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Machine Gun Kelly – Body Bag Lyrics

[Verse 1: YUNGBLUD]
Her lips are soda, and I just miss the way they taste
Like Coca-Cola, spiked with aromas
I heard a rumor that she’s been dancin’ in the rain
I’m gonna lose it ’cause I can’t swim, but

[Chorus: YUNGBLUD]
I’m not mad, I just want us to be better
It feels right when we’re together, okay (Okay)
I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper
You’re supposed to love me better, baby
So put me in a body bag
So put me in a body bag

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
She’s on my wish list, she knows my pressure points, it hurts
She gives me kisses, her glitter gets everywhere
I’ve got my issues, but I have the right to think you’re wrong
You’re just a witch and I tried your poison, baby, put me in a body bag

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & YUNGBLUD, YUNGBLUD]
I’m not mad, I just want us to be better
It feels right when we’re together, okay (Oh)
I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper
You’re supposed to love me better, baby
So put me in a body bag

I’m not mad, I just want us to be better
It feels right when we’re together, okay (Okay, baby)
I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper
You’re supposed to love me better, baby
So put me in a body bag

[Bridge: YUNGBLUD]
I know that I’ll dream about you always and forever
‘Cause you’ll break my heart in two
But then you tape it together, so

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly & YUNGBLUD, YUNGBLUD]
I’m not mad, I just want us to be better
Feels right when we’re together, okay
I’m not mad, I just cover up my temper
You’re supposed to love me better, baby

[Outro: YUNGBLUD]
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah
So put me in a body bag

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Dogleg – Prince Is Little Lyrics

Ringing ears, an exception
Exceptionally in a misdirection
Crossing black, crossing white
Crossing hearts, that hope to die

Don’t you ever say my name again

I can tell that you don’t know how to handle this, so I guess I’ll take control

White water, white water, it keeps us from reliving

Don’t you ever say my name again

Well I’ve been down and out for too long
I’ve found my head in the sand, and now I wanna get it back
I’m not trying to get you back

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Malik Montana – Tijara Lyrics

[Refren]
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Jak czarne masz włosy i skóra śniada, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Jak nie masz pracy, bo nie masz szkoły, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara

[Zwrotka 1]
Zarabiam na streecie, wydaję w butikach i czuje się z tym kurwa dobrze
Syn uśmiech na twarzy, żona w nowych ciuchach bo po to są kurwa pieniądze
I tylko rodzina, mój skład i zasady to wszystko jest kurwa najdroższe
A wasze kariery i złudne marzenia ja znam to już kurwa za dobrze
Mówienie poprawnie po polsku z akcentem, zarabiam więcej niż on z fakultetem
Chce prezydent złoty, S-Class w coupe’cie
A ty, składkę by mieć większą rentę
System w tym państwie zrobi z ciebie hienę
Zapierdalać by spełniać czyjeś marzenie
Jak wolna niedziela to życie jest piękne, opłacisz rachunki, puste kieszenie

[Refren]
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Jak czarne masz włosy i skóra śniada, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara

Jak nie masz pracy, bo nie masz szkoły, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara

[Zwrotka 2]
Pies cię jebał, i niech rak zżera, tfu na krupiera
Praca materac, tu nie ma miłości, wszystko na sprzedaż
Kieta na szyje jak światła Las Vegas
Zepsuty jestem i nie mam sumienia, w bolesnej śmierci powoli umieraj
Robię co muszę, by mieć na co trzeba, straszą mnie piekłem a ja się uśmiecham
Wjechały tu kurwy z Okrzei z framugą, nie zdążyłem nawet nacieszyć maturą
Ja studiować chciałem i być ojca dumą, bo ojciec kasyno i melanż na grubo
Mama do dziś przez to leczy depresję, dziadek nie zdążył tu aż go wyleczę
Dzieciństwo zjebane, mój syn ma mieć lepsze

[Refren]
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Mama mnie pyta czy wierzę w Boga, Mamo odpowiedz czy Bóg wierzy we mnie
Jak czarne masz włosy i skóra śniada, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Jak nie masz pracy, bo nie masz szkoły, w tym kraju nic tylko tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara
Tijara, tijara, tijara

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Slick Shoes – Moments Lyrics

Hold on I didn’t know. We don’t need to rush this. It may feel like it’ll take forever. All we have is in this moment. When it feels like it will take forever. Might take forever
Up to now I have gone about it all wrong. I think I got it all wrong. Back to the start. I can’t hold onto your heart. How can we grow apart together?

Hold on let’s take it slow. How soon you’ll be departing. So naïve I thought we’d have forever. All we have is in these moments
Up to now I have gone about it all wrong. I think I got it all so wrong. Back to the start. I can’t hold onto your heart. How can we grow apart together?

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Mistah F.a.b. – For The Soul Lyrics (feat. Mozzy & OMB Peezy)

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.]
Rest in peace to the track
You already know
That's my nigga for live
Fella Fella, what's happenin'? Uh
Yeah, TT3
Thug Tears 3, uh

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
My lil' nigga gotta pull twenty, he on his fifth hearse
They ain't seen a nigga get stabbed on the fifth tear
Lil' mama only 20 years old, she on her fifth kid
Brodie said he start sellin' stones so he could switch gear
Ain't no pork on my fork nowadays
But I was raised off bologna sandwiches
And Spam, that shit was scandalous
Mama used to get so high, she started panicking
When mama died, I went through depression, on some manic shit
When you don't got no mama and dad, it's hard to manage, kid
Even Stretch told the world it's hard to manage him
Flashin' on my bitch, she swear I need anger management
Ice City, yeah, North Pole, I'm from where Santa live
It's a red apple bottom on these yellow banana kicks
All my niggas got Dracos and kaydas with the banana clips
Power life goals, plus I'm tryna flip a Phantom whip
Dope like the J-A-C-K-A, and I'm rich
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
First off, salute high to all my niggas that died
Claim you a shooter, okay shooter, why you niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out to all my brodies inside
Locked down in the prison, keep your head up high
To all my niggas sheddin' tears as they sit on they bunk
Playin' this on the tier for the killers and punks
If you blessed with a date, see you when you get home
If you got life, this is thug therapy for the soul

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Yeah, I know when the love real, I can feel it
Feel my nigga's spirit, shit got me in my feelings
Pull up to the churches just to check on Auntie Phyllis
She love the fact her nephew really went and got that million
Bokey on me, we don't post about it, we conceal it
Carry port is stolen, but I bought it, I ain't steal it
Get familiar with the killers while it's Gucci
That's when that bag double back back, bitch, I'm bougie
When that bag double back back, bitch, you bootsey
I need a pair of bardi's, we gon' thirty up the ruccis
Filipin' Barbie, pull a 'Rari out her booty
Calamari and sushi for the shooters who on duty
'member all them trips we was takin' in Auntie hoopty?
Hit the pen, turned the ski mask in, and snatched the coofy
I miss you, real nigga, the streets'll never forget you
My brother brother, PayPal number's never an issue
That's word to mine
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
First off, salute high to all my niggas that died
Claim you a shooter, okay shooter, why you niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out to all my brodies inside

Locked down in the prison, keep your head up high
To all my niggas sheddin' tears as they sit on they bunk
Playin' this on the tier for the killers and punks
If you blessed with a date, see you when you get home
If you got life, this is thug therapy for the soul

[Verse 3: OMB Peezy]
I'm starvin', ain't had a meal in a minute
Fifth time lookin' in 'frigerator, ain't nothin' in it
Still wore my clothes from yesterday, then I cocked back my semi
And hit the streets, I need to eat, so you can get robbed for a penny
I just can't get right, a couple charges that's pending
But I'd be damned if I let them crackers stop me from gettin' it
But before I go out sad, I'd rather be sittin'
At least I'll get three meals if I'm locked in a prison
I told myself I'd be done robbin' on my last lick
But I can't ask for help 'cause people be wantin' they ass kicked
Grippin' that plastic 'cause right now I'm on my dick
Even if I get a couple dollars, it's a hit
At night I pray to God every one of my niggas make it
Ridin' with that iron, 'cause my shine, they wanna take it
Really from the mud, this shit too real for me to fake it
Really from the mud, this shit too real for me to fake it, Peezy
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
First off, salute high to all my niggas that died
Claim you a shooter, okay shooter, why you niggas ain't slide?
I wanna send a shout out to all my brodies inside
Locked down in the prison, keep your head up high
To all my niggas sheddin' tears as they sit on they bunk
Playin' this on the tier for the killers and punks
If you blessed with a date, see you when you get home
If you got life, this is thug therapy for the soul

[Verse 4: Mistah F.A.B.]
Yeah, they'll never get over me
Hear the voice and you know it's me
At the function, you know we deep
She'll never say no to me
Thug Tears my diary, but I'll never be Jodeci
I make the thugs shed tears off this project poetry
These niggas sayin' that they thugs but they softer than flowetry
See I'm a player, not a thug, but the thugs adore G
This ain't Georgie Porgie, nah man, this a different tune
Daddy shootin' hot, the fire from the lighter bit the spoon
How I'm supposed to survive winter when clothes meant for June?
Mama gettin' high so she sent me to a different room
Mama on Whitney, daddy on Bobby
I wasn't 'posed to make it, my story was meant to doom
But this rose from the concrete had a different bloom
Blast off like a rocket until I hit the moon
Never take a bop to the house, we can get a room
I'm not them, I'm him we some different dudes

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Tobacco – Six Royal Vipers Lyrics

Inside skin
You don’t need the place you’re in
Insole heel
I’m starting to hate the way I feel
Inside too
I don’t want to be like you
Someday we’ll heal
Love and you hate the way we feel

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Du Maroc – 100 Bladi Bars Lyrics

Dù Undercov
Dù Motherf*ck
500 Kilo Rip im Turban getarnt
Im Touran geplant
Auf 2Pac und Nas
Rapper drehn am Rad, sitzen zu acht in Bars
Er geht auf Masse? [tazz]
Blendet vor der Edelbitch
Uffpassen bevor mein Basi dein Schädel bricht
Einer gegen Acht, ich hab Eier wie ein Basketball
Frankfurt by Night Achi, willkommen auf dem Maskenball
Maskhara, keiner malt hier mit Wasserfarben
Kids hantieren mit Butterfly, schneiden Sticks und machen Bares
Im Trikot von Arsenal, AirMax in krassen Farben
Mit Imad aus Niederland, Sarbis in Tiefgaragen
Die Lage ist swizz-swizz, ich hör grad ein Streifenwagen
Die Jay-Packs gebunkert von Hassan im Seitengraben
Lauf! Hassan, lauf um dein Leben
Fotoshooting Blitzlicht, Blaulicht, Sirenen
Achi stop’ jetzt bin ich dran
Pic bleib auf Distanz
Eins gegen Eins, bin ich wie Drogba – Riskant
Brutales Peace man, produzier’ am Fließband
Treff mich mit Baro bei Harkot in Wiesbaden
Dù Maroc – Mein Name, mein Land
Meine Fahne – Mein Hak
Mach mein Sarf in dein Stadt
Ana Maghrabi Mutterficker, was ich sage ist Fakt
Ohne mich gebe es die Schelle in deiner eigenen Stadt
In meinem Bezirk stechen Kids zu, direkt mit 16
Ein Schlag Nasenbruch du Pic es wird extrem
Schäm dich du Knecht
Was für Shake-Hands du Meskin
Krips sind getarnt, im Pelz von Jack Wolfskin
Minusgrad am Block, Kripos undercov, Picos ballern Stoff
Halt mein Kaboos an dein Kopf
Ich komm im Yoshi Yamamoto Dress
Narko traf aus Niederrrland
100 Mille Warenwert im Porsche Amaturenbrett
Ich guck auf mein Blackberry, bin grad’ im McDrive, bestell mir ein McFlury
Mein Jund wird nervös, und schreibt mir mach schnell Bladi
Bin nicht mehr weit weg, empfang’ hier schon Planet Radi
Yeah Ich denke mir nur Nari-Nari
Aus den Boxen kommt die Stimme von dem Nutten Lenni Kravitz
FFM Bladi-Shit, scheiss egal wer du bist
Block-Bladi-Gangsta Rap ich ficke dich du Raptourist
Übernehme die Kontrolle über Rapper wie ein Exzorzist
Esco Bitch, drück an ihre Hintermänner Flexx und Twizz
Ich stürm’ in dein Café und klatsch dich neben deinem Bodyguard
Strike ich räum auf! Als wär ich auf der Bowlingbahn
Jetset Boardingcard, Jay Service – Oli Kahn
Ich hab das Cash in der Hand wie ein Oligarch
Fathi Pass, im Dress von Adidas
Ich mach dich nass, wie das Trikot von Fabregas
Die Farbe schwarz, es fallen Schüsse aus dem Fabrikat
City of God – Frankfurt West – À la Favilas
Bonzenrapper täuschen an, mit Paranoia unterwegs
[?], wenn ich dich bekomme wird es unbequem

Steche mit dem Tournabes
Hör beim Block Bladi Bums-Effekt, wie [?] gegen Over Rain
Harragas am Bahnhof auf Steine im Legoland
Versorg mit der Scheisse von Imad und Redouane
Verpacken schon seit Jahren diese Teile im Cellophan
Gehen auf die Straße verbreiten es wie Ebola
Rapper machen Zero schnapp, wechseln ihre Labels
Die Hälfte geht an Manager und Dresses für die Basics
Aber Dù ist independent bin mein eigener Chef
Wenn ich irgendwann zu alt dafür bin, sign ich bei Ex
Trage Kleidung dieser Marke mit 3 Streifen am Set
Abgef*ckter Boxerschnitt Yeah die Seiten Gilette
Ihr fragt nach meinem Patent? Narkotic Brecher Flow
Streck’ das Speed – Ethanol, vestecks im Jeep, bretter los
Dù Motherf*cking G
Schüsse aus dem Jeep, Spuck Blei in dein Knie
Schütt Sprit auf dein T
Deine Mukke kommt nicht an, du bist auf Undercut und Röhrenjeans
Meine Mukke finanziert von Schanantasch im Börsenkrieg
CUT! Jetzt werden Ärsche aufgerissen
Vor mir muss die ganze Szene kerzengrade sitzen
Nenn sie Staffords oder Piddies solang sie in ihrem Käfig sind
Doch ich fress’ euch Hunde auf, obwohl ich kein Chinese bin
Ihr Fotzen! Runter von den Bäumen
Kaum seit ihr alleine sucht ihr Schutz bei euren Leuten
Denn ich bin Dù Maroc, mein Schnapp muss ich nicht teilen
Den Rücken, den ich habe geht vom Nacken bis zur Taille
Yeah ich bin der Mann in meinem Stadtteil
Rap auf Snares ein paar Punchlines
Rap mit Herz, Eier – Kampfgeist
Brandheiss! Mein erstes Video auf Thuglife
5 Millionen Klicks, leg die Szene kurz auf Glatteis
Mein Gangsterrapvideo auf dem MacBook vom Kommissar
Performe in die Stady mit der Magnum von Tony A
Dù à la Frankreich, Business mit Twizlar
500 Mann schreien: “FICK FICK DEN RICHTER”
Ich bin der Bladi Capitan, klär wie Eric Abidal
Mmach mit Tresi’s Kapital, bunker Haze im Laminat
Mein Flow rau wie der Wind, der durch deine Gassen zieht
Asahbi, falsches Spiel, blasen für ein Plattendeal
Baller wie Balotelli 100 Bars aus meinem Magazin
BAM BAM BAM, Deutschrap du Parasit
Asozial wie Cantona, im Lambo schwarz
Schüsse auf dein abgef*ckten Advokat
Jeder macht auf hart, rappt von Huren und Flexx
Uhren und Schecks, doch ich mache kurzen Prozess
Ich ficke dich, dein Rücken, dein DJ, und dein Chartplatz
Dein Manager, dein Backup und dein Hurensohn von Vater
Knocks mit Out, von Blocks in Bau
Dein Kopf wird taub von Ortungsstau
Gangsterrapoberhaupt

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Tabitha – Hemingway Lyrics

Onder de zon en een hemelsblauwe hemel
Wachten straten op bewoners
Of voorbijgangers van ver
En ik spits mijn oren, en probeer iets te doorgronden
Waarvan ik het bestaan vermoed
Maar nog niet zeker weet

Hoor je de stad? Mijn hemelse verslaving
Voel je de adem? Tussen de schemer en de avond
Verdwaal ik elke keer
En de stem van de zee
Neemt me mee naar huis
Ik ben geen Hemingway

Debajo de la luna y un cielo estrellado

Mujeres esperan sus hombres
O las gentes que pasan

Tomando mi mojito imaginando
De donde vengo despues del viaje
Y que abrazo mi amada

Pruebas el mar?
Mi corazón escondido
Scientes el aire
Entre la madrugada y el sol
Siempre me pierdo
Y el sonido del mar
Me devuelve a casa
No soy Hemingway

De stem van de zee
Neemt me mee naar huis
Ik ben geen Hemingway

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Malik Montana – Who You Mam Lyrics

[Refren x2]
W chuju mam od kogo jesteś
W chuju mam komu się opłacasz
W chuju mam twoje koneksje
W chuju mam, wyjebane jajca

[Bridge x4]
Bo jak masz problem ze mną
To ze mną go masz

[Zwrotka 1]
Toast za tych co z niczego zrobili tu coś
Wreszcie jest to, o co modliłem się co noc
Od Ziplocu do Hip-Hopu
Wybacz Panie proszę ja nie miałem wyboru
Dziecko w drodze, rachunki
Baba zrzędzi, nie ma lekko
Metraż przydałby się większy
Jebać leszczy, morda nie szklanka
Jebać ciebie, twą ekipę, lachę ciągnie twoja matka

[Refren x2]
W chuju mam od kogo jesteś
W chuju mam komu się opłacasz
W chuju mam twoje koneksje

W chuju mam, wyjebane jajca
[Bridge x4]
Bo jak masz problem ze mną
To ze mną go masz

[Zwrotka 2]
Patologia, sztywni ludzie
Kiedy wchodzę do klubu z ekipą
Sztuczne ognie, pięć butelek
Wanna na stół, Don Perignon
Z klatek jebiących szczochem na szczyt
Z bloków na salony wciąż ten sam styl
Pytasz gdzie widzę siebie za rok, dwa
Numer jeden Malik z WWA

[Refren x2]
W chuju mam od kogo jesteś
W chuju mam komu się opłacasz
W chuju mam twoje koneksje
W chuju mam, wyjebane jajca

[Bridge x4]
Bo jak masz problem ze mną
To ze mną go masz

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Dogleg – Crimes Lyrics

You think you’re so smooth, slick in the way you move
You think you’re so smooth, you got no reason to improve
I don’t think so

Well if you think you’re so smooth, slick in the way you move
Well if you think you’re so smooth, you’ve got a reason to improve

But if the time we take is all for something more
You wanted everything, oh no

You’re effervescent in the faces of your crimes
“She’ll stay alive, alive”
I’m watching this drift out of your mind
She’s lying on the floor, you’re busy playing all alone
She’s crying on the phone, you’re busy picking your new ringtone

They say that it’s over, but they don’t really know for sure

They say that it’s over, time of death is five past 4:00

Cause if the time we take is all for something more
You wanted everything, oh no

You’re effervescent in the faces of your crimes
“She’ll stay alive, alive”
I’m watching this drift out of your mind
She’s dying on the floor, you’re busy playing all alone
She’s crying on the phone, you’re busy picking your new ringtone

You’re taking your time, you soul underminer
Lifeless alone through the ruined eyeliner
Trying to voice the words from her head
But inside she’s dead, cause you killed her off instead

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Slick Shoes – Under It Lyrics

I should have loved you more my friend. I let you down. I said nothing
Time relentless charging forward always faster, never slower. Life proceeding ever onward so we must keep fighting harder
I was sure you would resist. So, I was a coward, I said nothing

Time relentless charging forward always faster never slower. Life proceeding ever onward so we must keep fighting harder
I should have loved you so much more. I could have love you so much more

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Mistah F.a.b. – Prayed Up Lyrics (feat. Joseph Kay)

[Intro]
White Rocks

[Chorus: Joseph Kay]
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Sometimes you gotta, “Whew”, “Sigh”
Thankful to wake up in the mornin’ and see a blue sky
Memories of those that we lost after my dudes died
War goin’ on outside, you gotta choose sides
I pick the truth side, ’cause that’s the true side
Black on black crime, they killin’ over these blue eyes
Children of Abraham, God’s people doin’ the devil’s work
Cemetaries flooded with shovel work
Galvanizin’ and unitin’, they say it will never work
Seein’ my folks on obituaries and t-shirts, that hella hurt
Lookin’ on these streets, some alive, but they died
‘Cause they gave up, that’s why I close my eyes and stay prayed up

[Chorus: Joseph Kay]
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Oh yeah, I used to wish a nigga would
Now I just pray that he’ doin’ good
A wise man don’t waste words on a fool
Can’t let a fool get you hot, you gotta always stay cool
I used to say, “Pull up”, now I say juts “Be Blessed”
Too many problems goin’ on to let your problems have me stressed
And I don’t wanna hear it if it’s bad for my spirit
Cleanse that negativity out, don’t even use it my lyrics
Ain’t tryna be better than y’all, just wanna be better than the old me
I’m finally listenin’ to all the things my mama told me
Sit in the bleachers and watch the game and see how they play
Take care of your family, mind your business and stay out the way
Knew granny had my back on all them nights that I forgot to pray

I love you and I’m thankful and I’m grateful, if I forgot to say it
No matter what you doin’, though, you gotta find a better way
And like Pac said, we’re prayin’ for them better days

[Chorus: Joseph Kay]
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Folks is critical instead of creative
Too many arguments, too much debatin’
Why you mad? Just be motivated
Show ’em love even though they hate it
Still smilin’ after all that I been through
‘Cause I done watched so many eras other men do
I ain’t gon’ lie, it get hard, but I continue
But I’m just thankful I don’t look like what I been through
Trials and tribulations, unlawful situations
The devil test your patience in a world full of hatred
Babies raised to be racist, priests slappin’ their faces
Religion like the matrix, that’s why so many is atheist
That’s why when I pray it’s to the universe
Cleansin’ my karma with good deeds, hopin’ that it’s reversed
‘Cause we’ve been cursed since birth for things we did on the truf
But we was just tryin’ to survive ’cause our stomachs was hurt

[Chorus: Joseph Kay]
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

[Outro: Joseph Kay]
White Rocks
I been tryna better myself as a man
And only focus on what really matters
Sometimes I be losin’ hope
And feelin’ like I’m just climbing a never-ending ladder
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up
But I be staying prayed up, prayed up
Thanking God every day I wake up

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Hotboii – Yg’s Lyrics

[Intro: News Reporter & Hotboii]
News 6's Nadeen Yanes joins us live in Sumter County, and Nadeen this case led to crimes in other counties
Only thing that could heal me is the bag
Done fell in love with cash
Let em smirk then we gone blast
Now he murked so we can laugh
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys
Later

[Hook]
Sometimes I feel like the only thing that could heal me is the bag
Done fell in love with cash
Let em smirk then we gone blast
Now he murked so we can laugh
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys
That lil' hoe left me hurt
So I had left her in the past
Got niggas who would murk for me
Put whodie in the grass
Don’t wanna make no shirt
Then tell em chill before they crash
Call my lil' YG’s say "go" they on yo ass

[Verse]
Four Glocks
It’s just me and dawg we got two of em
Real life, this ain’t no facade we them shootas (Shootas)
Gang peice, she a choosa, switcheroosa
No I never been a snoozer, you a loser (Loser)
I fight with my Glock
But I’m at work can’t put my tool up (I can't put my tool up)

I might have to fix a nigga face if it’s screwed up (If it screwed up)
He the type be talkin’ supa see me don’t do nothin’ (See me don’t do nothin’)
Every stop chasing loot then I’m chasing mula (Mula)
Can’t never chase you do (Nah)
I’m paper racin' chasing loot (Oh yeah)
So much shit that I achieve (I did)
Try and take and make the news (?)
Playin checkers not no chess you gotta think before you move (You gotta play)
p*ssy rock a vest I’m at his neck just like some jewels (Just like some jewels)
[Chorus]
Sometimes I feel like the only thing that could heal me is the bag
Done fell in love with cash
Let em smirk then we gone blast
Now he murked so we can laugh
I rolled up like some purp now I got smoke for all the guys
That lil' hoe left me hurt
So I had left her in the past
Got niggas who would murk for me
Put whodie in the grass
Don’t wanna make no shirt
Then tell em chill before they crash
Call my lil' YG’s say "go" they on yo’ ass

[Reject annotations lyrics have been corrected]
? YG’s say go they on yo’ ass
Chasin
?

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Sesame Street – I Want A Monster To Be My Friend Lyrics

Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a

Friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new

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Since99 – Guapsexual Lyrics

[Intro]
DontSleep
Ayy bruh, I lowkey been thinking about it
I ain't even really attracted to females like that anymore (Uh huh)
Lowkey I'm just kinda aroused by the cash (Yes sir)
In all honesty I think I'm a guapsexual (Okay)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a guapsexual
Stretchin' out money like yoga, it's flexible (Flexible)
You talking that shit I turn him to a vegetable (Vegetable)
Counting commas I'm in love with the decimals
You ain't talking money then I'm looking skeptical (Pew)
That bitch acting funny she ain't even textable (Bitch)
You know I got bunnies I hop at your festival (Yuh)
Aroused by the cash I'm a guapsexual (Guapsexual)

[Verse 1]
Aroused by the cash (Uh)
I need my money and I need it fast (I need it fast)
Dip and I dash (Uh)
Comin' in first place you comin' in last (Comin' in last)
I walk in yo' crib and I'm takin' yo' stash
I'm hungry I'm starvin' I been in a fast (Been in a fast)
Move in the hierarchy like a caste (Like I'm a caste)
Fiend of a guala now I got a rash (Got me a rash)
[Verse 2]
Married to money, Speaker Knockerz (Yuh)
You in your 20s, you rocking dockers (Continue)
I said on my own I am not a talker (Bitch)
But I hop on this beat and I get to talkin' (Yes)
She be rockin' the Filas, go get to walkin' (Yes)
Got this thing about me, go and get to poppin' (Okay)

Like he Tisakorean, go get to moppin' (Yes)
And a Warren Buffet, go and get the stock in
I was pourin' up Tech at the church locket (Let's go)
It's 9 in the mornin' but you haven't clocked in (Bitch)
Bitch, go get a job
Ain't no Larry Lee, you act like a snob
Kicking down the door, ain't using the knob
Shout out to GOC, stay with the mob (Yes), Italian
I was smokin' on this gas while you was poppin you a Valium
(Weirdo)
I feel like Xan
I got them drums, I ain't in a band (I'm in a band)
I might go take a flight to Japan (I'm in Japan)
We boutta slide through in a van (In a van)
Gotta go fry 'em up like a pan
Just like a 10k he ran
And we have no choice but to stan
(So yo' bitch be selling on Twitter)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm a guapsexual (Flex)
Stretchin' out money like yoga it's flexible (Flex)
You talking that shit I turn him to a vegetable (Yuh)
Counting commas I'm in love with the decimals (Let's go)
You ain't talking money then I'm looking skeptical (Yes)
That bitch acting funny she ain't even textable (Continue)
You know I got bunnies I hop at your festival (Bitch)
Aroused by the cash I'm a guapsexual

[Outro]
This shit too effortless to be honest
I'm pretty f*ckin' good at this point
Yeah
Bitch