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Superbee – 1994 Lyrics

날 축복하셨나봐
그래서 훈기도 기뻐
재능을 가졌잖아
Yeah, 내 rap이 거품이면
어찌 여기까지 올라왔으며
How can i met your OG’s
Tiger J, Yoon-Mirae
그리고 Dok2
내 친구들은 멋있게 보여줘
Show me
Yeh, Hip-Hop이
나를 행복하게 해줬으니
나도 Hip-Hop을 더 사랑해야지
Yeh, 박재범같은
뭐든 잘하는 뮤지션
되고싶어 나도 헬스해야지
1994, when i was born
Supreme이 탄생했지
옷얘기는 아니야 또
중학교를 다녔던 때
Rhyme을 알았고
이제 내 flow는 최고라 말해
U gotta know
U gotta know
Boy u gotta know
And if you don’t know
Then now u know
You gotta know
U gotta know 하라주쿠, 시부야 bape store
눈 돌아가 몇백 안무서워
RAP으로 번 종이를 날려 blow up
아마도 얘들 눈에
난 부자 중국 보이로 보여
대한민국 여권을 꺼내 내밀구
국민카드를 꺼내 이거 완전 +82
근데 이 ball은
여행가방이 못 담어
점원한테 말해
Camo ape baggage도
1994, when i was born
Supreme이 탄생했지
옷얘기는 아니야 또
중학교를 다녔던 때
Rhyme을 알았고
이제 내 flow는 최고라 말해
U gotta know
U gotta know
Boy u gotta know
And if you don’t know
Then now u know
You gotta know
U gotta know
You gotta know
Y’all better know
꼭 알아둬, 외워둬
이 몸이 얄미워 봬여도
23에 얻은 내 skrrr gear나
또 한강에 집이
로또는 또 아니거든 yeh
학교 다닐때 담임샘부터
꽤 많은 놈들 여자애들 까지 rap
한다고 말하면 yo! 음악은 배고프고
추우니까라네
걔네는 이제 봤어
내가 누군지 다
오늘은 어디 동창회든
명문대를 나왔든
아빠가 부자던
소고기를 사줍니다
출근 안해도 되지
그냥 컴퓨터 키고
Play a beat 하고 며칠 놀아
그럼 또 앨범이 나와
Oh lord! oh lord! 정도의 이해도였고, 성공은 못해
왜? 또는 췤! Hangul
Life is gHood
Then i keep it 1 hunda
+82, 서울의 boy wonder
#엄마손 #UFO #낙원상가
세가지 연결고리 나의 고리
유행에 민감했던 초등생
아이리버는 너무 많아
파란색 yepp mp3
512mb의 안에는
소리바다서 다운받은
Dt, double d, epik이
이어폰 꼽으면 monster
또 ring my bell이
평화의 날은 best my favorite
I wanna be a legend
Living legend
When i die legend
검색어 1위를 다 내줘
나 예전부터 이걸 찾기전 방에서
이걸 했다고 newbie homies
내가 니 다스베이더
또 bap이고 trap이고
둘다 같은 rap이면
둘다 잘하면 돼
Like me like i do, Hoo!

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Ten Typ Mes – Nieiskotne Lyrics

Nie wierzy
A może uwierzy
(nie, nie nie, nie wierzy! Ty siedź i pisz pochwalny list do Mensy! I nagle słyszę: “miau, miau, miau, miau”
Jakby ktoś miał tourette’a i czuję swąd
Swąd, swąd, swąd, swąd
Ta, to zrzucony kał w kuwetę
Mogę mieć złotą płytę, albo blaszaną zrodzić
Zawsze tak samo spojrzy, spojrzy: o chuj ci chodzi?! Ty milcz! Kto tu jest true kozakiem, a kto ofiarnym kozłem? I każdy musi pamiętać, że wymiatam
Nie wiadomo dokładnie w czym – japa! A może jednak, kurwa, uwierzy?)
[Refren: Ten Typ Mes & Iza Lach]
I wtedy spogląda na mnie kot
Kot
Co było tak istotne już jest not
It’s not
[Zwrotka 2: Ten Typ Mes]
Albo przeciwnie – to nie ludzie nami
Manipulują dziwnie, a ja obwieszam ludzi psami
Do domu wracam (siema!) i chętnie
Oznaczam się na zdjęciu świata pępkiem
To ja, to mi, to mnie należny jest każdy błysk atencji
Ty sza! Koty ziewały nawet jak spadało UFO w Roswell
[Zwrotka 3: Iza Lach]
Zanim dopadnie złość
Uciekam w kąt, dziwi się mąż
Wszystko cofa się jak
Wtedy gdy męczy go kłak
Nigdy nie krzyczę dość
Uciekam w kąt, dziwi się mąż
Wszystko cofa się jak
Wtedy gdy męczy go kłak
[Refren: Ten Typ Mes & Iza Lach]
I wtedy spogląda na mnie kot
Kot
Co było tak istotne już nie jest, not
It’s not! [Zwrotka 1: Ten Typ Mes]
Słu_chy
Dosz_ły
Mnie
Że
Ktoś
Lży
Nas i farmazon szerzy się (się szerzy)
Plot_ka
Posz_ła w ruch
I
Bo_li
Mnie brzuch
Gdy
Myślę, że ktoś wierzy jej
Jej wierzy..

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Shaka Loveless – Dans Din Idiot Lyrics (feat. UFO)

[Intro: Shaka Loveless]
La, la, la, la-la ,la-la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
[Vers 1: Shaka Loveless]
Så lad mig se dig springe, springe når han gør de ting
For vi lever i en verden der er styret af peng’
Og det så sandt som Gud at du er dømt ud
Hvis du ik’ har nogle para har du ondt i hovedet
[Bro: Shaka Loveless]
For der så meget usundt der gør ondt indeni
Og når du helt alene er det svært at sig’
Du har brug for noget som ingen mand ka’ gi’
Det kræver selvrespekt før man kan føle sig fri
[Omkvæd: Shaka Loveless & UFO]
Dans din idiot
For natten den må dø
Og ingenting kan redde den derfor tag den og løb
Din idiot
For natten skal dø
En kugle, et skud, et sidste forsøg
[Mellemstykke: Shaka Loveless]
La, la, la, la-la ,la-la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
[Vers 2: UFO]
Sort nat et lys på et hav af sølv
Spring nu i, kom nu med mig
Du stranded’ på et rev skyllet op af din skyld
Slip dig fri begynd at glæde dig
[Bro: UFO]
Bliv det de andre blir’
Sig det de andre sir’
La’ mig tage dig væk herfra
Ridder på din fantasi
Sveder ren energi
Kom, jeg har alting klar
[Omkvæd: Shaka Loveless & UFO]
Dans din idiot
For natten den må dø
Og ingenting kan redde den derfor tag den og løb
Din idiot
For natten skal dø
En kugle, et skud, et sidste forsøg
[Mellemstykke: Shaka Loveless]
La, la, la, la-la ,la-la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
[Kontrastykke: Shaka Loveless]
Så smid den væk
Den vægt den end har
Når musikken den spiller og folkene klapper
Det’ en UFO ting med Fresh-I og Pharfar
Genoplad, stop hadet, når vi pusher de knapper
[Bro: UFO]
Bliv det de andre bli’r
Sig det de andre sir’
Lad mig tage dig væk herfra
Ridder på din fantasi
Sveder ren energi
Kom, jeg har alting klar
[Mellemstykke: Shaka Loveless]
La, la, la, la-la ,la-la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la
La, la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
[Omkvæd: Shaka Loveless & UFO]
Dans din idiot
For natten den må dø
Og ingenting kan redde den derfor tag den og løb
Din idiot
For natten skal dø
En kugle, et skud, et sidste forsøg

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Cavetown – Self Control Lyrics

I’ll be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight
Noses on a rare, little virgin wears the white
You cut your hair but you used to live a blinded life
Wish I was there, wish we’d grown up on the same advice
And our time was right
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me, for me
Now and then you miss it, sounds make you cry
Some nights you dance with tears in your eyes
I came to visit cause you see me like a UFO
That’s like never cause I made you use your self control
And you made me lose my self control, my self control
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
(Nobody else, nobody else)
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it

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Billie Eilish – you don’t get me high anymore Lyrics

[Verse 1: Billie Eilish, Billie Eilish & FINNEAS]
I don’t like stayin’ at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

[Pre-Chorus: Billie Eilish & FINNEAS]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus: Billie Eilish, Billie Eilish & FINNEAS]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Verse 2, Billie Eilish, Billie Eilish & FINNEAS]]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can
Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO obliterate the way I feel

[Pre-Chorus: Billie Eilish & FINNEAS]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus: Billie Eilish & FINNEAS, Billie Eilish]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

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Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I. Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me?
I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

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Coldplay – A L I E N S lyrics

[Verse 1]
We were just about to lose our home
Diamonds ate the radio
Moving in the dead of night
We took photographs just some just so
History has some to know
We were moving at the speed of flight

[Pre-Chorus]
Kids cry
If you want to
That’s alright
If you want to
Hold me
Hold me tight

[Chorus]
Just an alien

[Verse 2]
We were hovering without a home
Millions are UFO
Hovering in hope some scope tonight
Sees the light and says

[Pre-Chorus]
Fly if you want to
That’s alright
But if you want to
Call me
Call this line

[Chorus]
Just an alien
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

[Bridge]
Tell your leader
Sir or ma’am
We come in peace
We mean no harm
Somewhere out there
In the unknown
All the E.T.’s are phoning home
Watching my life
On the skyline
Crossing your eyes
For a lifetime

[Chorus]
Just an alien
Moving target
Target movement
A patch, a corner
Of the spacetime
Just an alien
Turning toward it
Turning pages
Over Asia
Crossing ages
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

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Jaden Smith – Fallen lyrics

[Hook]
Yeah
Take me to the truth
Take me home with you
Change my taste in music (I’m fallen)
Make me rise with you (She likes you)
I’m surprised you do

[Verse 1]
Look, your love’s like a river, bae, I’ve seen better days, yeah
In my soul, you penetrate, I need your energy
Your vibrations make me levitate, sipping Hennessy
Reading bell hooks, she just sayin’

[Hook]
I’m surprised you do (baby)
I won’t lie to you (I love you)
I’m your guy who’s new
Hide me from the blue
I’m dying on the moon, and I just needed you

[Verse 2]
Baby, you are so unusual like cutting cuticles
But that is just what makes you beautiful like watching tulips grow
When you walk, it’s just slow motion baby, why you moving slow?
And when you talk, I got my lasers on you like a UFO
Girl your eyes are like the open sea, the simple poetry
This whole generation, O.M.G, I see your soul, it’s older
We should build a city overseas, this country kinda cold
I mean they feed the children dopamine
And leave them on the sofa
I mean, ah, I need someone to renounce with, whoa
Ice bucket challenge in the fountain, whoa
Chance of finding you, one in a hundred thousand, whoa
I just wanna kiss you on the mountain, whoa

[Hook]
Spend some time with you
I might bend the rules
Cause I’m in love with you
You can’t see the truth
I will show you soon
Just meet me on the moon

[Verse 3]
She said, “Love is a strong word”, said love is a strong word?
Well I’mma sing it for you baby, I’ll be your song bird
If we don’t have no loving, how we supposed to move onward?
Heard a brother just got shot because he stopped on the wrong curb
If love is a strong word, then love is a strong word
Then we’ll need lots of loving if we wanna move onward
And I’ma sing it to you, baby, I’ll be your song bird
But I’ma keep it honest with you

[Hook]
I won’t lie to you
My pride dies with you
Girl, I love you too
I will see you soon
Your homework is due

[Outro]
Syre, do you remember?
What’s the difference from the future and the past?
Just seen Batman, Lex Luther
Drag racing in the Jag-uar
Started floating through the valley
Of the city of the angel scraping cash
Now I’m bleeding on the people
I forget that I still got an open gash
I’m the realest kid you never had, baby
I won’t lie to you
My pride dies with you

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BROCKHAMPTON – SWEET lyrics

[Video Intro: Henock Sileshi, Kevin Abstract & Robert Ontenient]
F***, s***! (*laughter*)
F***! (*coughing*)
Ah-ha-ha, I didn’t—ha-ha-ha, ah! F***!
I didn’t know it was gonna—hehe
I didn’t know it was gonna hit your dick
Ah, damn that shit {bleep}
Me llamo Roberto
Wait, what? That’s a “Roberto”?

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
Stripped down to my skin and my bones
I love huskies but I feel like a wolf (howw!)
In a pack but I feel all alone
I’m scatterbrained man, better offer the clone
In Tejas apartments with racists doin’ weird shit
Like, this’ll make the biopic (haha)
Rile ’em up, hit Zaxby’s, get the wing and tings (yum)
Real quick bills still stacking to the ceiling (uh-oh)
Whatchu mean, it ain’t working? (what?)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t finding yourself? (oh, I am, I’m trying)
Whatchu mean, you ain’t got no cash? (I got a little bit)
Whatchu mean? Whatchu mean?
Shouldn’t your pockets be big just like a fat chick? (uh-huh)
Shouldn’t your mama be done paying the house off? (I guess)
Shouldn’t you have a real big-ass ego? (no)
Shouldn’t these girls be flockin’ just like seagulls? (eh)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]
The original lick-splickety, higher than Yosemite
Breaking the mold mentally, master with no limiting
Making ’em say “ugh!”, they worshipping our force viciously
Watching the floor tip in your temple of authenticity
Often they say I’m off it, I offer my crossed empathy
They forgot what we on, I’ll remind ’em with hostility
Hot-diggity damn, everyone running scams
Gotta cover your clams and take another glance
Running a clinic, no scans, ain’t no one claimin’ yo mans
It’s all pertaining to plan, call me the architect
Lap you in a UFO, I haven’t started yet
Still gotta figure out exactly where to park it at
Moses with the pen, each line an ocean I can part it at
But that’s too deep

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Don’t call me stupid, that ain’t the way my name pronounced
Don’t call me Cupid, I got too many hoes right now
Poolside in Houston, tryna see if Beyoncé’ll take me for adoption
Broke-ass rich suburbs, a civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man, everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a honeybutter, vodka in a Sprite can
When I’m in the Whataburger, all the kids know who I am
I need a honeybutter, puttin’ lean in my Sprite can

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

[Verse 4: Ameer Vann]
I got a record but I’m clean as they come
I’m Godzilla, when they see me they run
On 37th, used to run from the bloods
The undercovers gotta duck when they come
I moved out and in a couple of months
I’ma be a pop star, they call me a thug
I used to write raps on the back of the bus
Now I’m in the front seat shifting the gears

[Verse 5: Joba]
It’s funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, left to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these dinners, never have to pay
Growing up my teachers told me
“You better get them grades up if you wanna finish high school
And after high school, you better get a degree
‘Cause it’s a dog-eat-dog world, you could live in the street”
Flashback, I had my Walkman in the minivan
Listening to NSYNC, saw my name on the CD
Bleach blond tips, wanted to be JT
Wanted to do big things, had to fulfill a dream
One might say I was doomed from the get-go
But those same people assume, ’cause they’ll never know
What it’s like to be called to what’s not set in stone
I am one with the ebb and flow, that’s all I know

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me up like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit
Twistin’ me out like licorice
Think I need someone who can handle it
Ice on my boys and my wrist is fixed
I don’t need nobody tryna give me shit

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BlocBoy JB – Nun Of Dat Lyrics

[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Ha, word
SIMI, load that fuckin’ SIMI
Hey (ha), hey, yeah

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more (what)
Bitch, get me some Glock from the store (go)
You did the set, cool, say no more (no)
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho (word)
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho (ho)
In the air, like a UFO (in the air)
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control (word)
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control (poop control)
Hundred drum up his nose (nose), keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout (word)
I’ma pull up in some drive out (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
It’s a race (ayy, it’s a race)
I can’t hit your blunt ’cause it might just be laced (might be laced)
And I can’t fuck your bitch unless I get some face (I get some face, uh)
I had a worst and mad ho askin’ for favors
I be smokin’ on loud, just woke up the neighbors
I’m in your house like I do your cable
Snitched on your man, boy, you is a trader (word)
Stab a nigga like dominoes on a table
Sunday we pray for senile for saviour
DOA, that’s first degree, can’t save you
I’m totin’ shit like I’m Mater
2017, made the fader
Balling on niggas like Lakers
I call up [?] for a fade up
Chopper will spin you around
360, we getting these waves up
She didn’t want you, so you raped her
Call you a plate cause you ate her
Fuck a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up
She give me head ’til she get her lil’ grades up

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some Glocks from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
We been had your wife, man, we don’t want your bitch (ooh)
You sipping on karo, we sip actavis (chill)
Don’t need no lights for my bust down to hit (huh)
I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (god damn)
Kick a bitch out of my house (ooh)
Kick her ass house because she came with mid (chill)
Me and Bloc just gave your grandma a brick (huh)
Your bitch pussy dirty, it smelling like fish (ooh)
Ooh, we ain’t with none of that, ho (huh)
I don’t drink water, bitch, I only pour fours (yeah)
I be getting like a hundred bands for a show (ooh)
I just smashed eight hoes in a row (chyeah)
Auntie pregnant smoking on dope (damn)
And I got a bad bitch sniffing on coke (huh)
Could of bought a house but I went and bought a boat (boat)
I’m so rich but I still want more (more)
I was on house arrest popping on pills (pills)
Now Lil Pump worth like ten mil’ (yeah)
Got a lot of ice on my chains, it’s real (wow)
Sipping on wok with Dr. Phil (ooh)
Can’t buy a pint if the bitch ain’t sealed (nope)
Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills (yeah)
Try to come in my house, get your ass killed (killed)
I’m on molly, all my pints just spilled (ooh)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some [?] from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

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DJ ESCO – Light Show Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Tarantino with me
Lights!
YFBG, nigga
Every time we step out

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
My wrist mean, light show
I’m goin’ green, Geico
A murder scene, might go
Pretty thing, thot hoe
I got big rocks
I’m goin’ big clocks
I fucked up big top
She gave me big top
[?]
Taliban sold that rock
Gucci tag down to my sock
[?] J’s on top
Look like 10 big rocks
I might go fuck on my side hoe
Diamonds on my neck, that light show
Shinin’ in the dark, that night glow
[?]
Let her off the leash, she like to fight hoes
Ain’t no IDs at the night shows
[?]
Fuckin’ on the team with the [?]
[?], right toe
[?]
Real diamonds on me no light zone

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show

[Verse 2: Future]
Iced out lookin’ like a lamp, yeah
Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah
100 [?] on my neck
100 hitters in my clique
Young nigga pull up wit’ a stick
[?] camera roll, gotta [?]
Got a blizzard sittin’ on my wrist
I’m the wizard, everything lit
I wet the galaxy (yeah!)
That’s a fatality (yeah!)
Ice in my [drink?] (yeah!)
Boostin’ my stamina (yeah!)
Ice my ring (yeah!)
Ice my hoes (yeah!)
Wit’ kilos, (yeah!)
I wipe your nose (yeah!)
1000 karats (yeah!)
Had a bitch starin’ (yeah!)
I just be glarin’ (yeah!)
Are you comparin’? (yeah!)
Oh, this ain’t McLaren (yeah!)
My hoe and my [?] (yeah!)
I play wit’ them falcons (yeah!)
Like I play for the Falcons (yeah!)

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light show
Light show
Light show
Light show
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow

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Lil Skies – Creeping Lyrics

Ain’t no shame on you
Aye aye

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear thats the perfect sequence

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie shawty you know you impressed
See you fuckin’ with me now cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low collect these checks
She fuck with solid niggas
She don’t be fuckin’ with broke boys
I ran it up that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe
She don’t be fuckin’ with no toys
Watch my back niggas lurkin’
My girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect
Dip and dash when we swervin’
Oh me, Oh my
Put my hand on your thigh
If I come through tonight
I’ll make you touch the ski
Dont need to wink my eye
Know I’m not even playin’
You know just what I’m sayin’
Got you and all your cravings

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear that’s the perfect sequence

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe
Two bitches spread your roof
That pussy good I’m blamin’ you
You drippin’ shame on you
She got real water
Head real smarter
They into business from florida
Probably can afford her
Bentley truck might park the cop
I’m living comfortable
Talk money then I’m stuck with you
Now I’m in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO
No smoke talk im the CEO
My bitches is bad they do the most
She way too foreign straight off the boat
I put her on top she leaking
She leakin’
Touch you a freak on the weekend

Blame on me no shame on you
Girl you can’t hide the truth
I might get a rarri coupe
But just to flex on you

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COLDPLAY – ALIENS lyrics

We were just about to lose our home
Diamonds ate the radio
Moving in the dead of night
We took photographs just some just so
History has some to know
We were moving at the speed of flight

[Pre-Chorus]
Kids cry
If you want to
That’s alright
If you want to
Hold me
Hold me tight

[Chorus]
Just an alien

[Verse 2]
We were hovering without a home
Millions are UFO
Hovering in hope some scope tonight
Sees the light and says

[Pre-Chorus]
Fly if you want to
That’s alright
But if you want to
Call me
Call this line

[Chorus]
Just an alien
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

[Bridge]
Tell your leader
Sir or ma’am
We come in peace
We mean no harm
Somewhere out there
In the unknown
All the E.T.’s are phoning home
Watching my life
On the skyline
Crossing your eyes
For a lifetime

[Chorus]
Just an alien
Moving target
Target movement
A patch, a corner
Of the spacetime
Just an alien
Turning toward it
Turning pages
Over Asia
Crossing ages
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again

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Aliens – Coldplay lyrics

Lyrics Coldplay – Aliens

We were just about to lose our home
Diamonds ate the radio
Moving in the dead of night
We took photographs just some just so
History has some to know
We were moving at the speed of flight.(aliens)

Kids cry
If you want to
That’s alright
If you want to
Hold me
Hold me tight.

Just an alien.

We were hovering without a home
Millions are UFO
Hovering in hope some scope tonight
Sees the light and says.

Fly if you want to
That’s alright
Versuri-lyrics.info
But if you want to
Call me
Call this line.

Just an alien
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again.

Tell your leader
Sir or ma’am
We come in peace
We mean no harm
Somewhere out there
In the unknown
All the E.T.’s are phoning home
Watching my life
On the skyline
Crossing your eyes
For a lifetime.

Just an alien
Moving target
Target movement
A patch, a corner
Of the spacetime
Just an alien
Turning toward it
Turning pages
Over Asia
Crossing ages
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home againnn.
Coldplay lyrics
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Ghali – Ninna Nanna Lyrics

GHALI
Ninna Nanna Lyrics

Nuba nuba nuba vedo jnoun
È la mia bolla che diventa igloo
È un occhio nero che diventa blu

È il dito medio che rimane su…

Uooh-uooh-uooh, bella!
Sono uscito dalla melma
Da una stalla a una stella
Compro una villa alla mamma
E poi penserò all’Africa
Figlio di una bidella
Con papà in una cella
Non è per soldi, giuro, wallah

Io sono fuori: Brexit
Fluttuo come un backflip
Non sono un politico, io non cerco consensi
f**k ciò che pensi
Terzo occhio: Tensing
In giro come i gipsy
Turista in mezzo ai prezzi
Il fine giustifica i mezzi
C’ho stile anche sui mezzi
Ragazzi a pezzi, tutti a pezzi
Torniamo a casa in carro attrezzi

Il mio non è rap, è un raptus
A Milano mi senti dal bus
Sto sopra i tetti: 9attous
Vengo dal niente: cactus
Sto perdendo la rotta
E in più ho la bussola rotta
Ma grazie a Dio c’ho una casa
E un amico che mi ci porta

Non sai come ci rimango quando
Mi chiedi la foto e non saluti manco
Rambo, Django
Vedo diamanti in questo fango
Buona, sa di mango

Io volevo giocare a basket
Sto sbuffando Casper
Spero non passino i Ghostbuster
Quanto mi manca il Blockbuster

Ninna nanna, ninna ninna oh
Uoooh-oh-oh
Questo flow a chi lo do?
Uoooh-oh-oh
Con i sogni dentro al biberon, yeah
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, Rolling STO

Ninna nanna, ninna ninna oh
Uoooh-oh-oh
Questo flow a chi lo do?
Uoooh-oh-oh
Con i sogni dentro al biberon, yeah
Rolling, rolling, rolling, Rolling STO
Uoooooh-oooh

Nemico pubblico: Jacques Mesrine
Non ascolto il tuo disco, tu blateri
Sotto il tavolo, in privè c’ho i capperi
Fumo alberi, occhi japanese
Questo è il moon-walkin’ dei gamberi
Se non fanno felicità dammeli
Anche gli UFO fra’ cercano il grano
Coi cerchi nel grano: spaventapasseri
Mi fumo il tuo budget
Mi scopo ‘sta scena, diffondo ‘sta merda
Fra’ è un blitz nelle case
Milano Carthage
Mama ueldek rajel
Prendimi il cuore in bagher
Fanculo le armi, viva spade laser
Sul delta del Gange
Zombie ballan valzer

Zio, vogliono conoscerti se fai successo
Ma poi quando finisce, dimmi ch’è successo?
Io non lo so manco se volevo questo
Oh mio Dio Michael, sono troppo Jackson

Io volevo giocare a basket
Sto sbuffando Casper
Spero non passino i Ghostbuster
Quanto mi manca il Blockbuster

Ninna nanna, ninna ninna oh
Uoooh-oh-oh
Questo flow a chi lo do?
Uoooh-oh-oh
Con i sogni dentro al biberon, yeah
Rolling, rolling, rolling, Rolling STO

Ninna nanna, ninna ninna oh
Uoooh-oh-oh
Questo flow a chi lo do?
Uoooh-oh-oh
Con i sogni dentro al biberon, yeah
Rolling, rolling, rolling, Rolling STO
Uoooh-oh-oh

Ninna
Nanna
Ninna
Nanna
Ninna
Nanna
Ninna
Nanna

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Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

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Sammy Hagar – Not 4 Sale lyrics

All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Couldn’t buy my life
I sleep late
Black coffee, burnt toast, some tomato juice
Go online, check my email
A toothbrush and I’m all brand new
Then my guitar starts lookin’ at me
I start hummin’ this old melody
It sounds familiar, but that’s alright
It gets me by, it keeps me high
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Couldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
Yeah, I like drivin
Stay up late just lookin at the starts
Believe in God, believe in aliens
UFO’s in my backyard
And then the words come flyin out of me
I lay em down to a sweet melody
It sounds familiar but that’s alright
It gets me by, it keeps me high
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
All the money in the world
Yeah, it’s not perfect but it’s really, really fine
You come on, get some but ya stand in line
It’s all I got but I call it mine
Well, my friend’s worth a couple million
And he’s miserable as any man can be
He no fun, no sense of humor
That ain’t the way it’s supposed to be
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life or change my life, no
All the money in the world
Ain’t gonna buy my life cause
My life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
No, my life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
Can’t buy my life, my life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
All the money in the world
All the money in the world
Won’t make my life, change my life, buy my life cause
My life’s not 4 sale

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Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle) (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

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Lupe Fiasco & Gizzle – Jump (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

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LUPE FIASCO – Jump lyrics

Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

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Lupe Fiasco – Jump lyrics

Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!

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Lupe Fiasco feat. Gizzle – Jump Lyrics

(Verse 1 – Lupe Fiasco)
Gold medals, them my role models
Rolling old models, lowered old schools
Flowing cold and going gold follows
Flower bearing, call it petals to the floor
Power sharing, call it devils to the door
Power, power, til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be dropping at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trapping with no ni**as
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, cracking off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, Now here’s my proposition
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit em
Then we take em to the radio, the DJ better spin em
Then we take em to the record store and sell a couple million

(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen

(Verse 2 – Lupe Fiasco)
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that Superstar s**t, she wanted something for the streets
Said it might take bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil more info on exactly what I write
Some details bout a female, bout your life and what you like
She said, My life is like a bi**h, and I’m just like my life
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them ni**as started bussing
Like that boycott was over and that….overcoming
She said, ni**a hit the gas, went from zero to a hunnid
Now we running from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hanging out the window with that thumper she was dumping
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cumming
We was swerving, jumped the curb
And di**hed the whip and started running
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathing hard
And she was sitting there smoking kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like What is this?
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, what the f**k?

(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen

(Verse 3 – Gizzle)
Well now this the s**t I’m talking bout, the s**t that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bi**h feel right at home
Now where the bi**hes?
Get them intergalactic asses to clapping
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trapping
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn getting a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standing there just looking, ni**a? Turn that s**t up
Hop in some of this alien pu**y, let me know how it work
I’m just saying, I’m gong be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, ni**a, nah ni**a
I ain’t in no rush

(Verse 4 – Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy f**k that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flying saucer pilot
But first thing’s gong be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, ni**a

(Chorus – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
Ni**a we’re going home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care no!

(Outro – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do
Like I ain’t bout to pass up on all this s**t, you see this?
Like we time jumping and s**t
You wanna go back and do what, just rap?
You can rap up here!
Yeah ni**a, just rap
No you can’t, ni**a, this is space
You can’t, f**k that, we going home
DROGAS!

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Frank Ocean – Self Control (Blonde Album)

[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Pool side convo about your summer last night, oh yeah
About your summer last night
Ain’t give you no play, mm
Could I make it shine last night?
Could I make it shine on it last night, last night?
Could we make it in? Do we have time?

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I’ll be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight
Noses on a rail, little virgin wears the white
You cut your hair but you used to live a blinded life
Wish I was there, wish we’d grown up on the same advice
And our time was right
[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me, for me

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Now and then you miss it, sounds make you cry
Some nights you dance with tears in your eyes
I came to visit cause you see me like a UFO
That’s like never, cause I made you use your self control
And you made me lose my self control, my self control

[Chorus: Yung Lean + Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
(Nobody else, nobody else)
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it

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Three Days Grace – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore

[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO obliterate the way that I feel

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Outro]
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore

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Three Days Grace – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home,
When the moon is bleeding red.
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head.
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah,
Everybody’s on something here.
My godsend chemical best friend,
Skeleton whispering in my ear.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms,
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans.
My handshake, cellophane, landscape,
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can.
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red,
No hands on the steering wheel.
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show,
UFO obliterate the way that I feel.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore,
You don’t get me high anymore,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Outro]
High anymore,
High anymore,
High anymore,
High anymore.

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Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can
Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO obliterate the way I feel

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Outro]
(High anymore)
(You don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore
(High anymore)
(You don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore

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Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics

I don’t like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head

Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My hand shake cellophane landscape
Mannequin (fakin’ it) the best I can.

It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho
Puppet show
UFO
Obliterate the way I feel

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

You don’t get me high anymore
(high anymore)
(you don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore

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Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore (Three Album) letras

I don’t like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My hand shake cellophane landscape
Mannequin (fakin’ it) the best I can.
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho
Puppet show
UFO
Obliterate the way I feel
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
(high anymore)
(you don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore