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twenty one pilots – Levitate Lyrics

[Chorus]
Oh, I know how to levitate up off my feet
And ever since the seventh grade I learned to fire-breathe
And though I feed on things that fell
You can learn to levitate with just a little help
Learn to levitate with just a little help

[Verse 1]
Come down, come down
Cowards only come through when the hour’s late
And everyone’s asleep, mind you
Now show up, show up
I know I shouldn’t say this
But a curse from you is all that I would need right now, man
Come down, come down
Cowards only come through when the hour’s late
And everyone’s asleep, mind you
Now show up, show up
I know I shouldn’t say this
But a curse from you is all that I would need right now, man

[Verse 2]
Danger in the fabric of this thing I made
I probably shouldn’t show you, but it’s way too late
My heart is with you hiding, but my mind’s not made
Now they know it like we both knew for some time I’d say
They’re smirking at first blood, they’re circling above
But this is not enough
Yeah, this is not what you thought
No, no we are not just graffiti on a passing train
I got back what I once bought back
In that slot I won’t need to replace
This culture is a poacher of overexposure, not today
Don’t feed me to the vultures
I am a vulture who feeds on pain
Sleep in a well-lit room, don’t let the shadow through
And sever all I knew, yeah, sever all
I thought I could depend on my weekends
On the freezing ground that I’m sleeping on
Please, keep me from; please, keep me down from the ledges
Better test it, wooden wedges under doorways
Keep your wooden wedges under doors
Chorus, verse, chorus, verse
Now here comes the eight
Wait, habits here too
You’re the worst, your structure compensates
But compensation feels a lot like rising up to dominate by track two
At least they all know all they hear comes from a place

[Chorus]
Oh, I know how to levitate up off my feet
And ever since the seventh grade I learned to fire-breathe
And though I feed on things that fell
You can learn to levitate with just a little help
You can levitate with just a little help

[Outro]
Welcome to Trench

Kane Brown – Weekend Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s 4:30 Friday, I get off at 5:00
I come into your place, you come into mine
Got a bottle of Jack and cheap red wine
Yeah, our own little world
Wanna open em up, close all the doors
Spin you around on that kitchen floor
Cause all week long, I’ve been waitin’ for
You and me girl

[Chorus]
Just chillin’ on the weekend, weekend
Sippin’ something on the cheap end, cheap end
Skinny dippin’ in the deep end, deep end
Or bass fishin’ with your feet in, feet in
Up all night then we sleepin’, sleepin’
But we were never really sleepin’, sleepin’
Tangled up in the sheets in, sheets in
Goose bumps just a creepin’, creepin’
Yeah, we chillin’ on the weekend
Just chillin’ on the weekend

[Verse 2]
We can watch a whole season of Southfield and Friends
While I watch that afternoon sun shining in
Right through the blinds and onto your skin
Yeah, that’s something to see
Three days just ain’t enough and times ticking
So keep that cherry red lipstick sticking on me
Yeah, let’s just keep

[Chorus]
Just chillin’ on the weekend, weekend
Sippin’ something on the cheap end, cheap end
Skinny dippin’ in the deep end, deep end
Or bass fishin’ with your feet in, feet in
Up all night then we sleepin’, sleepin’
But we were never really sleepin’, sleepin’
Tangled up in the sheets in, sheets in
Goose bumps just a creepin’, creepin’
Yeah, we chillin’ on the weekend
Just chillin’ on the weekend, weekend

[Bridge]
Nothing to do, nowhere to be
Nothing to do, nowhere to be
But right here with you and you with me
Right here with you and you with me

[Chorus]
Just chillin’ on the weekend (oh)
Sippin’ something on the cheap end (yeah)
Skinny dippin’ in the deep end
Or bass fishin’ with your feet in (oh)
Up all night then we sleepin’, sleepin’
But we were never really sleepin’, sleepin’
Tangled up in the sheets in, sheets in
Goose bumps just a creepin’, creepin’
Yeah, we chillin’ on the weekend
Oh yeah, yeah we chillin’ on the weekend (oh)
Just chillin’ on the weekend, weekend
Chillin’ on the weekend

Jessie J – Love Will Save the World Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They say oil and water don’t go together
You say can’t be flipping switches in stormy weather

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m living on the edge with the trivia, no
Maybe this type of love is different
Opposites attract, oposites attract
Maybe I don’t care if I’m living up
But there’s a dose of love I forgot
Opposites attract, oposites attract

[Chorus]
When pain is the enemy
So this won’t be the end of me, no
So breaking is the remedy
Love is the best of me, oh
I’m in love with you, love with you
Love will save the world
Love will save the world
I’m in love with you, love with you
Love will save the world
Love will save the world, yeah

[Verse 2]
We break all our rules
We do what people always do
But they but they think they clever (they think they clever, they think they clever, they think they clever)
Discover, then destroy
They say hearts speak a different language
Won’t last forever (forever, ever, forever, ever, forever, ever)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m living on the edge with the trivia, no
Maybe this type of love is different
Opposites attract, oposites attract
Maybe I don’t care if I’m giving up
But there’s a dose of love I forgot
Opposites attract, oposites attract

[Chorus]
When pain is the enemy
So this won’t be the end of me, no
So breaking is the remedy
Love is the best of me, oh
I’m in love with you, love with you
Love will save the world
Love will save the world
I’m in love with you, love with you
Love will save the world
Love will save the world, yeah

[Bridge]
Love with you, love with you
Love with you, love with you
Love with you, love with you
(Take your life in your hands)
Love with you, love with you, yeah
Love with you, love with you
Love with you, love with you
Love with you, love with you
Love with you, love with you
It’s not just about the ones close
Ooh, ooh
Down on your luck for the one you love
Ooh, yeah
It’s also about the ones who safe
Oh, no, no, no
Here we go

[Chorus]
When pain is the enemy
So this won’t be the end of me, no
So breaking is the remedy
Love is the best of me, oh
I’m in love with you, love with you
Love will save the world
Love will save the world
I’m in love with you, love with you
Love will save the world
Love will save the world, yeah

​Gnash – Dear insecurity Lyrics

[Chorus: Ben Abraham]
Dear insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am
Oh, insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be just the way I am
Dear insecurity

[Verse 1: gnash]
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the things you make me think
You make me sick to my stomach
I wish that I wasn’t me
Somedays when I wake up, I see myself in the mirror
I feel like we shouldn’t be good and be clearer
My nose to my clothes from my chin to my skin
I’ll never be good, enough forever again
For you, so I’d change for you
Then I’ll die for you, then you made me blue
If I were you, I’d hate me too
But I already feel like you do
Because you tell me I’m not worship
And the bad luck’s on purpose
And if I’m sad, then I deserved it
But underneath the surface
I’m hurting, searching, and learning
My imperfections maybe perfect

[Chorus: Ben Abraham]
Dear insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am
Oh, insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be just the way I am
Dear insecurity

[Verse 2: gnash]
I, feel like I’m dying on the inside
But I smile it off
I’m a mess, I’m depressed, I’m alone and it’s all my fault
Did I do something wrong? This feeling’s unfair
You’re making me anxious but why the fuck do I care?
I overthink everything till’ my thoughts are impaired
I hate everything about me, I think I need some air
Drink some water, take a breath
Take a moment to be thankful for the reasons that you’re blessed
It’s not about mistakes you made or failures that you had
It’s all about the memories and little things you have
You freckles, and flawsty
Your body ambruises
Your scar is til’ your beautiful, birth marks that truth hides
We’re on in the same to play the cards that you doubt
Nobody likes you more than you being yourself

[Chorus: Ben Abraham]
Dear insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am
Oh, insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you gonna let me be just the way I am
Dear insecurity

[Bridge: gnash]
I am
Proud of the person of I am
Nobody’s gon’ tell me who I am
Or who I can’t be
I am
Taking my life into my hand
So tired of hiding who I am
I am me
So

[Chorus: gnash]
Dear insecurity
When you gonna take your hands off me?
When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am
Oh, insecurity
It’s time to take your hands off me?
It’s the time to let you see
Just the way I am
I’m proud of who I am

J. Cole – Album of the Year (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like “Yoo-hoo” with a new-new ridin’ passenger
Shout out Oak Cliff, I’m ’bout to fly to Dallas
Decade from now I might just buy the Mavericks
What up, Mark Cuban?
I am only part human, half-man, half-amazing
Plus I’m good at math like I’m Asian
Hate to use stereotypes, but that’s light compared to what a nigga get from Caucasians
No race-baitin’—treat the beat like Playstation
Reporting to you live from the International Space Station
I probably vacation on Mars
The flow is out of this world and so is the bars
Blow the facade right off of your squad
Lil’ rappers, I love you, but you ain’t shit ’til you got offers in Prague
Look that shit up
A book, nigga, pick that shit up
Expand your vocab
I’m giving out toe tags for no cash
All summer long plus three seasons after
Please CC a rapper, tell him meet me
It’s absolutely imperative that my heat speak to rappers
The problem with this game is this weak sea of rappers
I’m the answer on the low, I’m a cheat sheet for rappers
I came up ’round AC to DC adapters
Plug talk, what I’m really sayin’ is a shame but my niggas move ‘caine like HBCU Kappas
Whole town full of CC Sabathias
You think niggas gettin’ fat pitchin’ crack?
Not really
This is not the eighties, don’t be silly
Now we push pills and sell heroin to Billy
Now Billy momma want the judge to pardon his addiction
How many black addicts that got caught up in the system
With no sob stories on your prime time television, I can smell a blatant contradiction
Man, listen
Don’t want to fuck up my vibe
Let’s end it on a positive note, come see me live
KOD, album of the year, undebatably
My cadence be the greatest we’ve seen since the late MC who’s name was The Notorious
Dreamville stacked like the Warriors
Winning back to back
Next up to bat is my nigga Bas
After that Jiddy-J.I.D
That’s that New York City kid plus ATL
Me, I’m from the ‘Ville but I know them towns well
Before I had a deal I was givin’ niggas hell
Now I’m givin’ niggas deals and they givin’ niggas hell

Mick Jenkins – Bruce Banner Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not a rapper, I’m a writer
It’s a couple chefs in this game, and a whole lotta’ biters

[Chorus]
Fuck’s wrong with these niggas
Fuck’s to it
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
These niggas talker not walkers
The drive of Paul Walker, I got it
Can’t touch ’em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it (uh!)

[Verse]
Honestly can’t nobody come for me ‘cept Kendrick
And I hope you offended, like it’s untrue
Don’t make me debunk your kung-fu
Fuck up the whole Feng shui when we come through
They can’t hurt us
My shit in Target, I’m Nate Burkus, they ain’t perfect
Can she walk out with the javelin
Y’all niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him
If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you’d be travelling
And I’d be somewhere Harlem Globetrot traffickin’ truth
I’m adamant about the handle I got on this shit
I pattened it after James Harden and James Patterson
Don’t make me Alex Cross, cross ‘tween, skip through that lane and change strategy (uh!)
Niggas lose medullas, fuckin’ with my shooters
Rappers lose medallions fuckin’ with Chicago
So many niggas hangin’, they know Mr. Cooper
Police they are shooters then like bloopers
They gon’ play that shit on T.V., ’til we Stevie to it
Say we can’t make them drink the water
I don’t know if we can lead ’em to it
I see the difference, I don’t see improvement
I see people that look like me that’s leeching to it
And apparently speaking on it is preaching to ’em
And apparently having opinions is tragic to mention, no matter intention
But only when you got blue checks and new checks and a few floors, more than a duplex
I’m too stressed for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made
Watch your mouth when you spit facts, what for?
I got the fire nigga
Heard ‘Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly
Alex Hailey at the root of it all
My quest-for-love just wasn’t suited for ya’ll and my black thoughts won’t be muted or diluted
And livin’ water can’t be polluted at all
Secluded I be, too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin’ me
That’s your 15 minutes, you losin’ ’em
They draw their conclusions
I just be just disproving ’em, my ink hold weight
This paper hold heat like aluminum foil
Your correct in assuming the soil is fertile
I’m growing like weeds, I’m growing my weed
My shorty look like she come from where they growing ya’ll weave at
Ya’ll throwing shade, I three-man weave that
It’s been a one-man fast break, ya’ll ain’t even seen the team yet

[Chorus]
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it
These niggas talker not walkers
The drive of Paul Walker, I got it
Can’t touch ’em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic
Fuck wrong wit’ ’em
Fuck’s to it (uh!)

Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051

[Verse]
Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt
Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
Do you concur? Catch me if you can lil purp
I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
And I like her, titties are first
Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
I got DMs from every IG thot
But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
Flows, car, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
Bitch, I’m always right
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Big bank take lil’ bank
Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
And my Maybach up to date

Playboi Carti – Baby Mom Lyrics

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I like your swag, boy I like your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
All these kids, I’m they dad

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Baby momma, where you at?
Bring em’ out, diamonds wet
Drive these Hummers, and Corvettes
We waking up, find the check
We got kids, put them kids in check
I got kids put them kids in rest
I got kids, Carti blessed

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I like your swag, boy I like your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
All these kids, I’m they dad

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
She couldn’t make it, she was [?]
Selling cloud, totin choppas
From the lean, from the Barneys
I start to float, [?]
I’m on drill, drill time
We shootin shit, film time
Get in line, bitch get in line
Put them kids, shit in line

[Hook: Playboi Carti]
I like your swag, boy I like your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
Boy I like your swag, man I love your swag
You look like dad you look just like your dad
You look like dad you look just like your dad
All these kids, I’m they dad

Young Thug – Barbie Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, uh, yeah
ChopHouz on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma [?] you my project
Gotta keep a [?] like my private
Gotta keep it wet for me, ayy
Got the cream on the seats, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
She’s ridin’ exotic cars [?]
I put Rolls Royce stars in the ceilin’ and leave off Earth, yeah
Read my tags when I see you like we some [?]
I hate when you don’t text me back [?]
Engraved your name in the seats in the Rolls
Backyard got a park, we ain’t gotta leave home
When it comes down to you, I’ll never say no
Like I’m supposed to, right?
Right? Right?
Make sure I tuck you in tight ’cause you don’t like bugs at night, right?
Fur on your trenchcoat, you ain’t even know I had to roll the dice for that
I put the straightjacket on, go cray-cray for your love, yeah (hey!)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, bought you brand new Fiji water, I wanna braid your hair
Bought Chanel shoes ’cause I wanna see them C’s when you step
Got you new condominium keys, don’t you go nowhere
And it’s just us, dripped out love
Bentley coupe for you, paddy wagon’d it up
Flossin’ in Belize, you a diamond in the rough
Christian Dior, love the smell of when we hug
The pain I get from you, I don’t wanna go numb
Doin’ overtime and develop us a bond
Straightjacket on ’cause for you I go dumb

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, your love
Love, love
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me
Make love to me
Come lust with me, yeah
Come rub on me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love to me
Make love, oh
Love me

Jason Mraz – No Plans Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If I stay here, would you follow
Could we put time in a bottle
And forget all of our to-do’s
Pretend we checked in to a chateau
In a world with no tomorrows
Just time for me and you

[Pre-Chorus]
Do you wanna go
Anywhere, baby

[Chorus]
I’ve got no plans for us today
I’ve got no plans to get away
I’ve got no plans, except for loving you
I’ve got no plans for us tonight
So baby, hold me tight
I’ve got no plans, except for loving you

[Verse 2]
And if we dream and we can [?]
I’m putting all these feelings
In giving good vibes to you
I could stay here all evening
Just listening to you breathing
Taking in the view

[Pre-Chorus]
Do you wanna go
Anywhere, baby

[Chorus]
I’ve got no plans for us today
I’ve got no plans to get away
I’ve got no plans, except for loving you
I’ve got no plans for us tonight
So baby, hold me tight
I’ve got no plans, except for loving you

Elevation Worship – Mighty God (Another Hallelujah) Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The wind is watching every gesture of Your hand
Waves of fear collapse at Your command
I know tomorrow when the pressure rushes in
You’ll be there to rescue me again

[Chorus]
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are

[Verse 2]
Here in Your presence there will be no other throne
All my heart is Yours and Yours alone
The song of heaven and my soul will sing the same
Jesus Christ, the name above all names

[Chorus]
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Glory, glory, and a thousand hallelujahs
O Lord my God, how great You are
Honor, power, and another hallelujah
O Lord my God, how great You are
Glory, glory, and a thousand hallelujahs
O Lord my God, how great You are
Honor, power, and another hallelujah
O Lord my God, how great You are

[Chorus]
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are
What a mighty God, what a mighty God You are

Elevation Worship – Power Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My weakness is hidden within Your glory
Jesus, my strength is in You
The odds are against me, but You are for me
Jesus, my strength is in You

[Chorus]
Power belongs to the One who was and is to come
Power belongs to our God, alleluia

[Verse 2]
My steps have been ordered, You go before me
God, I’m depending on You
The hope of my future, found in You only
God, I’m depending on You

[Chorus]
Power belongs to the One who was and is to come
Power belongs to our God, alleluia
Power belongs to the One who was and is to come
Power belongs to our God, alleluia

[Interlude]

[Bridge]
Your presence cannot be outrun
Your glory will not be outdone
Your presence cannot be outrun
Your glory will not be outdone

[Chorus]
Power belongs to the One who was and is to come
Power belongs to our God, alleluia
Power belongs to the One who was and is to come
Power belongs to our God, alleluia

Chris Brown – Had To Do It… Sorry DJ Khaled Lyrics

[Intro: Michael Jackson & DJ Khaled]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
We the Best Music!
You gotta feel that beat
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Another one
I wanna rock with you
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
I’ve been looking for a BM
‘Bout to see this boy slide, that’s a DM
Yeah, got into her DM (ayy)
And I started lining up for the PM, baby (woah)
I need a one, two, three-some
I need a girl to throw it back like a refund, I don’t mind
Feel that beat (that beat), baby
Bounce that ass and I’m grabbing it like a rebound

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
‘Cause I want a fatty on me
‘Cause I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t mind, take your time on me
Late night, rub that ass on me, girl
Where you at? I’m tryna find ya (yep)
I hope them other fellas nevermind ya, yeah, yeah
So I can pull down your blinds, girl, I swear

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
And my pad on the East Side, B side
Now you down like a beach towel
I, want the breakfast in bed
Body soft like butter spread, girl, you a snack (yikes!)
Got that bass in your trunk (oh!)
And two Chevy’s side to side (woo)
We can ride all night, ’cause I’m all papers now

[Pre-Chorus 2: Chris Brown]
I need a fatty on me
I keep a Magnum on me
Don’t pack 24 karats
Really, I’m all in it, girl (hey)
Where you at? I’m right behind ya, yeah
And tell them other niggas don’t bother (yeah)
‘Cause I’ma love you all night, yeah, I swear, yeah (oh)

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Good morning, my moses
French toast and French kiss is what I want
Yeah, Folgers, stay over
Sweat pants and hair up in a pony, ha
You know I love that fresh face, ooh, woah
Up in that bag, already packed
Bring that ass over to my place (ow!)
Bring that ass to my place, come on (ooh, hoo)
My house, place, place

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Michael Jackson]
I wanna wake up naked next to you (next to you, baby)
We can rock, we can rock the
Next to you, to you, to you, to you (ooh, I)
I wanna wake up naked next to you (to, to you, oh, to you, to you, to you)

[Outro: Michael Jackson]
And we can ride, and we can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you

Jess Glynne – All I Am Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Every butterfly I get belongs to you
You don’t believe me but it’s true
Show the freckles arms, spell out your name
Real feelings coming through

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
Yeah all I know and all I am is you
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it
That all I know and all I am is you

[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
‘Cause all I am is you

[Verse 2]
Every daydream I have start and ends with you
I wanna play it one more time
When I need an alibi, you’re my perfect excuse
You are always on my side

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it
That all I know and all I am is you

[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
All I am is you

[Bridge]
It feels like I’m miles away
You bring me back home again
You hold me through my mistakes
Let go as we start again
You’re a habit I’ll never break
No no, no no, no

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m breaking my silence
‘Cause I’ve had a few
I just can’t deny it (oh, no)
That all I know and all I am is you

[Chorus]
Every time I think I’m falling
I know you’re falling too
There’s no doubt you’re all in
If you ever think you’re falling
You know I’ll catch you too
All I am, oh
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you
Yeah all I know and all I am is you
‘Cause all I know and all I am is you

Johnny Orlando – What If (Acoustic) Lyrics

[Verse 1: Johnny Orlando]
Let’s talk about all the things that we shouldn’t talk about
Those kind of words that will change all the things we talk about
Tell me do you ever think of us?
Should I ask for more or should I stop?

[Pre-Chorus: Johnny Orlando]
What if a tomorrow means that we are here together?
What if we are taking chances just to lose it all?
Am I really crazy thinking ’bout this all together?
What if I’ve been missing the writing on the wall?

[Chorus: Johnny Orlando]
What if I say
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you?
We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you?
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you?
We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you?
What if I told you I like you?
What if I told you I like you?

[Verse 2: Johnny Orlando]
I hear everything they saying, saying ’bout us
It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about what we love
Would it be simple or would it be too complicated?
Should I keep going or maybe it’s better to stop?

[Pre-Chorus: Johnny Orlando]
What if a tomorrow means that we are here together?
What if we are taking chances just to loose it all?
Am I really crazy thinking ’bout this all together?
What if I’ve been missing all the writing on the wall?

[Chorus: Johnny Orlando]
What if I say
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you?
We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you?
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you?
We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you?
What if I told you I like you?

[Bridge: Johnny Orlando]
What if I say
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you?
We stay, we go
We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you?
I know, you know
What if I told you I like you?
We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you?
I like you
What if I told you I like you?
We stay, we go
What if I told you I like you?

[Outro: Johnny Orlando]
Let’s talk about all the things we shouldn’t talk about.

Beyoncé – Beautiful Liar (Freemasons Club Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Beyoncé]
Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey

[Chorus: Beyoncé & Shakira]
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar

[Verse 1: Beyoncé]
He said I’m worth it, his one desire
He kissed me, his one and only, (yes) beautiful liar

[Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé & Shakira]
You never know
Why are we the ones who suffer?
I have to let go
He won’t be the one to cry

[Chorus: Beyoncé & Shakira, Both]
(Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
Can’t we laugh about it? (Ha Ha Ha)
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without them
Just a beautiful liar
(Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
Can’t we laugh about it? (Ha Ha Ha)
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without them
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar

[Verse 2: Shakira]
I trusted him, but when I followed you, I saw you together
I walked in on your love scene, slow dancing

[Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé & Shakira]
We’ll never know
When the pain and heartbreak’s over
I have to let go
The innocence is gone

[Chorus: Beyoncé & Shakira, Both]
(Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
Can’t we laugh about it?
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without them
Just a beautiful liar
(Ay) Let’s not kill the karma
(Ay) Let’s not start a fight
(Ay) It’s not worth the drama
For a beautiful liar
Can’t we laugh about it?
(Oh) It’s not worth our time
(Oh) We can live without them
Just a beautiful liar

[Break: Beyoncé]
Beyoncé, Beyoncé
Beyoncé, Beyoncé
Shakira, Shakira
Just a beautiful liar
Beyoncé, Beyoncé
Beyoncé, Beyoncé
Shakira, Shakira
Just a beautiful liar

[Outro: Beyoncé & Shakira]
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar
Just a beautiful liar

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Trapped Out Lyrics

[NBA YoungBoy Hook]

Trap house, trapped out every pack gone now
Big Nots, Big Watch, Big Glock 45
Straight up out them trenches now young nigga rocking shows now
Told her pay attention bitch just listen cut your phone off
Five phones lotta dope
Thick Hoes, Condo
Big Guap, Big Poles
Nigga play i let it blow
Nigga talking like he raw, but you know i already know
When he try cut me off imma show him how it go

[NBA YoungBoy Verse]

Pull up flexing with my niggas with some Shotty bone
I told him that that shit weren’t long i had to buss it down
Nigga talking like he want smoke he better bump it down
Thugging with his niggas pussy when they not around
Big house big Glock big nots no lie
Say he want it with me bet catch him hit him with that fire
House arrest on my leg i done trouble with the cops
Fuck that post up 100 shots on that block

[NBA YoungBoy Hook]

Trap house, trapped out every pack gone now
Big nots, Big Watch, Big Glock 45
Straight up out them trenches now young nigga rocking shows now
Told her pay attention bitch just listen cut your phone off
Five phones lotta dope
Thick hoes, Condo
Big Guap, Big Poles
Nigga play i let it blow
Nigga talking like he raw, but you know i already know
When he try cut me off imma show him how it go

[Chief Keef Verse]

These 4 niggas 2 car 4 pistol
You ain’t never blowed a pistol
You ain’t never load a pistol
You ain’t never sold nothing
You ain’t gotta act hard
When we wet your block up we gone call it baptising
Trap spot jumping, Harding run no defense
And all that fake love

[To Be Continued]

Lana Del Rey – Beautiful People (Rough Demo) Lyrics

Green are the colour of the eyes of the man I love
He’s hard to take and hard to touch
And green is the colour of the sea in the early month
Of mid july, te amo much

You get so mad when I complain
You think I’m crazy but
I hear them talk they say my name
They’re fucking tired of

All these beautiful people with beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I’ve got them
She wants to die and she should fucking try

Red is the colour of your mouth when you drink rum punch
You like to lie in yellow sun
And red are the colour of your when eyes drink too much
You pack your place, you pack a punch

You get so tied to me to stop
I’m ruining our love
But i walk by I hear them talk
They’re fucking tired of

All these beautiful people with beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I’ve got them
She wants to die and she should fucking try
She wants to die and she should fucking try
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)

All these beautiful people with beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I’ve got them
BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WITH BEAUTIFUL PROBLEMS
BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WITH BEAUTIFUL PROBLEMS

Rilès – LOST! Lyrics

[Hook]
I would like to give you all my time
I would like to tell you how much I love you
Since I can’t do none as I’m a liar
Let me spend the rest of my days all alone
Yeah you like to dance, all over my sins
And I make love to you like imma hurt you more
Yeah you like to pray, for all of my sins
When they made me aware of what I’m just for sure, yea

[Pre-Verse]
I’m so lost
Lost
Lost
Lost

[Verse 1]
I try to step back from the 3ein all on me
I got one foot in the grave, my fist in her punani
Living like it didn’t happen ‘till it fires back at me
I know I’ll probably end up in Cubana sleeping by the beach
But all I wanted was some peaches, marijuana and a casa para mom
All I wanted was the simple truth, no lie
All it did just hurt me more
Now I ain’t got time for your pussy
Time for them hoes
Time for the simple things I turned down before
No time for your pussy
Time only knows
Time never runs
But homie time never stops to dance
All over my sins
And I make love to you like imma hurt you more
Yeah you like to pray, for all of my sins
When they made me aware of what I’m just for sure, yea

[Pre-Verse]
I’m so lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost
So Lost

[Verse 2]
You can sleep on the problem
You can search on my way
It’s buried in the mind, don’t try to read my face
You do not understand, it’s better anyway
Writing for the cure, need stacks and a ceiling
And since you want me to stay
And now want me to play with your feelings
Doomed to be ‘lone again
As long as I got my TLM

[Hook]
I would like to give you all my time
I would like to tell you how much I love you
Since I can’t do none as I’m a liar
Let me spend the rest of my days all alone

Travis Scott – R.I.P. SCREW Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Screw, Swae Lee & Travis Scott]
Ya’ know?
(South Side)
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
I gotta let you know, the way
I gotta let you know, the way
I’m gonna take it all and clean it
I’m gonna take it all and spend it
(South Side)

[Verse 1: Swae Lee & DJ Screw]
And that’s all I’ve been sayin’
(South Side)
If you fall for the games then you’re the one playin’
Because it’s too much money out here
And there’s too many honeys out here
Feel like a trip off the drank, that’s weird
Feel like a trip off the drank, that’s weird

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up
Jump inside, oh won’t you roll with us?
Make the devil bite the angel dust
Shawty, shawty, please
Shawty would you go?
Shawty what you like?
Tell me what you want

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly, yeah
I just took a four to the head like “mane”
Drop the top on the slab, like “mane”
Off the top of the dome like “mane”
Nothin’ beatin’ home like “mane”
And the Screw tapes on like “mane”
I go Pimp C on the phone like “mane”
Flip side platinum don’t do chrome like “mane”
Had the south side fade, now let the braids hang
This shit S.U.C smooth like “mane”
Rest in peace, Screw, like “mane”

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Rest in peace to Screw, tonight we take it slowly
Oh my God, I just can feel the love
Drop top with the windows up

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Screw found international sound because…
…throughout the South, and it’s new to um…
Shawty got a thing for us

Travis Scott – STOP TRYING TO BE GOD Lyrics

[Intro]
This is the rewatch, the hot pockets, the fritters, the missiles, the humans, all gathered in secrecy
And flying high as a kite

[Pre-Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Just know what this about
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm
Palm trees, oceans, fresh air that can break your heart

[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Ride for it every night
Visions and these angles tight
Truth be told, I never try
Diamonds are the wife of life
All three Rollies look alike
After two you get a hook-up price
Stripper never worked a nine-to-five
Delta and I ship it overnight
Stop tryna be God almighty
Fuck the money, never leave your people behind, yeah
It’s never love, no matter what you try
Still can see it comin’ down your eyes

[Refrain: Travis Scott]
‘Cause they did not create commandments (ooh-ooh)
When you hustle, always make it fancy (ooh-ooh)
The signal’s far from what you can be (ooh-ooh)
‘Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Stop tryna play God almighty
Always keep your circle tight
I been wantin’ shit my whole life
I wanted you bad, not tryna play God tonight
If I love her I’ma pass her one
First rule of war, you find an act of one
You can’t win a trophy or a plaque off her
But never turn your back on her

[Refrain: Travis Scott]
‘Cause they did not create commandments
When you hustle, always make it fancy
The signal’s far from what you can be
‘Cause air traffic controls the landing
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
You won’t succeed tryna learn me
Stick to the roads in my journey
Stay out of court when you got the attorney
She say she love ’em, want to really burn me

[Chorus: Phillip Bailey & Kid Cudi]
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hm
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s not who you are
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God
Hmm-hmm
That’s just not your job
Hmm-hmm
Stop tryna be God, God

[Bridge: James Blake]
Is it the complex of the saint that’s keepin’ you so, so still?
Is it a coat of old paint that’s peelin’ every day against our will?
Is it too long since the last open conversation you had? Oh no
And did you see the void in the past?
And can you ever see it comin’ back?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?
Well, can you always be a step ahead of it for me?

[Outro: James Blake & Stevie Wonder]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
That it?

Travis Scott – NO BYSTANDERS Lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I’m tryna get revenge
You’ll be all out of love in the end

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends
In a motel, laying with my sins, yeah
I’m tryna get revenge
You’ll be all out of love in the end

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Bicentennial men
Put the city on slam
She get trippy off Xans
Lost 21 grams
And she did it on cam
Weren’t no video dance
Make my own rules
I really don’t pick, I just choose
I don’t send pics, I just shoot
Chopper gettin’ screwed
I told her it’s B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own booze
Put it on God, he the one who put me on top
Can’t be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
Never got the move on the drop
Niggas tryna move on the Scott and move that deep
Tryna run down, shit’s deep
Gotta act a fool with the squad
Next city, no sleep, back to the 713

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Heartbreak hotel, bet you can’t take no L’s
Plug like AOL, who say that I ain’t gon’ sell?
Hand me the H, I’ll sell
She said “I got it, nigga”
I said “I ain’t gon’ tell”
Buy it by the pound so it ain’t no scale
I’m sick of the drank (the drankin’)
The flippin’ of paint (paint, yeah)
Grippin’ the grain (grain, yeah)
Whipping Wu-Tang (Wu-Tang, yeah)
My niggas gon’ flame (bang, yeah)
Bitch, I’m with gang (gang, yeah)
Got your bitch on the plane

[Pre-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Spent ten hours on this flight, man
Told the pilot ain’t no flight plans
Can’t believe whatever I’m seeing
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

[Segue: Juice WRLD]
The party never ends

[Chorus: Sheck Wes & Juice WRLD]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)
The party never ends

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Family function, ain’t no friends
Had a line around my ends
Turned ’em into Ms
Why you tryna make amends?
What’s that smell? It’s heaven-scent
Like I drop shit out the wind
Dodgin’ hella sins
I can’t go back there again
Now the dogs ain’t civilized
Take the one, feel vilified
You can’t see my suns
Like the light don’t hit this eye
In the function and I’m fried
It’s the drop is not a drop
When they open wide
It’s a ride, right?

[Outro: Sheck Wes]
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin’ in this bitch heavy
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (bitch)
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up (yeah)

Travis Scott – WAKE UP Lyrics

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don’t wanna wake up
I want you spread out on the sheets
Said her pussy so good
And her pussy so sweet
I don’t wanna wake up
I want it flowing through my streams
Getting me hot
Under my feet
I don’t wanna wake up

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Please don’t wake me up, I feel it creeping (yeah)
Controlling how you moving, lucid dreaming (dreams)
Always on the side of different seasons, yeah, yeah
Took the belt-way down to your hood
Say you was in the crowd, I never looked
Looking back how things came back around
Guess I was hooked
Burn the bread and then we burn the town
We both was cooked, yeah
Nah, nah, please don’t wake me up, feel like I’m dreamin’
Any given Sunday, you can get it, Willie Beamon
I can make your Mondays even better like the weekend
That’s my coco out my ice tea (coco, yeah, yeah)
Bend her over for some piping (it’s lit!)
Bust a cloud, shoot the lightning (pop it)
Pop it now, no, we can’t sleep

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)
Want you spread out on the sheets (it’s lit!)
Say, pussy so good (pop it)
Oh, pussy so sweet (yeah)
When I wake up (yeah, yeah)
Wanna drop top on the beach (straight up)
Getting me high, yeah (yeah)
Under my feet
When I wake up

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
You decide if I live or die
When you’re close, I’m alive, I can feel the sky
I just want your body close to me (oh)
And if I OD
I’ll be alone with no heartbeat
I hold the hills with a coast in the Lambo
And the doors going up, suicide

[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up)
I want you spread out on the sheets (want you spread out on the sheets)
‘Cause that pussy so good (pussy so good)
Girl, that pussy so sweet (pussy so sweet)
I don’t wanna wake up (I don’t wanna wake up)
I want it flowing through my streams (want it flowing through my streams)
Ha, getting me hot (getting me hot)
Oh, under my feet (under my feet)
I don’t wanna wake up (yeah)

Travis Scott – 5% TINT Lyrics

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for?
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for, mm

[Verse 1]
Who that creepin’? Know the tint is dark (five percent)
All that fall-in-love shit, got it Kevin Hart (yeah, yeah)
All that speed and fly shit, we might teleport, yuh (skrr, skrr)
All that cop a rack shit, I might clip a sarge, yuh (twelve)
Keep bouncin’ that ass, you just might get award, yeah
If she bad, she get a pass into the tour (passes yeah)
I pick through the family, grab the bad sister like Janet
Opps outside, don’t panic
Gotta switch, gotta change up transit
Still jump around, move antsy
And I still don’t like shit fancy
Up late feelin’ real chancy
They outside really tryna end me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the endzone from The Ends, though (yah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (eah)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah)
All that out-your-name shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Verse 2]
Who the fuck is this?
Met somebody baby mama inside of the VIP
While I’m tryna tip
Shawty said she holding, got a razor in her lip
Mix my cup and twist one up, I love that ratchet shit
She like “I-I-Iced out wrist, iced out, iced out wrist” (iced out wrist)
Fuck don’t kiss, fuck, she fuck don’t kiss (mwah)
Look like friends, but she say they twins (twins)
Jump right in, there’s leg room in this Benz (leg room in this Benz)
Ten miles to the crib, you know that’s deep (deep, yeah)
I think there’s someone out there watching me, yeah

[Chorus]
Who’s that creeping through my window? (my window, who?)
Before you come outside, I got the M4 (M4)
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though (yeah)
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more (lick)
Wanna hit the Jack, then what you call for? (yah, Jack)
All that out your new shit, that ain’t called for (yah)

[Outro]
Who’s that creeping through my window?
Before you come outside, I got the M4
Took her to the end zone from The Ends, though
Know I love to smoke, you love to lick more

Travis Scott – NC-17 Lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott]
Ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah)
Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit)
If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh)
Whole thing of vultures start vibratin’ (rawr)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Don’t do playgrounds, we do not swing sets (swing)
Shawty got the K, don’t entertain threats (grah-grah)
Shawty came my way she brought the same sex (same)
Bust it down, she talkin’ body language (it’s lit)
Eating that punane got my bangs wet (eat it up)
We gon’ have to change for the banquet (drippin’)
Solo with Mussain is not the same specs (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up, left with something I ain’t came with (alright)

[Interlude: Travis Scott]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, ice, froze, go, get, gone
Get gone (yah! yah!)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Three main bitches thinkin’ they my main bitch (21, 21)
Hit the club and swap the hoes I came with (straight up, straight up)
Don’t you come outside, we on that gang shit (straight up, straight up)
Had to switch my t-shirt ’cause she stained it (on God)
Had to buy a visa, she from Moscow (21)
Fuckin’ ’round with Travis, you get crossed out (crossed out)
He used to be on, that nigga off now (he off now)
I done got so rich, I Saint Laurent my dogs now (straight up, straight up)
Earrings cost a quarter certified by GIA (21)
If it’s ’bout my bae or ’bout some smoke I’m on my way (skrrt, skrrt)
Your bitch gave the kid Cudi but I’m not signed to Ye (on God)
I nutted on her cheek, her new nickname is Baby Face (21)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh)
Fuck with all my chains on, let’s have chain sex (serve, yeah)
Hangin’ with the gang, you get your fangs wet (wet)
Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it’s lit)
If you gon’ throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice)
Holes in the wall, I can not hang it (nah)
Pour different colors, sippin’, tainted (ooh)
Woah think a vibe just start vibratin’ (rawr)

CupcakKe – Blackjack Lyrics

[Verse]
Scooby dooby doo (bark)
He a dog in the bed
Mayo on bread
How I spread my legs (open me up)
Bring flowers instead
Cause when I’m done, the twat should be dead, casket
Stomach like a beauty salon
Cause I swallow every pubic hair shed
Pause on that dick when I’m on it
I might scream “Cut”, Nia Long it
The dick like Ariana ponytail cause I swear that shit was the longest (It was)
He said how far can I [?], I said “Everything, I condone it”
His dick ain’t got nowhere to stay so I let him sleep in this pussy to help out the homeless
Tryna get stupid, stupid, wait
I like to move it, move it, wait
Dick in the hole then it start to roll, look like it’s hula hooping, wait
I ain’t talking [?] when I tell him shoot his shot
Sweating like a thug when they running from the cops
I’m good eye candy even to Fetty Wap
I’m known for the head like a fuckin’ face swap
Tinted windows every time we outside
Cause I suck that dick while he drive (While he drive)
Let him masturbate with french fries (fries)
Don’t tell nobody like a mime (mime)
Toss my legs in the air like a dime (dime)
He cum(come) quick like Amazon Prime
So when I start running on the dick, made him hold an umbrella over my head this time

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

[Verse 2]
It ain’t shit under this coat (I’m naked)
No facebook, I get poked (Poke me)
This day giving me hope
[?]
Yeah, I’m gon hold that dick in my hand like the mic in the hands of a host
Wait, french kiss a pussy one time then in the morning go and make me french toast (Yum)
One stroke in, he gon lay down
Kids all on me like a playground (on my face)
Imma ride that dick like a Greyhound
[?] for that nigga like H Town
Still want more, Tic Tac Toe
Nigga just got 3 holes in a row
Chocolate hoe, the Kit Kat pro
He call cause the pussy smell like Dial Soap
Let’s take a bath together
It don’t need to last forever (No)
Pussy looking real plus size
Now we doing math together
It’s like 1 2 3 then he give me that foreplay
3 2 1 then I give him that “Okay”
I’m locked to the bed handcuffed like OJ
5 6 7 he ate it slowly
Grocery list can go up in the casket
It taste like water so he wanna [?]
I can’t be Sullivan, not talking Jazmine
Tapping this ass like a picture when tagging
Swaggin’ not to be braggin
But the pussy feel like cushion if your name [?]
It’s the best feeling like touching some satin
Pay to eat pussy, ain’t no dine and dashin’

[Hook]
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain like Blackjack
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
Blackjack, blackjack, blackjack, ooh
The shit that we on, gotta wait til you grown til you get 21 like Blackjack
While sucking his dick still jacking him off get an A for this brain that’s Blackjack

Travis Scott – CAN’T SAY Lyrics

[Chorus: Travis Scott & (Don Toliver)]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip (I had to)
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m on my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got in on film

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
You gotta watch out where you rockin’, shit get real
Drink too real, I can’t be fake, don’t know the feel
Gotta take a long drive up the hill
Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals
I’m too wavy, think I need a Lyft
Chicago baby she just wanna drill
The vibes too wavy, it’s too hard to kill
Gotta watch out where you go ’cause shit get real

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a-swang, and a-swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
Oh my

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it, burned it all?
I let it burn, skrt that mark, I had to dip (I had to)
Better watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
(better watch for 12)
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high above the rim (I’m out my mind)
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You must be cautious, told the lil’ hoes I’m all in
Play this ballers offense, I left ol’ girl, she callin’
You know I hit in morning, oh yeah she yawning
I met you in the club, bitch you know this shit mean nothing
Oh then I hit your cousin, mhm, no-no discussion
Sipping on lean, no Robitussin
Oh yeah, I know you love me, I beat it ain’t no cuddling
You down bad, you suffering
I don’t give a fuck how hard it get
That lil’ bitch know I started this
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Get to the cash, no layup
Spend a big bag, Rodeo
Some may ride for the first time
Hoes come through just to touch us
I’ma tell the truth like Usher
You already know how I bust her
Slang my chop from Russia

[Interlude]
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip-dip-dip-dip
I’ma swang, and a swang, when I swang to the left
Pop-pop my trunk
Dip

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
No you can’t say if I’m mad or not
Smoking hella weed, I’m on that alcohol
Shawty lick me clean the way she suck me off
I keep two hoes in my bed, I got ’em turning out
What would you do if you heard I got it going on?
I had to burn, I left skrt marks, I had to dip
Gotta watch for 12, ’round my town you might get killed
I’m out my mind, yeah I’m high, but I’m real
You cop it live, boy I got it all on film

Travis Scott – YOSEMITE Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Patek
Fendi Clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Gucci shirt wet
Put a M in my bag, I’ma get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Verse: Travis Scott]
Now that I’m home, back off the road
We shut it down, say it ain’t so
With checks in the streets, shade number four
Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes
Take it with me, double your dose
Covered with angels that’s watching my soul
Just got a bed, it’s bigger windows
Said I’ll be there in 10, but I got there in four

[Bridge: Travis Scott]
I feel like I’m chosen, I’m covered in gold
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
I left her wide open, no self control
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm
Took nothing but five minutes, she hopped in and drove
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mm

[Chorus: Gunna & Travis Scott]
Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes
Hop off a jet, barely get rest
Cash through the month, I get a check
Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest
Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess
I eat her flesh, you know the rest
Count up a hun’, cop a Rolex
Shine like the sun, you truly blessed
Two-tone Pateks
Fendi clipboard like I Uber the jets
VVS’s on me got my Louis shirt wet
It’s a M in my bag and get used to these racks
I went to school where they teach you finesse
Five hundred shells for the drip I invest
I’m the boss man, I keep cash in the desk
Know the coupe fast when they end with a S

[Outro: NAV]
La Flame on a island
Me and Cash, Gunna hopped on a Learjet
Got Prada’s, every color
And I got CC’s you ain’t seen yet
Said I’d kick the cup and now I’m asking, “where the codeine at”?
30 pointers and up, Eliantte drippin’, my whole team wet

Travis Scott – COFFEE BEAN Lyrics

[Intro]
This is all

[Chorus]
Bad-bad news, I’m just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It’s bad news, bad-bad for you
But I’m back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)

[Verse 1]
How would you feel if I had you?
Trust me, you’ll be mad too
Shawty, we can be mad cool
Just hit me if anything past due
Your family told you I’m a bad move
Plus I’m already a black dude
Leavin’ the bathroom, my hands is half-rinsed
If only a nigga just had sense
Speaking in past tense
It’s been a week and a half since
We ain’t been speaking in mad mins
You feeling free in my absence
I’ve been going through a lot behind this glass tint, yeah
(this is all, this is all)

[Chorus]
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is-)
I know they told you I’d be bad for you
Don’t worry I’ll be back for you
All the money and cars
Stripper hoes and the tattoos, bad news
Back off a coffee bean
Reflecting on all you see (this is all, this is all)

[Verse 2]
Stressing over award shows
She’s stressin’ over her wardrobe
Bought the mansion on foreclose
No matter how many tickets your tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone’s readin’ your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that’s for those who hear this in morse code
Too many doors closed Cul-de-sacs and foreign doors
Still ended up at the North Pole
This is where remorse goes
This shit’ll have you in divorce court
Fighting over your seeds, writing over your deeds, sliding over your keys
Alimony and fees, as your lawyer proceeds
To give out bad news

[Chorus]
I’m just bad-bad news
Good thing, the two, Bonnie and Clyde
The money and who?
It’s bad news, bad-bad for you
But I’m back on the coffee bean
Anything in between (this is all, this is all)
Back of the coffee line
Back-back-back in the bathroom line (this is all)

Travis Scott – CAROUSEL Lyrics

[Intro: Big Tuck]
What’s crackin’?
You already know who it is
Ya boy, Big Tuck
Freight Train Tuck
Astroworld is now in session, ya understand?
I’m the dean of this here
I got this

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Yeah, yeah
Parked at the Days Inn, ain’t takin’ no days in (yeah)
Don’t need a vacation, I need a replacement (alright)
Bustin’ the lights out soon as we came in (it’s lit)
What’re they talkin’ about, what’s it pertainin’ (yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I’m aging (yeah)
This M-E-D it feel caved in (yeah)
All of my demons invadin’
I live paranoid, hesitatin’
They bitin’, they bitin’, the cadence (skrt, skrt)
Go out their way, it’s okay
Just lock the doors at the basement
I got a gate with my face in it

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Yeah
Icy cold, it is so, it is so icy cold, yeah
Mixing the water with cheese is making the money get mold, yeah
Trying to be like gang, you better go get it in vogue, yeah
Put 84’s on lanes, I robbed, how you think of the spokes
We did it, we said it, we spoke, yeah
We put it out, thought it was small, these five or four, uh
This is at home, right down the street, from Alamo

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean & Travis Scott]
Moving in silence don’t mean it’s movin’ slow
Even though the speed got old
Sprinkling methamphetamines
On the leaves like the snow
Bet they soak
I’m a new species, tale swings on the road
Come to reach and lose both
Got springs like a toad
Some for free in the tote
Saké drown like round white diamonds
Carats (yah)
Copy sound, might got two wings, parrot (alright!)
Landing down wind, caught two wings (it’s lit!)
Talons scrape, hit the stage, two wings (yeah, yeah!)
Better pray, better pray, two wings (straight up!)

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
Brand new, brand new
This new place I got to
New world, new sky
That’s so blue it’s black too
New growth, new growth
All these fades I outgrew
Blue bands, blue bands
Get my cash from drive-thru
Boy you’re too flash, too flash
Keep the flash minimal
Bitch, I’m too cold, too cold
See my breath visible