David Guetta & Sia – Flames

You gotta get trough today
So my love, keep on running
Oh, my love, don’t stop burning
Listen out for the voice to say
There my love, keep on running
Figure it out, figure it out, but don’t stop moving
Go, go, go
Gonna send them up in flames
You gotta get through today

Gotta keep those tears at bay
Go, go, go
Oh, my love, don’t stop burning
One breath leads to another yeah
Go, go, go
Figure it out, figure it out, but don’t stop moving
Just keep moving, oh
[Bridge: Sia]
Go, go, go
[Intro: Sia]
In flames

Just keep moving, oh
In flames
Gonna send them up in flames
Don’t stop, tomorrow’s another day
Don’t stop the past’ll trip you up
Figure it out, figure it out, but don’t stop moving
[Chorus: Sia]
Gonna send them up in flames

[Verse 1: Sia]
Go, go, go
There my love, keep on running
Oh, oh
Just keep moving
Figure it out, figure it out, you can do this
In flames
Just keep moving
Figure it out, figure it out, you can do this
[Chorus: Sia]
[Pre-Chorus: Sia]
Don’t stop, tomorrow you’ll feel no pain
[Pre-Chorus: Sia]
Gotta keep those tears at bay
Oh, my love, don’t stop burning
Go, go, go

You gotta get through today
In flames
You know, right now’s gotta be enough
[Chorus: Sia]

In flames

Look within for the strength today

Then my love, keep on running
So my love, keep on running
[Verse 2: Sia]
Gotta keep those tears at bay
One foot in front of the other babe
Figure it out, figure it out, you can do this
So my love, keep on running

NBA YoungBoy – Genie

Who the realest had to tell her I’m a genie
Thinking how I’m gone solve it (yeah) (solve it, solve ’em)
Been in love never help me solve my problems (my problems)
This a pain song but I’m letting everything go
Thinking how I’m gone solve it (yeah)
So much pain in my body (yeah)
Until death call my name
They keep begging me to change
Never learn gotta trust sittin’ in penitentiary
Zole life to the end, tell them free the main sniper(tell ’em free kodak)

Get from off your knees you ain’t got to cry to me (yeah)
All for you I’ll take a slug baby
That’s all life
Yeah (I call that)
I put my hands up police drew down on me
Don’t tell me that you love me, if you ain’t going to die for me
They selling lies and I bought it (yeah) (sell those lies and I bought it)

I can answer wishes (yeah) (I can answer wishes man)
Aye, aye Youngboy, slime yeah
I been taking Adderall mixing it with lean (mixin’ it wit lean)
Hope I don’t wake in my sleep
Hearing voices in brain hoping everything change
So much pain in my body (yeah)
I been giving all my love, tell me do you feel it
Don’t tell me that you love me, if you ain’t going to die for me (oh)
I got my static when you ride with me
Tell me you would never leave
Cuz that’s my way of showing I don’t care no more
Ima just go on with my life

Even when my voice fucked up
How could you just lie to me (yeah)
I can answer wishes (yeah)
Swear I would never run just like a man ima face my problems
Whole lot a heron, I sell that shit right in front of my momma
If you ain’t gonna ride for me
Said I changed on you, but I feel that you changed on me
We got pulled over no you ain’t going to do no time for me
Reminiscing ’bout them days I was sittin’ up in that cage
Ima spin on his block, I admit that I had shot him
Never learn gotta trust sittin’ in penitentiary
VVss in my chain tell that hoe Young Thug everything
Slatt Slatt Slatt
Too many problems (too many problems) (yeah)
Cause they gon’ try to count you out til you make them count you in (yeah)
Ima spit in the booth Ima go in like a goblin
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
Get from off your knees you ain’t got to cry to me (yeah)
Free Kodak, everything gettin’ slayed
I put blood all on my feet and I put cameras in my trees (baby)
Who the realest had to tell her I’m a genie

I was begging you to stay and you hung up in my face
They selling lies and I bought it (yeah)
You can stay to fuck from round me
I said my prayers and you gon’ sow just what you reap (yeah)
I been giving all my love, tell me do you feel it
[Chorus]
Stimulate my brain (yeah, yeah) had to tell ’em I ain’t leaving out the same way I came in (yeah) (oh, fuck what i saying)
How could you just lie to me (yeah)
Too many problems (yeah)
Slatt Slatt Slatt
[Outro]
I said that’s
[Intro]
I don’t wanna hurt nobody, but still ride around with that chiper (yeah)
[Verse 2]
All for you I’ll take a slug baby
So many charges make me wanna go way over seas
I promise when I speak specifically about anything
I been rolling through the streets and been clutching on my heat
Nigga got me fucked up
Talked to Future the other day and he say I need to change lanes (yeah)
Tell me you would never leave
If you ain’t gonna ride for me (eh)

I wish that I could find a girl just like my momma
Playboy on this bitch put he ain’t playing though
You can stay to fuck from round me
Yeah

Damian Marley – Living It Up

I am the kind of thing that doesn’t happen normally
We’re living it up -we’re having a good time baby
Sherlock, Garden to Spanglers
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
Perhaps change your night time hobby
And if you think me sell out tell dem ain’t no way
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now ain’t life crazy?
While watchin’ all the rich kids goin’ astray
I’m a one in a zillion yo dawg
Every other day mi voice a dozen dubplate
[Chorus]
Nine Mile, Brownstown to Flankers
[Chorus]
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now ain’t life crazy?
Gong to Zilly, yo me flow phenomenally
If you want some, good life finally
Big city life Kingston and Mobay
And benefit from your wisdom
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now don’t be lazy
On the playground is where I spend most of my days
We’re living it up -we’re having a good time baby
Di likkle rastaman from Trenchtown fly di gate
On the playground is where I spend most of my days
Uptown Jamaica born an’ raised
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
Uptown Jamaica born an’ raised
Riverton, Southside to Jungle
Daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
But daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
We’re living it up -we’re having a good time baby

We’re living it up – having a good time baby
Burnin’ Babylon and dem dirty ways
Payneland, Three Mile to Backto
We’re living it up – having a good time baby
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
But daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
With food inna plate and drinks inna crate
[Verse 2]
Growin’ up to be somebody

Fi gwaan celebrate inna rich people place
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
We sing till da neighbour dem wake
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now don’t be lazy
Put in our hustle, we nuh sidung and wait
Tough up unnu muscle, no it’s never too late
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now ain’t life crazy?

Daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
[Chorus]
[Verse 1]
We’re living it up – having a good time baby
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go
I was born uptown of the ghetto dream, now don’t be lazy
Believe in your dreams, believe you me, don’t let go

Falmouth, Westside, Orange Hill
Portmore, Seaview, Spanish Town
But daddy made it out – out of the ghetto?
Trenchtown have a grandson
Daddy made it out – out of the ghetto
Me ah gwaan live it up life is better than great
So, live it up, Trenchtown to Rema
Come out of the old crime lobby

Young Nudy – Loaded Baked Potato

Two hundred, yeah that’s cash, yeah (she like that)
(big slime) Who let slimeball get in?
My money runnin’ up right now (right now)
Big slimeball why you do that? (why you do that?)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
(Y’all know y’all niggas still hate on Big Bag)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (these nuts)
And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes
Slime sellin’ all the babies (the babies)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (yeah my kids)
But when I want to though
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
Your ho wanna suck my babies (my babies), yeah yeah yeah
And I like that shit (and I like that shit), yeah yeah
Bring that shit back man
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (suck my rocks)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks)
It don’t matter, nigga ain’t gon’ change (yeah)
Lame ass nigga didn’t know, damn (didn’t know)
‘Cause eventually you’ll catch up and you’ll get you some money
Geekin’ in your ho, all on her (all up in her cootie)
Had to run them racks the fuck up (racks)
The streets yeah they pay me (yeah they pay me)
Woo (that’s another No Clue, woo)
See you with the money, make a bitch go and do (yeah)
[Chorus]
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
(yeah I’m in now) Who let slimeball get in?
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
(big slime) Who let slimeball get in?
[Intro]
[Chorus]
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
Uh, yeah, in there, uh, ooh
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (nah bitch)
All of this money, I gotta do the dash (yeah)
[Verse 1]
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (ride your knob)
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)

East Atlanta but I wasn’t born in Grady (I swear)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
Yeah, his bitch wanna fuck, he didn’t have a clue (well damn)
Anyway, yeah, anyway (he ain’t have no clue)
Yeah, anyway (they ain’t have no clue)
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (uh-uh)
Back to the daily (daily)
And I know y’all mad, y’all hate on Big Bag
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)

Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Two hundred on the dash (yee-uum)
Damn y’all some hating ass niggas (yeah)
But until then, you feel me
Your bitch wanna fuck right now (right now)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
That’s a right lil bitch, yeah (yeah that right lil bitch), yeah

Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
I really just be stressin’ myself on all this shit
In the kitchen whippin’ babies (babies)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
Nah, bitch
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
That’s all I really be doin’, you feel me?
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
What you tell ’em slime?
[Verse 2]
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
We got to do that one man, I like that one
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
What you gon’ do when your bitch wanna come through? (Big Bag)
All of this money, your bitch wanna fuck
Yeah ya dig (yeah ya dig)
Shady ass, shady ass, shady ass, foo ass, lame ass nigga
Lame ass nigga run it up right now (run it up)
Crack fiends goin’ crazy (crazy)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)
Damn y’all some lame ass niggas (yeah)

Nigga be hatin’, fugazi (fugazi)
Just when I tried to fuck her (I tried to fuck her)
My boy T said that’s it
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
What you gon’ do when that money come through? (Big Bag)
(And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes)
I been sellin’ Slim Shady, yeah (Slim Shady)

Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Uh, uh, huh, nah, yeah, the trust is fucked up (my trust is fucked up)
And I know y’all, know y’all pockets ain’t swole
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (big in)
And I just got a couple backends (couple backs in)
So I had to back the fuck up (I back the fuck up)
All these goddamn bucks right now
I fuck on your ho, damn
(do that) Yeah, why you count do that?
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Skeet in her, let’s have a baby (a baby)
At the club, yeah turnt up (turnt up)
She really fucked up (she really fucked up)
[Outro]
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
I got big bucks, big shotgun nigga, big bucks
I’m a real street nigga
Uh, yeah, in there, uh
[Chorus]
But you’ll be alright though, you feel me
Yeah, anyways (he ain’t have no clue)
(And I know, and I know y’all pockets ain’t swole)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (hahahah)
Fuck on your ho, your old lady (your old lady)
She tryna act the fuck up (she act the fuck up)
‘Cause Big Bag, yeah he got big bags (big bags)
I’ll fill a nigga up like what the fuck (damn, what the fuck?)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)

Backwood bitch, yeah back in (that’s that back end)
(Big Bag) Yeah, now, what you gon’ do when a big slime come through?
Slappin’ on her booty (yeah)
Chopper go Slim Shady (blaow)
That’s a white lil bitch (that’s alright lil bitch), yeah yeah yeah yeah

ASAP Rocky – Distorted Records (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Out your mouth or even worth saying
[Chorus]
Distorted records
Everything I do ground breaking
Distorted records, distorted records
Big bass make the world shake
Distorted, distorted records
They deserve a niggas, first name, middle name, third name
I don’t feel a thing
[Intro]
[Verse]
All they listened to was bird things
Cloud 9, hello earthlings
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Like if I’ma be top ten, mine’s better be the first name
Distorted records
Get the fuck up out my face, bitch
From the ceiling to the basement
Foreign hoes got the fur brains

I don’t feel a thing
Little niggas is my offsprings
Ex used to stay with bad ‘tings
I guess that’s why I’m leaving turd stains
I can feel the bass
Distorted, distorted records

Word to T.D. Jakes, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin

(Yeah I’m faded, yeah I’m shaded)
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Distorted, distorted records
Uh, uh
Comma, dollar signs, I’m about my Franklins
I can feel the bass
Distorted, distorted records
I can feel the bass, I can see the fakes
From another planet, Birthplace
Flacko out here causing earthquakes
My girl never liked the bad brains
Our newest president an asshole
I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass
I don’t feel a thing
Big body make the floor break

[Chorus]
Get put in place, I’m about the bank
First things first, I done heard the worst things
Distorted, distorted records

Belly – Maintain (feat. NAV)

My queen need two thrones
A little change can’t change me
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Man, I want 10 plain Janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
Every day, same thing
Every day, same thing
Every day, same thing
20 years with the same gang
[Verse 1: Belly]
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Blow dank, pour drank
Blow dank, pour drank
(same thing)
Every day, same thing
20 years, no off days
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Audemaur, plain Jane
You ain’t fly, you on standby
Look, yeah, yeah
(same thing)

Watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Bust down, Rollie
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
Bust down, Rollie

‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
[Outro: Belly]
Blow dank, pour drank
[Intro]
Blow dank, pour drank
First class, two tones
Let my nuts summer chain hang (woah)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud
I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
In the Mulsane havin’ mood swings
Audemaur, plain Jane
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Bust down, Rollie
[Verse 2: NAV]
Bust down, Rollie
Almost wound up in a group home
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt)
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Me and Belly XO same team, same gang (woah)
Audemaur, plain Jane
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That a Rolex?
Blow dank, pour drank
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
[Chorus: Belly]
My little brother had the vitamins
Audemaur, plain Jane

[Chorus: Belly]
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Audemaur, plain Jane
Audemaur, plain Jane
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
Every day, same thing
Bust down, Rollie
Bucks pour up by the landslide
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
I got something that you can’t buy
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
No days off, and I maintain

Every day, same thing
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
Who’s this? New phone
Bust down, Rollie
Same time
[Chorus: Belly]
Bowlin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish)
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
My older brother, call him rider man
30 millimeters ain’t nothing

‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

Nelly – Freaky With You (feat. Jacquees)

You came with your girls and I’m with the guys
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you
Let me lick you up and down
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
Make you real hot
Let me lick you up and down

Get to talkin’ ’bout her boyfriend
Let me lick you up and down
Uh, uh, yeah
It’s amazin’ we ain’t on a pillow yet
Pretty pussy playin’ peekaboo

She said, "Baby, you don’t need to
We low as the ground
Make you real hot (make you hot, make you hot, make you hot)
Tell me why
‘Til you stay stop (no, I never gon’ stop, never gon’ stop)
Make you real hot (you hot)
Call me when he ain’t around
Let me lick you up and down

[Jacquees:]
Four play, that’s a preview

But all his plays under review
Lace dress, all see through
[Jacquees:]
‘Til you stay stop (no, I never gon’ stop, never gon’ stop)
I swear you ain’t never seen thicker guys
I’m talkin’ ’bout the unspeakable
Then it’s straight to my place for a different vibe
Baby, I can keep a secret
Right now, don’t make a sound
Let me play with your body, baby
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do (that a nigga wan’ do)

You’re sendin’ your silhouette
Let me play with your body, baby
Round two, that’s the sequel
‘Til you stay stop, stop
You know who wearin’ the crown
[Nelly:]
[Jacquees:]
You, shawty, you ain’t gotta hide it
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you
‘Cause the way that you got me hypnotized
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you
‘Til you stay stop
Let me play with your body, baby
I’m fantasizin’ ’bout freakin’ you
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
He ain’t gotta know what we do
Make you real hot (make you hot, make you hot, make you hot)
You know I know who you are"
You, I know I know what you like
Quit tryna hide all that freakin’, yeah
Pretty lady, nice to meet you
Uh, yeah
[Nelly:]
Tell me why
Soon as you pulled up, I peeped you
Got some ideas on what we can do
Ain’t tryna hear ’bout other people
I’ma need ’bout a week or two
Tell me why
Think she said he was a ball player
My name is Nelly and you’re?
Let me play with your body, baby

Girl, call the valet, they go get the ride
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
Tell me why
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you
Pull that to the side, and let me get inside
Got plans, unless you wanna improvise

Poo Bear – Hard 2 Face Reality (feat. Justin Bieber & Jay Electronica)

Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
And pain’s a requirement for power to grow
Don’t be afraid to stand alone
Let’s face reality, crack the cycle
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
Talkin’ to your significant other all night long
[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Poo Bear]
Crack yo’ atom and let yo’ light glow
[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh (you might get mad at me, but I’ll be at your bedside)
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
Had the opportunity to stay and wait for the last time
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality
Should’ve been adjusted to my life

It hurts me to know that I lied
Exactly same, it’s macro, micro
Know it hurts to see the truth in your face
[Verse 1: Poo Bear]
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality
[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality

Sometimes it’s hard to face reality
It’s a miracle how one could change from one what was just hours ago
I know it’s hard away from home
Then the next one just be wack ol’ Michael
And it ain’t easy all alone
Like actual facts is to flat-earthers
I apologise, for being a man
Don’t be afraid to stand outside your comfort zone
[Verse 4: Poo Bear]
You been in between the lines

Rain’s a requirement for flowers to grow
Hope your heart has started healing

How they come and go like cat burglars
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
[Chorus: Poo Bear]
Enough to put your heart at ease
Go on and cry an ocean, but don’t drown in it
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality…

The bigger picture and the smaller picture
Tryna protect your feelings
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality
Oh, don’t lose your self esteem

Such is life though, it’s just a cycle
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh (reality)
Love and death are quite similar
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
Reality is kinda hard to face
Relationships over the phone
It’s human nature, just like he told us
Now you’re standin’ right in front of me
Circumstances bring you down to your knees
[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
It’s way harder than what it seems
One day, you could be the king of pop
[Chorus: Poo Bear]

Sammie – Expiration Date

But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
I know that you heard all this before
I was dialin’ the old one from AM, noon, to PM, shit
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh, oh
[Guitar] Xeryus
You keep on listenin’ to your friends
And she wakes up and finally sees
I see you blocked me, baby, grow up

Let me guess, I bet you’re all in your group text
[Chorus]
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy
You cut all your hair off, yeah these days you’re lookin’ different
So your mama know we broke up
And she gets tired of being played like she’s a toy
How tables turn, yeah, I know
And I bet they’re goin’ in
I’ve reached my expiration date, oh
You’re prolly goin’ out tonight
[Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date
I’m sorry
That you ain’t nothin’ like a king, you’re just a boy
Girl, you’re so far gone, I know you meant it
You’ve reached your expiration date
You switched up your number ’cause I had to use the DM
[Verse 2]
She finds the strength to up and leave
But every woman has a day when she gets tired of the games

[Verse 1]
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t shut me out, baby girl, hold up
And she wakes up and finally sees
You’re prolly gettin’ dressed up right now

You’re prolly gettin’ drunk tonight
Although they’re single and they’re played out

Textin’ your girls how I’m a dog now

You’re plottin’ how you’re gon’ get me back somehow
[Pre-Chorus]
You’ve reached your expiration date, yeah
You live and learn, yeah, I know
Oh, baby, I know
I know
She finds the strength to up and leave
I never thought I’d see the day when you ignore me

John Legend – A Good Night (feat. Bloodpop)

I think I just met my wife (alright)
Can’t breathe when you’re moving like that
I think I just met my wife (sing it with me)
One trip down and I’ll never go back
[Chorus]
I know it’s gonna be a good night
Came with my cool, I dropped it
I think I just met my wife (c’mon)
I think I just met my wife (c’mon)
And baby it’s you, yeah
I had no intention I would get fucked up tonight
But I’m thinking past that lover, I’m ready to meet your momma
If I’m being honest, I’m being honest
[?] might be my lady
But everything’s gonna be alright
But everything’s gonna be alright
I came here with my crew, I lost them

Tell me when you’re gonna do me like that (yea)
I think I just met my wife (alright)
I know it’s gonna be a good night

Everything’s gonna be alright
And oooh, I feel like something good is ’bout to be going on
Baby, baby, baby

I think I just met my wife
I can’t think when you’re looking like that
I figure if I say it
[Chorus]
Baby, it’s you, yeah
[Bridge]

Light-speed and I think I might crash
I know it’s gonna be a good night
I can’t think when you’re looking like that
You got me talking crazy
[Pre-Chorus]
Light-speed and I think I might crash
I’m too weak and I never like that
[Chorus]
Maybe it’s the music or the red stain on your lips
One trip down and I’ll never go back
Tell me when you’re gonna do me like that (yea)
I know it’s gonna be a good night
[Verse 2]
I think I just met my wife (yeah, I said it)
I think I just met my wife
I know it’s gonna be a good night
I think I just met my wife (alright, c’mon)
And baby it’s you, yeah
When I looked in your eyes and they went through me like a knife
Baby, it’s you, yeah
I think I just met my wife (yeah, I said it)
And if I’m being honest, I’m being honest
I’m too weak and I never like that
[Pre-Chorus]
And everything’s gonna be alright

And everything’s gonna be alright
Can’t breathe when you’re moving like that

I wonder when’s the right time to go in for a kiss
[Verse 1]

Future & Young Thug – Group Home

You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (main bitch)
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin’ Charger (Charger!)
I smell codeine when I piss
Yeah
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent
I don’t care to find out you was creepin’ ’cause I’m doin’ the same thing
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
‘Cause the homies, they was ’bout to murder him
I pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
You can’t cry over scars this permanent
I spill codeine when I piss

I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain’t nothin’ but bitches
My bitches temporary like stitches
I bulletproof all the windows (On God!)
Went out the backdoor, took the blame

Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals

It’s too hard to dedicate to you, I’m so scared of shame
[Intro: Young Thug]
And now I’m marryin’ my dreams, yeah
[Verse 1: Future]
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
I sold so much crack, I got yayo still in my veins
I got the kids a Denali (Swerve!)
Hey, say my new tone, Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
All my littles wonder if they can go out in Escalade
I just got a Plain Jane Patek and it’s two-toned (Two, two!)
Got a black 45 FN, I don’t do chrome

I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
I adapted, immaculate, I’m goin’ extravagant
I’m bulletproofin’ the mattresses (Blat!)
Had to find time to manage my residuals
I got back problems from gamblin’ from the night to mornin’ (Night to mornin’, yeah!)
Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah!)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t mint
I share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
[Chorus: Future]
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
I left my past behind with new millennium
I’m back from the grave, I’m damn near insane
I got the shits in Cali (Cali!)
I don’t want it, don’t want it if it ain’t meant
I dress up like it’s elastic (Yeah!)

I smell codeine when I piss
Got engaged with my faith, yeah
I’m on it, I’m on it, I can’t forget
I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
‘Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I’m too wrong
Hey, say my new tone Earth tone, I can’t do wrong
Yeah, I robbed a nigga in broad daylight the first day I had Jacoby
We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
Fuck these niggas, I’m kickin’ ’em out the loop, woah
[Chorus: Future]
[Chorus: Future]
Swiggy swaggy, I’ma devil (Yeah!)
I left my heart in the streets, I’m imperial
I cheated on my fears, yeah
I showed I liked her but I still didn’t get her
12 cartridge for these bastards (Yeah!)
Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
‘Cause I knew T-Money was gon’ blow out his brains
I broke up with my doubts, yeah
Yeah, he don’t know I finessed him
I deserve royalty, livin’ in a castle
He made me a millionaire, I’m talkin’ to him everyday
I’m hustlin’, tryna make rent, you call the popo on me
You can’t cry over scars, this permanent

Now, Now – Az

Back to the heart of it all

I was young, with the sun
(Back to the heart of it all)
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona

I had no reason to run
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the heart of it all
I see you calling to me
Repeating image of you, when I’m alone
I see you calling to me
Back to the heart of it all

[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Oh holy vision at the end of my bed
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
(Back to the heart of it all)
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Oh holy figure at the edge of my bed
Back to the heart of it all

Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
[Outro]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona

[Intro]

Back to the heart of it all
[Verse 1]
Back to the heart of it all (back to the heart of it all)
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
Then I see nothing at all
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Then I see nothing at all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona

[Instrumental]

DJ Esco & Future – Bring It Out (feat. O.T. Genasis)

I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Big face rollie, still rock
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas
I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
Double on motor on the motorola
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga

I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
[Post-Chorus: Future]
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
[Verse 1: O.T. Genesis]
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
Got your main thing, took her to boa
I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash

I got a hundred niggas with me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
[Chorus: Future]
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
Couple days in a month I hit a million
[Chorus: Future]
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out

Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
Genesis] [Verse 2: O.T.

Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
I’ll shoot it out with all these niggas I don’t give a fuck
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
[Chorus: Future]
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
I’m killin’ niggas GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
Whip that soda, ice like polar
My bitch killin’ you hoes, you know she had it first

NBA YoungBoy – Through The Storm

Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
I got it out in case a nigga wanna take a photo
And I was coolin’ on a flight, and I was hittin’ them licks though
Up with the choppa ‘case that boy try reach for my neck
Now I’m in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
Ten thousand dollars, that ain’t shit, I gave him that times three though
I got black and white bitches knockin’ at my door though
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be shit, so I ain’t gotta trip though
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
I get creative, lace the track just like a blunt of dope though
Ask me for to tell it, you know that I’ma run it
I’m quick to let a nigga have it, you know I’ma blow though
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
I’m in the middle of the room posted with a .44
Through the night when it be stormin’
[Chorus]
I told Nini I’m comin’ back, she think I’m with a hoe though
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
You know how I pop, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest
Back in the day them niggas laughed when I said I’m next
Through the night when it be stormin’

[Chorus]
[Chorus]
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
[Verse 2]
[Verse 1]
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
Remember me and 3Three we used to ride up in a stolo
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
Can’t tote no gun but got that Glock when I’m up in the yo’ though
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’

Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Plus my PO and the police knockin’ at my door though
Don’t pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him
Late at night I used to sneak out my grandfather window
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest

Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it

Eric Bellinger – Yikes

Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
You should stay the fuck out my way
[Chorus]
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
(Are you stupid?)
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
It’s Eazy
You should stay the fuck out my way
Got some more, got some more shit to say
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
Eazy Call on the way

Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Have some of your old friends become new foes
Before yo’ next move, think twice
And that Eazy Call on the way
[Intro]
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
Just chill, take a L
Get the fuck out my lane
Get the fuck out my lane
Give ’em what they demand
Hella plaques on the wall
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
[Chorus]
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
And this gon’ be your favorite song
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
I put a couple grand on your head
You split up your checks like 150 ways
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
Eazy Call on the way
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga
[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
April 6th, April 6th
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
[Verse 2]
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
Get the fuck out my lane
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
Yikes
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
As I recall, I been that nigga
[Verse 3]
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)
You Wesley Johnson

Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
You should stay the fuck out my way
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Hol’ up, hol’ up

I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
[Outro]
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
Eazy Call on the way
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car

Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
Bury you where you stand
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
And that Eazy Call on the way
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You should prolly just chill, bro