

I’m chasing fire when I’m running after you
No other way

No other way
It’s like dancing when the song’s already over
No other way
You got that something that I never want to lose, lose, yeah
I was driving you home
No other way

To ignore what’s coming next
Keep chasing fire

I’m chasing fire when I’m running after you

To ignore what’s on our minds
I was driving you home in the middle of the night
But I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye
Even if I go, even if I stay
Moving without getting any closer, oh
We keep our bodies tied together
Keep chasing fire
It’s like dancing when the song’s already over
I was driving you home in the middle of the night
Not just hold you close at night
But I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye
I was driving you home in the middle of the night
You got that something that I never want to lose, lose, yeah
And it’s weighing on my chest
No other way

Moving without getting any closer, oh

I’m chasing fire when I’m running after you, you
No other way
I’m chasing fire when I am running after you, you
And there’s no good way, yeah there’s no good way
Moving without getting any closer, oh
Keep chasing fire
It’s like dancing when the song’s already over
I wanna hate you cause I still love you
We keep our bodies tied together
I wanna feel you, really feel you
Keep chasing fire
I’m chasing fire when I am running after you

But I couldn’t bring myself to say goodbye

Mike Shinoda – Crossing A Line

Cause you’re holding so tight to / what I’m taking away

You’re not gonna like where this goes
Worried it’s not alright
Cause I’ve found what I have been waiting for
I don’t know how to warn you / for what I’m gonna say

I got demons inside me / so I’m faced with a choice

But to get there means crossing a line
You’re not gonna like where this goes
And I hope you’ll know that’s a lie
They’ll tell you I don’t care anymore
And they’ll
This is not a goodbye now / I’m not going away
And it’s keeping me up at night
So I’m crossing a line
And it’s keeping me up at night
Holding back things you don’t know
But to get there means crossing a line
Tell you I don’t care anymore
Worried it’s not alright
Worried it’s not alright

And it’s keeping me up at night
And it’s keeping me up at night
Worried it’s not alright
Cause I’ve found what I have been waiting for
It’s not about status / we know it never was
And I hope you’ll know that’s a lie

Either try to ignore them / or I give them a voice
Holding back things you don’t know
NO
No I don’t have the answers / but I do have the faith
Cause what good is the kingdom / when you’re missing the love

M.O. – Nostalgia (Lyric Video)

It was so beautiful, the love we had, the love we had
I know you’re hurting, I know your heart, it aches
[Chorus]
Come and grab my hand, honey, don’t you wanna be wild with me?
I stole my mama’s cell phone, yes, and I was turning it up
For someone’s lovin’, ooh, ooh, but the Sun shines when the cloud breaks
I know you’re hurting, I know your heart, it aches
[Verse 1]
We couldn’t last, but a blast we had
[Verse 2]
I know you’re hurting, I know your heart, it aches
For someone’s lovin’, ooh, ooh, but the Sun shines when the cloud breaks
[Refrain]
I know you’re hurting, I know your heart, it aches
Can’t believe we let it pass, we let it pass
I know you’re hurting, I know your heart, it aches
[Bridge]
Just like we used to do so devoted to the music
For someone’s lovin’, ooh, ooh, but the Sun shines when the cloud breaks
I remember the first time I was in love

For someone’s lovin’, ooh, ooh, but the Sun shines when the cloud breaks
It was all the way back in 1997
I know you’re hurting, I know your heart, it aches
[Refrain]
For someone’s lovin’, ooh, ooh, but the Sun shines when the cloud breaks
High as a kite and we were so in love, so high above
[Chorus]
We couldn’t last, but a blast we had
So beautiful, the love we had, the love we had

I know you’re hurting, I know your heart, it aches

Tracked down your number, boy, I was so in love, I thought I was in Heaven
So beautiful, but you were right, yes you were right
For someone’s lovin’, ooh, ooh, but the Sun shines when the cloud breaks
I know you’re hurting, I know your heart, it aches
Come and grab my hand, honey, don’t you wanna dance with me?
I remember the first time they caught us drinking

I had stole my dad’s liquor, yeah, and we were turning it up
For someone’s lovin’, ooh, ooh, but the Sun shines when the cloud breaks
Can’t believe we let it pass, we let it pass
So beautiful, but you were right, yes you were right
We were out there hanging on our bicycles blowing wheels
Just like we used to be back then, oh, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus]
For someone’s lovin’, ooh, ooh, but the Sun shines when the cloud breaks

Preme – Hot Boy (feat. Lil Wayne)

And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Let’s catch a flight and treat the world like a merry-go-round

And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Might just do some braids like Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
[Chorus: Preme]
Oh no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
Might just do some braids like Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Can’t go to the 6 until the record is a clean slate

Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Used to have some wings, had to get them shits chopped off
I got the ice, hombre, goons on site
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Might just grow a beard, be the mean New Orleans Drake
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Oh no, no, no, no
[Chorus: Preme]
Yeah, yeah
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Diamonds on me sing like they Harry Belafonte
New clique, called, "No Broke Niggas Allowed"
Smooth bitch, smell like she came out the shower
Might just throw a party next door to where Preme stay
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
I’m just tryna hit it on the first night, squirt life Um…
[Chorus: Preme]
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
[Verse 1: Preme]
And I’m the blindest nigga up in her eyes, now I’m preachin’

I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh, yeah, yeah
As my mothafuckin’ keys shake
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
Bring you where you’ve never been brung with my tongue, bae
I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah ’cause I like it like that
Used to have some wings, had to get them shits chopped off
[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Quick to cut a bitch, but never take a paycut
She just tryna ride it like a dirt bike, swerve life
[Outro: Preme]
Move then, ’cause that pussy got ahold of me now
I could fuck the girl of your dreams, that’s a nightmare
Oh no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Yeah, prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy

Yeah, yeah ’cause I like it like that
I could fuck the girl of your dreams, that’s an idea
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Might just do some braids like Lil Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Yeah, yeah ’cause I like it like that
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
Skinny ass jeans and some OVO MJ’s
I pull the roof down just to look at the clouds
Might just do some braids like Lil Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy

Swerve life when she ask me can she spend the night here
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
I’m the livest nigga up in her life, sure, right
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
Now I’m squeezin’, sexy Polynesian pepper girl, extra jalapeños
You know I’ma beat the pussy up, I don’t fight fair
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Was a hot boy in my first life, word life
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
Now I’m preachin’, lookin’ for the one with the curves tight
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
I’m the type of nigga, hit it on the first night, yeah

Had to move on like a third strike
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
Heard them niggas hatin’ on the team, bitch, I might care
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
‘Cause if niggas get to trippin’ then my dogs might bite, yeah
You’re holdin’ me down, yeah, we runnin’ the town
I could make you fiend for the D like a nun, bae
I don’t need the fake love, I just need the paystubs

Sam Smith – Pray (feat. Logic)

There’s dread in my heart and fear in my bones
So when it comes to passin’ judgements I don’t think that you’re the one to make the call
Let’s talk about freedom
Everyone prays in the end
I don’t think you hear the words that I’m sayin’
But understand, aren’t we all?
Rose above the rubble

Heaven want to cast me out for being me, I know there’s others like me that’ll break the fall
And I just don’t know what to say
They never knew my struggle
I’m young and I’m foolish, I made bad decisions
Everyone prays in the end
I’m alive, I deserve it
I know I ain’t perfect, but you should respect me
"Can you hear me?"
I been thinking lately
Maybe I’ll pray (Lord), pray (Lord), maybe I’ll pray
[Verse 2: Sam Smith]

or will God protect me? Will the Devil take me?
I block out the news, turn my back on religion
[Chorus: Sam Smith]
I’ve never believed in you, no, but I’m gonna…
That gets heavier as I get older
Won’t you call me?
If I’m the first one to the line that’s fine, I’ll take it all
Pray for a glimmer of hope
Can we have a one-on-one, please?

[Bridge: Sam Smith]
Let’s talk about freedom

I know you hater motherfuckers just can’t relate at all
Everyone prays in the end

I don’t think you know the weight on my shoulders
Callin’ anybody, callin’ anybody
Everyone prays in the end
[Verse 3: Logic]
They don’t want to let me live
They just neglect it and–
I’ve never believed in you, no, but I’m gonna pray
I ain’t perfect, but I’m worth it
I am me
Well Logic, He gon’ let ’em know
I pray that you hear me
[Verse 1: Logic]
Maybe I’ll pray, pray
Oh, I’m gonna pray, I’m gonna pray, I’m gonna pray
[Outro: Sam Smith]
Maybe I’ll pray, pray, maybe I’ll pray
I have never believed in you, no
Can we have a one-on-one, please?
Maybe I’ll pray
I’ve made it this far on my own
Rather live inside they bubble then go through the trouble of havin’ they double double vision correct it
Oh, won’t you call me?
But I’m gonna pray
They don’t want me happy
But lately, that shit ain’t been gettin’ me higher
I’m a man, I’m a sinner
I lift up my head and the world is on fire

[Chorus: Sam Smith]
I pray that you hear me
Don’t have no degree, I’m somewhat naïve
I been praying, I ain’t playin’

Shawn Mendes – In My Blood (On The Late Late Show With James Corden) (Live)

I’m crawling in my skin

[Verse 1]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Just take her home and you’ll feel better
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
[Post-Chorus]
I could take to ease my mind slowly
[Chorus]
Is there somebody who could…
[Verse 2]
It isn’t in my blood
I’m overwhelmed and insecure, give me something
[Intro]
It isn’t in my blood
I need somebody now

[Post-Chorus]
No medicine is strong enough
[Post-Chorus]
It isn’t in my blood
Sometimes I feel like giving up
I need somebody now

[Bridge]
It isn’t in my blood
Just have a drink and you’ll feel better
Afraid to be alone again, I hate this
It isn’t in my blood
No medicine is strong enough
It isn’t in my blood
I need somebody now

I’m crawling in my skin
But I just can’t
Looking through my phone again feeling anxious
Keep telling me that it gets better
Someone help me
Sometimes I feel like giving up

[Chorus]

I need somebody now
But I just can’t
Someone help me
It isn’t in my blood
Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing

I’m trying to find a way to chill, can’t breathe, oh
Does it ever?
[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like giving up
It isn’t in my blood
It isn’t in my blood
But I just can’t
I need somebody now
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood
Someone to help me out
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Sometimes I feel like giving up
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in

Sometimes I feel like giving up
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in

Ne-Yo – Push Back (feat. Bebe Rexha & Stefflon Don)

Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)

Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)

Pretty little thing, I could watch it all night
Put it pon you one time, mi phone nuh stop ring (hello?)
So when I jump behind it, push back on me
My girl, mi no say nuh’, when you crack it up
Baby, push back when I jump behind it, when I jump behind it
One more time, I wind it and pop it, yeah
Looking at me, looking at me, watching the way I wind it and pop it
Baby, push back when I jump behind it, when I jump behind it
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)
[Outro: Stefflon Don]
Pull up on that bumper, girl, I just might
You don’t wanna fight, I wanna make love, maybe both, oh
One more time, girl, whine it, pop it, yeah, yeah

Mi a done every man, haffi do what mi say (hello?)
Pretty little thing, you can watch me all night
[Pre-Chorus: Bebe Rexha]

Dem a squad, me never stop ’til it pile up
My booty amazing
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Come on, grab me by the waist if love me real hard

[Pre-Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Mind enough so it might…
Oh, baby, let me know you like it
Back to the flock, give her space and
All in the mornin’
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]

So baby, push back when I jump behind it
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)
Pull up on this bumper, boy, I don’t mind
Oh, baby, let me know you like it
Dem a squad, me never stop ’til it pile up
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Pull up on this bumper, boy, I don’t mind
Tonight, let’s give ’em something to see

[Intro: Stefflon Don]
[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
Rough it up, pon it, Jessica, we no need bed
The way that you whine it and pop it
So when I jump behind it, push back on me
Dance like you’re on fire and you want me to know
Mind enough so it might…
Jump up, make it ’bout to jump, ’til it crack your brump
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)
Oh, baby, let me know you like it
I want it, love when you wind up on it
Tonight, let’s give ’em something to see
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
Oh, oh, oh, oh (now)

Couple shots, no chaser
Say mi whine up the ting ’til it pile up
Yeah, I’ve been looking at you, looking at you, watching
You got me on fire, baby, I smell the smoke
Baby, that drink got me feeling alright
Nuff chat but tell mi what you tellin’ her
Say mi whine up the ting ’til it pile up
So when I jump behind it, push back on me
Bi-big bumper, don’t stall it
Baby, looking at me crazy, take me to the bar

Pull up on that bumper, girl, I just might
You dance like just like you mean it, yeah
Yo, push back while mi push back on di ting
So baby, push back when I jump behind it
Big bumper, girl, just a whine and it wile up
Come on, baby, chase it
[Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
That drink got me feeling alright
You move like you mean it, shawty, see the look on your face

My ring off my cellular
Tonight, let’s give ’em something to see
Baby, push back when I jump behind it, when I jump behind it
[Post-Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]

Said I want you to mean it, yeah
[Post-Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha]

Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (ayy)
[Verse 1: Ne-Yo]
[Post-Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
Big bumper, girl, just a whine and it wile up
[Chorus: Ne-Yo & Bebe Rexha]
Everybody singing, oh, oh, oh, oh (now)
So baby, push back when I jump behind it

Rich The Kid – End Of Discussion (feat. Lil Wayne)

Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
End of discussion (discussion)
Made a milli, you was chasin’ them hoes (milli)
Want a bag, left the bitch at the door (bitch)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I came up from nothing (nothing)
End of discussion (huh, yuh)
Stars in the Wraith (Wraith), automatic face (neck)
I want them real deal hunnids (what)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani
I went from nothing to something (something)
Pull up on yo ass, two seater
Straight to the top, fuck the middle man
Pull off fast like a loose cheetah

Bad bitch pretty, she pretty bad
Too many racks up on me (rich)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Young nigga, I was trappin’ a birdie (trap)

End of discussion (huh)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh, hunnids)
Swerving, she nervous (nervous)
Tell the trigger man, "pull the trigger, man"
Pinky on froze (froze)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
My plug just hit me with a give and go
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
In Paris, a 50 at least (50)
Matte black Wraith (Wraith)
She might get a bag that come with a bag
Pull out a molly bag, let her dib and dab
Fuck it, end of discussion
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
You probably flex for a week (flex)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing
Gucci, my coat (Gucci)
Money team
Can’t sit on the bench ’cause I ball baby (ball baby)
Huh, end of discussion (what)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
From nothing to something (something)
Rich Forever, boy you know how we bomin’ (huh)
Tell the boogeyman I’m the bigger man
I went from nothing to something (nothing to something)
Pocket, all faces (what)
I want them real deal hunnids (what)
Dolce Gabbana, my bitch now she stunting (she stunting)
Tune
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Pussy tsunami
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
Colombiana and Mary Jane, stuffed the Eddie Bauer with Eddie Cane
End of discussion (huh, yuh)
End of discussion (discussion)
Them diamonds fufu, you ain’t tricking nobody (what)
[Verse 3: Rich The Kid & Lil Wayne]
They was hating, I was getting to the money (money)
All of my niggas on 730 (rich)
One diamond ring on two fingers
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh)
Pussy poppin’, but you bought her a Range (whoa)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (yuh)
I’m in her throat (throat)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
End of discussion (huh, yuh)
Pussy tsunami
Now I’m over the stove and I’m whipping ass
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh)
End of discussion (discussion)
I went from nothing to something (something)
I went from nothing to everything
Look how they grinnin’ and blushin’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Everytime I pop thousand milligrams, spin to the top like the ceiling fans
Let the money talk ’til it jibber jab
Plug call, I finesse for the dope (plug)
Cheating on these hoes, call me Tune Cheadle
Huh, end of discussion (what, end of discussion)
She wanna fuck my chain (my chain)
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh)
I went from finer to better things
Pussy tsunami
Want a feature, it’ll be 50 or more (50)
Huh, end of discussion (what)
End of discussion (huh)
Shut down every store in the mall baby (mall baby)
I cut him out, Edward Scissorhands
Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani (Kehlani)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing (it’s nothing)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami)
I want them real deal hunnids (yuh, hunnids)
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I went from nothing to something (something)
Huh, end of discussion (what)

Pussy tsunami (tsunami)
Just to come pull up on me (me)
End of discussion (yuh)
Big bag, truckload (huh)
Ain’t talkin’, no money, it’s nothing
Pack touchdown like I’m James Harden (pack)
Rich nigga, had to come up from broke (rich)
the enemy Russian I got the enemy rushing, get it?
Was trappin’ a onion (trap)
She gotta go (go)
End of discussion (rich)
She ride it like a Harley, bitches call me gnarly (gnarly)

Cook it up, hurry (hurry)
End of discussion (huh, yuh, yuh, rich, yuh)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami, tsunami)
Pull off with yo thottie, I just got that ‘rari (skrrt)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Pussy good and she look like Kehlani (yuh)
Blue cheese (cheese), hundos (moolah)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami)
I went from nothing to something (something)
100 a show (100)
Pussy tsunami (tsunami, tsunami)
The money don’t fold (fold), baby mama keep calling my phone (whoa)
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
My wrist on Dasani (word)
I went from nothing to something (nothing to something)
I want them real deal hunnids (what)
End of discussion (what, huh)

IDK – Lil Arrogant (feat. Joey Badass & Russ)

Choked off the very words that they spoke
It’s a portrait, if you can see the picture, paint it
[Verse 1: IDK]
List here though, it’s getting near close

Then we celebrate it, eat Italian thousand dollar meals
They think you up until you’re big enough
Courtside, closing multi-million dollar deals
You take the check and shit, it’s enough for your ‘rents
Uhh, I think that I’m top ten, top five, top three, top two, top one
And I’m still not done

We gon’ see who get the last laugh (hah)
Where the Redskins be losing but we gon’ support ’em still
A few dollars moves nada, we still act the same, you not a
I’m in Le Como, you stay in NoHo, the hate is promo
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I’m already eight figures up
I take the check and dip, moments later it’s spent
Y’all are in the minors still, I’m Willie Mays
I ain’t got to explain it
If I was you, I’d be makin’ funeral arrangements
Y’all still jumpin’ out of bed for 50k
I’m the greatest, and I’m not stoppin’ ’til all y’all say it
I rub on her clit, she drip
Then I cum on her tits
I bet I leave your ass streamed of your 14 percent
So how the fuck you telling me that I ain’t good enough, prick?
This is what you all been waitin’ for ain’t it?
She on her knees for that black thing no Kaepernick, I copped a nick
I done paid my dues, now I’m just collecting payments (collect)
I roll back over and continue fucking all y’all’s favorite
What people paid paper for dammit
I flip the script, then skip to your fucking event
Meanwhile I’m just runnin’ back kick returns back on the field
That’s how you know where our loyalty at
How common is this to spit like a fucking attempt, I’m murdering shit
My crew solid, new problems, my day ones deserve two commas
This what you been waitin’ for, ain’t it?
And I ain’t gotta act like I’m from there, I’m real
Trump supporters’ daughter love me, so I still think that we won
So place a bet against me, where your royalties at?
Patient with the shot when he blast off, won’t miss him
Then fuck on your bitch, my dick named Matumbu, I’m lit
Part of the formula that put me here so fuck you
Some rappers magicians, they trick you Copperfield
That boy from PG, but D.C. still claim him
Think this shit a joke until somebody get choked
I play solo, women take photos, ride me like they play Polo
And they be dissin’ on the socials like they don’t have Pro Tools
I flip, then I leave your ass flipped
Hit you with the bar that I’m raisin’
‘Bout to blow your brain through your fucking ear lobes
(Haha)
I guess the love was never real, as if I really give a fuck
This one, the kid been gon’ for a while, they missed him
This lane, I done paved it (right)
These bars, I could leave your mind in enslavement (what up)
When the second album drops, watch who they all run to
This that goin’ to the gun range with the click-clack-pow aiming
Somebody gon’ die tonight
One verse, that’s gon’ be your whole life savings
[Verse 3: Russ]
Rappers see me but don’t say shit like they don’t have vocals
Act tough as a gold medal, you link ’em they daffodil
It’s funny ’cause these niggas always trippin’ off the past (hah)
I come in guns blazin’ (facts)

Ty Dolla $ign – Pineapple (feat. Gucci Mane & Quavo)

Yellow diamond ring on my fist like a pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ain’t no opponents (no), ball player like the Hornets (ball)

Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Fuckin’ up racks (yeah), wanna put Chanel on her feet (yeah, yeah)
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Pineapple coupe with the engine (skrrt skrrt)
The Patek was flooded (flooded)
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Pineapple rover, pineapple soda
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

Pineapple seats, dark tinted (yeah)

Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Pineapple sweet (yeah)

Pineapple roof, roof, roof (roof)
The double cup muddy (muddy)
That what she wanted, (oh yeah) that what she wanted (yeah)
Coupe, yellow watch, yellow riding round with Cinderella
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
Pineapple sweet, we geeked (yeah, yeah)
Might pick you up, then bend you over
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
I know you got some good pussy, from how you walk
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Pineapple souped with the Hemi
All of a sudden
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
(Quavo)
Shorty super thick, bet she taste like pineapple
CashMoneyAP
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ty Dolla $ign, Beach House to the trap house
Shorty seen my wrist, said it look like pineapple
Hitmaka!
Big booty thick, bezzel, Miss Lady, got her shit together
Might drive a ‘rari, yeah, I’m coming over
Jump out the car (skrt), shop ’til you drop
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Buy the bitch designer, I’m major, they minor
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
I play guitar, yeah, Dolla rock
Ya’ll nigga ballin and stuntin (yeah)
It’s Gucci!
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shine on her, grind on her, I might wine and dine her
[Verse 3: Quavo]
She might need a chiropractor, Imma beat her back out
I’mma just hit it right now, yeah, in the parking lot
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
Shaped like a coke bottle, so I threw a dime on it
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, pineapple
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Got a thick yellow bitch, pineapple on low