Chaos – Barcelona Lyrics

[Hook: Lanza Attisha]
You took my heart and ran with it
I said goodbye, but I never meant it
I only hoped you’d say don’t go

[Verse 1: Chaos]
I told you that I wouldn’t make it easy on you
I told you that I won’t let you forget me
I told you I’m gone stay inside your brain
As long as you gone let me
You can’t just walk away, you struck the match and sparked the flame
I’m no longer writing music for the fans or for the fame
It’s all for you, what I do, cause now you’ve put this on my plate:
Love for the main course, hope to drink, and a side of pain
I’m trying to make this easy, I’m dying to live loyal
Crying to make you see me, I’m trying to dig soil
Hoping to plant the seeds, and I’m chokin’ the weeds growin’
But the only thing my heart wants to do is to live for you
But the flowers they just never grow
I’d wait a million decades just to make you mine
If you love her you should let her go
And I know you’ll come back this time

[Hook: Lanza Attisha]
You took my heart and ran with it
I said goodbye, but I never meant it
I only hoped you’d say don’t go

[Verse 2: Chaos]
Baby girl, I just wanna put my heart into this track
And make you feel the way you felt when “Jacob’s Ladder” made you crack
200 plays later you gone give my heart a heart attack
Trying to drive you crazy baby, you can say I have a knack
In all seriousness I miss you to death
But I’m not waiting any longer babe, I wish you the best
It’s time for me to move along, it’s time to lift up my chest
You broke my heart and took some pieces, I can pick up the rest
I really hope you like the flowers and the pictures I left
I hope you save them and you check them when you miss me in bed
I pray and I dream for you
I’ll stay and I’ll hope for you
Knowing one day you will see all the letters I wrote for you
Every wish lady
I’ll give you my lips baby
Wanna cherish you and love you, surprise you with gifts daily
The life we would live
Nice house and 3 kids
Honeymoon, first stop, Barcelona it is

[Hook: Lanza Attisha]
You took my heart and ran with it
I said goodbye, but I never meant it
I only hoped you’d say don’t go

[Verse 3: Chaos]
I hate you, I love you
For making me struggle
I came up to you for the love
But girl I stayed for the trouble
I’ll make you pay for my struggles
I’ll make you hate me and suffer!
Take you and shove you
Into the wall to taste you and hug you
Grip you and rub you
Lick you, please you, tease you, and love you
Uncover wonder under the covers, discover the thunder
I’ll squeeze you, get TOUGHER!
Throw you down and choke you for NOTHING!
Tie you up and laugh in your face looking up at your lover
I’ll burn this house. down. to the ground. and break through the rubble!
Just to save you one more time from your irrational bubbles
Of the confusion, indecisiveness, and meaningless troubles
I’m at that late night Jack in the Box like “make it a double” (Hahaha)
Eating away my sorrows
And I only wrote that line just to make you laugh and to make you smile
You’re too stupid to realize that I won’t be here for a while
But just to get to you I’d run a hundred thousand miles

[Hook: Lanza Attisha]
You took my heart and ran with it
I said goodbye, but I never meant it
I only hoped you’d say don’t go

KYLIE MINOGUE – At Christmas lyrics

Last december when we were together
I remember playing roles forever
Didn’t know, like the snow
Our love would melt away
Spring went by and then the summer started
Mid-july I was too broken hearted
All the leaves have left the trees
But these feelings still remain
Seems I’m not forgetting you
As quickly as I wanted to
Now winter’s on its way
Yeah

Christmas I can’t help but miss you
The memories of you and me
Ever green
It’s the time of joy
But for me it’s bittersweet
And christmas
I’m still reminiscing about everything we used to be
C’est la vie
Yeah I’ve spent all year wishing you were here like christmas

I know moving on is never easy
Wish my heart could change like the seasons
Someone send a happy end
To my winter stale
Now I’m building me a great big snow man
When I hold him we’ll be two hearts frozen
All along I’ll keep him cold
To make sure that he stays

I am trying my very best
But now I face the hardest question
I know festive chants
Yeah

Christmas I can’t help but miss you
The memories of you and me
Ever green
It’s the time of joy
But for me it’s bittersweet
And christmas
I’m still reminiscing about everything we used to be
C’est la vie
Yeah I’ve spent all year wishing you were here like

Can’t help but think about you when I’m all alone
Each time I hear Sinatra on my radio
I’d be in christmas heaven
If only you were present
Maybe you’re somewhere out there on your way to me

Yeah christmas I can’t help but miss you
The memories of you and me
Ever green
It’s the time of joy
But for me it’s bittersweet
And christmas
I’m still reminiscing about everything we used to be
C’est la vie
Yeah I’ve spent all year wishing you were here like christmas
Oh christmas
Oh oh oh
Ooooh
Yeah I’ve spent all year wishing you were here like christmas

RAY J – Famous lyrics

I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin’ propane on the jet
Bitches doin’ cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I’m whippin’ a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain’t nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin’ ’bout, “Baby I miss you”
Sentimental and I’m about to put you in your place
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I’ve been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
Damn right
I know that you cry when you’re goin’ to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain’t gon’ practice
I fuck around and make another one…

Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin’ I’m fine
Knowin’ you bitchin’ to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain’t mean it, know where I’m from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin’, nigga, already knowin’
Hoochie season and she already hoein’
She believes I’m ’bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I’m goin’
She from the ‘jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it’s stainless
Put you in danger when I made you…

Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

Bitch I’m alive, yeah I’m alive
Yeah bitch, I’m alive
I told you fuck niggas you’ll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin’ those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn’t me, I’m not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin’ your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I’m happy now, yeah

Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no

PITBULL – Can’t Have lyrics

Ape Drums, Steven Clark, and yours truly
Mr. W.W., haha!
I told you once (Can’t Have)
I tell you twice (Can’t Have)
The grass looks greener on the other side
Til you get to the other side, haha

Well you’re happy now
And I’m so glad, cause you’re so right
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have
Why does loneliness hurt so bad
And girl I want you back
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have

Can’t Have
Can’t Have
Can’t Have
Ohhhhhh!

I seen Central Park, from my hotel room
And it’s got me thinking
About the crazy things we use to do
For the fame, for the power, for the fortune
Ducked prison, ducked death, I’m fortunate
It was all a dream, now I wake up and live it
Thinking that the sky was the limit
Til I figured out there was footprints on the moon
Now I’m like get out the way, bitch move

Papo I’m live, fuck the other side
I’m always gonna rep 305 til I die
Everyone knows that this chico gon’ ride
Now I won’t kill you but I’ll watch you die
I’m always gonna rep 305 til I die
Everyone knows that this chico gon’ ride
Now I won’t kill you but I’ll watch you die
Everyone wants what they can’t have right?

Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Ohhhhhh!

Looking at my backyard, now all I see the ocean
Not bad for a kid that grew up with roaches
Drama, chaos, and different coaches
That’s what allows me to see through these roaches
First we shining shoes
Then we own the shoe shop
First we make the sandwich
Then we own the restaurants
First then we the clean houses
Then we own every houses on the block
Not bad for some immigrants

Papo I’m live, fuck the other side
I’m always gonna rep 305 til I die
Everyone knows that this chico gon’ ride
Now I won’t kill you but I’ll watch you die
I’m always gonna rep 305 til I die
Everyone knows that this chico gon’ ride
Now I won’t kill you but I’ll watch you die
Everyone wants what they can’t have right?

Well you’re happy now
And I’m so glad, cause you’re so right
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have
Why does loneliness hurt so bad
And girl I want you back
Well then I guess we always
Want what we can’t have

Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Can’t Have
Can’t Have, Ohhhhhh!

Well I guess we always want
What we can’t have

AC/DC – Shoot to Thrill Lyrics

[Verse 1]
All you women who want a man of the street
Don’t know which way you want to turn
Just keep coming
And put your hand out to me
Cause I’m the one who’s going to make you burn
I’m going to take you down
Down down down
So don’t you fool around
I’m going to pull it pull it
Pull the trigger

[Chorus 1]
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women too many pills, yeah
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready going to fire at will

[Verse 2]
I’m like evil I get under your skin
Just like a bomb that’s ready to blow
Cause I’m illegal
I got everything
That all you women might need to know
I’m gonna take you down
Yeah down, down, down
So don’t you fool around
I’m going to pull it, pull it
Pull the trigger

[Chorus 2]
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill, play to kill
I got my gun at the ready going to fire at will
Cause I shoot to thrill and I’m ready to kill
I can’t get enough and I can’t get my fill
Shoot to thrill play to kill, yeah

[Middle Section]
Pull the trigger, pull it
Pull it pull it
Pull the trigger

[Chorus 3]
Shoot to thrill play to kill
Too many women with too many pills
Shoot to thrill play to kill
I got my gun at the ready going to fire at will
Cause I shoot to thrill and I’m ready to kill
I can’t get enough and I can’t get my fill
Cause I shoot to thrill play to kill
Play it again

[Outro]
Shoot you down, yeah
I’m gonna get you down on the bottom girl
Shoot you, I’m going to shoot you
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m going to shoot you down, yeah yeah
I’m going to get you down, down down down down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down
I’m going to shoot to thrill
Play to kill
Shoot to thrill

Flo Rida – Guarantee Lyrics

[Intro]
Flo Rida: I need a guarantee
Akon: eh, eh, eh…eh
Flo Rida: Akon are you with me?
Akon: Akon and Flo Rida
Flo Rida: The World is you with me?

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]
Be down for the cause, be my misses set it off, she can add to the po-po-po
Had some Betsy Ross, B-B-back up off the wall, satisfaction in my clause, satisfaction for my dawgs
I need passion from these broads, in the club do your strut guarantee me some love
I need answers, keep the questions lets agree to some touch
Run the tab, let me grab, I don’t need a paragraph
Don’t like talkin’ on about flossin’, only freaks on my staff

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First its money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 2: Flo Rida]
All out all in, ninety-nine point nine percent
Girl you can’t be hesitant, love your ex? excellent
Want more x? lets be friends
Unprescripted medicine, that’s a problem I don’t bother not even no evidence
I need to know,one, when you gonna go get it done hun, two you ain’t gotta be my boo I got a buggati
I want when I’m at the bar, exclusive, shorty spit at me, no mucus, that don’t mean I’ll be your cupid
I ain’t stupid baby, you can buzz

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

[Verse 3: Flo Rida]
Definitely a dime, right, when with me like flying kite
Only cash, shows and ice
Give Flo Rida sacrifice, shorty represent the night
Stunting feed the appetite, say the price
Paper tight, blow it like some candle light
VIP the whole clique, got the moon rock wrapped around my wrist
I’m about to waste, don’t trip, like back in the day like 2 legit
Where the love go, to my dub show
We’re on the sexy ghetto, where’d your new patron get us

[Hook: Akon]
When I’m in the club Imma need me a few of the things that the bar can’t bring
First it’s money, second its me in the VIP full of guarantees
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
You gotta be down if I’m gonna spend amends on you
She gotta be down, gotta love, that’s me
She gotta be down, for sure guarantee

Fetty Wap – We The Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
2016, hey peace what up man
1738, Zoovie

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Nigga I’m rich boy, ay
150,000 on my wrist boy, ay
Niggas hate but why they on my dick for? Ay
RGF The Island, we the shit boy, we the shit boy
Zoovie, I’m a rich boy
150,000 on my wrist boy, ay
Niggas hate but why they on my dick for? Ay
RGF The Island, we the shit boy, we the shit boy
Zoovie, I’m a rich boy

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
I just keep on rolling all my backwoods they stay swollen, ay
50 foreign flying, swear to God look like it’s stolen, ay
Only fuck with niggas from the Islands and they know that, ay
A million that ain’t nothing to me, I’m rich, niggas they know that, ay
Baby they be screaming they love us, they love us
Baby, only God is above us, above us
Baby they be screaming they love us, they love us
(?) tryna copy us, tryna copy us
Baby ay-ay-ay
They know we the shit
Put in work, we switching shits
And what I (?) fuck me up, bout to be a (?)
Ay and I roll with bout 10 of us, we keep on making hits
Hit 150 twice a month (?) Wap

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Nigga I’m rich boy, ay
150,000 on my wrist boy, ay
Niggas hate but why they on my dick for? Ay
RGF The Island, we the shit boy, we the shit boy
Zoovie, I’m a rich boy
150,000 on my wrist boy, ay
Niggas hate but why they on my dick for? Ay
RGF The Island, we the shit boy, we the shit boy
Zoovie, I’m a rich boy

[Verse 2: Monty]
Baby I’m a rich boy
See what’s on my wrist boy
Have so many chicks boy
Money I’ma get boy
I will never switch boy
Two guns on my hip boy
Pull up in that whip boy
Flexing then I dip boy
Now they keep two bad bitches in the mix boy
Swerving in my i8, Zoovie in the 6 boy
All this ice got me looking like I hit a lick boy
17, you already know who I’m with boy
I be on some “let’s fuck in the car” shit
She be on some “yeah I’m with the squad” shit
When I’m done I swear I be exhausted
I’m a rich boy, I got profits

[Hook: Fetty Wap]
Nigga I’m rich boy, ay
150,000 on my wrist boy, ay
Niggas hate but why they on my dick for? Ay
RGF The Island, we the shit boy, we the shit boy
Zoovie, I’m a rich boy
150,000 on my wrist boy, ay
Niggas hate but why they on my dick for? Ay
RGF The Island, we the shit boy, we the shit boy
Zoovie, I’m a rich boy

[Outro]
I’m a rich boy, yeah-yeah
I’m a rich boy, yeah-yeah
I’m a rich boy, yeah-yeah
Niggas hate but why they on my dick for? Ay
RGF The Island, we the shit boy, we the shit boy, yeah

Chris Brown – Sip Lyrics

[Verse 1]
‘Cause I’m gonna take it off
So you might as well come naked
You look better with them clothes on anyway
Never let a bright independent get up in the way
Pull up to the side, let you ride like the interstate
‘Cause you said you could take it, take it off
We could disappear now
Like we doin’ a magic show
Yeah, we leave them scratches like animals
I’m off that poison, don’t give me no antidote

[Hook]
My baby’s coming over
We don’t even need no foreplay
Even when we sober
We get drunk off love then have sex all day
Sip codeine, oh I
Let’s take a sip

[Verse 2]

[Hook]
My baby’s coming over
We don’t even need no foreplay
Even when we sober
We get drunk off love then have sex all day
Sip codeine, oh I
Let’s take a sip

[Bridge]

[Hook]
My baby’s coming over
We don’t even need no foreplay
Even when we sober
We get drunk off love then have sex all day
Sip codeine, oh I
Let’s take a sip

Juicy J – Gimme Gimme Lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
S65 coupe, gimme
Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme
Balling through Soho, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
I don’t care what I blew, gimme gimme
Need something new
Gimme gimme, gimme
Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme
You know this Lamborghini faster than your hemi
I’m just a Memphis nigga balling like I’m Penny
Fuck a bitch for bout 2 hours off the Henny
Rich nigga credit card got no limits
I just bought a condo, cost 2 mil to be a tenant
Bitch I’m dripping so much sauce your bitch might take up swimming
I be smoking back to back to back, I’m still not finished
Gold around my neck, I won the real nigga Olympics
When I wear all my shit they be like Juicy that’s too many
Your bitch get pennies and plenty Remys
Now that bitch running like a track meet after the Bentley
She like

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
S65 coupe, gimme
Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme
Balling through Soho, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
I don’t care what I blew, gimme gimme
Need something new
Gimme gimme, gimme
Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Bitch get it right, my name Jxmmi
Ball hard, bitch you know I just bought Physx
Failed class so I never went to physics
Gimme gimme
Real Gucci, no gimmick
Niggas don’t get it, they be balling, they got limits
I’ma leave ’em broke, you know I’ma leave ’em broke
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Give me space, give me space, give me space
I on Rodeo drive, I’m bout to blow like 30k
My pockets full of hundreds, I got money in the bank
Bitch I’m all in AOD, they getting naked while I drink

[Hook: Juicy J]
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme
S65 coupe, gimme
Walking through Rodeo, gimme gimme
Balling through Soho, gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme
I don’t care what I blew, gimme gimme
Need something new
Gimme gimme, gimme
Fuck it, cop a few, gimme gimme, gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme

[Outro: Slim Jxmmi]
Mike Will fuck wit’ me
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes
Bitch we in the club with bands, we ain’t in here telling jokes

Lil Durk – Shooters Lyrics

[Intro]
Stuntman, woah, woah

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Verse 1: Snap Dogg]
Niggas swear that they shooters, ain’t shot shit
Ask about me, they gon’ tell you that I drop shit
When Glock clips on hot shit, really hit your top bitch
I can put this chopper down drop quick
Y’all be beefing over pussy nigga?
I swear y’all some pussy niggas
On weak shit, beef shit
Y’all ain’t with that street shit
I shot up your whole body, closed casket, y’all can’t see shit
(Shit there goes Snap Dogg)
That’s an opp nigga
That’s my chop nigga
I’m really with the shit, do your homework
Coulda put my niggas on you but I do my own dirt

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we ain’t (?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Game is water, stand in them trenches with .45s raining
Show money go up to 50, them niggas can’t be jaded
Red light, green light, catch you at red at night my city dangerous
Cause your life, you cool, but when you’re dead niggas make you famous
Homicide been looking for me, riding around with my bitch
There go Durk, let’s get him, (?) cops and (?)
Hit that Smith and tell these rappers diss ’em
Swish ’em, catch ’em, blick ’em
Instagram and Snapchat might be the calls of the victims
I don’t need to shoot, I know my brothers got me
I got Rugers, Macs, .40s, 90s, wooden Dracos with the handle
Fuck a rumor nigga, ask me for the truth
And I’m talking (?) street, (?) I got the juice

[Hook: Antt Beatz]
Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
And I got that AR, so where the drummer
Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
Come get me nigga, I don’t worry, no I keep it coming

[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
I don’t need no shooter, I’m my own shooter
It was them got the shooters, we ain’t (?)

K Camp – Rare Form (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
I’m a G
Can’t say Genius if you ain’t talking about my DJ

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Interlude]
Hey Genius give ’em that flood fool

[Hook]
Leaders be baptized, take a nap time
Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it’s crap time
That’s a Porsche, hella horses
Well of course I tried for verses
I tried for my parents, look at my parents
Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance?
Ain’t nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too
But I got up off my ass and went got the loot
But I got up off my ass and found a booth

[Verse]
Now I’m riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof
I’ve been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof
I can see it in your eyes, you not gon’ tell the truth
It’s that cash talk, that’s that bad talk
That’s that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk
This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk
This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk?
It’s that whole foods, everything organic
Everything A1, lil nigga don’t panic
Far removed from this planet
Mindset on stranded
On my own
Looking out for the bad bitches that’s home alone
So glad that the summer gone
Top hat like Al Capone
Big bread, hella cheese, shit I’m just getting my deli on
Throwed like I got a belly on
I’m just here for the millions
I think the engine inside the trunk
In Miami eating shrimp and coke
I swear my man raise a pump
Thank God I ain’t vote for Trump
But a nigga won anyway
The world fucked up anyway
I’m just glad I got a place to stay
Clocked in and the trap full
All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull

MELANIE C – Dear Life lyrics

Don’t know if I believe in a God
Don’t know if I believe there’s not
Don’t know if I believe in fate
Don’t know if I believe we make our own way

I love, I lose, I scar when I bruise
Well, dear life

Sometimes I feel you carry me
And then I feel you’re letting go
No ties, I’m wild, running free
Am I a fool to think I’m in control?
Should I lay back, and let the tide wash over me?
All the fight, dear life
What do you hold from me?

Maybe I should believe what I’m told
Maybe I should believe what glitters is gold
Maybe I should say what’s on my mind
Maybe if I keep my mouth shut I’ll be fine

I hate, I burn
I bless and curse
Well, dear life

Sometimes I feel you carry me
And then I feel you’re letting go
No ties, I’m wild, running free
Am I a fool to think I’m in control?
Should I lay back, and let the tide wash over me?
All the fight, dear life

The only thing I know for sure when I get enough of this life
The only thing I know for sure, we’re gonna be alright
The only thing I know for sure when I get enough of this life
The only thing I know for sure, we’re gonna be alright

Sometimes I feel you carry me
And then I feel you’re letting go
No ties, I’m wild, running free
Am I a fool to think I’m in control?
Should I lay back, and let the tide wash over me?
All the fight, dear life
What do you hold from me?

OK GO – The One Moment lyrics

You’re right
There’s nothing more lovely
There’s nothing more profound
Than the certainty
Than the certainty
That all of this will end
That all of this will end
So open your arms to me
Open your arms to me

And this will be
The one moment that matters
And this will be
The one thing we remember
And this will be
The reason to have been here
And this will be
The one moment that matters at all

So while the mud
Reclaims our footprints
And while our bones keep looking back
At the overgrowth that’s swallowing the path
There for the grace of God go we
There for the grace of God go we
There for the grace of time and chance
And entropy’s cruel hands
So open your arms to me
Open your arms to me

And this will be
The one moment that matters
And this will be
The one thing we remember
And this will be
The reason to have been here
And this will be
The one moment that matters at all

So won’t you stay here with me
And we’ll build ’til we’ve blistered our hands
So won’t you stay here with me
And we’ll build us some temples
Build us some castles
Build us some monuments
And burn them all right down

So open your arms to me
Open your arms to me

And this will be
The one moment that matters
And this will be
The one thing we remember
And this will be
The reason to have been here
And this will be
The one moment that matters at all

So won’t you stay here with me
And we’ll build ’til we’ve blistered our hands
(This will be the one thing we remember)
So won’t you stay here with me
And we’ll build us some temples
(And this will be)
Build us some castles
Build us some monuments
(This will be)
Build us some temples
(The one moment that matters)
Build us some castles
(And this will be)
Build us some monuments
(The one moment that matters at all)

PRINCE – Moonbeam Levels lyrics

Yesterday I tried 2 write a novel but I didn’t know where 2 begin
So I laid down in the grass tryin’ 2 feel the world turn
Boy loses girl in a rain storm, nuclear World War III
All that’s left is pain and sorrow, as far as he’s concerned

He says please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
I’m lookin’ 4 a better place 2 die

Maybe he’s lookin’ 4 a different world
Maybe he’s lookin’ 4 a brand new high
Maybe he would like a nice condo overlookin’ the rings of Saturn
Maybe he wants affection instead of a plastic life
Maybe he doesn’t know what he wants at all

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He says please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
I’m lookin’ 4 a better place 2 die

A newborn child knows nothing of destruction
Nothing of love and hate
What happens in between is a mystery
Because we don’t give a damn about his fate

He said he’ll never keep diaries 2 learn from his mistakes
Instead he’ll just repeat all the good things that he’s done
Fight 4 perfect love until it’s perfect love he makes
When he’s happy then his battle will be won
(It’s never 2 late)

He says please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
I’m lookin’ 4 a better place 2 die

He says please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
Please send all your moonbeam levels 2 me
I’m lookin’ 4 a better place 2 die

He don’t, he don’t, he don’t really wanna die
He don’t wanna, he don’t wanna, he don’t wanna die
He don’t wanna, he don’t wanna, he don’t wanna die
He don’t really wanna die

ANGEL HAZE – Resurrection lyrics

2014, the year I died
Now I’m resurrected like Jesus Christ
I mean, y’all can tell by the shit I drive
When the doors go “Ah” like frequent flights
I mean, look inside my crib, look inside my whip
Big old body men and I can’t drive for shit
If I phone home is a spaceship
Nigga, in my budget was a motherfuckin’ facelift, nigga what
Anyway, fuck what you heard and shit
I’m from 7 mile, I make urban shit
And my homies all fuck suburban chicks
But I just keepin’ player with my urban bitch
I’m yellin’ “D-day, d-day, d-day, d-day, d-day”
You a broke bitch, I don’t relay, relay
Before I even show up they gotta prepay, prepay
May in time runnin’ out, bit relay, relay, relay

I just bought an island wildin’ crib
So big they doubled up the brokerage fee
Bitches see me park and go wild and be screamin’ “Hey Professor Oglevee”
Exes, flexin’, sexin’, textin’
I don’t really care, I caught me a colder piece
I just let my shit get so strong, can’t nobody here hold me?
Yeah, resurrection, woo
Damn, my perfection
I just doubled down and make them niggas learn their lesson
I was like “Yeah, resurrection”, woohoo

2016, the year I rise
Like the Phoenix, yeah man, my shit on fire
Copt the new McClan just to sit outside
And if you disrespect me yea the clit gonna ride
Wait, please dont front all my shit lke that
Woah bitch don’t touch, hold my shit like that
Lost all my soul just to get that plaque
And it’s been way too long for me to get that back
Wait, not that I say I regret it
We only fuck if you match my aesthetic
Wait, I think they all just rejecting
Hate what you not and that shit is pathetic
Wait, I just do what my perspective
And I guess they got some power to it
I just moved out of direction
Then I drove like 30 hours to it

I just bought an island wildin’ crib
So big they doubled up the brokerage fee
Bitches see me park or go wild and be screamin’
Exes, flexin’, sexin’, textin’
I don’t really care, I caught me a colder piece
I just let my shit get so strong, can’t nobody here hold me?
Yeah, resurrection, woo
Damn, my perfection
I just doubled down and make them niggas learn their lesson
I was like “Yeah, resurrection”, woohoohoo

No one, no one, no one can save you now
You die upon the devil, raise you now
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Resurrection
No one, no one, no one could save me now
I die upon the devil, raise me now
And call me nothing new

SPICE GIRLS – Song For Her Lyrics

Kids are laughing, it’s 4 in the morning.
Can’t help smiling, can’t help yawning.
Ladder in my tights, that I think I’ll be climbing, forever.

My head’s in the days but the caffeine is fixing.
Chasing the clock, but I can’t stop it ticking.
Nobody knows, but I’m barely just keeping it together.

I’m spinning, I’m dropping, I’m brushing, I’m dressing, my nights they are rolling today.

This is a song for her you know you light it up
‘Cause you know who you are, stand up, stand up!
She’s got that boom boom pop, that’s something they can’t stop
She’s got that oh oh oh oh song for her

Life is a river, wherever it’s flowing,
We jump on a bus, who knows where it’s going,
Stayed out all night, careless and care free together.

Where is that girl, is she long gonna missing?
Can’t bring her back, but it’s just reminiscing;
There in the mirror, she’s shouting I’ve been here forever.

I’m burning, I’m slipping, I’m pushing, I’m yelling, but I still got something to say.

This is a song for her you know you light it up
‘Cause you know who you are, stand up, stand up!
She’s got that boom boom pop, that’s something they can’t stop
She’s got that oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
She’s got that oh oh oh oh
Song for her

Wipe up your tears of doubt you have been crying,
Lift up your dreams feel like you’re flying,
Never forget the girl is the woman you are.

This is a song for her
This is a song for her.

This is a song for her you know you light it up
‘Cause you know who you are, stand up, stand up!
She’s got that boom boom pop, that’s something they can’t stop
She’s got that oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
She’s got that oh oh oh oh
Song for her

This is a song for her you know you light it up
‘Cause you know who you are, stand up, stand up!
She’s got that boom boom pop, that’s something they can’t stop
She’s got that oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
She’s got that oh oh oh oh
Song for her

This is a song for her you know you light it up
‘Cause you know who you are, stand up, stand up!
She’s got that boom boom pop, that’s something they can’t stop
She’s got that oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
She’s got that oh oh oh oh
Song for her

Tyler Joseph – O Come, O Come Emmanuel Lyrics

[Intro: David McCreary]
Coming to the stage now
Is our new singer, first time on television, though you’ve probably heard of him
He is the president of the [?] day fan club
Actually I hear that Sinatra has a restraining order against him
Please, help me welcome him to the stage, Tyler Joseph

[Tyler Joseph]
Oh no, no

[Verse 1]
O come, O come, Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appears
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel

No, no
Oh no

[Verse 2]
O come, Thou Day-Spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night
And death’s dark shadows put to flight
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel

Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no, no, no

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel

[Outro: David McCreary & Tyler Joseph]
Tyler Jefferson everybody, round of applause
Wow, that was dark
That was dark
You do realise that it’s Christmas
The carols great
Carol is greats, but so is Betty but she doesn’t make me want to cry
I hear you’re going on tour
Yeah, my band and I
Oh your band, let me stop you right there
Elvis never needed a band
I’m not Elvis
You didn’t need to tell me twice
Tyler Rae-Jepsen everybody
Thank you, so Merry Christmas Tyler
Get off the stage
Ma, I’m tryna
Bring back Tyler, he’s got something, am I right

Kollegah – Kobrakopf (English Translation) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kollegah]
A polar bear’s fur on the tiles out of massive gold
Relaxed Cocaine-session in front of the crackling firewood
The ex-girlfriend calls, I don’t answer the phone
The new girlfriend asks “Who’s that?” “Mind your own business!”
Because the Boss is a player, open Porsche Carrera
Money on my mind, coal on my mind like a snowman
Take the suitcase full of money, gamble everything away in Las Vegas, Bitch
Because, earlier I had nothing and life’s fading
Like footsteps in the sand after a storm at the beach
And today everyday feels like my birthday
Today, I’m cruising around the country with 300 horsepower
And the jaguar on my grill like a jungle tribe
Then poor, now rich, then train, now Maybach
Now I’m paying these platinum bracelets, no matter how expensive
Drive to Milan, shopping brand by italian designers
That’s like German Dream: There will be some Armani
And I buy the whole spring collection
And it’s Kollegah, over-king like crowns, grill chromed
And until everything crumbles into dust
I will continue making colorful paper in a grey world

[Chorus: Kollegah]
Tiger skins, platinum scepter, cobra head
Stash dollar bills at night in my highrise loft
When the Chardonnay drips on the carbon varnish
I count money, colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
The world is grey, but I count colorful paper

[Verse 2: Farid Bang]
You want to hook somebody up, enter a discotheque
But no bitch will get in your Citroën
And you wish I had thrown myself in front of a train
But my jeans is like my faith: True Religion
And my bullets fuck your asshole, you shirt
Because you pick up the soap, like an economical person
Farid to the Bang, we are underground stars
The only gangster rappers who don’t pay protection money
Young and brutal, I stay weapon carrier
And I disperse your mice, like an exterminator
Why is it my fault that everbody wants to fuck your sister?
Drive to the sauna club and fuck about six Romanians
I have the Tec with me, dispatch sexually damaged
Street-rapping 16 year olds
Your mothers, when I have banged them all
I had more cheerleaders on me than Dipset albums
I shoot Fettes Brot, who says street rap is dead
I can’t scratch my back because my biceps is too big
I have an Eastpak full of cocaine, we beat some stoners to death
Rule No. 3: Real gangsters don’t have twitter!
What?

[Chorus: Kollegah]
Tiger skins, platinum scepter, cobra head
Stash dollar bills at night in my highrise loft
When the Chardonnay drips on the carbon varnish
I count money, colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
The world is grey, but I count colorful paper

[Verse 3: Haftbefehl]
Meet me in Paris, I’m in a shopping binge at Louis Vuitton
Or one day later in Milano in the Cerruti store
Hafti drives up at Gucci in the new Grand Cherokee black
Blonde model-girlies carry bags for the superstar
Yesterday Gallus, today charts, cho, first class, Lufthansa
You say, you were up in the air – overhead railway in Wuppertal
Alas, step aside!
You have no flus, you’re poor, your mother sucks dick for 50 bucks
So that Markus can drive with bus and train to pay for sex in the whorehouse
Funny hahaha, look, Baba H makes para, spits some bars
Come around to your village, if you want to see me, you gotta pay
Watches by Mont Blanc, I have 20k jewelry on my wrist
Want millions, fuck 100 dollar bills
I have hunger for more, brother, ah
Hello germany, have a nice day, origin: Dersim, Kurdistan
Distribute turn and push kicks, chab, like the son of Uschi Glas
From broken roads towards Jupiter, in the flying saucer, brah
Your flow remains gay like Bruno Mars
You son of a bitch, fuck yourself in the ass

[Chorus: Kollegah]
Tiger skins, platinum scepter, cobra head
Stash dollar bills at night in my highrise loft
When the Chardonnay drips on the carbon varnish
I count money, colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
Blue, green, yellow, purple
Colorful paper
The world is grey, but I count colorful paper

Shindy – Statements (English Translation) Lyrics

[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah

[Verse 1: Shindy]
I turn a Matchbox into an AMG, Ku’damm into a slot car racing track
All y’all Rufios, don’t fuck with a Peter Pan
And all y’all Ralfs, don’t fuck with a Michael
Dreams is a Panini scrapbook without a missing
Shindy for president – make rap great again
I do all this for the bitches like Maybelline
With purple bills, tears dry faster than with nice words
Hoes want to make out – Captain Morgan
Yeah, my ego’s bigger than Shaquille O’Neal
800 euro backpack – keep it real
Take the elevator to the skyline – Sonny-level
Badboy, badboy – Colin Farrell
Fifty thousand for hotels on my business record
What a life when bitches gives give thanks to me after sex
I’m balling other-worldly – Space Jam
That is no decadence, these are statements

[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah

[Verse 2: Bushido]
Yeah!
This shit brings me some millions annually
Your labels are sweet, my label is a traditional club
I’m not finished, retired rapper with million euro pension
Fuck it! Shindy will bring percentages, forever
Put my daughter to bed, play a match of Warcraft
Half an hour later, shots getting fired at the Borchardts
No airplay, fuck the radio
Dip the white bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar
Don’t ask me, if I retire, when Shindy goes platinum
I think I’ll go get a rolex if he goes platinum
Full beard, rap olympus – shoot at you – Zeus-thunderbolts
100k bank transfer, purpose: koi fish
I trigger state affairs with my name-dropping
Your drug dealer rap is a movie, dude – trainspotting
After show parties, small talk and shake-hands
I go to bed at 10 PM, dude, these are statements

[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah

Bonez MC & RAF Camora – Ohne mein Team (English Translation) Lyrics

[Bridge: Bonez MC]
In a group of six in the Mercedes, because all guys have to come along
A little bit of champagne for the girls and a fuck as a result
No law, no rules – let’s make bucks
Because it’s a good life like that – but never without my team

[Verse 1: RAF Camora]
I close the door of the apartment, when the party is complete
Monika, Sarah, Belinda from Instagram on my guest list
Menthol in the cigarette, soda in the drink
A chick wants that I sing “So lala” for her
She want’s me intimate
I don’t cooperate without my team
The sun shines through the curtain
Skin color: Ovolmaltine
Cocaine in the booth two by two
Death has distributed the death papers
Today, all my arabs are latinos
„Chica, ¿qué pasa?“; the boys are amigos
She passes the joint, let’s the homies hit it
Smoking – never without my team

[Hook]
Never without – without my team, never without – without my team
Hamburg, Berlin, West Vienna – never without – without my team
Never without – without my team, never without – without my team
Hamburg, Berlin, West Vienna – never without – without my team

[Post-Chorus: RAF Camora & Bonez MC]
Pop, pop – not at twelve o’clock, but at one o’clock is okay
One yalan, two yalan – at one o’clock is okay
A glass of Yamazaki – not at twelve, but at one o’clock is okay
A party everyday

[Part 2: Maxwell]
Don’t enter the stage, not without my team
Nobody takes our philosophy from us
Everything numb – lidocaine
Don’t ask, how much money I make out of a kilo
One chick to the left, one chick to the right
See you at the Echo – guest list of Maxwell
Bring me the rum, a case of the best one
Don’t need a hotel, baby, fuck backstage
What happens today will be suppressed tomorrow
Let the sun burn me at the beach
They bring the cops, I bring the gang
When it comes to violence, we are too consequent
All people from Ghana are Brazilians today
Prince Boateng from the Copacabana
Next level coma, the drugs are clean
All of them want to serve me topless, but never without my team!

[Hook]
Never without – without my team, never without – without my team
Hamburg, Berlin, West Vienna – never without – without my team
Never without – without my team, never without – without my team
Hamburg, Berlin, West Vienna – never without – without my team

[Post-Chorus: RAF Camora & Bonez MC]
Pop, pop – not at twelve o’clock, but at one o’clock is okay
One yalan, two yalan – at one o’clock is okay
A glass of Yamazaki – not at twelve, but at one o’clock is okay
A party everyday

[Bridge: Bonez MC]
In a group of six in the Mercedes, because all guys have to come along
A little bit of champagne for the girls and a fuck as a result
No law, no rules – let’s make bucks
Because it’s a good life like that – but never without my team

[Post-Chorus: RAF Camora & Bonez MC]
Pop, pop – not at twelve o’clock, but at one o’clock is okay
One yalan, two yalan – at one o’clock is okay
A glass of Yamazaki – not at twelve, but at one o’clock is okay
A party everyday

[Outro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, he-e-ey
Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, he-e-ey
Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, he-e-ey
Hey, hey, hey, hey; hey, hey, he-e-ey

KC Rebell – Anhörung (English Translation) Lyrics

[Intro: Judge speaking before the hearing begins]
Hearing of the defendant Hüseyin Köksecen
You relinquish your lawyer und conduct your own case
You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…
Do you want to testify? (I will testify)
We want to sound you on some charges

[Judge]
„Too many offences occasioning bodily harm, too low inhibition threshold.“

[KC Rebell]
You call that “bitch slap” where I’m from
Too many assholes act like kings
Sniff a gramm of cocaine and feel like they were Rambo
They didn’t learn anything about respect in their life
I avoid everything, but I don’t look away if I see it
I’m really not interested, but if you don’t make a stand
These people will mistake kindness for weakness

[Richter]
„Your criminal record includes aggravated robbery“

[KC Rebell]
You do a lot of things in your youth, if you need the dough
And, moreover, the appreciation was missing in this hell hole
But taking away other people’s bread is disgraceful
I was a piece of shit, now I get it
As my father told me, maturity comes with age

[Richter]
„Your environment is dangerous, the faces are known.“

[KC Rebell]
Yes, they are gangsters, but you can’t change that
They are not like you, their life is damn hard
Still, you shouldn’t paint them with the same brush

[Richter]
„People say you are homophobic.“

[KC Rebell]
I don’t use the back entrance, if you can get in from the front
I dont’t care, they should do it how they want to
But Reb-Rebell is 100 percent dick into vagina

[Richter]
„Let us have your comments about misogyny.“

[KC Rebell]
I’m dominant, but mysogynistic? No!
The problem is, man and woman change their roles nowadays
Too many men sold their pride to women
That doesn’t make sense, that’s crap and jabbering
For example, nothing is as great as my respect for my mother
Her word is my law, her smile is my victory
Her life means peace, her tears mean war

[Richter]
„Is that right, you are poisoning the youth?“

[KC Rebell]
Cliché, I just take a pen and bleed
I hide them inside of me, those crises in stomach
I use the music to open my valve and let it out
They love me and think: this guy is just like we are

[Richter]
„Seems like the kids can relate to you“

[KC Rebell]
Yes, right, your kids give a fuck about Abi
Point at me and say:”That right there is our Abi!”
They do what I say, not what you say
They scream “Reb-Rebell”, as if it was Hitler-german

[Richter]
„And you like that? What’s praiseworthy about that?“

[KC Rebell]
Why not? I’m no criminal drug dude
Also no junkie like Sido, who misdirects them
Only angry from time to time, because even I feel bad
I got problems, too, I have family, too
My ex is a bitch, I have crises, too

[Richter]
„And why do you pulpify rappers?“

[KC Rebell]
Sorry, but the other rappers make it easy
Live in a small town, talk about ghettos
Talk shit, that their life is lawless
Everything’s repetitive, they talk some kind of street german

[Richter]
„That’s correct and what about Money Boy?“

[KC Rebell]
Huh, what I did to Money Boy is where opinions differ
But somehow, this shit was my opinion
Embarassment in the form of millions of clicks
For a short moment, my vision was fucked up
I felt so offended in the name of rap
Had to show those people: this shit is so embarassing
My song send him back to his hobby-mic
This is rap, there’s copyright on this stamp

[Richter]
„You have taunted in Vienna, said something there“

[KC Rebell]
Yes, I was on stage, screaming: RAF Camora is alive!

[Richter]
„You are anti everything and swim against the tide.“

[KC Rebell]
I will die, but don’t sell my soul to Shejtan
Resistance, I rather bleed everyday
Than be a puppet and do what you say
I don’t deny myself, that would be honorless
I am a rebel, I am the opposite pole
And if I stop selling CD’s by tomorrow, that would be too bad
But I can tell my mirror image: I was honest!

[Richter]
Record finished, you as a citizen have rights
And, just like that, you have boundaries and laws
It would be better, if you appreciate and respect them
That’s it for now, unless you want to add something
Maybe you want to report about something?

[KC Rebell]
Yes! Fuck the judge, only god can judge me!

Kool Savas – Matrix (English Translation) Lyrics

[Intro]
„Blue pill. Red pill.“
„Matrix, matrix.“

[Verse 1]
Every verse a manuscript that’s blessed by god
Spitting on the highest level and still only hits
Your happiness is up to the mercy and mood of another man
Therefore, you become a clown first, then a slave
No matter how long your dick is
The only one who’s getting here is you
Fuck, that’s a fact, no matter of opinion
My flow – lethal, kamikaze, contagious
Act like a PE teacher, body mass index, nice
He is fake – laminate, alternative product
Toils for minimum wage, doesn’t make more wind than hair dryers
I’m the hammer-tor-nado – heart colder than Fargo
Shoot randomly without a warning – my word is law
I speak it, and it brings to bear like Ford Cargos
Reserve a flower arrangement at Marsano
In the best case, you kick the bucket
Throw it to you, in your sarcophagus
Well, I’m finished with you, now the next
Those MC’s bolt into exile when I’m rapping
Are younger, but they look like fools next to me
If you think it has outgrown you
Have a good cry on Udo Walz’ shoulder, you dig?
This right here is called music slash science
S is the quintessence, give me the beat
I flourish, like at the end of winter
Penny pincher, they would kill for small change
Rubbing their balls an lay their hands on minors, like child abusers
Reload, constantly shoot at you bunglers, unchanged
Ruthless for years, as if I had a job as blind hangman
Finish it, send them to the angels
Maybe the Prince of Darkness
Not professional, I am too dogged (Biatch!)
As if I was only the king of this kind of music (Never!)
I am this kind of music!

[Hook]
Welcome to the real world
Where you gasp on the stage
Where it becomes obvious that your whole life is a lie
Where your soldiers don’t protect and shepherd you
It’s different now, what you were able to is not enough here
I rip you out of the (Blue pill. Red pill.) matrix
I throw you into the (Blue pill. Red pill.) real world
I rip you out of the (Blue pill. Red pill.) matrix
I throw you into the (Blue pill. Red pill.) real world

[Verse 2]
I rip you out of the skin you live in – Neo
Hover in the air like dust before it settles
The world underlies the law of duality
Man, woman, black, white, big, small, hot, cold
Conclusion: When I am right, they are what?
Wrong! Right! Your comment – keep it in your throat
You want my knowledge? Check the information content in the salt
When I’m sweating, your reaching out with your arms like Dhalsim
And want a piece, they call me spoilsport
Like a fire-breather at pillow fights
Motherfucker, don’t act wild and brave
Idiot, you’re nuts
Because of the botched haptic of your spouse – Look, clown
Your time is up – smoke and mirrors – never rap again
Everybody’s blood is up, when you appear, like the Mackeeper
Beg me for a feature, amateur?
You cross the line in that moment, like an immigrant
I must warn you, idiot – that shenanigans-stupor-flow
On a track with me – your career ends with solemn vigils
Unusual: Suddenly, spitters shiver with fear
Do it like Uli Hoeneß: Feed those fuckers with sausage
And the best part ist: they entitle their mothers as “whores”
And suddenly, they are on tour as brothers? That’s absurd
Men in Black – memories gone – change the course
Not straight, your life turns the corner
Attack at any cost – wave, more tasteless than cucumbers
No growth – those rappers stagnate and take roots
I’m fresh, like after the birth
Biting me lacks every sense
My words are carcinogenic like shrimps
Remember: I’m not only the king of this kind of music
(What else?) I am this kind of music

[Hook]
Welcome to the real world
Where you gasp on the stage
Where it becomes obvious that your whole life is a lie
Where your soldiers don’t protect and shepherd you
It’s different now, what you were able to is not enough here
I rip you out of the (Blue pill. Red pill.) matrix
I throw you into the (Blue pill. Red pill.) real world
I rip you out of the (Blue pill. Red pill.) matrix
I throw you into the (Blue pill. Red pill.) real world
I rip you out of the

Farid Bang – Keine Träne (English Translation) Lyrics

[Hook]
It feels that I can’t wait to let it play, to let it play
What makes you think that I can let it wait, can let it wait
It makes me get in trouble, but I just can’t let it go
I’m living through the struggles, but my heart can’t let this go
I can’t let it go, can‘t let it go, can’t let it go
I can’t let it go, can’t let it go, can’t let it go

[Verse 1]
Actually, I never wanted to let you go again
But I have to let myself go, fuck this C-Class
I regret it, girl, no, I wasn’t faithful
Just come back and I promise you a new life
I’m sorry, I wasn’t honest all the time
And tha you saw stars when I was beating you
It was your first time; I hope you don’t regret it
It makes me sick when I think of your new boyfriend fucking you
I won’t shed any tears; after all, this life is hard sometimes
Because the sun never came out again after the rain fell
You should know, that you weren’t just any girl
And even if people don’t see it in me, I miss you now
And everything that still binds us together, this piece of paper
And what’s wrong with you? You used to be crazy about me
I’m holding the gun to my head, but I’m not pulling the trigger
Because I’m too afraid of God

[Hook]
It feels that I can’t wait to let it play, to let it play
What makes you think that I can let it wait, can let it wait
It makes me get in trouble, but I just can’t let it go
I’m living through the struggles, but my heart can’t let this go
I can’t let it go, can‘t let it go, can’t let it go
I can’t let it go, can’t let it go, can’t let it go

[Verse 2]
I get aggressive, who do you think you are, whore
Now come back to me, you bitch; you’ve fucked my heart over
And now that I’m done for? Did you achieve your goal?
Do you feel better, because I sit here and despair?
Because I can’t sleep anymore, and can’t eat anymore
Can’t love anymore and I can’t forget
Shut your mouth, ‘cause you’re like all the others
If you had loved me, you wouldn’t already have another
I’m under your spell, I want out of here
Because love is a castle without an exit
And if I kill you, I’ll be surrounded by bars
But if I don’t, you’ll fuck my life over
I miss you baby, come back here to me
And this anger is real, I’m crazy about you
No matter what happens today, the gun’s at my forehead
I’ll pull the trigger ‘cause I’ve fallen in love with the devil

[Hook]
It feels that I can’t wait to let it play, to let it play
What makes you think that I can let it wait, can let it wait
It makes me get in trouble, but I just can’t let it go
I’m living through the struggles, but my heart can’t let this go
I can’t let it go, can‘t let it go, can’t let it go
I can’t let it go, can’t let it go, can’t let it go

Shy Glizzy – Fan Club Lyrics

[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
Young man pull your pants
Sorry I can’t help it get your bands up
I can’t understand why they want me in handcuffs
I’m the man everybody put your hands up
Fan club, fan club
Shawty say she wanna join my fan club
Fan club, fan club
Real niggas signin’ up for my fan club

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Glizzy glizzy back out just got jammed up
Boy my trap house look like Sams Club
Glizzy gang the mob, yeah my whole fam good
Boy You better not let them take your man hood
Niggas hit my spot they thought that was their spot
They did not get no racks I’m smarter than that
Money on my head you need to give it back
I got faith in Allah I don’t piggy back
We shoot first ain’t no hittin’ back
Blaw blaw blaw ain’t no hittin’ back
If you a real fan get a glizzy tat
I got fans thats gon come where ever glizzy at

[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
Young man pull your pants
Sorry I can’t help it get your bands up
I can’t understand why they want me in handcuffs
I’m the man everybody put your hands up
Fan club, fan club
Shawty say she wanna join my fan club
Fan club, fan club
Real niggas signin’ up for my fan club

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
First off, Uzi Gang over everything
Let that gun go when I was 17
That bitch had lil pole on her at like 17
Uzi tats all on my hoes, they lookin’ up to me
All of these hoes I feel Like I’m John Massey
Drivin’ that shit on my D she dancin’
Ain’t suckin’ dick then that bitch gettin’ canceled
I start gettin’ money now they think I’m handsome
Pour up and pour up that lean in the fanta
Might skrt in the Rari, might pull up in Phantom
My diamonds be dancin’, pull up to a mansion
I line up with bitches and they don’t be running
Diamonds in the grill got a nigga grinnin’
Members days I ain’t even have a penny
Colder than the winter, hotter than the summer
Skrtin’ in a Hummer, skrtin’ in a Hummer
Feel like birdman number one stunna
10 chains, 10 rings, small change in my pocket that be like 10 bands
Whats the pants, lil nigga Balmain

[Hook: Shy Glizzy]
Young man pull your pants
Sorry I can’t help it get your bands up
I can’t understand why they want me in handcuffs
I’m the man everybody put your hands up
Fan club, fan club
Shawty say she wanna join my fan club
Fan club, fan club
Real niggas signin’ up for my fan club

CHRIS BROWN – Yellow Tape lyrics

Chris Brown:
What you say? Wait a minute
Dont compare me to them other niggas
Devil hater, Smith & Wesson
I’m about to go to war, gon’ pleasure bitches
Where the real friends at when you really need ’em
When I was locked up in the county I ain’t even see ’em
I got my own lane, lonely
What happen to the bitches in the party
A 100 bottles that was every week-end
Bitches by to view my crib, I don’t call to see em
At the 3am you know we getting freaky
Hella one night stands, we just catching feelings

Too all the fake lovin
Fake hollywood, fake passion
Fake gang bang, when they climb on the pole and shit
Fake titties and cocaine and all this pussy
I be cryin’

Too up in it, need to bring a bottle
And if it’s my time to go I’m takin’ everybody
Don’t care my nigga we shootin’ anybody
And if it ain’t your girl nigga don’t worry about it
I hear em talking down on me, down on me
But where they at when I ain’t got a 100 rounds on me
I think I had enough to hear about ’em niggas
You know your killers they feel my niggas
So what you tryna tryna do, tryna tryna do
Dancing around the issue
Bitch you know you’re running out of moves
I keep it real my nigga
This Richard mille hella clear cost a mil my nigga
Yeah, give a fuck about how you feel my nigga
Back the mic got the [?] we can feel like thriller
Passive aggressive bitches always acting all timid
But hope you make no money, but I rather help you spend it

Had a meeting with the devil last week
Couldn’t believe what he said to me
To take this contract, signature please
You can have it all, but you know your soul is the key
Bella, bella yeah you know we come in threes
Bet I never did this, I’m the only one who sees
I’ve got the fire blazing’, burning all the weed
I think the hell ain’t hotter than this fucking Hennessy

2 feet off the ground, oh oh, like
Why am I living ill ?
Up and down, up and down
I think I might drown on my tear, I cry
Just molly and soda
Too many tears, I’m thinking about ending here
Wanna prepare brought your roulette with the pistol

Bang, Bang, Bang
Hear the siren say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo
Get behind the yellow tape
Bang, Bang, Bang
Hear the siren say
Wahyo, wahyo, wahyo
Get behind the yellow tape
Bang, Bang, Bang
Hear the siren say
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot
Get behind the yellow tape
Don’t shoot, don’t shoot, don’t shoot
Get behind the yellow tape

Wonder if god got a sense of humour
I hope you know, he can see all the shit you doin’
My mama said no matter how old he still listen to me
Taking temptation with fornication
You know I love the pussy
Mister assume theres no connection, it was all assumptions
She just wanna fuck
Whatever happened to us love making
You don’t wanna be in the club

Boosie Badazz – No Loyalty Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Boosie]
When you ain’t loyal it come back to haunt you for real
Wish you was loyal now
Turn me up, turn me up
Wish you was loyal now

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Your girls, they told you, do you
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Now you wish you was loyal
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you weren’t loyal to me
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now
Your friends, they told you do you
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Now you wish you was loyal
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you weren’t loyal to me
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
From the jump you was fucked up
From the jump you was fucked up, I was blind though
Man I never should of loved her
Man I never should of trust her, she was fine though
I’m gonna let ’em know it’s certain shit
Treat a nigga like a real nigga, treat his side ho
I had lil dough, he had big dough
Big dough’ll make an unloyal bitch though
Bitch had me hypnotized cause she fucked up
Bitch always gotta go, what the fuck for?
Always with her friends but they freaky
Sneaking and you’re geeking with your cheating ass
Year passed and you called, I ain’t home
Sitting on that check and you sitting broke at home
Head hurting cause your bill due on your phone
While I’m sitting on mils and I’m sitting on the throne

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Your girls, they told you, do you
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Now you wish you was loyal
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you weren’t loyal to me
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now
Your friends, they told you do you
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Now you wish you was loyal
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you weren’t loyal to me
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Thought you were running but you ain’t stand out till the end
Thought you would stay down but never down in the pen
This time you were broke, you couldn’t even afford a pen
I was down 15 months, that ain’t shit
I smoked 15 blunts, get lit
I fucked 15 hoes, get it in
Boosie Badazz, Rich Homie, we out of here again, again, again
Bitches ain’t shit, they ain’t loyal
They’ll fuck you and fuck your partner
Then they might act like they ain’t know about it
Try to play stupid
I’ll bust a nigga in the face like Cupid
I ain’t talking valentine nigga
Fuck the bitch, no valentine nigga
Swear to hell, Albert Einstein nigga
21 primetime nigga, baby don’t lie to me

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Your girls, they told you, do you
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Now you wish you was loyal
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you weren’t loyal to me
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now
Your friends, they told you do you
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Now you wish you was loyal
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you weren’t loyal to me
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now

[Verse 3: Lil Boosie]
Remember (?) in the park (?) mama
Getting fixed food by your mama
Now your mama looking at the BET awards
Like “that supposed to be my son in law”
Look like karma coming back to get you
Heard you got a nigga and he hit you
Heard you got a nigga and he broke though
And you ain’t got no job, you a broke ho
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
I ain’t know, back then I ain’t know though
I must have been tripping off the dodo
I thought we was Dorothy and Todo
Looking through the flicks and I ran ‘cross a photo
Me in my Levi’s you in the Polo
Back then you ain’t think it’d end up like this, huh?
Me in the G5, you on the bus though
She got the running out of lies like Johnny Test
Always got to leave when it’s time to stay
Shit ain’t the same when it’s time to leave
Even turn her nose up when I try to play
Back then I was lost tryna find a way
Hitting up a line tryna find my pay
When I need a ride or die she would ride away
Girl you know what I’m tryna say

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Your girls, they told you, do you
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Now you wish you was loyal
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you weren’t loyal to me
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now
Your friends, they told you do you
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
Now you wish you was loyal
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you weren’t loyal to me
Girl you weren’t loyal to me
No, you wish you was loyal now

[Outro]
Now, now, too late now
Now, now, you wish you was loyal now
Now, now, too late now
Now, now, you wish you was loyal now

Famous Dex – Drip From My Walk (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Famous Dex]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everybody keep asking me how I get the drip. How I get drip this? How I get drippy that? How I get drip that? How I be fly this? How I be fucking bitches that? They say how I got all the drip? But look

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
My baby she come from up north
My money, it come from the vault
I’m smoking on dope like Young Dolph
We touch the plug down for the cough
Im sippin’ on lean till I fall
My diamonds they shine, they Rick Ross
I hop in the foreign, get lost
(Oh Man Goddamn)
2 bitches they calling me drippy
I fuck them and then we get drippy
My 30, it shoot, Scottie Pippen
Im sippin’ on lean till I’m sleepy
I pop me 2 pills I get geeky
I got a lil bitch her name Kiki
I think that lil bitch Puerto Rican
She chill at my crib for the weekend
3 grams in my Wood like a boss
My diamonds they shine with a floss
My foreign it float like a ghost
I hop in that bitch and get lost
My money is starting to get tall
I walk in the mall buy it all
My drippy it came in the sauce
I get the drip from my walk

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Run Ricky
Straight neck, I don’t do the hickeys
Nigga stupid if he try to stick me
Leave a pussy nigga drippy-drippy
Aw man, fuck it up
All my young niggas they run it up
Can’t leave the room till we add it up
Bag it up, I get that drip from my sister
I get that speed from the fisker
Old heads lookin’ at Boat like the sinister
Young niggas look at Lil Boat like the minister
Just made a 30 while fucking on Jennifer
Dex and Lil Boat, we go way back
Niggas where fools go A-Track
If I bring you a four I need eight back, drippy-drippy
Boat so young she had to hit up Ricky
Dripping sauce, feel it in your kidneys
Young nigga had a real epiphany
Before a nigga had a mili
And I ball like a player
Got a Benz in my lair
These niggas want me to flip flop
In her throat like a cough drop

[Hook: Famous Dex]
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
I get the drip from my walk
(Oh Man Goddamn)
A bad bitch, live up north
I’m smoking dope till I exhaust
Money coming from the vault
(Drippy, Drippy)
I get the drip from my walk

Lil Durk – Shooter2x Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
I’mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang!
We ain’t playin’ with this niggas man
Ay we different nigga
Boss shit!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Get the shots nigga, woah (21)
That stick gon’ sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor
SWAT team, Miles Burke, comin’ through the door (21)
Tommy gun woah
Trench coat woah
Lil’ bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrap the bowl (skrt)
Motorola beepin’ (21)
VVSs fleekin’ (fleek)
Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin’ (21)
I just pulled up on yo’ main bitch and you know she freaky (ya dig)
She know I ain’t no sleeper (I dig)
Time to call a uber (21)
Young Savage man I bought a draco for my shooter (21, 21)
MAC 11 smoke yo’ baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up)
Clip long like a ruler (straight up!)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Me I just came out of poverty
I just spend 50 on property
I’m from the streets to the gun violence
Glocks annihilate you probably
I pour up a four for my dead guys
My hood is more than a block to me
I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain’t no opps with me
Bitches want sex I want all mouth
We be them niggas they talkin’ ’bout
I’m saucin’ I’m walkin’, I’m Wayne now
Don’t treat I’m coolin’ with gang now
Overdose I’m like Wayne now
Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans
Now we spend 50 on chains now
And we put 50 on things now
Booty died from dialysis
Opp niggas was the happiest
The city know we be wacking shit
Real killa, ain’t know accident
Crackin’ calls with the MACs and shit
Got the pounds and I’m matchin’ shit
Guns and dope in the mattress shit
Fuck nigga with the actin’ shit
Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

Mavado – Goodbye To My Haters Lyrics

[Intro]
Kurt Riley
Gully
Mi cyan believe it…
Now mi know!
Mmhmm

[Chorus]
A nuff of dem waan you dead and gone
But everywhere you go, you hold your head and gone
You know me happy say, a me one born
So when dem see me pon the top, you know a me one gone

[Verse 1]
Goodbye to mi haters
Soon see unuh, mi friends
Mi a pray fi Jamaica
Mi soon see unuh again

It’s hard to be away from the land you love
Jamaica
Nuh matter wha’ inna the world, a Jamaica land we love

When mi just hold a fresh and mi feeling right
The dawgs check me with the cars and bikes
We turn it up ’til the broad daylight
Lets show some love, no more war and hype
Ladies come over, party all night
We pick the fruits, all fruits ripe
We a nuh some bwoy with some cartoon hype
We the girls dem like ’cause we style dem tight

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2]
But mi voice a the gift fi the price
Dem nuh waan see mi live, but mi nice
Dem a snake, dem a cheese fi the mice
That’s why dem waan mi demise

[Repeat Chorus: (2x)]

[Verse 3]
When you kill out the kids of the future
What you want the future to be?
Mama cry, “she don’t want no shooter”
Don’t send no shooter fi me
God know a nuh da life yah we choose
Youth a go a school and don’t have no shoes
Everyday a bere things pon the news
Why kill another man and you cyan see the youth?
It’s messed up….how we cyan see a better way
Mmm
Jah know..
So messed up…
Go tell my enemy’s, “mi nah fade away!”
Not a day
‘Cause wha’?

[Repeat Chorus: (2x)]

[Outro]
Me one…
Me alone…
Uhh
Me one…
Pray to Zion
Jah, receive me in thy home
Oh oh

A nuff of dem waan me dead and gone
Everywhere me go, me hold mi head and gone
Kurt Riley
Gully
Life
Kingston, Jamaica

Sylvan LaCue – Televised Lyrics

[Hook]
All for money, all for power, all for purpose
Find your hour whats the outcome of brother Malcom
I think I don’ lost mine
Lost my patience I can’t take it, why so fake
Watch Satan lead us night into tentation
Pray yourself to the most high
Do you want a revolution? Do you want a revolution?
Do you want a revolution? Do you wanna…

[Verse 1]
Wait to live your life, let me know
Ain’t no telling where your going
My uncle stayed to die back againt the ropes
My dady left the crib back in 94′
Momma pulled me to the side
Boy you know this hoe’s
Break the cicle baby let your wings grow
Don’t wanna end up 40 on the corner store
Lotto tickets, politicking selling dope
Wonder where we all are go…

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
And I wonder where black man lives in the world
Talking about comment I’m a comment disregarded through malice
Screaming silence for a seat upon the table overlooking over valence
Maybe I was thinking black guy mans and pearls
Back to the originated kings queens generated
Commet middle ring well demonstraded, penetraded never be disintegrated
Broght us to a man where freedom would ring
Maybe on the other side, all I ear is bullets singing lollyby
This is for my niggas who won’t come alive
Sick of all my mommas crys
Promises of morning never would bring
The hollow mean no .48
Just find me in a kingdom full of love
Separated from the ignorant of us
Tell me who are we to trust
When there’s goverment oficials oversing our demise
Triger happy police give a fuck if we oblige
I don’t own a number tell how many died
Over miscomunication of a color, I’m alive
Scared of walking alone and see a diamond sticker
With a stick yelling nigga I’m a fucker run and catch a homicide
Systematic being proven other side of genocide
Murder, murder, murder, how do we survive

[Hook]

You will not be able to stay at home brother
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose your cellphone
Scared you skip out for beer during comercials
Because the revolution won’t be televised

The revolution won’t be televised (x8)

[Outro]
So tell me why they hate my skin momma
They wanna kill and still be in momma
You need change fuck a friend momma
I just don’t know where to begin momma
Or maybe I do and I’m still on my own
Ways of my destruction, lately I battle in a corruption
I like my yach with 21 savage and pockets of cabage know
And eruption some pussy in peace of mind can rewind my to assumptions
Shit, I ain’t here to talk about Trump
Redundacy cumbers me, rather humbling
Ask to those who wear Rihanna Future
Hope this manice of music provide some confort for youtha
Used behond what was given
I’m a black man in a white world
Whitelashed to be bitted back
Then is Jim Crow when the hype swirls
But the call might come along on my way home
But I’m scared straight, shit switch in a hearthbeat
How much will it cost me to be civilized when I’m criminalized
Ironic when it’s minimal times
Racism individualized
Luminize in this critical times

Because the revolution won’t be televised