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Rita Aalder – Feel Lyrics

Send this out to sea
She’s found the wings to fly
The wait and weight is gone
The mask is coming off
Uranus holds the clue
Tell them how you feel
Tell the breed abroad
The script is in reverse

Show me, show me, show me
How you feel, how you feel
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What you feel, what you feel

Made it through the night
Survived the deepest cuts
I took out all the swords
The seventh is the charm
On a wing and a prayer they say
They’ve seen she’s blazed the trails

The news filters the waves
Wings its way to the tribe

Show me, show me, show me
How you feel, how you feel
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What you feel, what you feel

The sky is falling down
I choose to go beyond
Tell it to the crowd
My pace ain’t slowing down
The walls are crashing down
The battle has been won
There’s no time to waste
This is how I feel

Show me, show me, show me
How you feel, how you feel
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What you feel, what you feel

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Eric Bellinger – What About Us Lyrics (feat. Sevyn Streeter)

[Intro]
(AyoVibe)

[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
What about me, what about you, what about love, what about trust? (Trust)
What about then? Talking back when you would hop in when I pull up (Up)
Reminiscing ’bout back then lately (Yeah)
Remember how I used to f*ck you crazy? (Yeah)
Backseat in the whip, so wavy (Wavy)
In so deep, almost had my baby (Baby)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
What about, what about, what about, what about us?
What about, what about love?
Girl, what’s up?
What about linking back up?
Tell them other niggas back up, ooh, oh, oh
What about me, what about you, what about love, what about trust? (Trust)
What about me, what about love, what about us? (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
What about us?

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
Fell for a ting from the Westside (Side)
If I’m bein’ honest
TLC, no Left Eye, that’s all that she wanted (Yeah)
How you gon’ unfollow me, leave me for the streets, babе?
There’s no degree, how cold you could bе, bae
Girl, I remember the time, I got receipts on my line
The naked kind, so don’t you front, don’t you lie
I know your body like mine, put that on Slime
Girl, you’ve been my baby
Just do me one favor, don’t keep that too far from me (Now)
[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
What about me, what about you, what about love, what about trust? (Trust)
What about then? Talking back when you would hop in when I pull up (Up)
Reminiscing ’bout back then lately (Lately)
Remember how I used to f*ck you crazy? (Crazy)
Backseat in the whip, so wavy (Wavy)
In so deep, almost had my baby (Baby)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger]
What about, what about, what about, what about us?
What about, what about love?
Girl, what’s up?
What about linking back up?

Tell them other niggas back up, ooh, oh, oh
What about me, what about you, what about love, what about trust? (Trust)
What about me, what about love, what about us? (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
What about us?

[Verse 2: Sevyn Streeter, Eric Bellinger, Both]
Gave you my heart for the first time (Time)
He wasn’t lonely (Lonely)
Even though I left with my head high (High)
I was broken like promises (Yeah)
Don’t play the victim with me, guilty as can be, bae
Do you believe the shit that you speak, bae?
Made me regret all them times, I send them pics to your line
You know the kind, wish I could go and rewind
Put it all back in your mind (Put it all back)
And that’s on Slime
Used to be my favorite
Really like to hate you
So this is how it’s gotta be, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Sevyn Streeter, Sevyn Streeter, Eric Bellinger]
What about me, what about you, what about love, what about trust? (Ooh, ooh, oh, oh, oh)
What about then? Talking back when you would hop in when I pull up (Pull up, oh, oh)
Reminiscing ’bout back then lately (Lately)
Remember how I used to f*ck you crazy? (Crazy)
Backseat in the whip, so wavy (Wavy)
Went so deep, almost had my baby (Baby)

[Chorus: : Eric Bellinger & Sevyn Streeter, Sevyn Streeter]
What about, what about, what about, what about us?
What about, what about love? (Ooh)
Girl, what’s up? (Girl, what’s up?)
What about linking back up?
Tell them other niggas back up (Tell them other hoes back up), ooh, oh, oh
What about me, what about you, what about love, what about trust? (What about trust?)
What about me, what about love, what about us? (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
What about us?

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Memphis May Fire – Bleed Me Dry Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If I’ve learned anything
It’s that everybody’s fake
No one means what they say
Just pick a side for heaven’s sake
Yeah, yeah, you hate me
Go on and blame me
I know in your eyes I could never get it right

[Chorus]
You want me dead but I’m alive
‘Cause I will never lose
What you could never find (Never find, never find)
I won’t forget but I’ll survive
‘Cause this is the last time
I let you bleed me dry

[Verse 2]
Criticize my every move
But I’m here to set the record straight
You wouldn’t last a day in my shoes
And taking cheap shots doesn’t make you brave
So say you hate me
Go on and blame me
When push comes to shove and bend comes to break
Nothing you say matters anyway
[Chorus]
You want me dead but I’m alive
‘Cause I will never lose
What you could never find (Never find, never find)
I won’t forget but I’ll survive

‘Cause this is the last time
I let you bleed me dry

[Bridge]
I’ve seen life that turned into dust
‘Cause parasites are not meant to trust
So when the leech comes back for blood
I’ve got no choice but to cut, cut, cut
Yeah
Cut, cut you out

[Refrain]
You want me dead but I’m alive (But I’m alive)
I won’t forget but I’ll survive (I will survive)

[Chorus]
You want me dead but I’m alive
‘Cause I will never lose (I will never lose)
What you could never find (Never find, never find)
I won’t forget but I’ll survive
‘Cause this is the last time
I let you bleed me dry
You want me dead but I’m alive
‘Cause I will never lose
What you could never find (Never find, never find)
I won’t forget but I’ll survive
‘Cause this is the last time
I let you bleed me dry
[Outro]
(Bleed me dry)
Cut, cut, cut

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PMD – Swing Your Own Thing Lyrics

[PMD]
Word ’em up, check it out
PMD’s in the house
Nine-four, you know the flavor..
Mmm, funk mode
Word ’em up

So whattup whattup? Yeah it’s time to get down
You ready to chill, so turn up the sounds
Whether it’s in your Walkman – or your stereo I hope you hear me though
Bobbin that head, jammin to the radio
cause they’re playin your song
The weekend’s here, party’s on – payday HEY
Big up to the DJ’s who spinnin the jams
Mix shows on Friday – cold kickin
It’s Saturday’s, it’s hip-hop
Brothers choppin on the one and two
Non-stop.. the violence, and gun shootin
It’s time to unite; no time for losin
or takin steps backwards – that’s not the way
Leave the stress at the office, it’ll be there Monday
But for now it’s your time
Time to regroup, get a piece of mind..
.. and disconnect from the madness, called time-out
Take it from the PMD on the rap route
The golden voice, word biz
Live and direct – OOP, there it is, time to..

Swing your own thing (word em up)
Swing your own thing (word)
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing

Well guess who? Step aside, it’s the Squad crew
Airtight, you know the evil that men do
Back for more.. in nine-four
Format’s hardcore, steppin through like Gigantor

Who is he? PMD
Set for funk mode, it’s time to par
Oh yeah back in there, throw your hands up in the air
Wave em side to side, like you just don’t care
So fellas yell HOE, and ladies scream out
Don’t dwell in the past, live for now
Back on the prowl, thick eyebrows, style’s wild
Grab the head, and just..

Swing your own thing (word em up)
Swing your own thing (word)
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing

So if you’re feelin good – let me hear you say REAL good
Whether you washin your car, cruisin through the neighborhood
or playin basketball – dunkin on brothers
Coolin witcha sis, respectin your mother
That’s the way it should be – family
Not mass hysteria, stress, or poverty
Four hundred years, we almost there
Just look at the TV, we everywhere
Sports lawyers doctors – music
Everyone has a brain – it’s time to use it
So grab that head – prepare for the future
Cause that’s the only way out
Sway; gotta..

Swing your own thing (word up)
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing
Swing your own thing

Swing your own thing..
Swing your own thing..
Swing your own thing..
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Swing your own thing..

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Daisy The Great & Ajr – Record Player Lyrics

[Chorus: Daisy the Great]
I’ve got a record player that was made in 2014
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees
I’ve got a record player that was made in 2014
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees

[Verse 1: Jack Met & Daisy the Great]
I’m in an elevator, it’s goin’ down, down, down
I spent forever with my feet on the ground
But not now (Not now)
‘Cause I don’t wanna do the wrong thing
Guess I gotta go and get famous for doin’ nothing

[Pre-Chorus 1: Jack Met & Daisy the Great]
Da da da da da
Crack a smile, crack a smile
Da da da da da
Stay a while, stay a while
Da da da da da
Am I holdin’ for applause?
Is it gone? (Gone) Is this on?
[Chorus: Daisy the Great]
I’ve got a record player that was made in 2014
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees
I’ve got a record player that was made in 2014
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees

I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees

[Verse 2: Jack Met]
I’m in the simulator, I’m doin’ a-okay
But every day is just rewind and replay
Not today (Ah)
I’ll head out to Monterey
Throw my phone into the waves
Can you see it in my eyes? Am I finally awake?

[Pre-Chorus 2: Daisy the Great & Jack Met]
Da da da da da
Crack a smile, crack a smile
Da da da da da
Stay a while, stay a while
Da da da da da
I think the best is yet to come (Come)
So drink up (Up) and good luck
[Chorus: Daisy the Great]
I’ve got a record player that was made in 2014
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees
I’ve got a record player that was made in 2014 (Trees)
Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green (Trees)
I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees (Trees)
I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees

[Outro: Daisy the Great]
Sometimes I think all I’m ever doin’ is (Trees)
Tryin’ to convince myself I’m alive (Trees)
Sometimes I think all I’m ever doin’ is (Trees)
Tryin’ to convince myself I’m climbing in the trees

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Tae Bae – B.b Lyrics (feat. Dreezy)

[Intro: Tae Bae]
(SGull)
(Gitt Fai on the way)
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her mad (Broke niggas make her mad), uh
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her— (Broke niggas make her—)
Yeah, they say money make her cum and broke niggas make her mad (Broke niggas make her mad)
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her—
They say money make hеr cum and broke niggas make her—

[Verse 1: Tae Bae]
Know I’m a rеal big stepper
Eat the bitch up, I’m talkin’ Hannibal Lecter
Let a nigga play and I swear to God I’ma stretch ’em
See why they on your head ’cause baby you know you pressure (You know you pressure), yeah, yeah
You deserve a Birkin
Working so hard, bae, you deserve it
Know she make a lame nigga nervous (Nervous)
Get on that dick and start swervin’ (Skrrt)
Ayy, I told her cut the lights down low (Cut the lights down, lights down low)
I’m off the Perc’, I want you right now (I’m off the Perc’, I want you right now, yeah, right now, right now)

[Chorus: Tae Bae & Dreezy]
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her mad
And if she f*ck me good, I get her a Birkin bag
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her—
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her—
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her mad
And if she f*ck me good, I get her a Birkin bag

They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her—
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her— (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Dreezy]
He say I’m a ten up in the face, thin waist with a perfect ass
Like Keke, got palms, difference is, I don’t gag (Ah)
Wraith with the stars, give me the world when I’m mad
You giving these niggas credit, I make ’em purchase in cash (Fasho’)
I’m the main topic, drip in shit they ain’t copped yet (Drippin’)
Call up Tae Bae, hit a nigga up for name dropping (Grrra)
You the type to swipe out then go and file a claim ’bout it
You bitches can’t get fly like me if we had the same closet
These niggas act like they bougie but to me Ratatouille (Shh)
If that money make him sag then we making a movie, get it?
Chenae with the Louis, he drape me in Pucci
Money make me cum, I told him pop the safe when he do me (Big Dreez)

[Chorus: Tae Bae]
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her mad
And if she f*ck me good, I get her a Birkin bag
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her—
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her—
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her mad
And if she f*ck me good, I get her a Birkin bag
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her—
They say money make her cum and broke niggas make her—

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Slimelife Shawty – Still At It Lyrics

[Intro]
WristyBoi beats
Ayo Tekken, go up
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
Back to the basic, had to run up some more racks
Back to the basics, I was broke but I can’t go back
I been on my grizzy nigga, yeah nigga my grim nine
I been chasin’ chesse nigga, money on my [?]
Percocet problems, whole lotta choppas
Most hated in my city, but I swear it ain’t gon’ stop him
Percocet problems with a whole lotta choppas
Most hated in my city, but I swear it ain’t gon’ stop him

[Verse]
Had to get my head in the game, ‘cuz I was out for a minute
Had to put my lil’ dawg in chains ‘cuz he was outside spinnin’
Every time you heard choppas bangin’ you know my oppas was gettin’
Everything we did for some change, you know thе prophet was in it
Picture me rollin’, Baby Boy donе get it now
Picture me rollin’, yeah I got ’em sick now
[?] they piss now
f*ck piss I got ’em shit now
Shittin’ on these p*ssy ass lil’ niggas now
Who would ever thought that lil’ nigga in the back of the class
With a lil’ swag, always smilin’, he was never mad
Who would ever thought that lil’ nigga with that gun in his bag
Drivin’ his stroller car to school, but he ain’t go to class
Yeah we in yeah nigga he won

I got it in, I’m anti on peons
You niggas peons
All about the money TIP son
Shawty turn it and he ain’t leave none
I done run it up and I don’t need none
When I was stuck like chalk they ain’t see none
Like they went blind or some’
Now they got their hands out like they blind or some’
Now she got her ass out, she think she fine or some’
I smacked down the trenches they gon’ buyin’ or some’
They tryna cross now, but I tripled ’em
If I gotta watch one of my niggas nine times out ten I’m clipping ’em
On God
Play it cool I bet they think that I’m hoe
Play it smooth I bet these bitches think I’m broke
To tell the truth shit try me like a hoe
Or I’m broke I’ll swish one of you folks
We ballin’, still ballin’
f*ck ’em we ballin’
[Chorus]
Back to the basic, had to run up some more racks
Back to the basics, I was broke but I can’t go back
I been on my grizzy nigga, yeah nigga my grim nine
I been chasin’ chesse nigga, money on my [?]
Percocet problems, whole lotta choppas
Most hated in my city, but I swear it ain’t gon’ stop him
Percocet problems with a whole lotta choppas
Most hated in my city, but I swear it ain’t gon’ stop him

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Jpegmafia – Trust! Lyrics

[Intro]
You think you know me
I won’t even fib
Uh

[Verse 1]
These hoes is conniving (Woah), I won’t even try to (Woah)
I won’t even lie, I’m looking good
I won’t even fib, I’m feeling nice
I’m looking good today, I bought a new suit
I’m ’bout to go to work (Okay) and praise God (What else?)
I feel like celebrating, I ain’t been f*cked up
Yeah, I’ve been f*cked over, still going hard (Still going hard)
I feel like celebrating, okay, I’m f*cked up
Yeah, I’ve been f*cked over, still feeling nice (Still get it in)

[Chorus]
Everything’s great (Everything’s great)
Everything’s cool (Everything’s cool)
Everything’s perfect (Everything’s perfect)
Everything’s good (Everything’s good)
Everything’s kosher (Everything’s kosher)

[Post-Chorus]
I can’t believe that shit (Cannot), I don’t believe that bitch (No way)
I don’t believe these niggas, bruh, they be lyin’

[Verse 2]
These hoes is conniving, I won’t even try to (Uh-huh)
I won’t even lie (Uh-huh), I’m looking good
I won’t even fib, I’m feeling nice (Facts)
These hoes is conniving (Woah), I won’t even try to (Woah)
I won’t even lie (Ayy), I’m looking good
I won’t even fib, I’m feeling nice, uh

[Verse 3]
Uh
These hoes is conniving (Woah), I won’t even try to (Woah)
Even if I did, I won’t put it in no rhyme (Uh-huh)
I ain’t chasing plaques (Nah), I ain’t even running (Nope)
Baby, I’m a soldier; I get medals when I’m gunnin’ (Boom, boom, boom)
They lookin’ like, “Peggy, let’s see some receipts”
Everything I say I do gon’ get the
I don’t talk trash (Nah), I don’t say nothin’ (Nah)
I just speak facts (Facts), niggas be bluffin’ (Yup)
I won’t even lie, I’m looking good
I won’t even fib, I’m feeling nice
Trust

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Klub Des Loosers – Le Chat Lyrics

Je ne sais pas où est mon chat, mais ta chatte est sous mes doigts
Je la caresse, elle aime ça
Toi aussi enfin je crois
Elle n’a pas beaucoup de poils
C’est une chatte de concours très racée
Elle sait miauler
Pour réclamer des billets
Avec elle, pas de vacances
Non pas besoin, je suis déjà dans un endroit humide et chaud très propice aux maladies
C’est ce que le médecin m’a dit voyant les taches sur mon pénis
Interdiction de me gratter, ça pourrait faire des cicatrices
Demain soir j’ai bowling, attends moi sur le parking
Un joint roulé dans ton sac a main direction le motel
Son mini-bar finira vide l’amour c’est mieux en étant ivre
Joli tapin ta petite chatte ne pose jamais de lapin
Ne dis rien et ronronne je te donnerai du champagne
Passe à la salle de bain mets ton habit de CatWoman
Après j’oublierais tout même, que tu défais les boutons de type à l’argent sale pas proprement mignon
Avec moi c’est différent tu dis que j’ai du talent
Ta seule lecture ton horoscope donc ça ne me touche pas vraiment
Je ne sais pas ou est mon chat
Peut-être parce que j’en ai pas
Mais un jour cela viendra
Attention a ne pas confondre les chats crevés et les chats fatigués
Les deuxièmes peuvent bouger quand on leurs donne a manger
Je pensais qu’on ferait des trucs ensemble en fait tu dors tout le temps
J’aurais du prendre une marmotte elle se réveille au Printemps
Tellement flemmarde que quand tu dors tu rêves que tu rêves que tu dors
Ne regardes pas par la fenêtre comme si c’était mieux dehors

Viens te mettre sur mes genoux surtout n’es pas peur de mes doigts
Tu sais je te connais bien je sais toucher les bons endroits
Elle tourne la tête quand je la matte faire dans sa caisse elle est coquette
Si elle n’est pas sur le sofa c’est qu’elle est cachée sous la couette
Reprends de l’herbe c’est bon pour toi même si ca peut te faire vomir
Je lui en rapport souvent parce que j’aime bien lui faire plaisir
Elle est nourrit et logée essaie quand même de se barrer
A chaque fois que j’ouvre la porte elle tente de fuir sur le pallier
Veux-tu vraiment retourner dans le parc ou j’ai t’ai prises un soir ?
Tu regretteras ma maison close si je te mets sur le trottoir
Au fond tout ce que tu as a faire c’est dormir et manger
Te balader à quatre pattes et te laisser caresser
Ne te plains pas ou sinon tu vas te manger des gnons
J’n’aime pas quand elle me supplie de lui retirer sa combinaison

Fenêtre ouverte sur désespoir l’appart est vide j’ai vite compris
Je n’entendrais plus miauler tout est finit elle s’est enfuie
C’est de ma faute il faisait beau elle avait chaud
J’ai été con de croire quelle resterait sagement a bronzer sur le balcon
Elle a sauté deuxième étage, j’espère quelle ne s’est rien cassé
J’aurais du la faire tatouer en plus elle n’a pas son collier
Dans le quartier j’ai mis partout sa photo et mon numéro
Je ne sais pas ou est mon chat j’espère qu’elle reviendra bientôt

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Axelle Red – Manhattan-kaboul Lyrics

Petit Portoricain, bien intégré quasiment New-Yorkais
Dans mon building tout de verre et d’acier
Je prends mon job, un rail de coke, un café
Petite fille Afghane, de l’autre côté de la terre
Jamais entendu parler de Manhattan
Mon quotidien c’est la misère et la guerre
Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant
Pulvérisés, sur l’autel, de la violence éternelle
Un 747, s’est explosé dans mes fenêtres
Mon ciel si bleu est devenu orage
Lorsque les bombes ont rasé mon village
Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant
Pulvérisés, sur l’autel, de la violence éternelle
So long, adieu mon rêve américain
Moi, plus jamais esclave des chiens

Vite imposé l’islam des tyrans
Ceux là ont-ils jamais lu le coran?
Suis redev’nu poussière
Je s’rai pas maître de l’univers
Ce pays que j’aimais tellement serait-il
Finalement colosse aux pieds d’argile?
Les dieux, les religions
Les guerres de civilisation
Les armes, les drapeaux, les patries, les nations
Font toujours de nous de la chair à canon
Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant
Pulvérisés, sur l’autel, de la violence éternelle
Deux étrangers au bout du monde, si différents
Deux inconnus, deux anonymes, mais pourtant
Pulvérisés, sur l’autel, de la violence éternelle

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Purple Disco Machine – Dopamine Lyrics (feat. Eyelar)

[Verse 1]
Put my life on the line
It’s the only way I’ll ever feel alive
Kissed the rose, love is blind
I don’t care about the thorns if you’re my type, ooh-ooh

[Pre-Chorus]
You got me wide awake
When you keep livin’ in my mind
Heartbeat, heartbeat
Start that beat again
I need you night and day
‘Cause only you can get me high
Heartbeat, heartbeat

[Chorus]
You make all the dopa-dopamine in my bloodstream
The way you touch me, I’m lovin’ the feeling
Of dopa-dopamine in my bloodstream
Let it control me, I’m lovin’ thе feeling

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh), that dopamine (Yeah)
Start that beat again
[Verse 2]
Runnin’ wild, keep mе sweet
‘Cause I like it when you take control of me
When your love runs so deep
It’s like sugar in my veins and I can’t sleep, no, no

[Pre-Chorus]
You got me wide awake
When you keep livin’ in my mind
Heartbeat, heartbeat
Start that beat again
I need you night and day
‘Cause only you can get me high
Heartbeat, heartbeat

[Chorus]
You make all the dopa-dopamine in my bloodstream
The way you touch me, I’m lovin’ the feeling
Of dopa-dopamine in my bloodstream
Let it control me, I’m lovin’ the feeling

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, that dopamine
Start that beat again
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh), that dopamine (Yeah)
Start that beat again
[Bridge]
(Yeah)
That dopamine, start that beat again
(Ooh-ooh, yeah) That dopamine, start that beat again
That dopamine, start that beat again
That dopamine, start that beat again
That dopamine, start that beat again
That dopamine, start that beat again
That dopamine, start that beat again
That dopamine, start that beat again
That dopamine, start that beat again

[Chorus]
You make all the dopa-dopamine in my bloodstream
The way you touch me, I’m lovin’ the feeling
Of dopa-dopamine in my bloodstream
Let it control me, I’m lovin’ the feeling

[Post-Chorus]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, that dopamine
Start that beat again
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, that dopamine
Start that beat again
[Outro]
Start that beat again, start that beat again
That dopamine, start that beat again
Start that beat again, start that beat again (Yeah)
That dopamine, start that beat again

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Kirko Bangz – Ptsd Lyrics

[Intro]
(Kirko Bangz)

[Verse 1]
My brother doin’ time but I can’t cry for him
Lil’ cousin doin’ time but I can’t cry for him
I lost my cousin to the streets but I can’t cry for him
My cry is breakin’ every time but I can’t for ’em
And I can’t even lie, momma
I can’t shed a tear, I’m traumatized, momma
PTSD f*ckin’ with my mind, momma
I didn’t even get to say goodbye, momma
We was supposed to make it through the worst days
No more cryin’ on your birthday
White candles, yeah, they hurt the worst way
Write RIP, [?] hurt the worst way

[Chorus]
And all this money in my bag don’t take the pain away (No, no)
All this liquor to my head don’t take the pain away (No, no)
We wasn’t lookin’ for no handouts, just a get away (No, no)
All we know is all we know and that’s to get away (No, no)
And all this monеy in my bag don’t take the pain away (That don’t take thе pain away)
All this liquor to my head don’t take the pain away (That don’t take the pain away)
We wasn’t lookin’ for no handouts, just a get away (Tryna get away)
All we know is all we know and that’s to get away (Get away)
[Verse 2]
How I’m ‘posed to make a change when niggas hatin’ on me?

How I’m ‘posed to make a change when niggas preyin’ on me?
I thought that nigga was my dawg, he got it out for me
He was just waitin’ for a reason to switch sides on me
Can’t find a friend, I find protection in this Nina
LeBron fan, I never thought I’d need a [?]
The same niggas slept on couches in my condos
Throwin’ dirt all on my name in every convo
And I can’t even lie, momma
Some nights I dream of homicide, momma
The other nights I think of suicide, momma
But I can’t take my life, I gotta provide, momma

[Chorus]
But all this money in my bag don’t take the pain away (No, no)
All this liquor to my head don’t take the pain away (No, no)
We wasn’t lookin’ for no handouts, just a get away (No, no)
All we know is all we know and that’s to get away (No, no)
And all this money in my bag don’t take the pain away (That don’t take the pain away)
All this liquor to my head don’t take the pain away (That don’t take the pain away)
We wasn’t lookin’ for no handouts, just a get away (Tryna get away)
All we know is all we know and that’s to get away (Get away)

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G Perico – 5 Freeway Lyrics

[Intro]
(City)

[Verse 1]
I was off for a second, now I’m back
If you lost me, ain’t no comin’ back
I be prayin’ that the whole team advance
Hoop earrings on bling when you glance
I ain’t goin’ back and forth
I hope they free the homie when he go back to court
I be thinkin’ ’bout Nip
Like, “I gotta keep this shit goin’ strong for the Crips”
600 horsepower flyin’ in my Benz
Buyin’ Number (N)ine’s, sprayed all on my fit
The feds comin’ through ’round this bitch takin’ pics
Buildin’ Blue T-Shirt, ’bout to sell it for some M’s
Next level, baguette link and the Bezel
Blinding everything when I hit the champеzzle
My granny always told me I was special
Whеn she died, man, my life got so hectic
These niggas cliquing up, I gotta stay blickied up
They sayin’ that it’s cool, but I can’t trust nothin’
Glock on my hip, that mean murder
Pay the bond, pay the judge, pay the lawyer
Then I’m backflippin’ off of yachts, gangbangin’ out of drops
I ain’t no different from these niggas, I just played my card
Royal flush, bitch, I just beat the odds
Call me poker face from now on
[Chorus]
I was flyin’ on the 5 Freeway in the Benz
Doin’ about a buck ten
Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel
Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Bucho)
Like G, do your shit
Ain’t no stress, go get rich
What we press? Innerprize Clicc (It’s the clique)

Up to the neck with this thirty round stick

[Verse 2]
Givenchy, stomp AMG pedals
Niggas come to the city and get stripped on Rodeo
Niggas come to the city with that hundred pound pack
Just cash out and I’ma get it where you at
What’s clout? Niggas gettin’ killed for it
Like this Bel Air, when I pop, you get spilled for it
Had some niggas in my business, wasn’t built for it
We was ‘posed to get rich, but you switched on me

[Bridge]
Fentanyl killer, long live my nigga
Swear when I be ridin’ in my Benz I can hear him
Raheem, young nigga with a dream
Young, fly, curly haired like me
Fentanyl killer, long live my nigga
Swear when I be ridin’ in my Benz I can hear him
Cross country, get money
Got a Mexican and a snow bunny
[Chorus]
I was flyin’ on the 5 Freeway in the Benz
Doin’ about a buck ten
Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel
Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Bucho)
Like G, do your shit
Ain’t no stress, go get rich
What we press? Innerprize Clicc (It’s the clique)
Up to the neck with this thirty round stick

[Outro]
G Perico, Innerprize Clicc, Play 2 Win
And I’m bettin’ on my motherf*ckin’ self
This the million dollar flip, we ain’t got time to play
Cross country, get money
Got a Mexican and a snow bunny

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Ygtut – Black Benz Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Black folks was never equal where I come from
The cops’ll take you from your people if you ain’t careful, son
Martin Luther and Malcolm, they in they graves turnin’ over
You a slave to persona, you just chasin’ the image
Tryna ball, shootin’ shit that you know is way out your range
Livin’ way past your limits, play it safe, pay attention
I was you once upon a time, tryna shine on niggas
Tryna rhyme like Jigga, that’s how the white folks get ya
Get that nigga a contract and a chain that’s bigger
Than his f*ckin’ imagination, then we’ll rob that nigga
Niggas all about bitches, could give a damn about business
You’ll be pinchin’ every penny you let ’em catch your ass slippin’
When you tryna survive, who give a f*ck about privilege?
Section 8 look way different than the houses y’all live in
In a world of demise, why try and speed up the ending?
Shouldn’t come a surprise, these crackers here tryna kill us
Your illusion is your own disappointment, can’t point at no one else
Know yourself before you destroy yourself
I tried to tell myself I can’t trust everybody
Had to understand the type to put a knife in Caesar’s neck
Or put a nail in Jesus’ hand (That’s the way that we livin’)
Them facts, yeah (That’s the love of forgiveness)
In the land of the privileged
Tryna make a percentage
Tryna make the world different

Speak up, they gon’ kill us
It’s a genocide on our kind, they workin’ against us
(We give up all through the same shit)
(We give up all through the same shit)
[Verse 2]
Cops supposed to protect and serve, they just patrol and control
Now the pigs is killin’ niggas, shit is out of control
Shit, we killin’ ourselves, shit is out of control
How does Black lives even matter when we kill our own folk?
Huey Newton’s probably layin’ in his grave, turnin’ over
You a slave to a culture, you just chasin’ the image
You just tryin’ to fit in
You just wanna be down
You don’t have no opinion
You’ll just go with the crowd
Will we ever unite and fight for some shit that’ll matter?
Shit, I wish Bobby Seale could come and rebirth the Panthers
With our fists in the air, gotta fight for our rights
‘Cause you can’t trust a pig with a badge and some lights
And they wonder why we corrupted and shit
They just tryna shut us up, we won’t put up with this shit
I’m sayin’ put yourself in our shoes, take a walk in our life
Let your son get murked, let your pops get life
Satan must be a formula baby, how they raisin’ hell
I’m tryna sell my Flu Games ’cause I ain’t f*ckin’ with 12
Shit, we all want justice, f*ck that martial arts shit
Y’all give a coward a gun and badge, that’s some dumb-ass shit

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22gz – Steppers Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang
(Zkup)
For all my real deal steppers
(Rrah, rrah)
Blick, blick, blick
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Grrt
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]
Stepper gon’ step, get stepped on
They know I’m cutting the check off (Skrrt, skrrt, they know I’m cutting the check off, rrah)
Told ’em to bring me his chain
And they ended up ripping his neck off (Ended up ripping his neck off, gang, gang)
Why would I make a mistake?
I got oppers, I’m tryna get checked off (Grrt, I got oppers I’m tryna get checked off)
I know these hoes for the streets
I’m a demon, you ain’t gotta check on me (You ain’t gotta check on mе)

[Verse 1]
I was sixteen ridin’ around with the Wess’, wild for respеct (I was wild for respect)
I’m twenty-three with a Glock 23, opps know I’m a threat (Buh-buh-buh, opps know I’m a threat)
Shouldn’t sell what he sells to them people, he wouldn’t got hit in the neck (Grrt, he wouldn’t got hit in the neck)
Told my youngin to aim for his face, though he thought he was safe ’cause he wearing a vest (Buh-buh-buh, ’cause he wearing a vest)
Fast way, shooting and driving, hit the boy out his designer, then we rewind it (Then we rewind it)
Hop out all black and they say they on timin’ (Said they on timin’? Rrah)
Said they outside, when we spinnin’, can’t find ’em (Grrt, spinnin’, can’t find ’em?)
I have a twirler, come snatch all these diamonds (Give me that shit)
I drop a bag on they head, they gon’ find ’em (Bands, bands, I drop a bag on they head, they gon’ find ’em)
Heard ’em saying it’s a pack on my head, so we slidin’ (Heard ’em saying it’s a pack on my head, so we spinnin’)
He a rapper, we searching through pictures and comments (Pictures and comments, woah)
I’m tryna get one of these instagram bitches to line him (Buh-buh-buh-buh, hahahaha)
[Chorus]
Stepper gon’ step, get stepped on

They know I’m cutting the check off (They know I’m cutting the check off, bands, bands)
Told ’em to bring me his chain
And they ended up ripping his neck off (Ended up ripping his neck off, gimme that shit)
Why would I make a mistake?
I got oppers, I’m tryna get checked off (I got oppers I’m tryna get checked off, rrah)
I know these hoes for the streets
I’m a demon, you ain’t gotta check on me (You ain’t gotta check on me, skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Brand new ‘Miris, can’t put my trust in these rappers, they scary (Drip, drip, drip, they scary)
Combo, smokin’ on New Jack City (Zaza, zaza), brand new pack from Chinese Kitty
Treesh from the A, let me suck on the titties
I caught the wap in the beck of the Bentley (Treesh, treesh, treesh, māthā)
Niggas, they fear me
Ain’t catching stain, you can’t even come near me (Can’t even come near me)
Ain’t gotta tap in, ’cause I’ma smack up, get a nigga wrapped up, shouldn’t be lackin’
Taliban just like Bin Laden (Taliban, taliban)
Throw bullets to his chest like Madden (Taliban, taliban)
Now you easing and gasping
What you get for that chattin’ (What you get for that chatting)
Caught him slippin’ in traffic
What you thought was gon’ happen? (Man down, man down)

[Chorus]
Stepper gon’ step, get stepped on
They know I’m cutting the check off (They know I’m cutting the check off, gang, gang, gang)
Told ’em to bring me his chain
And they ended up ripping his neck off (Ended up ripping his neck off, Sniper the Blixky)
Why would I make a mistake?
I got oppers, I’m tryna get checked off (I got oppers I’m tryna get checked off, twirl, twirl)
I know these hoes for the streets
I’m a demon, you ain’t gotta check on me (Grrt, you ain’t gotta check on me, gang, gang, gang)
[Outro]
Free them steppers
Gon’ let ’em steppers
Blick, blick