From the unknown
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with Styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
Tote semi-autos
Yeah, I'm keepin' it real, real, um
Keepin' it real, uh yeah
Life gets tough, shit is getting real
I don't know how to feel
Swallowing all these pills
Know my real feels
Devil standing here
Tryna' make a deal, uh
It ain't no deals
Feel like I'm going crazy but still took a lot to get me here
Losing my sanity up in a house in the hills, hills, hills
I ain't have anything then and I still don't have anything still, still, still
Bein' me, I rock PnB
These hoes actin' like gossip, TMZ
These drugs acting like
Moshpits squishing me
Oh my, oh me, how they kill me slowly
Lonely, I been gettin' no peace
OD, feel like overdosing
Low key I been looking for the signs
But all I can find is a sign of the times
From the unknown
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with Styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, oh
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
Tote semi-autos
I ain't suicidal
Only thing suicide is suicide doors
Fight for survival
Gotta keep hope up, rolling good dope up
Hold my hand, through hell we go
Don't look back, it ain't the past no more
Gon' get to the racks, all them niggas want war
Yeah, I was put here to lead the lost souls
Exhale depression as the wind blows
These are the laws of living in vogue
We're perfectly imperfect children
Rose from the dust, all of us are on a mission
Never gave a f*ck, really came from rags to riches
Now we live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
I don't give a f*ck, really came from rags to riches
Now I live it up, driving with the rooftop missin'
From the unknown
I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam
Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know
I problem solve with Styrofoam
My world revolves around a black hole
The same black hole that's in place of my soul, uh
Empty, I feel so goddamn empty
I may go rogue
Don't tempt me, big bullet holes
Tote semi-autos
Juice Wrld - Death Race For Love Album Lyrics
Juice Wrld - Death Race For Love Lyrics
Writer: Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Maze
Stuck in a maze
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Stuck in a maze, mmh
Stuck in a maze
Everything's okay but it's not really okay
My life's a death race
I'm numbing my pain with codeine rain
I'm going insane
Life's not the same
Stuck in a maze
I'm not going in
My brain is going everywhere
I'm tormented every day
Mama, I'm losing my mental
The sorrows I've been through
Story to be continued
I sip ill, pop pills, crack seals
Doing anything to numb the weight that I feel, yeah
I chase thrills, you still crashin' Hot Wheels
Ride a dirt bike down the ditch, see if I live
I'm not in my subconscious, I'm conscious
They tell me that they can help me, I got this
Watch this, I took my demons into the bank of life and I made the biggest deposit
Without drugs, I'm losing my logic
These pills and my Pro Tools still got logic
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
Stuck in a maze
Everything's okay but it's not really okay
My life's a death race
I'm numbing my pain with codeine rain
I'm going insane
Life's not the same
Stuck in a maze
I'm not going in
My brain is going everywhere
I'm tormented every day
Mama, I'm losing my mental
The sorrows that I've been through
Story to be continued
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Stuck in a maze, mmh
Stuck in a maze
Everything's okay but it's not really okay
My life's a death race
I'm numbing my pain with codeine rain
I'm going insane
Life's not the same
Stuck in a maze
I'm not going in
My brain is going everywhere
I'm tormented every day
Mama, I'm losing my mental
The sorrows I've been through
Story to be continued
I sip ill, pop pills, crack seals
Doing anything to numb the weight that I feel, yeah
I chase thrills, you still crashin' Hot Wheels
Ride a dirt bike down the ditch, see if I live
I'm not in my subconscious, I'm conscious
They tell me that they can help me, I got this
Watch this, I took my demons into the bank of life and I made the biggest deposit
Without drugs, I'm losing my logic
These pills and my Pro Tools still got logic
I run, I run, I run
I run, I run, I run
Stuck in a maze
Everything's okay but it's not really okay
My life's a death race
I'm numbing my pain with codeine rain
I'm going insane
Life's not the same
Stuck in a maze
I'm not going in
My brain is going everywhere
I'm tormented every day
Mama, I'm losing my mental
The sorrows that I've been through
Story to be continued
Writer: Jahaan Sweet, Jarad Higgins, Matthew Samuels, Milos Angelov
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
HeMotions
Another life
Another day, another blunt
Another day, another lie, blunt
Another night, another day, another night, another
(Hit-Boy)
Another life, another day, another chance to make it great
I'm running to the money all the time so I can never be late
Just me and my bitch, even though she drive me crazy, she still make my day
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Back on my bullshit, devil emoji
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Back on my bullshit, devil emoji
Boat rocking back and forth, what's the commotion?
I told her I'ma drown in her, that bitch an ocean
If I can't make her smile, I'ma be acting wild
She got a new man, I'm gon' pull up on him and shoot him down
I been goin' through emotions, bloody emotions
Pour me a cup, I'ma nod out
Started pack smokin', good dope rollin'
Maybe Mary Jane'll help me put the pills down
Dead inside, catch a look at my ghost
I pull up in a Lambo' or 'Rari or Rolls
Got my girl by my side and they callin' us ghosts
Numb the pain, take these Percs to the mouth and the nose
I'm not a drug addict, got it all wrong
I'm just a love addict 'til my heart gone
I'm just a love addict with the love songs
You with me is where you belong
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Back on my bullshit, devil emoji
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Back on my bullshit, devil emoji
(Hit-Boy)
Another day, another blunt
Another day, another lie, blunt
Another night, another day, another night, another
(Hit-Boy)
Another life, another day, another chance to make it great
I'm running to the money all the time so I can never be late
Just me and my bitch, even though she drive me crazy, she still make my day
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Back on my bullshit, devil emoji
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Back on my bullshit, devil emoji
Boat rocking back and forth, what's the commotion?
I told her I'ma drown in her, that bitch an ocean
If I can't make her smile, I'ma be acting wild
She got a new man, I'm gon' pull up on him and shoot him down
I been goin' through emotions, bloody emotions
Pour me a cup, I'ma nod out
Started pack smokin', good dope rollin'
Maybe Mary Jane'll help me put the pills down
Dead inside, catch a look at my ghost
I pull up in a Lambo' or 'Rari or Rolls
Got my girl by my side and they callin' us ghosts
Numb the pain, take these Percs to the mouth and the nose
I'm not a drug addict, got it all wrong
I'm just a love addict 'til my heart gone
I'm just a love addict with the love songs
You with me is where you belong
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Back on my bullshit, devil emoji
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Going through motions, muddy emotions
Back on my bullshit, devil emoji
(Hit-Boy)
Writer: Chauncey A. Hollis, Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Demonz (Interlude)
Can't ever do right, can't lose this fight, I'm already low
I think the demons are winning
I can't ever do right, I can't lose this fight, I'm already low
I think I need new beginnings
I think the demons are winning
They beat me up
Don't wish me away, wish me luck, yeah-yeah
I'll be good either way
Who am I to say what good ain't?
I'm finding my way, my way (way)
You can feel it inside you
Don't let it in, it likes you
Don't let it in, feel it inside you
Don't let it in, it likes you
I think the demons are winning
I can't ever do right, I can't lose this fight, I'm already low
I think I need new beginnings
I think the demons are winning
They beat me up
Don't wish me away, wish me luck, yeah-yeah
I'll be good either way
Who am I to say what good ain't?
I'm finding my way, my way (way)
You can feel it inside you
Don't let it in, it likes you
Don't let it in, feel it inside you
Don't let it in, it likes you
Writer: Atupele Ndisale, Christopher Brent Wood, Fabbien Kallet Nahounou, Paris Jawan Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave
Fast
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
F*cking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah
I took too many pills, count up the bills, uh
Molly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uh
Oh, last call
Oh-oh, that's gnarly
Every day I be counting up, counting up the blues
Count away, sometimes we always lose
I get high as a bitch, still the same dude
I was back then, and now I'm lost and confused
I ain't see it coming
I ain't see it coming
But it still came
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
F*cking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah
I go through so much, I'm 19 years old
It's been months since I felt at home
But it's okay 'cause I'm rich
Psych, I'm still sad as a bitch, right
I don't want nobody to think that I'm an asshole
I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise
My mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest
I blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in
I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came)
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
F*cking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah
Elevate, elevate, elevate myself
Now I'm on the ground, on the ground haven't been myself
But it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue
What happens next? Story to be continued, yeah
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
F*cking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah
This is fire, hahaha, yeah
This is fire
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
F*cking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah
I took too many pills, count up the bills, uh
Molly in my cup, I can't tell you how I feel, uh
Oh, last call
Oh-oh, that's gnarly
Every day I be counting up, counting up the blues
Count away, sometimes we always lose
I get high as a bitch, still the same dude
I was back then, and now I'm lost and confused
I ain't see it coming
I ain't see it coming
But it still came
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
F*cking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah
I go through so much, I'm 19 years old
It's been months since I felt at home
But it's okay 'cause I'm rich
Psych, I'm still sad as a bitch, right
I don't want nobody to think that I'm an asshole
I don't try to be mean on purpose, I promise
My mama taught me better than that, I'll be honest
I blame it on the drugs and this life I'm involved in
I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
I ain't see it coming (I ain't see it)
But it still came (Yeah, yeah, it still came)
I'm talkin' 'bout life, ayy (Talkin' 'bout life)
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
F*cking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah
Elevate, elevate, elevate myself
Now I'm on the ground, on the ground haven't been myself
But it's okay, it's cool, won't push the issue
What happens next? Story to be continued, yeah
I been living fast, fast, fast, fast
Feeling really bad, bad, bad, bad
Time really moves fast, fast, fast, fast
But hurry up and get in your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fad, 'ad, 'ad, 'ad
I know all these niggas gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger, I'ma die with respect, yeah
F*cking with my money, you'll get dealt like that, yeah
This is fire, hahaha, yeah
This is fire
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Andrew Wotman, Carl Austin Rosen, Jarad A. Higgins, Louis Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hear Me Calling
Ring, do you hear me calling?
(Purps On The Beat)
Me no want no drama
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Not a fighter, a lover
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
I just want you, my darling
Breakaway, and make a way to make it
Love the way you lookin' when you naked
Treat your heart just like a blunt, of OG
Roll it up, I kissed it and I smoke you
Gots to be joking
Where in the f*ck did you think you were going?
Foldin' and packin' your clothes like you ain't know I was gon' unfold it
Wine glass full of your emotions
Oh, Pinot Grigio, sippin', beautiful, heaven-soul woman
He don't know, let me know, let me
In your heart, don't you dare forget me
I'm your fan, yo' posters on my walls inside my head, yeah, yeah
I'm your fan, yo' posters on my walls inside my head, yeah
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Not a fighter, a lover
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
I just want you, my darling
You drive me insane, no girl make me feel this way
Wait girl, you got your ways, girl you are my getaway
Wait, let me keep you safe
In exchange, give me brain brain
You my main thing, turn around, bang bang
Hit the beach in LA like you a beach ball
Me and you in the Lambo truck, you start it up and skrrt off
We park after dark at the park by the mansion, take your skirt off
Oh, me can't wait to get all up inside of it
My heart is racing, every time I'm tastin' it
Wait until the drugs fade out
Hate making love when I'm faded
That's because I wanna feel it
Girl, you give me the best feelin'
Yes, girl you're the best, take away stress, love me to death
Even when I'm a mess
Ring, do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Not a fighter, a lover
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
I just want you, my darling
Ring, do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Ring, do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
(Purps On The Beat)
Me no want no drama
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Not a fighter, a lover
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
I just want you, my darling
Breakaway, and make a way to make it
Love the way you lookin' when you naked
Treat your heart just like a blunt, of OG
Roll it up, I kissed it and I smoke you
Gots to be joking
Where in the f*ck did you think you were going?
Foldin' and packin' your clothes like you ain't know I was gon' unfold it
Wine glass full of your emotions
Oh, Pinot Grigio, sippin', beautiful, heaven-soul woman
He don't know, let me know, let me
In your heart, don't you dare forget me
I'm your fan, yo' posters on my walls inside my head, yeah, yeah
I'm your fan, yo' posters on my walls inside my head, yeah
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Not a fighter, a lover
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
I just want you, my darling
You drive me insane, no girl make me feel this way
Wait girl, you got your ways, girl you are my getaway
Wait, let me keep you safe
In exchange, give me brain brain
You my main thing, turn around, bang bang
Hit the beach in LA like you a beach ball
Me and you in the Lambo truck, you start it up and skrrt off
We park after dark at the park by the mansion, take your skirt off
Oh, me can't wait to get all up inside of it
My heart is racing, every time I'm tastin' it
Wait until the drugs fade out
Hate making love when I'm faded
That's because I wanna feel it
Girl, you give me the best feelin'
Yes, girl you're the best, take away stress, love me to death
Even when I'm a mess
Ring, do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Not a fighter, a lover
Do you hear me calling?
Do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
I just want you, my darling
Ring, do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Ring, do you hear me calling?
Me no want no drama
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nathaniel Casserta
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Big
Hmm, uh-huh
(Hit-Boy)
Bitch
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
F*ck nigga
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Metta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the f*ck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his breaks
I ain't Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (let's go)
She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?
F*ck is you doin' here? Why is you shootin' here?
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé
Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I'ma still get laid (smash, smash, smash)
Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed (smash, smash, smash)
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it)
Chicago shit, Chicago nigga
F*ckin' with a Philadelphia bitch
Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn't tick
Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a f*ck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't forget shit
You don't know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in
Man, I don't forget shit
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Meta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the f*ck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah
(Hit-Boy)
Bitch
Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy
I done, I done made it
I done made it, made it, yeah
I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though
Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit
F*ck nigga
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Metta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the f*ck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay
If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face
50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate
I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his breaks
I ain't Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang
We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah
I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (let's go)
She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?
F*ck is you doin' here? Why is you shootin' here?
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah
Yeah, away, away, away, away, away
You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé
Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame
Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I'ma still get laid (smash, smash, smash)
Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed (smash, smash, smash)
I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it)
Chicago shit, Chicago nigga
F*ckin' with a Philadelphia bitch
Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn't tick
Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a f*ck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't forget shit
You don't know when to stand
You got it bad, man, come in, oh
Oh, baby, come in
Man, I don't forget shit
Uh, yeah
I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse
Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best
I done Meta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest
I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec
Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest
Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah
I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project
Picasso, I paint that, where the f*ck is the bank at?
Army sergeant, no rank, yeah
Writer: Nikko, Alex Lewis, Chauncey A. Hollis, Dustin James Corbett, Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Robbery
Man, what? (Haha)
This shit funny
I was like, "Oof this Hennessy strong as f*ck, boy"
She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (Nobody)
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast)
So I'm making it worse (Making it worse)
Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past
I'm a whole different person (A whole different person)
It's a gift and a curse (A gift and a curse)
But I cannot reverse it
I can't reverse it
It was a gift and a curse
And now I'm drinking too much, so I'ma talk with a slur
Last time I saw you it ended in a blur
I woke up in a hearse
She said, "You loved me first" (First)
One thing my dad told me was, "Never let your woman know when you're insecure"
So I put Gucci on the fur
And I put my wrist on iceberg
One thing my heart tells me is, "Flex on a hoe every time they're insecure"
I guess you came through
I'm running from you
Was your love for real? (For real? For real?)
Is your love really true?
She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (Nobody)
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast)
So I'm making it worse (Making it worse)
Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past
I'm a whole different person (A whole different person)
It's a gift and a curse (A gift and a curse)
But I cannot reverse it
You gave me the runaround
I really hate the runaround
You really got me paranoid
I always keep a gun around
You always give me butterflies
When you come around
When you come around
When you come around
You let me know love is not the answer
Not the answer, not the answer
I love to do drugs so mind my manners
I get high when you don't decide to answer
Phone home, I need to phone home
I'm throwing rocks at your window, I need to go home
I don't wanna leave
I just wanna be with you
You, you, you
She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (Nobody)
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast)
So I'm making it worse (Making it worse)
Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past
I'm a whole different person (A whole different person)
It's a gift and a curse (A gift and a curse)
But I cannot reverse it
This shit funny
I was like, "Oof this Hennessy strong as f*ck, boy"
She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (Nobody)
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast)
So I'm making it worse (Making it worse)
Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past
I'm a whole different person (A whole different person)
It's a gift and a curse (A gift and a curse)
But I cannot reverse it
I can't reverse it
It was a gift and a curse
And now I'm drinking too much, so I'ma talk with a slur
Last time I saw you it ended in a blur
I woke up in a hearse
She said, "You loved me first" (First)
One thing my dad told me was, "Never let your woman know when you're insecure"
So I put Gucci on the fur
And I put my wrist on iceberg
One thing my heart tells me is, "Flex on a hoe every time they're insecure"
I guess you came through
I'm running from you
Was your love for real? (For real? For real?)
Is your love really true?
She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (Nobody)
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast)
So I'm making it worse (Making it worse)
Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past
I'm a whole different person (A whole different person)
It's a gift and a curse (A gift and a curse)
But I cannot reverse it
You gave me the runaround
I really hate the runaround
You really got me paranoid
I always keep a gun around
You always give me butterflies
When you come around
When you come around
When you come around
You let me know love is not the answer
Not the answer, not the answer
I love to do drugs so mind my manners
I get high when you don't decide to answer
Phone home, I need to phone home
I'm throwing rocks at your window, I need to go home
I don't wanna leave
I just wanna be with you
You, you, you
She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag)
And nobody gets hurt (Nobody)
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast)
So I'm making it worse (Making it worse)
Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past
I'm a whole different person (A whole different person)
It's a gift and a curse (A gift and a curse)
But I cannot reverse it
Writer: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jarad A Higgins, Nicholas Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Flaws and Sins
Vibe on this bitch, though
A lighter
Nah, in the room
Oh
Uh-huh
You work numbers, work wonders
You done woke me up from my eternal slumber
I'm the lightning, you're the thunder
There's a difference 'tween, "I need you," and, "I want you"
Girl, I need you
Good sex led to conversations getting a little deeper, uh
Tell me your darkest secrets, shit you wouldn't even tell Jesus, uh
My karma been tweaking so much, I don't even believe in karma
But you give me a reason to thank God for all these recent falls
Percocet 30, he ate, all them getting off
I done chilled out on the drugs since you've been involved
Suck it like it's law, f*ck me like it's law
No protection on my heart, God damnit, I'm gon' hit it raw
Traumatized from my past, yeah, I keep a log
In my mind, in my head, where that shit belong
They say you after my bread, shit, I hope they wrong
You already ran up the bands, we could have a ball
Hit it from the back, humina, call a play, huddle up
This that good love in the bedroom
F*ck you in the Prada, poke her face like Lady Gaga
Ride it like a Mazda, zoom zoom zoom
I'm all, I'm really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
Ain't that a weird way to give compliments?
I'm all I'm really all in
I fell in love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
I see light in all the darkness
Whoa
'Atta boy, I done turned to a man
Hot chills when my skin is on your skin
Hope that you know that if you ever try to end
You gon' catch a couple out the F&N
That mean Cupid ain't give you a headshot
So I ain't got no choice but to leave you with a headshot
Look at the way I make that f*cking bed rock, uh
Where your ring finger at? I need wedlock
Got my sights on your ass, ooh, red dot
We some bats that made it out of Hell, ooh, red hot
Don't, ayy, go all night, bitch, don't stop
We ain't even gon' be finished 'til the sun's out
I'm all, I'm really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
Ain't that a weird way of giving compliments?
I'm all, I'm really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
That's my way of giving compliments
I'm all, I'm really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
Ain't that a weird way to give compliments?
I'm all, I'm really all in
I fell in love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
I see light in all the darkness
A lighter
Nah, in the room
Oh
Uh-huh
You work numbers, work wonders
You done woke me up from my eternal slumber
I'm the lightning, you're the thunder
There's a difference 'tween, "I need you," and, "I want you"
Girl, I need you
Good sex led to conversations getting a little deeper, uh
Tell me your darkest secrets, shit you wouldn't even tell Jesus, uh
My karma been tweaking so much, I don't even believe in karma
But you give me a reason to thank God for all these recent falls
Percocet 30, he ate, all them getting off
I done chilled out on the drugs since you've been involved
Suck it like it's law, f*ck me like it's law
No protection on my heart, God damnit, I'm gon' hit it raw
Traumatized from my past, yeah, I keep a log
In my mind, in my head, where that shit belong
They say you after my bread, shit, I hope they wrong
You already ran up the bands, we could have a ball
Hit it from the back, humina, call a play, huddle up
This that good love in the bedroom
F*ck you in the Prada, poke her face like Lady Gaga
Ride it like a Mazda, zoom zoom zoom
I'm all, I'm really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
Ain't that a weird way to give compliments?
I'm all I'm really all in
I fell in love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
I see light in all the darkness
Whoa
'Atta boy, I done turned to a man
Hot chills when my skin is on your skin
Hope that you know that if you ever try to end
You gon' catch a couple out the F&N
That mean Cupid ain't give you a headshot
So I ain't got no choice but to leave you with a headshot
Look at the way I make that f*cking bed rock, uh
Where your ring finger at? I need wedlock
Got my sights on your ass, ooh, red dot
We some bats that made it out of Hell, ooh, red hot
Don't, ayy, go all night, bitch, don't stop
We ain't even gon' be finished 'til the sun's out
I'm all, I'm really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
Ain't that a weird way of giving compliments?
I'm all, I'm really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
That's my way of giving compliments
I'm all, I'm really all in
In love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
Ain't that a weird way to give compliments?
I'm all, I'm really all in
I fell in love with all your flaws and sins
Your scars are really gorgeous
I see light in all the darkness
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nicholas Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Feeling
This the one take gang, this the next lil'
This the one take gang song (Yeah, uh-huh)
Perc' give me a feelin'
My girl just walked into the building
Huh, uh
Percs give me a feeling, I feel it (I feel it, ayy)
Percs give me a feeling, I feel it (Man, goddamn)
Black card, hey
I got a feeling
Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh
Problems, I numb and conceal them
Kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them
I just walked in the building
Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million
I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions
Disregard civilians
Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion
I reek of good vibes
Smokin' on reefer, I'm high
Percocet fever
The type of pill to make you scratch until your nails gone (yeah, yeah)
Drugs in my head, you heard what I said
No five, no ten, no fifteen, twenty, just Perc-30's in my meds
I told my mama I'm here to stay, no, she won't catch me dead
I'm too much of an idol, nigga, no Ryan Seacrest
Do it by my V-lone, 'lone
(This is about you, not me)
Alone, alone, alone (slatt)
I got a feeling
Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh
Problems, I numb and conceal them
Kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them
I just walked in the building
Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million
I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions
Disregard civilians
Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion
'Til I get a house with a moat and a pavilion
Walked into your building, nigga, I'm a villain
Feel like Dragon Ball, bitch, I'm Goku and you Krillin
Bickin' back, I'm boolin', these niggas be chillin'
All up in they feelings, me, I'm just winning
W-I-N-N-I-N-G (spell it)
Boy, it's ain't no "I" in team but it's an "M-E" in team (f*ck)
I meant it's a "me" in team (yeah)
I know I just f*cked up, but bitch, I'm still the freestyle king, whoa
Her pussy wetter than olive oil, my watch cost a hundred more
My new girl a Lamborghin', your girl a Honda Accord
Mama told me I gotta stay focused, told her I am not a Ford
Focused, you notice when it disappear like hocus pocus
I got a feeling
Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh
Problems, I numb and conceal them
Kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them
I just walked in the building
Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million
I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions
Disregard civilians
Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
This the one take gang song (Yeah, uh-huh)
Perc' give me a feelin'
My girl just walked into the building
Huh, uh
Percs give me a feeling, I feel it (I feel it, ayy)
Percs give me a feeling, I feel it (Man, goddamn)
Black card, hey
I got a feeling
Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh
Problems, I numb and conceal them
Kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them
I just walked in the building
Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million
I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions
Disregard civilians
Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion
I reek of good vibes
Smokin' on reefer, I'm high
Percocet fever
The type of pill to make you scratch until your nails gone (yeah, yeah)
Drugs in my head, you heard what I said
No five, no ten, no fifteen, twenty, just Perc-30's in my meds
I told my mama I'm here to stay, no, she won't catch me dead
I'm too much of an idol, nigga, no Ryan Seacrest
Do it by my V-lone, 'lone
(This is about you, not me)
Alone, alone, alone (slatt)
I got a feeling
Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh
Problems, I numb and conceal them
Kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them
I just walked in the building
Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million
I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions
Disregard civilians
Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion
'Til I get a house with a moat and a pavilion
Walked into your building, nigga, I'm a villain
Feel like Dragon Ball, bitch, I'm Goku and you Krillin
Bickin' back, I'm boolin', these niggas be chillin'
All up in they feelings, me, I'm just winning
W-I-N-N-I-N-G (spell it)
Boy, it's ain't no "I" in team but it's an "M-E" in team (f*ck)
I meant it's a "me" in team (yeah)
I know I just f*cked up, but bitch, I'm still the freestyle king, whoa
Her pussy wetter than olive oil, my watch cost a hundred more
My new girl a Lamborghin', your girl a Honda Accord
Mama told me I gotta stay focused, told her I am not a Ford
Focused, you notice when it disappear like hocus pocus
I got a feeling
Percs help me feel it, I feel it, uh
Problems, I numb and conceal them
Kinda like my feelings, but I still feel them
I just walked in the building
Look like a million, but I'm worth more than a million
I don't need no Ritalin, I'm focused on the millions
Disregard civilians
Until I get a house with a moat and a pavilion (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Writer: Dorien Theus, Jarad Higgins, Nicholas Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Syphilis
Yung Exclusive
That Kel-Tec kick, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh (ok, ok, ok, ok)
Yeah, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh (ok, ok, ok, ok)
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
New Kel-Tec, bitch, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
Disrespect then I'm gon' take your breath, uh, uh, uh
In the trap, whip crack and crystal meth, uh, uh, uh
In a sec', intercept, cut your stom', case you say shit
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my blick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' f*ck your face with it
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my glick
On my gun is a dick, I'm gon' f*ck your face with it, uh
And her pussy wet, huh, just like a slip n' slide
She gon' let me f*ck, huh, yeah, I get inside
Chopper heat seeker, run, but you can't hide
Police on my ass, buckle up, let's go for a ride, ayy
Codeine with the Percs, take too many, feel like I'ma die, ayy
I can't go out like that, ain't tryna make my mama cry, ayy
Chopper with a thirty in that, I pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy
I can change anything, got them Obama eyes, ayy
Bitch I be sicker than syphilis
F*ck nigga trippin' and I'ma get rid of 'em, uh
My eyes go blacker than licorice
I hit a lick and I ended up killin' 'em, uh
She tell me I taste just like a lollipop
She can't stop lickin' me, uh
Bitch I'm the GOAT, bitch, you suck
You wanna fight? Bitch, what's up?
Um, every day I'm on go mode with a four-oh up in my pants
Slump off of the Percs and the codeine, no more can I ever do Xans
Um, I take drugs when I'm copin', uh
Mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
Niggas in jail droppin' the soap like what?
I heard that that was your homie, yeah
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my blick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' f*ck your face with it
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my glick
On my gun is a dick, I'm gon' f*ck your face with it, uh
Haha, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, okay, okay okay okay
Huh, yeah, huh
F*ck all these other goofy ass niggas, man
F*ck all these f*ck niggas
Ain't trippin' off no regular old bitch
Uh-uh, No Limit Gang, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Double that, yeah, huh, triple that, yeah, huh
Yeah, quadruple that, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
One more, that's five times platinum, huh, yeah
That Kel-Tec kick, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh (ok, ok, ok, ok)
Yeah, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh (ok, ok, ok, ok)
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
New Kel-Tec, bitch, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
Disrespect then I'm gon' take your breath, uh, uh, uh
In the trap, whip crack and crystal meth, uh, uh, uh
In a sec', intercept, cut your stom', case you say shit
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my blick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' f*ck your face with it
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my glick
On my gun is a dick, I'm gon' f*ck your face with it, uh
And her pussy wet, huh, just like a slip n' slide
She gon' let me f*ck, huh, yeah, I get inside
Chopper heat seeker, run, but you can't hide
Police on my ass, buckle up, let's go for a ride, ayy
Codeine with the Percs, take too many, feel like I'ma die, ayy
I can't go out like that, ain't tryna make my mama cry, ayy
Chopper with a thirty in that, I pull up on him, leave him traumatized, ayy
I can change anything, got them Obama eyes, ayy
Bitch I be sicker than syphilis
F*ck nigga trippin' and I'ma get rid of 'em, uh
My eyes go blacker than licorice
I hit a lick and I ended up killin' 'em, uh
She tell me I taste just like a lollipop
She can't stop lickin' me, uh
Bitch I'm the GOAT, bitch, you suck
You wanna fight? Bitch, what's up?
Um, every day I'm on go mode with a four-oh up in my pants
Slump off of the Percs and the codeine, no more can I ever do Xans
Um, I take drugs when I'm copin', uh
Mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
Niggas in jail droppin' the soap like what?
I heard that that was your homie, yeah
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my blick
On that gun is a dick, I'm gon' f*ck your face with it
I got lean in my piss, I got beams on my glick
On my gun is a dick, I'm gon' f*ck your face with it, uh
Haha, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, okay, okay okay okay
Huh, yeah, huh
F*ck all these other goofy ass niggas, man
F*ck all these f*ck niggas
Ain't trippin' off no regular old bitch
Uh-uh, No Limit Gang, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Double that, yeah, huh, triple that, yeah, huh
Yeah, quadruple that, huh, yeah, huh, yeah
One more, that's five times platinum, huh, yeah
Writer: Daveon Jackson, Jarad Higgins, Ronald Latour
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Who Shot Cupid?
Ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Bitches on me, that's often
Doin' them beans often
Purps on the beat
She know me well, well, well, she know me well (uh-huh)
Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (uh-huh)
All the drugs I did, it was worth it (yeah)
Super worth it (uh)
Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (yeah)
Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (yeah)
I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (yeah)
I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ain't gon' do this, not again
Gucci cardigan, I'm the flyest gent
I found out what the problem is, breakin' promises
It was the both of us
Oh, all girls the same, same, same
Two blue pills to the brain, brain, brain
Yeah, I kinda miss your brain
And I bet you miss my face
She know me well, well, well, she know me well (uh-huh)
Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (uh-huh)
All the drugs I did, it was worth it (yeah)
Super worth it (uh)
Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (yeah)
Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (yeah)
I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (yeah)
I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'll bet I'll never die again
Bullets fly again, Cupid hit his target
Guess he's been target practicin'
Devils panickin', it makes it worse for my heart
Oh, girls aren't the same, same, same
But it's still two pills to the brain, brain, brain
I hope you never change, change, change
I also hope we put the drugs away
Well, well, well, well
She do me well
I hope she loves me for real
'Cause I been through hell
All the drugs I did
They weren't worth it, now I'm worthless
I hope my new lady thinks I'm perfect
Sometimes I feel like that she'll be better off
Without me but without her I would die, oh
I would die, oh
She know me well, well, well, she know me well (uh-huh)
Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (uh-huh)
All the drugs I did, it was worth it (yeah)
Super worth it (uh)
Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (yeah)
Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (yeah)
I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (yeah)
I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Bitches on me, that's often
Doin' them beans often
Purps on the beat
She know me well, well, well, she know me well (uh-huh)
Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (uh-huh)
All the drugs I did, it was worth it (yeah)
Super worth it (uh)
Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (yeah)
Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (yeah)
I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (yeah)
I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We ain't gon' do this, not again
Gucci cardigan, I'm the flyest gent
I found out what the problem is, breakin' promises
It was the both of us
Oh, all girls the same, same, same
Two blue pills to the brain, brain, brain
Yeah, I kinda miss your brain
And I bet you miss my face
She know me well, well, well, she know me well (uh-huh)
Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (uh-huh)
All the drugs I did, it was worth it (yeah)
Super worth it (uh)
Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (yeah)
Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (yeah)
I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (yeah)
I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'll bet I'll never die again
Bullets fly again, Cupid hit his target
Guess he's been target practicin'
Devils panickin', it makes it worse for my heart
Oh, girls aren't the same, same, same
But it's still two pills to the brain, brain, brain
I hope you never change, change, change
I also hope we put the drugs away
Well, well, well, well
She do me well
I hope she loves me for real
'Cause I been through hell
All the drugs I did
They weren't worth it, now I'm worthless
I hope my new lady thinks I'm perfect
Sometimes I feel like that she'll be better off
Without me but without her I would die, oh
I would die, oh
She know me well, well, well, she know me well (uh-huh)
Told me she loved me still, bitch, go to hell (uh-huh)
All the drugs I did, it was worth it (yeah)
Super worth it (uh)
Tell me why you had me feelin' worthless (yeah)
Now your heart broken, you need a surgeon (yeah)
I know one thing for sure, one thing for certain (yeah)
I know one thing's for sure, one thing's for certain (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nathaniel Casserta
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, SMALLBUTBIG MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ring Ring
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
I wish everyone would leave me alone
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Ring, ring-ring
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Everyone should just leave me alone
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
But I don't feel like bein' alone
I can't deal with the chills on my own
Freezin' all night long
I can't tell what's real or where I belong
Uh, day-to-day same thoughts
This is all the devil's fault
I ain't mean to name drop
Off three, I pop, all three, I'm off, all three
Should make it four like the rings on my Audi
Xans with the Everclear got me seein' foggy
Ironic how somethin' clear got me seein' foggy
Something ain't right 'bout the pills but I bought them
Something ain't right with my mind so I lost it
Drugs turn my knob, then I run, that's a faucet
But it ain't water, it's wine
I'm tired, I'm tired of gettin' high, it's exhausting
I was told it gets better with time
Ring, ring-ring
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Everyone should just leave me alone
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
But I don't feel like bein' alone
I can't deal with the chills on my own
Freezin' all night long
I can't tell what's real or where I belong
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Unless a Postmates' comin' on the way
But my cellphone isn't well-known
Go the hell on
"Pretty please, get me these
Buy me this, buy me that," bitch, hit your knees
I wasn't prepared for a guest
I'm aware of the stress, I don't care to impress
Can't you see that I am high on drugs?
And low on the sleep
I just wanna go somewhere and count my sheep
I'm tired, I'm tired
Gettin' high is exhausting
But I was told it gets better with time
Ring, ring-ring
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Everyone should just leave me alone
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
But I don't feel like bein' alone
I can't deal with the chills on my own
Freezin' all night long
I can't tell what's real or where I belong
I wish everyone would leave me alone
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Ring, ring-ring
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Everyone should just leave me alone
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
But I don't feel like bein' alone
I can't deal with the chills on my own
Freezin' all night long
I can't tell what's real or where I belong
Uh, day-to-day same thoughts
This is all the devil's fault
I ain't mean to name drop
Off three, I pop, all three, I'm off, all three
Should make it four like the rings on my Audi
Xans with the Everclear got me seein' foggy
Ironic how somethin' clear got me seein' foggy
Something ain't right 'bout the pills but I bought them
Something ain't right with my mind so I lost it
Drugs turn my knob, then I run, that's a faucet
But it ain't water, it's wine
I'm tired, I'm tired of gettin' high, it's exhausting
I was told it gets better with time
Ring, ring-ring
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Everyone should just leave me alone
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
But I don't feel like bein' alone
I can't deal with the chills on my own
Freezin' all night long
I can't tell what's real or where I belong
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Unless a Postmates' comin' on the way
But my cellphone isn't well-known
Go the hell on
"Pretty please, get me these
Buy me this, buy me that," bitch, hit your knees
I wasn't prepared for a guest
I'm aware of the stress, I don't care to impress
Can't you see that I am high on drugs?
And low on the sleep
I just wanna go somewhere and count my sheep
I'm tired, I'm tired
Gettin' high is exhausting
But I was told it gets better with time
Ring, ring-ring
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
Everyone should just leave me alone
I don't feel like comin' to the phone today
But I don't feel like bein' alone
I can't deal with the chills on my own
Freezin' all night long
I can't tell what's real or where I belong
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Joshua Huie, Kevin Thomas, Stephen McGregor, Tarik Johnston
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Desire
The girl in my dream
The girl from my dream
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
The girl of my dreams
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
If I'm bein' honest, let me be honest
Baby, we're beyond this
All these petty arguments
A plus and a minus
The feeling is timeless
Yeah I f*cked up in the past but let's put it behind us, yeah
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your name across the galaxy
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your name across the galaxy
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Now the universe know that I'm on the same goddamn thing
Her name in my brain
I'll never leave her alone, no way
No you can't go back home, you're with me
When you're not here, can't sleep, can't breathe, can't think
I can't seem to think of a world without we
Vision cloudy, you need me
I need you more
The girl in my dream
The girl from my dream
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
The girl of my dreams
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your name across the galaxy
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your name across the galaxy
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
The girl from my dream
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
The girl of my dreams
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
If I'm bein' honest, let me be honest
Baby, we're beyond this
All these petty arguments
A plus and a minus
The feeling is timeless
Yeah I f*cked up in the past but let's put it behind us, yeah
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your name across the galaxy
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your name across the galaxy
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Now the universe know that I'm on the same goddamn thing
Her name in my brain
I'll never leave her alone, no way
No you can't go back home, you're with me
When you're not here, can't sleep, can't breathe, can't think
I can't seem to think of a world without we
Vision cloudy, you need me
I need you more
The girl in my dream
The girl from my dream
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
The girl of my dreams
Is sittin' right next to me, next to me
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your name across the galaxy
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Shout your name in hills in the valley
Whole world's gonna know you love me
Scream your name across the galaxy
Now the universe know that I'm on the same thing
Writer: Jarad Higgins, Nathaniel Casserta
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Out My Way
Ayy, we up, ayy
Max, c'mon we gotta do one take and shit
I don't even need no lean so pump it up
Uh, yeah, count it, yeah
New nigga on the block, yeah I got my Glocky
Look like I've been locked up, arms kinda stocky
Wrist on rocky, wish a nigga tried to stop me
Usain Bolt with the glizzy it's a track meet
Make him take off like Migos
In the kitchen whippin' up the bricks, servin' kilos
If I gotta get in your door I pick the key-hole
Full of shit, bitches, boy these hoes like A-holes
Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the Pesos
Gettin' bankrolls, sayin' RIP to Bankroll, keep the dank rolled
Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin', ayy
Stevie Wonder, it's gonna take away my vision, ayy
Double 07, with that Glock, I got precision, ayy
You be talkin' 'bout the shit, when I been did it, ayy
Free my niggas in that jam (yeah)
I don't give a shit, and I don't give a Hoover damn
Last bitch said I wasn't shit, she wanna let me cram (bitch)
Hit it from the back, oh yes, ah yeah
Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, Sam-I-Am
I had a feelin' they was gon' switch up, Will I Am
Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand
Clean nigga, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance
Broke nigga, I got rich and now I do the money dance
Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance
On the dick, for a trick, then after that she f*cked her friend
I ain't gonna trick off no bitch, I don't pay, I just get in
I ain't really usually the one to be talking my shit, but
I think I'm finna talk my shit one time for the one time
Two times, maybe a few times
Ruinin' careers, man this shit easy
What my nigga Davis say, this shit beyond me, yo, ayy
Okay I'm back in, getting it crackin', with ya broad
After she helped me get my rocks off, she f*cked the squad
They think I'm a bitch because they heard the sad songs, that's a façade
I'm on them niggas that'll have an atheist screamin' out to God
I don't want no problems, really, I'm just tryna get my sack up
But if it's a problem, bruh gon' come and shoot you from the neck up
That bitch a lil' giraffe the way she bend over and neck us
Got killers, Texas silver black berettas if they disrespect us
Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way (f*ck out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way (bitch, way)
Out my way, way, way, way (get the f*ck out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way (bitch, way)
Out my way, way, way, way (get the f*ck out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way (c'mon)
Out my way, way, way, way, c'mon (get the f*ck out my way)
Max, c'mon we gotta do one take and shit
I don't even need no lean so pump it up
Uh, yeah, count it, yeah
New nigga on the block, yeah I got my Glocky
Look like I've been locked up, arms kinda stocky
Wrist on rocky, wish a nigga tried to stop me
Usain Bolt with the glizzy it's a track meet
Make him take off like Migos
In the kitchen whippin' up the bricks, servin' kilos
If I gotta get in your door I pick the key-hole
Full of shit, bitches, boy these hoes like A-holes
Every day I wake up, thinkin' 'bout the Pesos
Gettin' bankrolls, sayin' RIP to Bankroll, keep the dank rolled
Codeine in the double cup I'm sippin', ayy
Stevie Wonder, it's gonna take away my vision, ayy
Double 07, with that Glock, I got precision, ayy
You be talkin' 'bout the shit, when I been did it, ayy
Free my niggas in that jam (yeah)
I don't give a shit, and I don't give a Hoover damn
Last bitch said I wasn't shit, she wanna let me cram (bitch)
Hit it from the back, oh yes, ah yeah
Chopper make your brains turn to eggs, Sam-I-Am
I had a feelin' they was gon' switch up, Will I Am
Two pints of Wockhardt, sealed up, in my hand
Clean nigga, but I'm sippin' 'til I do the muddy dance
Broke nigga, I got rich and now I do the money dance
Feel like Hugh Hefner, these bitches finna do the bunny dance
On the dick, for a trick, then after that she f*cked her friend
I ain't gonna trick off no bitch, I don't pay, I just get in
I ain't really usually the one to be talking my shit, but
I think I'm finna talk my shit one time for the one time
Two times, maybe a few times
Ruinin' careers, man this shit easy
What my nigga Davis say, this shit beyond me, yo, ayy
Okay I'm back in, getting it crackin', with ya broad
After she helped me get my rocks off, she f*cked the squad
They think I'm a bitch because they heard the sad songs, that's a façade
I'm on them niggas that'll have an atheist screamin' out to God
I don't want no problems, really, I'm just tryna get my sack up
But if it's a problem, bruh gon' come and shoot you from the neck up
That bitch a lil' giraffe the way she bend over and neck us
Got killers, Texas silver black berettas if they disrespect us
Way, way, way, way, way, way
Out my way, way, way, way (f*ck out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way (bitch, way)
Out my way, way, way, way (get the f*ck out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way (bitch, way)
Out my way, way, way, way (get the f*ck out my way)
Way, way, way, way, way, way (c'mon)
Out my way, way, way, way, c'mon (get the f*ck out my way)
Writer: Chauncey A. Hollis, Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
The Bees Knees
Let's go, let's go
Chasing the lean
Let's go (Okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let's do it
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay
It's my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he's the shit, words from my peers
Don't like me, you can suck a dick, that's how it goes around here
Cowboy, oh yeah, big shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna f*ck me, bitch, then f*ck me (let's do it)
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (let's do it)
These niggas really want me dead (c'mon)
I don't really think they that lucky (c'mon)
I told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it (whoa)
I wouldn't lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn't lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn't lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
And I ain't never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
A sexual eruption (Smash)
Open up them legs, I'm hungry
Bank account eruptin' (Yeah)
I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (C'mon)
I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Let's go)
But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (All white)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (F*ck 12, f*ck 12, f*ck 12)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it's a wave, nigga, I'm a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin' about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I'm AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein' afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin' involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain't gon' shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I'ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I'm a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin' a thot, boy, givin' 'em top where they brain is
I'm a rockstar lifestyle livin', dirt bike ridin', totin' stainless, I aim big
Bank account eruptin'
I need me a safe or something (I do)
I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (Rape my wrist)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (I know it, yeah)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades
Let me switch it up on y'all f*ck niggas, haha
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Uh (Let's go)
Double cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
It don't matter how f*cked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I'm the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees (the bees knees), I am
The bees knees (the bees knees), bitch, I am
The bees knees
It's hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can't afford loyalty
'Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It's child's play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am
OC
Never do coke, no, f*ck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin' 'thrax
Countin' up the racks, bitch, I'm the bees knees
I'm OC
Never do coke, no, f*ck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin' 'thrax
Countin' up these racks, I'm the bees knees (I am the bees knees)
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin' that talk
'Cause you talkin' to a boss
That's real
My fault, I'm high
A death race for love
I ain't just racin' for love though (No I'm not)
My heart racin'
My money racin' (facts), my mind racin' (facts)
All black diamonds like I'm racist (huh, you dig?)
"Lucid Dreams" still on your bitch playlist (yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin' like, "How could she say this?"
Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
Smokin' 'thrax, countin' racks (bees knees)
No f*ck racks, need a black card
That's how I'm gon' show you I'm hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
(Talk that talk, Juice, stop f*ckin' with these niggas)
I'm a businessman, so that mean I'm 'bout my business, man
Preach, Amen
(A businessman, I'm a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
ID got that shit, this boy got that shit
(No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees
Chasing the lean
Let's go (Okay, okay)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
Let's do it
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
Ran into my main thing
Come take this dick and you can stay
It's my year, year, year, codeine sip, no beer
Holy shit, he's the shit, words from my peers
Don't like me, you can suck a dick, that's how it goes around here
Cowboy, oh yeah, big shooter in the air
Drunky
You wanna f*ck me, bitch, then f*ck me (let's do it)
You wanna kill me, nigga, then buck me (let's do it)
These niggas really want me dead (c'mon)
I don't really think they that lucky (c'mon)
I told my bitch I love her (I did)
I hope she think I mean it (whoa)
I wouldn't lie about that shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn't lie about street shit, trust me (At all)
I wouldn't lie about drug shit, trust me (Oh no)
See that drug shit hide the ugly (Oh no)
And I ain't never been ugly, trust me (Oh no)
Dicked up in her brain, concussion (Uh-huh)
We had a Snoop Dogg discussion (We did)
A sexual eruption (Smash)
Open up them legs, I'm hungry
Bank account eruptin' (Yeah)
I need me a safe or something (Yeah)
I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (C'mon)
I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Let's go)
But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Skrrt)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (All white)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Uh)
Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (F*ck 12, f*ck 12, f*ck 12)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades
Wait wait wait, wait wait wait, nigga, wait
Nigga, it's a wave, nigga, I'm a wave, you a slave
To these chains, forgettin' about the road our forefathers paved
But hey, who am I to talk? I'm AP gang, a hundred fifty on my wrist, no case
Used to bein' afraid, uh, coke on the dinner plate, uh
Brand new China set for the house, Versace dinner plates, uh
What your mama tell you about gettin' involved?
You got you a gun but you still too soft
You ain't gon' shoot that bitch at all
If I got it on me, I'ma let that bitch off
Hot boy, young Lil Wayne shit, you see the socks boy
Plus I'm a Glock boy, new clip
Huggin' a thot, boy, givin' 'em top where they brain is
I'm a rockstar lifestyle livin', dirt bike ridin', totin' stainless, I aim big
Bank account eruptin'
I need me a safe or something (I do)
I'm a dirt bike riding junkie (Uh-huh)
I don't need that Wraith for nothing (Skrrt skrrt)
But it's a Wraith on my wrist or somethin' (Wrist)
Hoes wanna rape my wrist or somethin' (Rape my wrist)
Cops wanna raid my crib for nothing (Raid my crib)
Just 'cause we black, that's how they comin' (I know it, yeah)
Chasing the lean, rotting my brain, honestly
Drugs the only thing that's faithful to me, sorry to say
Groupie hoes wanna come my way
Come take this pic and get out my face
That champagne glass on my kitchen counter
That's codeine in it, no Ace of Spades
Let me switch it up on y'all f*ck niggas, haha
Dawn in denial, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Uh (Let's go)
Double cup pleasure (Double)
Can I feel this way forever? (Forever)
It don't matter how f*cked up I get off of the drugs
Still giving my effort, all my effort
Phone line going AWOL, I'm the plug now
They act like my music is the new drug in town
The bees knees (the bees knees), I am
The bees knees (the bees knees), bitch, I am
The bees knees
It's hard for these hoes to stay away
Now I got money, I can't afford loyalty
'Cause who the hell gotta pay for loyalty? Hey
To do what I do, you need a whole team
It's child's play to me, hey
The bees knees, I am
The bees knees, I am
OC
Never do coke, no, f*ck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Benz, smokin' 'thrax
Countin' up the racks, bitch, I'm the bees knees
I'm OC
Never do coke, no, f*ck a nosebleed
Bentley white guts, cocaine, no seats
Dust in the Bentley, smokin' 'thrax
Countin' up these racks, I'm the bees knees (I am the bees knees)
Hah, hah
Niggas not ready for this shit, homie
Listen to Juice talk, he talkin' that talk
'Cause you talkin' to a boss
That's real
My fault, I'm high
A death race for love
I ain't just racin' for love though (No I'm not)
My heart racin'
My money racin' (facts), my mind racin' (facts)
All black diamonds like I'm racist (huh, you dig?)
"Lucid Dreams" still on your bitch playlist (yes sir)
I took her and smiled and you lookin' like, "How could she say this?"
Timeless music bitch (Thank God for me, me, me)
Smokin' 'thrax, countin' racks (bees knees)
No f*ck racks, need a black card
That's how I'm gon' show you I'm hard
Yeah where the Percs at now?
(Talk that talk, Juice, stop f*ckin' with these niggas)
I'm a businessman, so that mean I'm 'bout my business, man
Preach, Amen
(A businessman, I'm a businessman, nigga, a businessman, nigga)
ID got that shit, this boy got that shit
(No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap)
I know y'all seen them old videos of Dream Team playin' basketball (Michael Jordan, Game 6, yeah yeah)
We just ran a three man weave
The bees knees
Writer: Bryan Yepes, Chauncey A. Hollis, Dewayne Julius Jr. Rogers, Ernest Wilson, Jarad Higgins, Ryan Alex Martinez
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
ON GOD
DY Krazy
Uh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that bitch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (ayy)
I made a bag, baby (yeah)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my bag, baby
I'm in first class, baby (on God)
You in last, baby (on God)
I'm a 90's baby
But I cook that shit from the 80's (on God)
Hardtop Mercedes (on God)
I'm ridin' in a drop Mercedes (on God)
F*ck all your opps, don't save 'em (that's on God)
Just let the AK rearrange ya (that's on God)
F*ck on a opp nigga's bitch on the daily (on God)
Ball on a bitch, Tracy McGrady (that's on God)
Throw B's up for the brazy (on God)
I put the K in crazy (on God)
I went No Limit dance on the daily (on God)
That choppa turn ya like pages, uh (on God)
Headshot your face lookin' crazy, uh (on God)
Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh
I got four pockets with lettuce
We 'bout to show 'em who the best is
I need an ambulance up in the nosebleeds
I designed her lil' body, she a trophy
And she do what designer say
I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State
I'ma fill up this bitch with some more shit
Whatever, bitch, she a Barbie
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that bitch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (ayy)
I made a bag, baby (yeah)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my bag, baby
I'm not God, baby (on God)
I don't forgive, baby (on God)
My niggas in your crib, baby (on God)
They go real brazy (that's on God)
I'ma pull up in the latest (on God)
Matte black, you know that I painted it (on God)
New millennium, totin' the stainless (on God)
Got a red beam for long ranges, yeah (on God, on God, on God)
I got savage ways (on God)
I got baddie babes (that's on God)
I got me the swings (no cap, on God)
All I'm bringin' in (no cap, on God)
Yeah (uh)
The way you lied to me is too fugazi (on God)
No magazine shells fade away (uh)
I'm in Japan with an Asian persuasion (yeah, on God)
Bitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon
Gucci robes like masons, f*ck her in a Bathing Ape apron
My bitch foreign
I don't know where she from, I ain't tryna be racist (on God)
I don't f*ck with niggas, I'm racist, uh
Get my dick sucked by a soultaker, uh
I told her I just want the top
Your clothes, don't even take it off (that's on God)
I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off
I'm fast and furious on you hoes (on God)
Unlike you broke-ass niggas, I actually achieve my goals (that's on God)
I'm 'bout to ride, I'll add her name in my tats
I'm too good up to ever disguise, I get fed up after runnin' 'round, yeah
I gotta try it, I done pulled her panties to the side
Got four closets for my child, I got even more for my wife
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, this on God, right
This on God, oh
DY Krazy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
DY Krazy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's on God, that's on God
That's on God, that's on God, that's on
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that bitch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (ayy)
I made a bag, baby (yeah)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my bag, baby
Uh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that bitch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (ayy)
I made a bag, baby (yeah)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my bag, baby
I'm in first class, baby (on God)
You in last, baby (on God)
I'm a 90's baby
But I cook that shit from the 80's (on God)
Hardtop Mercedes (on God)
I'm ridin' in a drop Mercedes (on God)
F*ck all your opps, don't save 'em (that's on God)
Just let the AK rearrange ya (that's on God)
F*ck on a opp nigga's bitch on the daily (on God)
Ball on a bitch, Tracy McGrady (that's on God)
Throw B's up for the brazy (on God)
I put the K in crazy (on God)
I went No Limit dance on the daily (on God)
That choppa turn ya like pages, uh (on God)
Headshot your face lookin' crazy, uh (on God)
Did I say cray? I meant brazy, uh
I got four pockets with lettuce
We 'bout to show 'em who the best is
I need an ambulance up in the nosebleeds
I designed her lil' body, she a trophy
And she do what designer say
I'm 'bout to buy her the All-State
I'ma fill up this bitch with some more shit
Whatever, bitch, she a Barbie
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that bitch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (ayy)
I made a bag, baby (yeah)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my bag, baby
I'm not God, baby (on God)
I don't forgive, baby (on God)
My niggas in your crib, baby (on God)
They go real brazy (that's on God)
I'ma pull up in the latest (on God)
Matte black, you know that I painted it (on God)
New millennium, totin' the stainless (on God)
Got a red beam for long ranges, yeah (on God, on God, on God)
I got savage ways (on God)
I got baddie babes (that's on God)
I got me the swings (no cap, on God)
All I'm bringin' in (no cap, on God)
Yeah (uh)
The way you lied to me is too fugazi (on God)
No magazine shells fade away (uh)
I'm in Japan with an Asian persuasion (yeah, on God)
Bitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon
Gucci robes like masons, f*ck her in a Bathing Ape apron
My bitch foreign
I don't know where she from, I ain't tryna be racist (on God)
I don't f*ck with niggas, I'm racist, uh
Get my dick sucked by a soultaker, uh
I told her I just want the top
Your clothes, don't even take it off (that's on God)
I'm Paul Walker when I'm takin' off
I'm fast and furious on you hoes (on God)
Unlike you broke-ass niggas, I actually achieve my goals (that's on God)
I'm 'bout to ride, I'll add her name in my tats
I'm too good up to ever disguise, I get fed up after runnin' 'round, yeah
I gotta try it, I done pulled her panties to the side
Got four closets for my child, I got even more for my wife
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, this on God, right
This on God, oh
DY Krazy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
DY Krazy
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That's on God, that's on God
That's on God, that's on God, that's on
Brand new Chanels
Don't look at the tag, baby
I bought her ass, best believe that I'm gon' tap, baby
I drive in the Jag crazy
I crash that bitch daily
Had to upgrade to a Mercedes (ayy)
I made a bag, baby (yeah)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I made a bag, baby (on God)
I'm in my bag (on God)
I drive it real fast, baby (on God)
Mercedes Benz (on God)
I'm in my bag, baby
Writer: Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan, George Dickinson, Jared Higgins, Jeffery Williams, Rex Kudo
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
10 Feet
Uh, I don't wanna try bruh
(You make me feel) uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
Can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
The mom thrasher
The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
(You make me feel) like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah, I know it never ever end well
Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
Been raw-doggin' bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like Hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh
A little too graphic
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
Of someone who don't got shit, but the clothes on they back
And its been that way since way back since
(You make me feel) like I'm a killer or somethin'
These niggas lip-singin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'
I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin'
I guess, I'm rich, in broke pockets
Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet (you make me feel)
Times ten feet
F*ck love, it's gon' take more to convince me that you with me
And not against me
Where I'm from we loaded up
Popped out and turned niggas into mince meat
(You make me feel) uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with bad magic
Can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence, I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
The mom thrasher
The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
(You make me feel) like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah, I know it never ever end well
Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
Been raw-doggin' bitches ever since I went platinum
I feel like Hell full of bad bitches
Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh
A little too graphic
At least you niggas know that I still got the passion
Of someone who don't got shit, but the clothes on they back
And its been that way since way back since
(You make me feel) like I'm a killer or somethin'
These niggas lip-singin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'
I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin'
I guess, I'm rich, in broke pockets
Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet (you make me feel)
Times ten feet
F*ck love, it's gon' take more to convince me that you with me
And not against me
Where I'm from we loaded up
Popped out and turned niggas into mince meat
Writer: Arin Ray, Ashton Simmonds, Camden Bench, Faheem Rasheed Najm, Ian Culley, Jarad Higgins, Jordan Dc Evans, Matthew Raymond Burnett, Saya Gray
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wont Let Go
Uh, bro
(Oh) I'm in a studio with Max and Lotti
(Oh) and, yeah
Three Musketeers
Hey, baby
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
Oh (no such thing as too close)
Come here
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close
Know you a ho, you buy your soul, I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go, go, oh
You can bury me with her
And if she die before me, kill me and carry me with her
Know if I die before her, lil' shorty dyin' a widow
Let's not walk down that road
Forever's forever, eternally attached to her soul, oh
Oh my God, I thank God for her smile
She too fine, I'm too wild
When I fall, she taps out
Let's get a house and settle down
Let's have a child, watch him run around
I'm at my all-time high now
You're my sunshine through life's rain clouds
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close
Know you a ho, you buy your soul, I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go, go, oh
They tell me life is a riddle
I found the answers on her tongue in the middle of kissin'
I swear to God she can't do wrong
Wait, what if I'm trippin'?
Makin' brash decisions
That's what they tell me, but they don't get it, can't grasp the image
Cashin' it, I'm past bitches, in a love with a woman
She past drippy, the Gucci slippers, Versace linens
I'll take her out to dinner, she usually hibachi grillin'
Poppin' and railin' the last of the Perkies before we kick 'em
You keep me hope, my antidote
You are my dope, addiction soul
Addictin' soul, that's you, my love
Can't get enough
I need to feel your touch
I need to feel your touch
I can't get enough
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close
Know you a ho, you buy your soul, I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go, go, oh
(Oh) I'm in a studio with Max and Lotti
(Oh) and, yeah
Three Musketeers
Hey, baby
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
Oh (no such thing as too close)
Come here
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close
Know you a ho, you buy your soul, I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go, go, oh
You can bury me with her
And if she die before me, kill me and carry me with her
Know if I die before her, lil' shorty dyin' a widow
Let's not walk down that road
Forever's forever, eternally attached to her soul, oh
Oh my God, I thank God for her smile
She too fine, I'm too wild
When I fall, she taps out
Let's get a house and settle down
Let's have a child, watch him run around
I'm at my all-time high now
You're my sunshine through life's rain clouds
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close
Know you a ho, you buy your soul, I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go, go, oh
They tell me life is a riddle
I found the answers on her tongue in the middle of kissin'
I swear to God she can't do wrong
Wait, what if I'm trippin'?
Makin' brash decisions
That's what they tell me, but they don't get it, can't grasp the image
Cashin' it, I'm past bitches, in a love with a woman
She past drippy, the Gucci slippers, Versace linens
I'll take her out to dinner, she usually hibachi grillin'
Poppin' and railin' the last of the Perkies before we kick 'em
You keep me hope, my antidote
You are my dope, addiction soul
Addictin' soul, that's you, my love
Can't get enough
I need to feel your touch
I need to feel your touch
I can't get enough
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close (no such thing as too close)
No such thing as too close
Know you a ho, you buy your soul, I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go
I won't let go, go, oh
Writer: Chauncey Hollis, Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shes The One
Da-la, la-la-la-la, la-la, yeah
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Wake up from a dream
She's my ever-everything
I need her more than anything
She's my tranquility (uh)
I can't go to sleep
Without her next to me
So I'm sure she's the one for me (me, uh)
Trapped in my head, she has the key
She walks me to her bed, I can't wait to see the freaky things
She does to me
All her old niggas, they are under me
But back to you, baby, you're a Picasso piece
Yes, indeed, you're lovely and I can't help it
Follow me through the hell and the storm
Honestly, feel like I've been here before
Probably visited here in my dreams
I came here looking for you
'Cause I know that you're all I need
Wake up from a dream
She's my ever-everything
I need her more than anything
She's my tranquility (uh)
I can't go to sleep
Without her next to me
So I'm sure she's the one for me (me)
Baby, you're the champ (uh)
Got you soakin' when I'm in it, it's way more than damp
You got so f*ckin' wet I had to build a dam
Talk about good romance
Baby, looky, looky (looky, looky)
I'ma eat you like studio cookies, oh
You ain't dealin' with a rookie (rookie)
But I'm fresher than a f*ckin' rookie, oh
You be in Jersey like you Snookie (Snookie, Snookie)
But I know you really came from Philadelph'
Just like Meek Milly, oh, got my Gucci sweats on
Tryna feel it through the pants, through the drawers
F*ck her good, she sleep it off
Wake up from a dream
She's my ever-everything
I need her more than anything
She's my tranquility (uh)
I can't go to sleep
Without her next to me
So I'm sure she's the one for me (me)
Hit-Boy
Nobody else
No-nobody else works
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Wake up from a dream
She's my ever-everything
I need her more than anything
She's my tranquility (uh)
I can't go to sleep
Without her next to me
So I'm sure she's the one for me (me, uh)
Trapped in my head, she has the key
She walks me to her bed, I can't wait to see the freaky things
She does to me
All her old niggas, they are under me
But back to you, baby, you're a Picasso piece
Yes, indeed, you're lovely and I can't help it
Follow me through the hell and the storm
Honestly, feel like I've been here before
Probably visited here in my dreams
I came here looking for you
'Cause I know that you're all I need
Wake up from a dream
She's my ever-everything
I need her more than anything
She's my tranquility (uh)
I can't go to sleep
Without her next to me
So I'm sure she's the one for me (me)
Baby, you're the champ (uh)
Got you soakin' when I'm in it, it's way more than damp
You got so f*ckin' wet I had to build a dam
Talk about good romance
Baby, looky, looky (looky, looky)
I'ma eat you like studio cookies, oh
You ain't dealin' with a rookie (rookie)
But I'm fresher than a f*ckin' rookie, oh
You be in Jersey like you Snookie (Snookie, Snookie)
But I know you really came from Philadelph'
Just like Meek Milly, oh, got my Gucci sweats on
Tryna feel it through the pants, through the drawers
F*ck her good, she sleep it off
Wake up from a dream
She's my ever-everything
I need her more than anything
She's my tranquility (uh)
I can't go to sleep
Without her next to me
So I'm sure she's the one for me (me)
Hit-Boy
Nobody else
No-nobody else works
Writer: Chauncey A. Hollis, David Ahmad Balfour, Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Rider
Wha
Uh
Let's see if you a rider
Let's see if you a rider
That sound clean
Hey
Let's see if you a rider for real
I don't know if you a rider for real
I'ma fight for your love, survival for real
Uh-huh
Let's see if you a rider for real
I really wanna see if you a rider for real
Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel
Makes you a straight up rider for real
I don't know, I don't know
If I should give you the key to my soul
I don't know, no, I don't know
My paranoia and insecurities hold me close
Lay me down to sleep with my casket closed
Nail it shut, make sure not to leave a thing exposed
I don't know, oh, I don't know
Blonde hair don't care, please don't leave me froze
Stuffed cigarillos and Percs keep me whole
"Should've shot it in the head," words from my bro
But anything for romance, I'ma risk it all
Oh, oh
Let's see if you a rider for real
I really wanna see if you a rider for real
Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel
Makes you a straight up rider for real
I don't know, I don't know
If I should give you the key to my soul
I don't know, no, I don't know
My paranoia and insecurities hold me close
I'm codeine Cobain, I'ma pour a four
I don't do cocaine, but it's Perc in my nose
I suffer from excessive road-rage
Take my life and crash it into this ho
It don't matter, you can have my heart
Kill me faster, what's mine is yours
On a platter, I watched you grab that dagger
She's a stabber
But is she a rider?
Or is she poison, a viper?
She gets me high, a supplier and I'm on fire
Will she be my firefighter?
Let's see if you a rider for real
I really wanna see if you a rider for real
Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel
Makes you a straight up rider for real
I don't know, I don't know
If I should give you the key to my soul
I don't know, no, I don't know
My paranoia and insecurities hold me close
Uh
Let's see if you a rider
Let's see if you a rider
That sound clean
Hey
Let's see if you a rider for real
I don't know if you a rider for real
I'ma fight for your love, survival for real
Uh-huh
Let's see if you a rider for real
I really wanna see if you a rider for real
Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel
Makes you a straight up rider for real
I don't know, I don't know
If I should give you the key to my soul
I don't know, no, I don't know
My paranoia and insecurities hold me close
Lay me down to sleep with my casket closed
Nail it shut, make sure not to leave a thing exposed
I don't know, oh, I don't know
Blonde hair don't care, please don't leave me froze
Stuffed cigarillos and Percs keep me whole
"Should've shot it in the head," words from my bro
But anything for romance, I'ma risk it all
Oh, oh
Let's see if you a rider for real
I really wanna see if you a rider for real
Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel
Makes you a straight up rider for real
I don't know, I don't know
If I should give you the key to my soul
I don't know, no, I don't know
My paranoia and insecurities hold me close
I'm codeine Cobain, I'ma pour a four
I don't do cocaine, but it's Perc in my nose
I suffer from excessive road-rage
Take my life and crash it into this ho
It don't matter, you can have my heart
Kill me faster, what's mine is yours
On a platter, I watched you grab that dagger
She's a stabber
But is she a rider?
Or is she poison, a viper?
She gets me high, a supplier and I'm on fire
Will she be my firefighter?
Let's see if you a rider for real
I really wanna see if you a rider for real
Don't think just 'cause you grip the wheel
Makes you a straight up rider for real
I don't know, I don't know
If I should give you the key to my soul
I don't know, no, I don't know
My paranoia and insecurities hold me close
Writer: Brandon Christian Mandolph, Brandon George Dickinson, Jarad Higgins
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, The Administration MP, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, The Administration MP, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing
Make Believe
I figured she was gonna break my heart regardless, regardless
I figured she was gonna break my heart regardless
So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage
The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target
Click, clack
She was gonna break my heart regardless
So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage
The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah)
Just for talkin' nonsense, claiming she was leavin'
Not gonna happen
If I can't have you, no one can
'Cause if you leave, I'm not breathin'
I'll show you how it feels not to breathe, breathe
Inhale, exhale
You're the best, well
You're the worst, but
You're the best, hell
I ain't ever, ever gonna lose, lose
Tell me what I gotta do to prove to you
Five seconds from losing my head
Now it's time to show you what lunatics do
She was gonna break my heart regardless
So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage
The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah)
Just for talkin' nonsense, claiming she was leavin'
I figured she was gonna break my heart regardless
So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage
The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah)
Just for talkin' nonsense, claiming she was leavin'
Hey, where you tease?
Where you think you're goin'? When you comin' back to me?
You walked in, I'm listening to "Stan" on E, yeah, ecstacy
Matter of fact there's a bridge that my car wants to meet
Road trip on me, it'll be fun, you'll see
But you don't gotta sit in the trunk, you can sit next to me
Me and Stan, we alike, but he ain't nicer than me
He was drunk drivin', me, I'm just straight Perc-ules
My crazy thoughts and your crazy heart
'Cause we hit the bridge, that's just the start
Not afraid to die, as you can see
Life isn't real, love's make believe
My crazy thoughts and your crazy heart
'Cause we hit the bridge, that's just the start
Not afraid to die, as you can see
Life isn't real, love's make believe
I figured she was gonna break my heart regardless
So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage
The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target
Click, clack
She was gonna break my heart regardless
So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage
The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah)
Just for talkin' nonsense, claiming she was leavin'
Not gonna happen
If I can't have you, no one can
'Cause if you leave, I'm not breathin'
I'll show you how it feels not to breathe, breathe
Inhale, exhale
You're the best, well
You're the worst, but
You're the best, hell
I ain't ever, ever gonna lose, lose
Tell me what I gotta do to prove to you
Five seconds from losing my head
Now it's time to show you what lunatics do
She was gonna break my heart regardless
So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage
The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah)
Just for talkin' nonsense, claiming she was leavin'
I figured she was gonna break my heart regardless
So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage
The stupid bitch done turned herself into a target (Yeah)
Just for talkin' nonsense, claiming she was leavin'
Hey, where you tease?
Where you think you're goin'? When you comin' back to me?
You walked in, I'm listening to "Stan" on E, yeah, ecstacy
Matter of fact there's a bridge that my car wants to meet
Road trip on me, it'll be fun, you'll see
But you don't gotta sit in the trunk, you can sit next to me
Me and Stan, we alike, but he ain't nicer than me
He was drunk drivin', me, I'm just straight Perc-ules
My crazy thoughts and your crazy heart
'Cause we hit the bridge, that's just the start
Not afraid to die, as you can see
Life isn't real, love's make believe
My crazy thoughts and your crazy heart
'Cause we hit the bridge, that's just the start
Not afraid to die, as you can see
Life isn't real, love's make believe
Writer: Jahaan Sweet, Jarad Higgins, Matthew Samuels, Tommy Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Death Race for Love is the second studio album by American rapper and singer Juice Wrld and the last to be released during his lifetime. It was released on March 8, 2019, by Grade A Productions and Interscope Records.
The album's artwork and title are inspired by the Twisted Metal series of video games for the original PlayStation console. The production on the album was handled by multiple producers including Nick Mira, Boi-1da, Hit-Boy, No I.D., Frank Dukes, and Tommy Brown, among others. The album features guest appearances from Brent Faiyaz, Rvssian, Clever, and Young Thug. The bonus track edition adds an appearance from YoungBoy Never Broke Again. The bonus track edition features the 2019 single "Bandit".
Death Race for Love includes the Nick Mira-produced lead single, "Robbery", which was released on February 13, and the Purps-produced "Hear Me Calling", which was released on March 1. While the album received a generally lukewarm response from critics, it was a commercial success. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, earning 165,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
It became Juice Wrld's first US number-one album. In October 2021, the album was certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
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Juice WrldThe album's artwork and title are inspired by the Twisted Metal series of video games for the original PlayStation console. The production on the album was handled by multiple producers including Nick Mira, Boi-1da, Hit-Boy, No I.D., Frank Dukes, and Tommy Brown, among others. The album features guest appearances from Brent Faiyaz, Rvssian, Clever, and Young Thug. The bonus track edition adds an appearance from YoungBoy Never Broke Again. The bonus track edition features the 2019 single "Bandit".
Death Race for Love includes the Nick Mira-produced lead single, "Robbery", which was released on February 13, and the Purps-produced "Hear Me Calling", which was released on March 1. While the album received a generally lukewarm response from critics, it was a commercial success. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, earning 165,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
It became Juice Wrld's first US number-one album. In October 2021, the album was certified double platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
Released: March 8th, 2019
Year: 2019