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B.o.B – Bad Computer Lyrics

I’ve traveled so far
Couldn’t tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I’ve lived
Many battles I’ve faught
I’ve faught, and lost

Mass shooter
Black rougers
What’s up to you half truthers

Das humor
I’m past the rumors
I’m past the human
The body is trash
A bad computer
A ghost, a ghost
With massive tumors
Can’t threaten a nigga like me
Well I’ll be glad to do it
Sprinkle my ashes on my mac computer
And rappin’ to it
While I blast Future
Say that’s the future
Thats the future

If you lookin for trouble
You ain’t gotta look far
Without the presence of dark

The year is 5625
Niggas is clappin
And stomping in church
Waiting for jesus to come back alive
Niggas is still conscious
Waiting for ET to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes
Mentally ill and out of their mind
Niggas is still waiting for flac
Waiting for supplies
Niggas is still like damn I was just talkin to so so
The other day, how did they die, why
Niggas is still conscious
Waiting for politicians to admit they lied

They send so many haters my way
I could start an agency
It’s all about branding, all about branding
It’s like a fraternity
They wanna brand me

Niggas want grammys
Niggas want families

I don’t want a damn thing

I’ve traveled so far
Couldn’t tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I’ve lived
Many battles I’ve faught
I’ve faught, and lost
If you lookin for trouble
You ain’t gotta look far

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XXXTENTACION – The Remedy For A Broken Heart (Why Am I So In Love) lyrics

[Refrain]
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why

[Verse]
Steady tryin’ to maintain
Same things that’ll blow a bitch mind frame
My brain can’t fathom what the hate say
He say, she say, how ’bout me say?
Get the Vis-a, headed to the islands A-S-A-P
What’s that on my shawty wrist? That’s a AP
I’m the type to save a bitch, C-A-P-E
Feelin’ like ET, flyin’ out of the Addy
Fuckin’ on shawty, she baddie, casual convo than at it
I mean I’m better than better, maybe I’m lyin’
I’m sadder than most of y’all with the money and the freedom, nigga
What is money really worth if it ain’t love?
I’ma find a perfect balance, it’s gon’ take time
I heard shawty still in love through the grapevine
Heard shawty still in love through the grapevine
Heard shawty in love through the grapevine

[Chorus]
Mix a little bit of weed with a little bit of cash
With a little bit of this, with a little bit of that
We gon’ be al-, we gon’ be al- (right)
We gon’ be al- (right) we gon’ be al-
Mix a little bit of weed with a little bit of cash
With a little bit of this, with a little bit of that
We gon’ be al-, we gon’ be alright
We gon’ be al- (right) we gon’ be al-
Mix a little bit of weed with a little bit of cash
With a little bit of this, with a little bit of that
We gon’ be al-, we gon’ be al (right)
We gon’ be alright, we gon’ be al-
Mix a little bit of weed with a little bit of cash
With a little bit of this, with a little bit of that
We gon’ be al- (right) we gon’ be al-
We gon’ be al- (right) we gon’ be al-

[Refrain]
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why

[Bridge]
She said I, oh, I, am fallin’ for you, fallin’ for you
I, oh, I, am fallin’ for you, fallin’ for you
I, oh, I, am fallin’ for you, fallin’ for you
I, oh, I, am fallin’ for you, fallin’ for you

[Refrain]
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
Why am I so in love?
I don’t know why

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Amine – Campfire (feat. Injury Reserve)

[Intro: Dolemite]
You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard motherfucker

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Campfire, I’m a hot motherfucker
Please, no pictures, I’m a tired motherfucker
Spidey senses tingle when it’s fake niggas
Dreads swinging like they did the Harlem shake, nigga, that’s true
West Coast ’til I d-i-e
If you want respect, look me in my e-y-e
I love my whips like a racist and travel lot of places
Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the police
Oprah for President, CLBN resident
Dis face when I’m disgraced, that’s the nigga in me
Might catch me at a Whole Foods
And if you see that red Mercedes, then you know who

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

[Verse 2: Ritchie with a T]
Yeah, yeah, campfire, I’m a scary lil nigga
There’s red in my blood like Drew Barrymore, nigga
And my fit on ET, yo shit on EBT
So when you try to flex, I’m like, "What’s yo credit score, nigga?"
Yeah, and that’s word to my granny
Since 14, knew the route like Randy
Everything dandy, gray sweats with the pennies
(Nausea, heartburn) Side effects may vary
Yeah, fuck these niggas, where the child lock?
So many hits, I could have my own NOW! comp
Pen a triple album full of all my children
No difference from Kidz Bop, book ’em in the Hilton

[Chorus: Aminé]
Got a bad lil mama, and she always with the shits
Put a hundred in my pocket, then a hundred on the rims
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
Put a red dress on her and some gas for the trip
Got a hundred in my pocket and a couple on the tint
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch
That’s my lil bitch, that’s, that’s my lil bitch

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Run The Jewels – Call Ticketron

[Intro: Ticketron]
Live, Li-li-li-li-
Live from the Garden

[Verse 1: El-P]
Run The Jewels live at the Garden
Lickin’ off shots and we aim for the darkness
Make it get hot for a target
Kids cook s’mores off the crotch of our targets
Kumbaya bitch
Buckle up lil’ trooper
You can’t get past me, I’m stuck in the future
The shit ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
The hover craft’s cool but the air’s so putrid

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood’s on the ground, opportunity is here
I’m lookin’ into space like, "Is anybody there?
And if aliens are here, please tell me how near
Do you come in peace or should everybody fear?
I’ll wait your reply with a blunt and a beer."
I be the high guy with the belly and the beard
Smoke signal ET, ATLiens here

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Verse 3: El-P]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it’s a bargain
Lick from her lips to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love’s why I’m livin’
I smoke farm to face by the field full, partner
Life’s a shitnado, the smoke my umbrella
The boy’s back turnin’ his slacks to all yella (Prick)
It’s a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure shit
Travel by backflip, eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin’
I put that on mom, she ain’t raise a Vic
Lil’ fucknuts, sit
I piss on your wit, dismiss your whole shit

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Live from the stage of the garden
We be the realest of the killers of the fuck shit squadron
Movin’ through the streets and we lootin,’ robbin’
Mobbin,’ marchin’, carrying a carbine
Hello everybody, this is now bank robbery
Jesse James gang, we’ll walk you through the process
You don’t wanna be a hero, do not let that thought process
We will put a bullet where your thoughts get processed
Get that fuck shit straight like a perm or a process
’cause for real the money money ain’t the mother fuckin’ object
We just like excitement, gun fights, indictments
High speed chase through Manhattan in the night winds
Ooh, its the thrill of the kill
Watching Kill Bill on a pill as I grip steerin’ wheel
Cops coulda’ had the boy jammed I fear
But like Eddie Kane I made it I’m here

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
I’m the sama lama doo ma lama danger dick’ll do your mama
Skeeter with the peeter, never eat her, tell her see ya later
Holla ’bout tomorrow, baby, I ain’t got to holler (Vroom, vroom)
My Impala pop a pussy, pop a collar
Pop a pill then chill, no Bill, no Cosby
Not a raper or a taker, bonafide heartbreaker
Hit her once, hit her twice, then tell her see ya later
Got head, watch Vice at her home in Decatur

[Verse 6: El-P]
Full clip, I’m a little bit sick, come equipped
Look at what I did for the grit, got it lit, what a cinch
Brought ’em just a little pinch of the truth, and they flip
Now they hanging from my shit, lil’ bit
It’s the Mensch, the myth
I do push-ups nude on the edge of cliffs
The jewels come quick, all gold and bricked
Click, click, boxer cutter spit
Brother, what a trip

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Outro: Ticketron]
Tickets are on sale now at the Garden box office
And all Ticketron locations, or charge by phone

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MoneyBagg Yo – Vent (Flex Freestyle) (Federal 3X Album)

[Intro]
Federal, Federal, Federal
Three times, ugh
Yeah, yeah
You already know when I get in that muh’ it’s over

[Verse]
Can I be real? Can I vent?
I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain’t built for this shit
I got different bitches texting my phone talkin’ ’bout time we ain’t spent
I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn’t pay the rent
If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I’ma get?
I’m on some Federal shit
I’m rollin’ the weed and poppin’ the beans so I’m on some medical shit
She playin’ with the pusssy, won’t give it to me
Say she on some celibate shit
The same ho fuckin’ the city
Man she on some playin’ innocent shit
Heard they gon’ take my chain, word of mouth
Since I got fame niggas feelin’ left out
You wanna try but you know what I’m ’bout
I’m with the gang, they gon’ air this bitch out, hey
You niggas can be sittin’ right in my face
And you still couldn’t see me
I drop a four and then pour me an eight
All you see is drank when I pee-pee
I’m rockin’ a quarter milly worth of jewelry
These diamonds they shinin’, they VV
I got your bitch in the bathroom
Open, we fuckin’ like Nico and Mimi
I went hard with it
Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV
Them hitters’ll shake your spot right now
If I point my finger like I’m ET
I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m addicted, I’m sprung
I put that Act in the Figi
I’m smokin’ anthrax, my swag to the max
I’m young and fly, no DC
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah
Bitches in they feelings ’cause I left ’em in the past, yeah
I’m draped in designer, one thing you can’t buy is swag, yeah
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah
My niggas like that crash money
Just secure that bag money
Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy
I wake up and blow a bag
Just spent two stacks on sneakers
Smoking loud on speakers
Countin’ money, yeah I’m ’bout the cheese, velveeta
She like Bagg you trifflin’
‘Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater
She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang
Put her in a half like the meter, hey
They say I got ghost writers
Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful
Hold up, you lookin’ at the superior
The chopper knock out his interior
I’m tryna get me some extras
I was fucked up, had the stretcher
I know these niggas ain’t straight at all
I just play chess, not checkers
Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow
Now I’m scratching like I got eczema
I was fucked down, had to get back
She fuck my nigga for some get back
Nigga textin’ where his bitch at
To my number, how he get that?
All the people didn’t wan’ fuck with me then
I made them regret that
Nike, I’m like where the check at?
Keep grindin’ nigga, bet that

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Run The Jewels – Call Ticketron (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Intro: Ticketron]
Live, Li-li-li-li-
Live from the Garden

[Verse 1: El-P]
Run the jewels live at the garden
Lickin’ off shots and we aim for the darkness
Make it get hot for a target
Kids cook s’mores off the crotch of our targets
Kumbaya bitch
Buckle up lil’ trooper
You can’t get past me, I’m stuck in the future
The shit ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
The hover craft’s cool but the air’s so putrid

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
You can tell by the stench to the air
Blood’s on the ground, opportunity is here
I’m lookin’ into space like, "Is anybody there?
And if aliens are here, please tell me how near
Do you come in peace or should everybody fear?
I’ll wait your reply with a blunt and a beer."
I be the high guy with the belly and the beard
Smoke signal ET, ATLiens here

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Verse 3: El-P]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Last two pirates alive are still yargin (yargin)
My girl got my heart, it’s a bargain
Lick from her lips to the crease in her garter
Her ass my religion, her love’s why I’m livin’
I smoke farm to face the field full, partner
Life’s a shitnado, the smoke my umbrella
The boy’s back turnin’ his slacks to all yella (Prick)
It’s a daily lick, I slit throats with a grin that reek of pure shit
Travel by backflip, eat from the river, the panther heart taught to talk by smart chicks
Sip pure venom and skipped away grinnin’
I put that on mom, she ain’t raise a Vic
Lil’ fucknuts, sit
I piss on your wit, dismiss your whole shit

[Verse 4: Killer Mike]
Live from the stage of the garden
We be the realest of the killers of the fuck shit squadron
Movin’ through the streets and we lootin,’ robbin’
Mobbin,’ marchin’, carrying our coffin
Hello everybody, this is now bank robbery
Jesse James gang, we’ll walk you through the process
You don’t wanna be a hero, do not let that thought process
We will put a bullet where your thoughts get processed
Get that fuck shit straight like a perm or a process
Cause for real the money money ain’t the mother fuckin’ object
We just like exitement, gun fights, indictments
High speed chase through Manhattan in the night winds
Ooh, its the thrill of the kill
Watching Kill Bill on a pill as I grip steerin’ wheel
Cops coulda had the boy jammed I feel
But like Eddie Kane I made it I’m here

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
I’m the shamalama doomalama danger dick’ll do your mama
Skeeter with the peter, never eat her, tell her see ya later
Holla ’bout tomorrow, baby, I ain’t got to holler (Vroom, vroom)
My Impala pop a pussy, pop a collar
Pop a pill then chill, no pill, no Cosby
Not a raper or a taker, bonafide heartbreaker
Hit her once, hit her twice, then tell her see ya later
Got head, watch Vice at her home in Decatur

[Verse 6: El-P]
Full clip, I’m a little bit sick, come equipped
Look at what I did for the grit, got it lit, what a cinch
Brought ’em just a little pinch of the truth, and they flip
Now they hanging from my shit, lil’ bit
It’s the Mensch, the myth
I do push-ups nude on the edge of cliffs
The jewels come quick, all gold and bricked
Click, click, boxer cutter spit
Brother, what a trip

[Hook: El-P and Ticketron]
Beggin’ your pardon, Run the Jewels live at the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the garden
Run the Jewels live at the garden
Run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Ru-ru-run the Jewels— Live from the garden
Li-li-li-li-li-live from the-

[Outro: Ticketron]
Tickets are on sale now at the Garden box office
And all Ticketron locations, or charge by phone