Norah Jones – Flipside

[Chorus]
If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be?
I can’t stand when you tell me to get back
It’s hard to find the flipside
[Verse 1]
You saw your reflection all over the news
Put the guns away, or we’ll all gonna lose
Eat or throw your piece pie
[Chorus]
Rewind, step behind
Hard times, fine lines
Moments fly by and I cry
[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t stand when you tell me to get back

Hope it don’t all slip away from me

It’s some kind of mystery from long ago
I tried to get high, but you wanted me low

[Pre-Chorus]
I can’t stand when you tell me to get back

Walk on, or be mine
Stand by, or take flight
If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be?
[Verse 2]
Your temperature’s well past a hundred and two
Moments pass by and I cry
Good things are happening, but happening slow
My mind was locked but I found the key
If we’re all free, then why does it seem we can’t just be?
I finally know who I’m supposed to be

Skeme – Red Coupe (feat. London Jae)

Everytime you tell her fall through
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
With the mimes
West side Inglez, I love this shit
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
[Verse 2: Skeme]
In my garage and you know it
That’s type of girl i can call boo
S/o to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
[Hook]
I just to had tell you something baby
You know that you fire
I don’t know what the rap niggas actin’ fo’
Ain’t no time like the present baby

Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
And I need at least like a rack of those
Because girl that’s a violation
You don’t be giving me problems and nothin baby
I might take your hoe out to the London
I don’t need the brake shit

You didn’t knew now you do
VVS’s only shine crazy
And if you fuckin those broke niggas
So what’s use of all that time wasting
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
She allergic to fake shit
Baby don’t fuck with nothin’ else but them real niggas
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)
Benzie i m switchin my lane yeah
[Verse 1: Skeme]
Baby you know that you fly
To come to and get you the thang yeah
Lambo i m switchin my lane yeah
She the type that you saw as ready for you
And pour another line baby
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Listen, stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
Stunt hard and you know it
See i give the rollie a facelift
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
And I get that dick to her on that drank
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
I got ’em cars and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
Red Coupe with chanel boots
In my garage and you know it
(Hoooooh shit)
And then i go beat the case bitch
Rari i m switchin my lane yeah
Pint me a perk for the pain ,yeah
[Outro: Skeme]
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl let’s put tac on my wrist
I want nothin blue but them hunnids
I’m on them bars and you know it
Lil mama you know that you fly
There right here just me and London
Pour up just for pain ,yeah
Stunt hard and you know it
You know that you flyin
Not here on a deal, I’m tryna nail you (ayy)
Sip on that remi(?) pour me molly
You know that you fire
I mean VVS’s only shine brazy
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)
[Hook: London Jae]
Real blood like a vampire
I think there to stop for a change yeah
You need to turn around to see what you trying down baby
I’m on them bars and you know it
[Hook]
Pour up and sip for pain ,yeah
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Because if you do that you slippin soon you know what I am saying
Girl I’m a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
I got ’em cars and you know it
Stunt hard and you know it

I give that dick to her back to back to back to back
That’s why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby
Gotta tell that don’t you waste time
In my garage and you know it
I got ’em cars and you know it
Red coupe, chanel boots (ooh)

Don’t play with this plan
I’m on them bars and you know it
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Lil mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)
Because it’s real shit going all around this motherfucker
You know that you flyin

Sylvan Esso – Radio

Can you keep them coming like a machine yeah
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
You’re so cute and so quick
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
You’re so surprised they like you
Three point three oh
Don’t you wanna sing along
Folk girl hero in a magazine
Gimme a new single Make me a new baby
Do you got the moves to make it stick yeah to get the clicks yeah
Technicolor our every move
Gonna to know all the words before you come on top
Three point three oh
I know the rules I ask for it too
Our savior, oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
But I just keep on yelling, keep on running, never stopping
Now don’t you look good sucking american dick
Three point three oh
While the world melts on down we’re so happy to be listening to our radio, now break it on down slow
Highway blues and gasoline fumes, it’s all I seem to make while I’m playin’ my tunes
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
While the world rides on, we’re so happy to be listening to our radio
Three point three oh
Three point three oh
The old Blue Jean, yeah
Slave to the radio, wait till they forget you though, slave to the radio
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Gonna eat all the candy while you straddle and lay me
Singin’ I’ve got the moves of a TV queen
Faking the truth in a new pop song
And I sing them back at you while you try to nap
Three point three oh
What can we do to get you on the news?
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh

TLC – Way Back (Lyric Video)

[Verse: Snoop]
[Bridge]
Some things don’t ever change
Don’t you ever think
It feels like, we were just together
Cause we go way back
Aye, where the ladies at?
It’s like Good Times, my favorite episodes
I’d like to think, when we were growin’ (growin’)
Like them high school parties
We go way back
I need a fine one, top designer
And it’s nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
This is so evolutionary proper
See through it all, now creep with the Dogg
Some things don’t ever change
Cause we go way back
Back on all that other shit we went through
James Brown and Michael J
Yeah, you and me
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
But you still my bitch
Can’t tell us nothin’
Yeah, you and me

Like Prince and Marvin Gaye
It’s still nothin’ but a thing, to pick up where we left off (yeah)
Fishin’, listen, reminiscin’ bout the days of way back
Don’t you ever wish
Yeah, you and me
A real one, not a phony, I wanna homie
me too Whether, we do, you do?
You know I remember (yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Chilli]
But the past is a blast, game overload
Cause we go way back

[Verse: T-Boz]
Way back, way back, way back, way back
I’m just the same OG, givin’ y’all a little TLC
Yeah, you and me
Don’t you ever wish

Time keeps on passin’
James Brown and Michael J
Like them high school parties
Cause we go way back

Cause we go way back
One day we could reminisce
Never leave me lonely, be my tenderoni
[Hook]
[Hook]
Twistin’ up a twenty sack
We go way back
Out in the streets, no signs of slowin’ (yeah)
We go way back
Some things don’t ever change
Cause we go way back
Don’t you ever think
Like them high school parties
It’s been a long, long time comin’
[Hook]
Some things don’t ever change
Like South side on Sunday
And shit got tough, we kept it goin’ (goin’)

It feels like, we were just together
Some things don’t ever change
[Verse: T-Boz]
Ain’t seen you around
Way back, way back, way back, way back (yeah)
Now what the future holds, no one knows
Like Prince and Marvin Gaye

Some things don’t ever change

James Brown and Michael J
Like South side on Sunday
Don’t let the rain drops stop ya, I got ya
Yeah, you and me
You know I remember (yeah)
Like South side on Sunday
One hour photo together, take a few flicks together, that’ll last forever
Baby can you help me find one?
One day we could reminisce
Back on all that other shit we went through
Yeah, you and me

Minzy – 니나노 (feat. Flowsik)

게임오버 밥 먹자 GG bae
닿을 수 없는 곳까지
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
닿을 수 없는 곳까지
제시간에 도착했다는
따라올 수 없지
아무도 못 할 걸
니나노 니나노
너와 나의 파라다이스
멈출 수 없는 춤을 춰

Show me show me what you got
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
하늘 위로 파라다이스
어머나, 나 참 원
이게 난데
시선은 내 차지

니나노 니나노
처음 듣는 멜로디
오늘 밤 가식은 없지
멈출 수 없는 춤을 춰
오늘 밤 가식은 없지
놈들의 자세는 직각으로 인사
민지 not MC 하지만 난 진지
소스라치게 놀라긴

꿈에 그린 파라다이스

두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
구름 위로 파라다이스
아직도 멀었니
누가 어쩌던
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
모두 내겐 yes
꿈에 그린 파라다이스
I got it from my 아버지가 그러셨지
구름 위로 파라다이스
뭘 원하던
리듬에 맞춰서 step을
Turn up the lights
구름 위로 파라다이스
두 손을 올리고 let’s dance
바뻐 가만히 있어
멈출 수 없는 춤을 춰
리듬에 맞춰서 step을
몸으로 니나노 니나노 yah
Come on come on 바로 너
Yo fresh out the 이발소
시작 내가 들어오면 누워있던
나는 handle it

신이 나면 네버 엔딩
Won’t you burn it up
흥이 나면 네버 엔딩
입술로 Figaro Figaro yah
꿈에 그린 파라다이스
니나노 니나노
닿을 수 없는 곳까지
내 힙합 flow 위인들의 집합소
톡 씹는 이유 지나치게
하늘 위로 파라다이스

Show me show me what you got

너와 나의 파라다이스
하늘 위로 파라다이스
기대이상이지
요란한 my drum
자체부터가 인마 지각 지각
감각적인 내 feeling
너와 나의 파라다이스
니나노 니나노
니나노 니나노
소스라치게 놀라긴
창의적인 내 feeling
Come on come on 바로 너
새로운 fantasy
전부 끝내주지
깔끔한 치아 터져가는 지갑 속
이게 난데
니나노 니나노

Sarah Close – Perfect After All

A scent in the air
I’m starting to think that just maybe it was perfect after all
It catches me on weekdays mostly
For a moment we are back to when
You were here as mine
Memories and dreams
I’ve painted a new one lately
You mirrored me to give a little
You have drawn and crossed the line

It’s harder to recall
We’re standing ten feet tall

When we would let our hearts dictate when we ran out of time
Far away it seems like we never put a foot wrong
And left with me are wisps of you
You have never been much of a follower
Then you moved on with life
Maybe we were perfect after all
And holds me there
The pictures of you are fading

Lorde – Homemade Dynamite (At Coachella 2017) (Live)

Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Yeah, awesome right?
Don’t know you super well

[Chorus]
Seeing me rolling, showing someone else love
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
[Outro]
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
So let’s let things come out of the woodwork
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Hands under your t-shirt

I guess we’re partying
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Know I think you’re awesome, right?
Know I think you’re awesome, right?
[Pre-Chorus]
So let’s let things come out of the woodwork
[Verse 1]
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

Flying with nowhere to be
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
We’ll end up painted on the road
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
[Verse 2]
Our friends, our drinks, we get inspired
Might get your friend to drive, but he can hardly see
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
Red and chrome
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite

Behave abnormally
[Chorus]
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
[Pre-Chorus]
Let’s let things come out of the woodwork
Seeing me rolling, showing someone else love
A couple rebel top gun pilots
Dancing with our shoes off
Now you know it’s really gonna blow
All the broken glass sparkling
I’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lines
Blowing shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite
But I think that you might be the same as me
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind
Our rules, our dreams, we’re blind

Kiiara – Whippin (feat. Felix Snow)

Too real for the waters, how you make me puke
Whippiiin’ in the car with you, you, you
Whippin. (x6)

F*ckboy, thought I told you not to hit me up
If it’s past two, I can’t look at you (f*ck it)
Way too many feels, way too many feels
But I will ’cause you’re too true
Wrist, wrist, wrist, whippin’ in the car with you.
No-no-no-no, hey, I still f*ck with you
I’m just bein’ real, can I keep it real?
Phone lit, past three, see you say what’s up
Versuri-lyrics.info
It’s good luck, when I’m like, “Oh, what’s up with you?”

(x10) Whippiiin’ in the car with you, you, you.
Don’t hit me past one ’cause I might come
Chanel bag, cop it, I don’t f*ckin’ want it

I got a problem and it sucks, boy
(x10) Whippin’ in the car with you, you, you.

I don’t need that bullsh*t in your wallet.
Poppin’ on your voicemail goin’ dumb
O.T., I’m in love with the f*ckboys
You, you, you, youuu.

Jacquees – B.E.D.

She on ready-set-go, she will never let go
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I know you wanna see
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I don’t give no damn ’bout what ya mom say
And girl you know the deal
I know you wanna be
‘Bout to rain on a bitch (what)
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
I know you wanna see
I gotta keep it real
Billie Jean, moon walk
I know you wanna see
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Bitch bad, no Kanye
Twenty one with no kids
Twenty one with no kids
And they be looking out for Quees
I know you wanna love
Bitch, this ain’t ya money
Ay, what it is what you wanna know?
I know you wanna be
But she in love with the flashin’
I know you wanna love
I know you wanna love
But I just wanna fuck
But I just wanna fuck
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
But I just wanna fuck
Always worried ’bout them other hoes
When we do it, do it our way
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
I know you wanna see
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
I know you wanna love
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
Baby girl, she the action
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
And girl you know the deal
And girl you know the deal
Ex hoes, yeah, they sick
I know you wanna be
Bitch, I spend it on you ‘cause you know I have it
And girl you know the deal
I’ma rain on a bitch
I done ripped about a hundred shows
Ay, you’ll be coming back to me
And girl you know the deal
But I just wanna fuck
She in love with the fashion
Twenty one with no kids
Know she think I’m Michael Jackson
‘Bout to rain on a bitch
Need it all, fuck a fraction
2015 Wanya
Don’t know why you actin
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna be
I’ma rain on a bitch
I know you wanna see
But I just wanna fuck
With my woes in the six
And you’ll be on me when the money flows
I’ma rain on a bitch
I need the front and the back end
I’ma rain on a bitch
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
I know you wanna be
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna see
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
Twenty one with no kids
And they be looking out for Quees
Rollie wrist, I’m the shit
I’ma rain on a bitch
You’ll be coming back to me
In my B-E-D, grinding slowly
And girl you know the deal
I know you wanna love
I gotta keep it real
I know you wanna be
I know you wanna love
I gotta keep it real
But I just wanna fuck
Let me rain on a bitch
I gotta keep it real
Twenty one with no kids
I’ma rain on a bitch

Rick Ross – She On My Dick (feat. Gucci Mane) (Uncensored)

Parkin’ bean projects where the killers be

She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Who at the door?
[Hook: Rick Ross]
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
She on my dick like she heard what I’m ordering

The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
I’ma be done kilt one of these niggas ’round here man
I get a rush when I see these bitches watching me
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
It’s like a high when I see these bitches jocking me
She on my dick, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick

Growing up at risco they called us piss poor
She on my dick, she on my dick
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Double M the label with the most pesos
She on my dick, she on my dick
Lot of bitches but I focus on my fab five
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
Put the money up
But the pussy goes to the richest nigga
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
I bought a condo and that bitch got eight floors
It take real heart to wanna be a rich bitch
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealing cocaine
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
She on my dick like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
She on my dick, she on my dick
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
She on my dick, she on my dick
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’
[Hook: Rick Ross]
She was posting pictures of the gifts that he would gift her
Making moves in the city so she on my dick
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Can’t be talkin’ out loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Who dat is?
Uhhhhh

Realest nigga in the city, let a bitch know
She on my dick, she on my dick

Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!
I’m making moves, she on my dick
Bitch ass nappy girl, you need that rich shit
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick

Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
Swear to god I’ma die for this wristwatch
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
She see my moves, she on my dick
It make sense, she on my dick
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Baby girl do your thing in your Vera Wang
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
She on my dick, she on my dick
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bitch
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
She on my dick, she on my dick
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these

Hopsin – Bus That

Listen, these niggas play like it’s cool
I’m coming, nigga, here, tell your chick to sip some
They’re wet and I want to go swimming
(Suss) Niggas threw dirt on my name
Okay, a wise man told me
You claim that you got the shit on lock
Bitches on my dick, dog
The whole Ill Mind series, I done did that
Bitches on my dick, dog
[Verse 2]
(Is that right?) If you in it for the cheese
Cash on fleek, I’m that nigga
What the fuck you gon’ do when your shit crash?
[Chorus]
West side, east side, north side, south side
It’s all in my hair now, your cum is so sticky" (Yikes)
Bitches on my dick, dog
As for me, I’m that nigga
You tryna shine, I’ma turn your sunlight into a gray cloud
West side, east side, north side, south side
Snatch yo’ freak, I’m that nigga
I am colder than ice, I will hold up your life
I am the misfit that nobody likes
I run through the city, the ladies are comfortable with me
(Is that right?) Got my ear to the streets
How you tryna school me when I skip class
As for me, I’m that nigga
Cash on fleek, I’m that nigga
I saw my window and I dove on it right
I strike that pussy like a thunderbolt hitting (Woo, woo)
Hmm, don’t make me go through my files
Look, got a brand new chick
Niggas on my shit, dog
You were no good with mics, you’ll be gone overnight
If one shot fires I’m Kim Jeong, so bitch, run
And I notice everybody dropping shit, I feel left out
Alright
A wonderful feeling (Woo)
(Oh no) Niggas it’s been on, my pen strong
Past O.D., I’m that nigga
She a law student working real hard out in Cape Town
Past O.D., I’m that nigga
As for me, I’m that nigga
Cash on fleek, I’m that nigga
All around the fucking planet
You know

When I hit the beat raw, it was ass up, facedown
West side, east side, north side, south side
Snatch yo’ freak, I’m that nigga
All around the fucking planet
I ain’t even dropped, you prolly think I rigged that (Nice)
We don’t fit in together, we mismatched
Past O.D., I’m that nigga
(The dust) You got your head in the clouds?
While I’m signing big ol’ voluptuous titties

Saying that I sound like Slim Shady during 8 Mile
[Intro]

Listen, I’ve been touring off an album
No one pays attention, so quit with the chitchat
You signed your life away to record labels
Niggas double taking, getting whiplash
And pull all of your dirty evidence up
All around the fucking planet
(Is that right?) You on a oneway street
Back of the tour bus, chillin’ (Kato on the track bih)
You bigging you up, you were so overhyped
(Facedown, facedown) Homie, you ain’t shit
Word on the street is the question is suss
[Chorus]
There is none Who you know could get it like this?
I’m on the road right now
Bitches on my dick, dog

Listen, y’all need to stop with the dissing
Either collab or turn it around, that’d be your best route
And then run their mouth soon as I’m leaving, why is that?
Plus the flow is precise, I’m just rolling the dice
I got the juice, don’t get caught in the splish splash
Thinking you safe, but homie, I done broken it twice
Niggas on my shit, dog
West side, east side, north side, south side
Just wanted to drop some shit
All around the fucking planet
Snatch yo’ freak, I’m that nigga
Niggas on my shit, dog
(Cape Town, Cape Town) I became ill
(Rain, rain) Had to hit you with a new flow
This is real trap music, yeah, you go be a dead mouse
As for me, I’m that nigga
Niggas on my shit, dog
I’m the plate, nigga, you just the dish rack
Listen, y’all niggas steadily fishing
Ladies say "Oh my god, papi
Am I a sellout or prodigy?
Confrontation with you is just quick cash
I am convinced that your head is just stuck
See my nuts hang low, you can’t miss the big ones
[Verse 1]
You riding me hard and my girl want my dick back
Past O.D., I’m that nigga
That niggas that you beef with will probably be your best pals
I sent bombs like ISIS from Islam
Cash on fleek, I’m that nigga
Snatch yo’ freak, I’m that nigga
It’s ironic that they just got left in the dust
Rip your limbs, gone from a sick collision
You drenched on with a light mist of piss, son

Dua Lipa – Genesis (Acoustic)

I’m sorry, so sorry
I need your touch
Tell me that it’s not the end of us
[Pre-Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me that it’s not the end of us

How can we go back to the beginning?
These late nights don’t mean nothing
For what it’s worth, I think that he might’ve created you first
[Chorus]
I’ve been sick and tired of running
[Chorus]
So I just wanna apologize
And I’m dying for the rush
Without you, I’ve got no air to breathe in

How can we go back to the beginning?

I need your love

My deep intuition tells me that I’m doing you wrong
God created Heaven and Earth
Oh, how can I get you all over my skin?
I need your love
You know, I roar like a lion

‘Cause my heart ain’t got enough
I’ve been sick and tired of running
In the beginning
This is getting serious
We can start all over again, all over again
If I don’t come home
‘Cause my heart ain’t got enough
How can we go back to the beginning?
I’m sorry, yeah
This is getting serious
These late nights don’t mean nothing
I need your love
How can we go back to the beginning?
Without you, I’ve got no air to breathe in
How can we go back to the beginning?
Your body is the one paradise that I wanna fly to
Don’t matter what’s written
[Bridge]
Just say you forgive me and don’t let me go
How can we go back to the beginning?
And I’m dying for the rush
How can we go back to the beginning?
For you, you know I’ll keep trying ’til the sun stops rising
So I just wanna apologize
I need your touch
I’m sorry, so sorry
Just my opinion
And I’m dying for the rush
[Chorus]
‘Cause my heart ain’t got enough
Without you, I’ve got no air to breathe in
[Verse 1]
How can we go back to the beginning?
Every day and every night
I’m sorry, yeah
Chasing all of the flashing lights
Chasing all of the flashing lights
How can we go back to the beginning?
Tell me that it’s not the end of us
This is getting serious
I need your touch
[Verse 2]

Breakbot – Mystery

Every day
Share the mystery
Walking on the clouds above
Looking for the mystery of love
Share the mystery
Close your eyes and you will see
Love can set us free
In the sky
Close your eyes and you will see
Far away

Love can set us free
[Instrumental]
It’s up to you and me
In this land
Sailing through the sea of love
[Pre-Chorus]

Come with me
Every day
Digging diamonds in the grove
It’s up to you and me
In the sky
With you
Far away
Come with me
In this land

This was meant to be

Come with me
Digging diamonds in the grove
With you
Far away
[Instrumental]
Everyday
With you
Looking for the mystery of love
Far away
Share the mystery
[Chorus]

Everyday
Walking on the clouds above
Share the mystery
With you

Sailing through the sea of love
This was meant to be
Come with me

Bleachers – Hate That You Know Me

[Pre-Chorus: Jack Antonoff]
[Chorus: Jack Antonoff & Carly Rae Jepsen]
Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well
They pressure you right back
I’ve been talking to strangers
Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well (I hate that you know me)
I put my things into boxes
I hate it! And you know what?
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself
Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well
Long way down
Come on, think about it

No luck! (No)
Long way down
Carry all of my old lies

You’re such a heart attack
They pressure you right back
I hate it And you know what?
You’re such a heart attack
Rubber band in my past time
Pressure points
Look like I’ve been up all night
But it feels like oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-ooh
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself (myself)
Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well
And I hate that you know me so well
No luck! (No!)
[Chorus: Jack Antonoff & Carly Rae Jepsen]

Washed the fear from my hands off
Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well)
Oo-oo-ooh
And I hate that you know me so well
(No) No luck!
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself (No)

[Verse 1: Jack Antonoff]
Acting like I’m a stranger

Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well (and I hate ya)
And you know what? I hate it

No luck!
‘Cause I can’t let go of the same dream
Come on, think about it
And I hate that you know me so well (yeah)
And I hate that you know me so well
[Verse 2: Jack Antonoff]
And I hate that you know me so well
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself (No)
Pressure points
[Chorus: Jack Antonoff & Carly Rae Jepsen]
[Pre-Chorus: Jack Antonoff]
Act like I’ve been up all night
No luck!
Caught mistakes in the sidewalk
I hate it And you know what?
Sometimes I, I hate that you know me so well (and I hate ya)
But it feels like oo-oo-ooh

Rubber band in my past time
Sometimes (Sometimes) I hate that you know me so well (I hate that you know me)
Some days I, I wish that I wasn’t myself (myself)

Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well)
So I keep talking about eighteen
[Bridge: Carly Rae Jepsen]
Sometimes I hate that you know me so well (so well)
And I hate that you know me so well
And I hate that you know me so well

wifisfuneral – 2 Step

Money long just like Rapunzel
Off 3 xanax
I’mma swing up on that pussy
[Hook]
Fuck up out my way
[Verse 1]
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
Compressive [?] xans on my life
It’s the brown demon relax
Betty Crocker in the kitchen
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Comin’ through the building
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
Two step it with my (ay, ay)
Diamonds dancing on my wrist like a stripper
Can’t control me now (ay)
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)

If I’m dancing with the devil
Hold up, fuck nigga, test it
He ain’t makin’ it to the next sequel
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
I feel posessed and in a maze
Future Trunk up in that bitch
I fuck up the pot
Hold up, fuck nigga, test it
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
And these niggas sleepin’ on me
Bitch money’s gleamin
Can’t control me now
Can’t control me now
[?] young nigga pay
Can’t control me now (damn, ay)
Can’t control me now
Boy I’m eight round with that ridged
[Verse 2]
He ain’t makin’ it to the next sequel
Can’t control me now
I ain’t with that bitch and listen
And I’m turned up with my nina
[?] and my body bleeding
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
I’m cutting shit like it’s Freeza
Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
Future trunks in that bitch boy
Hold me tight and then we stray
Watch him grip a fucking
Can’t control me now
That shit was no reason (ay)
Can’t control me now

Bounce with that check to step it with my best (ay)
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)
Had to relax
I’m cutting shit like it’s
I’m in that same position, never left (ay)
And if this gets disrespectful Rich Life
Bounce with that, bounce with that, we get pounce with that (ay, ay)
Black play running through my fucking veins
She want that, I don’t think she told me that (ay)

Nyck Caution – Look At Me (Remix)

Changing my life through the internet
All of y’all fake got another face for a pass
Hear the new shit and they acting confused
Playing some ball with my friends
Just another casualty of righteousness
Get it right, Nyck at Knight
Act raw cause someone wasn’t there
Get it right, Nyck at Knight
Got shit to prove
Good things come in two’s
To show them how to eat
Shouts out I need a masseuse
Is back, things are getting frightening
[Verse 2]
Nobody had a lesson to teach

I got a cast on my hand
They caught sipping when they unprepared
I heard your catalog that shit trash
People that fronted on us
Can you walk that path?
My girl was tripping about gram
Killing it all around when we go
So I took trip to Japan
Y’all already know what kind of life I live
Fucked up my pinky again
Square up I’m throwing a jab
Throat fucked that little bitch got her throat fucked
Changing the flow up again
Coming soon
I don’t want no rest
Already rounding the globe
Say a lot you talk a lot
Hold it down for the pros
They cannot box us no more
[Verse 1]
Damn there go my life again
Nice little kid switched, turned to a beast
Snap like I popped another Vicodin
Pop another Xan, smoke all that gas

Who knows if we’ll get America back
I don’t think so, you don’t walk that fast
I got to spazz out one time
AABA describes where America at
Beast Coast team back on top baby
Shout out X, shout out, yeah yeah
So they learn from the streets
Life of the young, dumb and unaware
I been ghost but the poltergeist
You don’t work a lot

You not down to ride
When I cyph’ take time to decipher it
Break a stack then you blow all that cash
Get it right, Nyck at Knight
Hear the bullshit and I got in my bag
[Bridge]
This is the reflection of me
Legendary beginning the story being told
Switching up the sound and the flow
So I learned from myself
Till I’m resting in peace
Doctor popped it back in place
"Nyck at Knight" dropping in June
[Outro]
Just to ride in that wave till that wave gonna crash
Speed through the lane Westbrook on the glass
I got the world in my hands
Throw a left hook at your mask
I face L’s like I ain’t like to win
[Intro]
Get it right, Nyck at Knight
See y’all in June

Spazzing out they say I got to relax
We heard a lot you not certified
Bitch I’m a pro with the film

Flatbush Zombies – Still Palm Trees (feat. Snoop Dogg) (G-Mix)

My team gets higher than the voice of Weeknd
Flatbush Zombies
Infinity stoned
I’m certified with the smoke, inhaling the dope fumes
It be Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G
I’ll pass it to you
Yeah so much grams, vacuum sealer in the hotel
I love them bitches
This is the G-Mix
Don’t we say they shoot at you
[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
My lyrics send shivers, no way you can feel this
See a lot of y’all don’t know
Smellin’ pack
Ain’t no place we can’t smoke [?]

See I’m on some new shit
But still palm trees

But still palm trees
Baby baby don’t cry
We have an unbreakable bond
This is the G-Mix baby
Probably fucked your baby momma green with my ice on

Feel me, please
[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
We plan to disperse to the earth
Yeah still I palm trees in the calm breeze
Only promote the cleanest and the passenger too
Jordan at the garden lit
But still palm trees
If you ain’t talking terps well homie what you say
Zombies been taking over
Then I pass it to Snoop
Smoking good like 222
It be Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G
So I’m grindin’ everyday tryna be the top five
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
Medicate I’m on some other shit, my weed is just too fire
But I’m on some magic shit
She frontally thick, you know I’m chiefin’
Kelly song Till 6 in the morning like that R.
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Blaze one for the nation
From the date of your birth
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
So much ass I had to hit it in the hotel
It means Zombie Gang and the D-O-double G
So said Snoop Dogg
My neck and teeth lit, glow like a beacon
Recognize game when it’s in your face
This time we recruit the g-est
Worldwide
[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]

Shout at my niggas, who [?] in the view

I only eat that pussy if she’s spiritual (yum yum)
That’s like Magic Johnson donatin’ blood
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
If it’s OG I steam it
I’m rollin’ reefer
We’re connected from the roots to the seeds, to the leaves, to the trees
Cali NY
Picture Meech not rollin’ up
[Hook: Meechy Darko & Snoop Dogg]
Wrap away is too is to match it and
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
Hittin’ blunts til I’m knocking out
Got quadriplegics tappin’ they feet, snappin’ they fingers
Baby baby don’t cry
Only get my D if she sing R&B
Got offended like a groupie though
Whether you’re last, whether you’re first
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]

Wet Meowth for that cotton mouth
They stole my swag, they can have it
I be swimmin’ in the clouds, so high I can’t come down
Picture Meech not rollin’ up
With D-O-double G, A-R-C, and Meechie
And it’s still palm trees everybody, let’s get high
We smoke trees cause trees was delivered from the earth
She loves them rappers but only niggas like me
[?]
Pardon me, Dogg, Meech
What is it worth
Flatbush screaming till I die, still they hate on the messiah
Flossin’ just because I wanna, I can see that you despise
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Brooklyn made me this, Bronx Tale, I’m on some sunny shit
Palm Trees
So much grams, y’all blew my high the first time so I had to do it again
They still hating the genius
Listen to me, this that killer that’ll make you lose it though
That’s like Magic Johnson donatin’ blood
[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Ain’t no place we can’t smoke it, right Snoop
So when you throw shade, nigga never harm me
Something in your blouse got me feelin’ so aroused
Passions for that in school

If you master this rule, lighters next time we in the cypher
Flatbush Zombies, Big Snoop Dogg
I’m known to smoke one up until we approach the zenith
One thing about me and these trees
Dig that
My chronic louder than what preachers and deacons be speaking (hallelujah)

Dizzy Wright – Wanna Remind You

We come from zero, nothing, [?], nada so God is my hero
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
Who cares as long as they can relate
This don’t come lucky, no
Y’all like my little brothers that looked up and hit the lottery
Sometimes I can’t imagine how y’all lived without the space
Never take it hard, I just find different ways to take the lead
You wait too long and next thing you know life starts weighs you down
Thinking about it when I wake up tryna get ’em all with us
But I took that leap though
You ain’t the only one, you ain’t
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
Telling the little homies like…
Sometimes it scares me that the bigger you get, you locked away
Doing bad business is a sunken place for me
Watch out youngsters, I see you
They sleepy, I get noisy

Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
It’s too many people in this world to go one way
I been connecting the dots like dominos
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
And that’s not being logical
Gotta count it up yourself yo, or you could be held accountable
No nigga, you can’t avoid me
It’s about what you came and you learned
‘fore I’m forgotten, I just…
[Verse 3]
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
I was in this funky boat
This ain’t a history lesson nah, more like victory down the road
You ain’t the only one, you ain’t
Sensitive about my shit
Better yet when your lifestyle change
The human race is mixed up like liquor
They throwing their sticks and stones but still I remain so peacefully calm
Ask my rasta, I’ve always be silent
Better yet when your lifestyle change
Never hypnotized unless it’s life after death and that’s a Biggie album
Wasn’t waiting for nothing to jump off
Dot style Be humble, K.
From another brother’s story, wishing you glory
[Intro]
They gon’ remember that I was a man of my word
Look at how I touched these souls
From Flint to Vega on my P’s & Q’s as I keep meeting peaceful
Look at how I always handle myself

I see y’all shining though
It’s not what you gained or you earned
[Hook]
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
One time for all of the greats
The black sheep of my family but even family can have the biggest egos
I hop on stage and do my 60 minutes, pushing that independence
[Hook]
You taught me that holding the throne won’t be no easy job
[Verse 2]
Keep it real, never fade
This journey’s been legit
So count your blessings podna
They like "God dammit, he happy"
I know that me and all the homies…

[Hook]
You ain’t the only one, you ain’t
I believe that praying counts
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
[Verse 1]
My voice symbolic
I’m coming strictly fitted
Yo, I hope you see me God
Like diamonds on these new age rappers that’s been trying to flow
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
Let me make this crystal clear
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something, something podna
Yo, proceed to reminisce

I do my thing and them ladies fall down for them hippy spirits
Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
But I got a lot to say so they gon’ always have a Dizzy album
Spreading that world peace while they throwing their monkey wrenches at me
Flying under the raider, right around the corner
Living in these creepy times
I’ll be there shortly
Soul food for the country folks

Wanna remind you that we all going through a little something, something
Yeah I’m blessed and peaceful

Like fuck them dress codes, they could miss me with it
I see exactly where I fucked around with make believe
That [?] shit gon’ get y’all where y’all need to be
No love lost, no monthly distractions we come cross
And I’m not talking about the bigger houses
Think about my early goes
Good weed is all I need
Better yet when your lifestyle change

From Kid – Freak (Favorite Storm Album)

Memories flashing
[Pre-Chorus, Variation]
I remember the time I

Looking back

I remember we were kids, alone
These beach towers
Time is passing
I remember the time I
Know you felt it too
I remember we were kids, in love
Full of color
Just kids alone
Kids in love
Every second counts, yeah
Every second counts, yeah
Remember the time I
[Verse 1]
Know you felt it too
Looking back
Drove around with you
Drove around with you
[Verse 2]
Time is passing
Wine-stained sheets and
Like Polaroids
Entangled in

[Chorus]
[Pre-Chorus]
Remember the time I
[Chorus]

Tech N9ne – Drama (feat. Krizz Kaliko) (Dominion Deluxe Version Album)

House alarm is red, been wanting a set
[Post-hook: Krizz Kaliko]
I can peel that dome
We don’t have them blades

Deep in necropolis they can become
Kill my fam, I hope that everyone rots
Kill everything
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (New shit!)
Not gonna be fistin’ it, cause I’m popping only
We go in the trunk for what I have then spray
(Drama!)
[Hook: Tech N9ne]

If she send them to get me, everybody dying homie
[Post-hook: Krizz Kaliko]
But I can end it all with a call if there’s drama
I’m a real nigga that they wanna kill
Cops, politicians, white folks, niggas going postal
Tech
So come one, come all, you want us to numb y’all
Now in Missouri, for a gun, I ain’t gotta have a permit
Bring it this way, then you pay, make you say "God damn!"
So I keep it drama filled, I don’t got no kind of chill
All of your drama is making me (dumb)

Now we be up in the gun shop
I’m in the thick of it, cause they plottin’ on me
I’m a real nigga that they wanna kill
And we get ’em before they get us and they done
If you live in my city, you grippin’ a gun

I was born to bless so nobody harms the Tech
So I keep it drama filled, I don’t got no kind of chill
I’m a real nigga that they wanna kill
I’m a real nigga that they wanna kill
Strange Music
So I keep it drama filled, I don’t got no kind of chill

Just like me, everybody left their chill at home
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Drama be on everyone’s block
Anybody can get it
(Drama!)
[Intro: Tech N9ne & Krizz Kaliko]
I’m in the thick of it, ’cause she lying on me
That’s on my mama nigga
I swear that I just wanna ball
So I keep it drama filled, I don’t got no kind of chill
N9ne
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (Tech N9ne!)
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
2017, we still
Lot of people on some scavenger shit
That’s on my mama nigga
E-S-T 2000
Yeah, bring that if you got it to bring
My lil’ babies, two ladies, or breakin’ thee son
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (Strange Music!)
[Outro: Tech N9ne]
That’s what you’re gonna get after you catch them (fades)
And we ready for them, who like killin’ for fun?
Everywhere you hear the gunshots
We Still
I get it, admit it, we on the same thing
(Drama!)

Cause the light from the heat that I brung’s hot
(Drama!)
I get it, admit it, we on the same thing
And your family goody goody gumdrops (yeah)
Better watch your vocals
I swear that I just wanna ball
Wanna feel that chrome?
Yeah, bring that if you got it to bring
I’ll be damn if a devil is taking me from
Best keep it off of my fam
Got my shooters for any intruders that I see
But not me, not me
Gonna have to grab them graves
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama (Let’s go!)
Better stack up on your sunblock
When it’s coming at me, I am with it
But I can end it all with a call if there’s drama
[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Making everyone fall dead up on their gun law
K-C-M-O is the place that I’m from
Target practice trying to make your lungs stop