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Paul Davis – One More Time For The Lonely Lyrics

Driving on the road to home
A few cars back
Maybe three in front
I don’t know

All I know is we
Are going way too slow
The guy in front takes a left
The others follow

I am left alone
Maybe this will be the day
That I’m going home
And I feel lonely for the last time
Walking on the road to home

I take three steps
And I fall backward five more
I want to stop building up
These walls between us
The walls of pride, the walls of pain

Break through these
And make me whole again
I cannot wait to be with you, Lord Jesus
And I feel lonely for the last time

See the walls, see the walls
Come crashing down around us
Now we, now we are together
And feel lonely for the last time

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Da Beatminerz – U…, Me…, All Ov Us Lyrics

[Hook: Jean Grae]
(You…) Gotta get your damn hands up. (Me…) Must keep on giving my all until
(All of us…) Got it locked for real and stay strong ‘til the truth’s revealed. Keep on my niggas…
(You…) Gotta get your paper tight. (Me…) Gotta get my paper right until
(All of us…) And invest, get it back, stay flippin’ it, they doin’ it. Heads up, niggas, come on…
(You…) Stay maintaining this rock. (Me…) Must speak truth every drop
(All of us…) Still stay running from the cops. Y’all know ain’t nothing changed much…
(You…) Gotta know who you are and (Me…) must take this further, man, ‘til one day
(All of us…) We can all stand strong together and no man is severin’—not ever

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
I see the responsibility. I’m cleverer than most others. Don’t smother these bars
I don’t clutter it with garbage—won’t mutter it ‘less it’s simply marvelous
And I need to know I’m a part of this. Renaissance—shift over the marketin’
Won’t bother me hardly. My mind since back to starvin’, part partial to startin’
Huge riots caused by new pre-OTTs
Move out the way, biatch, or end up in triage
We got more this year. Severe rain. Increase the flame
Little bit higher so fire slips out the frame
Until I retire—that’s never. Y’all can remain ambivalent
‘Cause from this point, nothing changed the sentiments
Quitting is now hard to say just like cinnamon
I fear…

[Hook: Jean Grae]
(You…) Gotta know when it’s time to stand up. (Me…) Must keep everybody crunk
(All of us…) Must speak when want. Don’t sleep—it’s important. Trust, I wouldn’t lie to ya
(You…) Must get your hands in the sky. (Me…) We’ll keep this party live until
(All of us…) Fall out. Now it’s time for some of y’all to get called out

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
I gotta build every record, keep reachin’
Lover of free speech, f**ker with these beats, a
Bubbling name, struggle, fame made stronger by
Ducking our aim, sucking pain. I’ll bomb your chain
Right off your torso and also
Disconnect your neck from your poor throat for
Tryin’ to take my glory and my shine
You get floored ‘til your pourin’ it south
Beyond permanent pause in the coroner’s house (And)
Time is the case and I’m on with fine pace
And a line so proper from my momma: “I’m laced”
And my pockets got poppa but I’m on the paper chase
I don’t f**k around. You better shut your mouth
‘Til me spill rounds, all of us running now
I’ve got a cunning mouth. Y’all got a cunt in yours. I’m out
Catch you on tour…

[Hook: Jean Grae]
(You…) Gotta get your damn hands up. (Me…) Must keep on giving my all until
(All of us…) Got it locked for real and stay strong ‘til the truth’s revealed. Keep on my niggas…
(You…) Gotta get your paper tight. (Me…) Gotta get my paper right until
(All of us…) And invest, get it back, stay flippin’ it, they doin’ it. Heads up, niggas, come on…
(You…) Stay maintaining this rock. (Me…) Must speak truth every drop
(All of us…) Still stay running from the cops. Y’all know ain’t nothing changed much…
(You…) Hey thanks for feelin’ this song. (Me…) I’m out… (Let’s keep goin’…)
(All of us…)

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Gemini Club – Nothing But History Lyrics

Don’t forget what you know
Keep in mind what you don’t
I say you move too fast
You say I move too slow
It’s not the speed
How’d you forget all the history?

She’s at church on the weekdays
The priest leaves and she stays
God better tear those walls down
And I can’t hold a flame
To light a fire up in the rain

The bed you made and the debts I paid
Won’t set me free
There’s nowhere left to go until the back door breaks on me
Don’t forget all that I said
With your lies in my head
You know there’s nothing left to hide
And you can’t seem to say the words that I can see in your face

So stay in all night
Because I might want to come over
To keep what’s left and forget
When you turn away
When you’re walking home
On a winter’s night
I am there with you
When you fall asleep
On the broken ground
When you walk away
I am here with you

Keep your eyes on the road
Push down on the pedal
May you listen now to the silence
That fills in every night
While you echo in this heart of mine
And as the silence fades every page you write
Turns back to me
You’re so clever in disguise in the light of your own marquee

There’s nothing but lights and they shine all night
Cause you know
There’s nothing but history, and nothing but me leaving you alone

So stay in all night
Because I might want to come over
To keep what’s left and forget
When you turn away
When you’re walking home
On winters night
I am there with you
When you fall asleep
On the broken ground
When you walk away
I am here with you

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Cadell – Hotline 2 Lyrics

[Sample from “Another Body Down” by Aye Nizzy]
Why didn’t your brother give you a Rolex?
Why didn’t he give you champagne?
Everybody knows if he wasn’t your brother
Then nobody would know Cadell’s name

[Sample from “64 Bars of Air Pie” by Mez]
Likkle bro wanna go on like a big man
Likkle bro can’t ever go where I go

[Sample from “SMH (Swipe Man’s Headtop)” by Blaydes]
Guarantee if you weren’t Wiley’s brother
Nobody in the scene would’ve known your name

[Verse]
Look, new week, new victims
This time I ain’t gonna say no name, that’s a kid ting
Likkle brudda wanna be me cause he done seen me
On BBC and my tunes mixing
Might body your body and buss case, rudeboy, but
If I body your body, I do better
One wears Nike, one of them’s the next in grime
I’m a leader of the New Era
And I just got a sponsorship from New Era too
That means fresh new hats for a header, too
Don’t let me see another Nike baseball cap
No baseball team, no revenue
Yeah, I said Nike like an American
Brand new snapback, beak like a pelican
Just got back from the gifting
Giving ’em out, I ain’t selling ’em
You don’t bang for the block, you’re celibate
When I was in Lewisham, you wasn’t on anything
And I ain’t gotta stay relevant
You wanna talk racks? Then show me ten of ’em
And I said six last time but I bet that I’ll clash ’bout ten of ’em
Didn’t wanna see me get up in my element
Maybe they do, though, who knows
Their bars ain’t even worth a blue note
Just know, when I say “go home”, I mean go home
You’re from Nottingham, you ain’t from Bow Road
You weren’t there when grime was young
Don’t know Maniac or know my mum
So, my son, know your place
I’m that same little kid, just an older age
And make sure your runners got runners
You couldn’t make what my soldier pays
And recently, I’ve been on my own ting
No new friends, youngers or older mates
I can’t lie, I ain’t perfect
Not one person on earth with no mistakes
Last time I saw you was at the tour
Time before that, you was getting rushed
You’re going to hate, it’s inevitable
This ain’t even a send or a diss or an indirect
I’m just setting it all
Let me settle the score
I’m on a level that they ain’t tried level before
Last time that we clashed, it was eight to six
If you cut out the lies, it was seven to four
I still won though, told man several times
They ain’t levelling I
Could’ve got a MOBO last year if I tried
“Rematch who? Rematch, when?”
Is one of the best one-liners of all time
Especially in a clash, don
Brought the war, they all laid their backs on
I don’t listen to charts, they made the grime top five
Don’t ever put Aks on, wah gwan for that, don?
That’s not right, so many cameras
So it’s not everyday clap on sight
Buck ’em on the rebound, Harry Kane on the hotline
Let me get Robbie Keane out
About shootings

About shootings, I don’t come on the mic about shootings
I come on the mic and show them they’re losing
Yeah, I’ve got a holiday sponsorship
Lots of piff, all came all-inclusive
07950 798805, my brudda, let’s do this
07950 798805, my brudda, let’s do this
You’re stupid

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Rich The Kid – Money Talk Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I need hittas on the rave
Nigga, that’s that money talk
Hmm, yeah, nigga, that’s that money talk
You hear that, all that

[Pre-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain’t no talkin’ to me
I need a chick, no, I ain’t talkin’ for free
I tipped that bitch, she ain’t been home in a week (Home for a week)
Pussy so good, right, I might buy a Jeep (Buy her a skrrr)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I need hittas on the rave now (Hittas on the rave)
Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, watch the money talk)
Need, all my bitches in a bustdown (In a bustdown)
Nigga, that’s the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)

[Verse 1: Young Boy Never Broke Again]
Ever since she got a arm, told her, I can’t hold her
She put on for the gang, shawty, she a soldier
And it don’t matter what she wish, she thinkin’ what I told her
And I told her I always make sure money talkin’ for ya
And I told her I’m chasing a check, I’ma call her back
I ain’t call in a week and I fall of, babe
I got sticks in the Jeep, I’m on all of that
Lotta racks on my jeans, that’s a hunnid, babe
I don’t even much look, I ain’t sayin’ that
All my bitches in a bustdown
I run with that beef, like a running back
That money talk, I get you touched now
You follow behind me I’m slidin’ with all my bitches in the jag’
Watchin’ a nigga can’t figure me out, like bitch, go get the bag
Hold on, watch me swag, keep protection on my waist, ho’
Neckless 1-30 thirty cash, when I’m walkin’ that Patek shows

[Pre-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain’t no talkin’ to me
I need a chick, no, I ain’t talkin’ for free
I tipped that bitch, she ain’t been home in a week (Home for a week)
Pussy so good, right, I might buy a Jeep (Buy her a skrrr)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I need hittas on the rave now (Hittas on the rave)
Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)
Need, all my bitches in a bustdown (In a bustdown, buss, buss)
Nigga, that’s the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
They say, “The money on the way“, I had to tell ’em “Rush it“
I bought the Cartier, was plain but then I told ’em “Bust it“ (Ice)
He ain’t talking ’bout no money, I ain’t heard nothin’ (No)
It ain’t no discussion (Discussion), every time she call I’m comin’ (What?)
I left the Maybach running (Running)
I keep the cash all hunnids (All hunnids)
Pull out the stick they drummin’ (Grrrah)
Bitch I’m the boss, you nothin’ (Woo)
I be talking ’bout a check, look at my bitch her wrist on wet
Everything I buss it down, put Eliantte round my neck
Feel so good I bought the Wagen off the lot (Skrr)
Pussy so good I bought Chanel right on the spot (Feel so good)
Bitch I’m the boss, I knock you off, gon’ see the case (See the case)
Rich Forever ballin’ like the NBA (Woo)
Rich

[Pre-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain’t no talkin’ to me
I need a chick, no, I ain’t talkin’ for free
I tipped that bitch, she ain’t been home in a week (Home for a week)
Pussy so good, right, I might buy a Jeep (Buy her a skrrr)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I need hittas on the rave now (Hittas on the rave)
Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)
Need, all my bitches in a bustdown (In a bustdown, buss, buss)
Nigga, that’s the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)

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Rick Ross – Future Bright Lyrics

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[Intro: Rick Ross]
The biggest
Bryson
Your future so bright
The flyest shit
It’s time to take ’em down, baby
Maybach Music

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Yo, (Big Billionaire)
Still got the yayo flyin’ in from all the West Coast
Fleet of cars all red like this was death row
Keep it gangsta, never singin’ like it’s “Danny Boy”
All she seen was Givenchy soon as I ran up on her
Begin at what you eat, I’ma change your lifestyle (Boss)
Lamborghinis at Checkers, a nigga iced out (Woo)
From the back I fuck her long term (Huh)
No trippin’, trust me, shawty, this won’t hurt (Huh)
New G wagon, that’s just to go get your nails did
Big fishin’ I’ma get you niggas at LIV
I got a plug and it’s comin’ out of Panama (Huh)
I got a plug and it’s comin’ out of Panama
A petty problem had your ass doin’ 30 years
Boy, the future bright, it’s time to touch these 30 M’s
Cocaine and Maybachs throughout the catalog
Expensive wheels for pretty bitches, I had ’em all (Boss)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Shorty said she wanna floss like me (Like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (Like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (Me)
Then fuck with a young boss like me
You got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no
Pull out the stops like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a-, fuck with a-

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Rollin’ deep, show and tell by the gang unit
All the gangstas show me love and they bang to it (Uh)
Our future bright, I wanna handle your retirement
Life insurance, policy with the Pyrex (Uh)
Kingpin so it’s smoother than a one-two
Got you the same whip I got your mom too (Huh)
Do it big and shit, I’m talkin’ until
Junior Mafia niggas’ll let the guns loose (Bang)
Bad bitch better show me what her tongue do (Huh)
Dapper Dan Gucci suits that I could run through (Huh)
My niggas comin’ up like it was coke prices (Huh)
How can you be trippin’, nigga, with no snipers? (Huh)
Step-steppin’ off the jets, still in the hair-rollers
She rock with dopeboys, all shareholders
20 stacks, blow it all in Fashion Nova
What I’m smokin’, you can smell from California (Boss)

[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Shorty said she wanna floss like me (Floss like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (Cost like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (Call the shots)
Then fuck with a young boss like me
I know you got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no
Pull out the stop like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a-, fuck with a-

[Outro]
Maybach Music

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Mac Miller – Complicated Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Outside is cloudy, but I like that better (Better, better)
Behind the wheel, but still ain’t on my way
Some people say they want to live forever
That’s way too long, I’ll just get through today

[Chorus]
Without any complications (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Does it always gotta, does it always gotta
Gotta be so complicated? (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Well, I’m way too young to be gettin’ old

[Verse 2]
And all I wanna do is look, but I can’t see, baby
Who you talkin’ to while you talkin’ to me, baby?
Let me, let me know if I can see you later
We could make it easy

[Verse 3]
Inside my head is getting pretty cluttered (Cluttered, cluttered)
I try, but can’t clean up this mess I made
‘Fore I start to think about the future
First, can I please get through a day?

[Chorus]
Without any complications (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Does it always gotta, does it always gotta
Gotta be so complicated? (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Well, I’m way too young to be gettin’ old

[Outro]
Some people say they want to live forever
Without any complications (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Does it always gotta, does it always gotta
Gotta be so complicated? (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Well, I’m way too young to be gettin’ old

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Eminem – Marsh Lyrics

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[Intro]
My name is Marsh and this world, I’m out of it (Out of it)
‘Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I’m starting to sound like Alf a bit
Ha, I kill me, this medicine’s counterfeit
I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Checked in at the Royal Garden
To chill and avoid my problems
Until paranoia caused me
To feel like I’m going bonkers
For real, think my toilet’s talkin’
I spilled like, like forty bottles
Of pills, think your boy is startin’
To feel like a spoiled carton of milk
‘Cause it just occurred
My girl’s cheatin’, I’m kickin’ that fucking bitch to the curb
But the word “fucking” ain’t meant to be a descriptive word
The type of bitch she is, ain’t no adjective, it’s a verb
Ho thinks her snatch is magical
But that’s how she attracts men, though
Traps ’em and attack similar to an actual arachnid
Or a vaginal tarantula or black widow
In fact it’ll be nothin’ to throw that lil’ bitch with a capital B out the back window
Of the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo
When I’m strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet
A halfwit, I’ll aim at, then I’ll
Been fire bitch, I can outrap Reynolds
A pad and pen’ll be great, but a napkin’ll do
Return of the whack sicko
Head spinnin’ like invisible scratch pickles
Yeah, Shady’s back, see the bat signal
It’s time to go bat shit, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger and crapped it
I’d like to introduce myself
Hi there, bitch…

[Chorus]
My name is Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)
S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)
Call me extra, extra terrestrial
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial (Skrrt, yeah)

[Verse 2]
I could keep beefin’, fuck is the point?
I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to Detroit
If you’re still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L
I’d rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint (Diddy)
Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, in Hell
Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid
Used to get jumped for my ProWings
When I was growing up they said a Slinky’s a wonderful toy
My mother thought I was such a fun little boy
“Oh, what a bundle of joy”
Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin
From a tantrum I was throwing
Like a motherfuckin’ disgruntled employee
I don’t cut the beat ’til I fuckin’ destroy it
Once I get going, rain, thunder, it’s storming
Puddles are forming, I hear somebody’s voice
In my head, say it’s still a dream
Then he said kill emcees
Trippie Redd, with pills and lean
Sipping meds in the limousine
Getting head, guillotine

[Chorus]
My name’s Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)
S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)
Call me extra, extra terrestrial (Yeah)
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial

[Verse 3]
Yeah
So all of y’all can just suck a penis (Suck a penis)
I’ll do the opposite (I’ll do the opposite)
Eat you pussies like cunnilingus (Like cunnilingus)
There ain’t no stoppin’ it (There ain’t no stoppin’ it)
They say I’m such a genius (They say I’m such a genius)
When that Kamikaze hit (When that Kamikaze hit)
Now they call me “butter fingers” (They call me “butter fingers”)
‘Cause I just keep droppin’ shit (I just keep droppin’ shit)
You wanna butt heads? Shut up, Beavis, ha ha
I got your bitch with her butt out
I’m hittin’ a lick ’cause she stickin’ her tongue out (Bitch)
You got no hitters, you might be pitchin’ a shut out
She ’bout to give up the dug out (Yeah)
I should just live in a nut house
Right now, I live in an igloo (Yeah)
And I’m not chillin’ the fuck out
Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild with red hair and
Plus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread man
I’m a stan of Redman, X-Clan and I’m a Treach fan
But I look up to myself (Yeah)
Like a fucking headstand (Yeah)
So why, w-w-why else, would I call myself an alien?
How could I hit a dry spell? (Yeah), I’m named after the wet lands

[Chorus]
I’m Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)
S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)
Call me extra, extra terrestrial (Yeah)
My name is Marsh and, my name is, my name is
My name is Marsh

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Elujay – Can’t Wait Lyrics (feat. Amen, Daoud & Genoa)

[Voicemail]
Aye, nigga, I ain’t gonna be playing this phone tag with you, my nigga
So at your earliest convenience, give me a call back
Aight, you have a blessed day. (Laughs)

One time
[Verse 1]
Play this for your baby boy
Tell him that it’s all good
Put your cape on, boy
Cause you’re gonna save the hood
I don’t wanna cash out
Brother bust another joog
Displacing black folks
Kicked me out the neighborhood
Sorry cause we been there
Look at what we have here
We gon win another ring
Like we did it last year
This is for my hipster girl
Sipping on that past beer
You the reason why my niggas really have fear
Let me take a second get it right, get it right
Let me take a second, get it right, get it right
Section 8 gon’ have my niggas right, get ‘ em right
Let me get it back, one time

[Hook: Choir]
I can’t wait too long
Cause even if you got too long
Even if you got no home (x4)

[Verse 2]
Forget that call, it’s her no more
Don’t really know, little ma no more
Bad bitch on that big ol boat
That big ol boat
Hey white man, pay these reparations
I’m not tryna be a f**king stat like calculations
And shoutout to them fathers that be tryna beat their cases
Many situations when I’m tryna get my placement
I kick it back, cause I’m placing
You know I’m round the city, cause you know I got some places
Let me take a second, get it right, get it right
Section 8 gon’ have my niggas right, get em right
Let me get it back, one time
[Hook]

[Outro]
I can’t wait, no I can’t wait

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Gemini Club – Show My Hands Lyrics

You can claw your way
You can bleed for the lights that shine
You can pave the street
With every shimmering lie
Truth for the fools who believe
What they want to at night
To sleep
Lights for the the darkness you breed
When you never said goodnight

If I show my hands under the sun
I know
That you will stay
Cause the lies will push you back

So don’t lie to me
And say
It’s for good or ill
And don’t try to hide
From the moments you tried to kill
Strained eyes hide
From the morning light
Of a careless dream
It’s already a demise
It’s already lost at the start for me

Stay
Because I will leave in the morning
Just stay
Because I will leave in the morning

You’ve come to desire hopelessness
But know I’ll always change your mind
I know that nothing’s going to save you
When you tell me that it’s all run dry

And if I show my hands under the sun
I know
That you will stay
Cause the lies will push you back
And I will leave in the morning
Because I will leave in the morning

Oh you want to try and save?
What?
You know it’s true
You’re still calling on the phone
If you want to know
Cause still keep
Building walls and I cannot breach
In the cold and I cannot teach
When you crawl up and cannot speak
I kept all the bullets I could find
In the darkness in my mind
In the darkness they bleed for me
No lights on the streets
They lead me out
Don’t start on the take
When the take is mine
In the darkness in my mind
Look back to the former cause
Built walls in the summer nights
Meanwhile she’s out in the hallway
Let me out
Don’t want to say
In the dark want to go now
Far away from the daylight
I saw in your own eyes
And they say this will never change
And it seems just like the end of time
But in the end I turned you away

Stay
Because I will leave in the morning
Just stay
Because I will leave in the morning

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Cadell – UK Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They ain’t ever been leveling up
Says that’s he’s boiling, sekkle it down
So many mugs, wanna act thug
Me, I get tickets, sell ’em all out
Get it? Tickets, sell ’em all out
Cherish the pounds and pennies it all counts
Won’t see my DNA up on no ounce
And you won’t see my name by none of your tunes
Always a story there’s more to
I can see the lies beneath your truth
Should I shut it down or not?
He ain’t hood, check if he’s around or not
It’s just music, on road, you won’t shoot it
Tell me when the shouting stops
Up and down the country, my Gs comfy
Trust me, we’ve seen a thousand blocks

[Hook]
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave

[Verse 2]
And I bet them man are any can of soup ting man
On a “let’s invest on the yout dem” plan
Pick your side cause I ain’t two-faced
Up and down the UK recruiting man
Might hear a 16 bar
And tell a boy stick to the twelve-bar blue ting
So why do so many L plates
Act like they’ve got the 12-gauge shooting man? Nah
You don’t show no management character
If he’s got dough, I’ll wrap man’s manager
My team’s 300 but loyal and savager
Just for the right green, I’ll cabbage ya
And don’t get mad at me
If he’s on point, I’ll rap man’s salary
I stock bulk on my stack like calories
Man wanna act like they’ve never had a beef

[Hook]
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave
So black ball who and live where?
Me, I’ve got a black long stick and it’s rare
Yeah, you’re the guy in your hood
But in the UK, I’m that guy around here
Bruddas in Wales, Scotland, Northampton
Out of towners, it’s your anthem
Might just go midlands for the cheese
Or I’m in Bedfordshire tryna leave

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Paul Davis – What You Got To Say About Love Lyrics

Is that me, who’s floating away?
Lifted up to the clouds by a kiss
Never felt nothin’ like this

Is that me, I don’t recognize?
Loves’s the one thing I know all about
I had it all figured out

But what about trust?
What about tenderness?

What about tears when I’m happy?
What about wings when I fall?
I want you to be, a story for me
That I can believe in forever

And what about love?

Will you be my light in the storm?
Will I see a new world in your eyes?
With you my whole spirit rise

And what about hope?
(What about hope?)
What about joy?
(What about joy?)

What about tears when I’m happy?
What about wings when I fall?
I want you to be, a story for me
That I can believe in forever

And what about
(What about)
What about
Love?

What about
(What about)
What about
You and me

What about
(What about)
Love?

What about
(What about)
What about
Love?

What about
What about
Love?

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Gemini Club – Cassini Mission Lyrics

Breaking chains
Falling walls
I’m in the back room
I’m in back
I’ll tell you no more
“That’s a lie.”
I drove down to Houston
To seek out the progress of man
I ain’t afraid missing anyone
Or living in the heart land
I watched a man oklahoma
Set fire to his gas station
He wants it all until explodes
Until it comes back to haunt him
He said “I’m done
With the progress
It’s only something to drown in.”
Hah
Don’t look outside
The high tide
It’s already rising
And your dreams no longer wild
Last one that plays it safe
Hold tight guy
I said
That’s nothing but noise
They want to bury us
As the past
I’ll take you up again
Breaking chains
Falling walls

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Cadell – Preference Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Wanna talk lyrics? No hashtags, just @ signs
When you mention my bruddas
Mad how we living, 9 Milli Major told me
“Make sure your runners got runners”
Got with the system, they want colours and patterns
But what about knowledge and wisdom?
When your brain stops working is when you’re dead
Get too big for your boots and you’re gone in an instant
Reaching the market, me, I end it, don’t start it
Nice guy, but I’m cold-hearted
And when I say I’ve got that stain
I don’t mean that I put the bleach on the carpet
Phone plugs for manoeuvres, they end up losers
Leave the transaction laughing
Might put a beat on, rap one or a grime one
I don’t know what I’m asking
Which one’s better? Which one do you like
And which one’s realer?
Everybody’s got opinions
My opinion is there’s no problem with either
I’ve got the whole thing conquered
There’s a war going on and I know with who
It ain’t a war between genres
The real war is all the lies versus truth

[Hook]
So, what’s your preference?
Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?
Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?
What about freestyles? Did you like mine?
What’s your pick? What’s your cuppa?
Who’s too sick? Who’s too pukka?
Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?
Who’s gonna shut it all down this summer?

[Verse 2]
It’s like nowadays, you can be a shooter
Even if you never grab pistols
I can make big man look like boys
But I don’t say much, I let hits talk
Might Shmoney Dance but I don’t crip walk
Not of gang member, a lot of kid’s talk
Not a Skywalker, hold my corner
Can’t cross the line or my border
I ain’t gonna lie, for a minute, I didn’t wanna spit
Cuh the feds get rid of my type
Now I’m living my life, this is my choice
I’ma spit till they all get sick of my voice
The way they act’s like they already are
Told ’em don’t know who they thought that we are
They wanna hop into the mix till I slip on the gloves, Drive through and hop out the car
Round here, tings pop off
Raves get lock arff, you might get lock out the dance
The way the scene is active right now
I swear to God, I clocked it from far
I say each to their own
So if it ain’t about money, then leave me alone
And it’s cold in the street, don’t speak
Unless you’re gonna speak what you know, like

[Hook]
What’s your preference?
Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?
Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?
What about freestyles? Did you like mine?
What’s your pick? What’s your cuppa?
Who’s too sick? Who’s too pukka?
Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?
Who’s gonna shut it all down this summer?

[Hook]
What’s your preference?
Is rap running the ting, or is it grime?
Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine?
What about freestyles? Did you like mine?
What’s your pick? What’s your cuppa?
Who’s too sick? Who’s too pukka?
Who flies the flag, who reps the colours?
Who’s gonna shut it all down this summer?

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Eminem – You Gon’ Learn Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: White Gold]
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9]
I’m a product of properly hoppin’ up out of that poverty
Profitin’ all for coppin’ and swappin’ that property out for a possible monopoly
Try not to adopt my father’s old philosophies
Same time I’m prayin’ to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy
I’m walkin’ across a suicidal tightrope intentionally
While the demons comin’ out of me
Wifey’s on the side of me talkin’ sense into me
Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she’s been sent to me
Right there since ’96, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be
Deal with life
This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me
Y’all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy
Targettin’ my kids and babies through population and gun control
Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more
Make a bigot racist uncomfortable
If y’all against talk and reparation then I’m not against the thought of separation
While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation, that’s funny bro
The segregation is bein’ told where I’m gonna go
Separation is bein’ woke and goin’ wherever I wanna go

[Chorus: White Gold]
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Never sold dope, from the gold rope
Wanted one though, they were so dope (Yeah)
Was a have-not (Yeah) ’cause my pockets (Uh)
Didn’t have knots, I was so broke
On my last rock, for my slingshot
Better haul ass, don’t be no slow poke (Nope)
Through the tall grass, run your ass off (Yeah)
Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post
Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it’s ’bout to fuzz
Like a lint roller they wait ’til it’s late, they will tiptoe
Through your living room window
Take your Nintendo and then skate
Making you feel like you got bent over and raped
Little boy, you’re never gonna get no rope chain
Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter
As I got a little bit older, my hate
Was making me get cold, and began to get a chip shoulder
Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row
But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped
Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo
Thought my name was B-side ’cause they flipped over my tape
And I won’t hesitate
To get ’em all bent so outta shape
Oh shit bro, hold up, wait
I just tripped over my cape (Superman)
And I’m not gonna let ’em treat the paper like I’m chopping a letter
Dre’ll tell you how I shred
So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder
Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I
Got several bounties from feds in every county
I’m with a gal at a Checkers wiling
Bumping “Fuck Da Police” while I’m federales
This shit is like Romper Room
Why do I feel responsible for these kids?
All of whom I’m a father to
I’m a God to you, y’all better worship the water I walk on
Or y’all gonna meet your Waterloo
I get to flippin’ the mic’ as a murder weapon
I’m poppin’ an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I’m popping
Do not let me catch you slippin’
I will pop up and I’ll take a spot from you
I’ll get to doing what a leaky faucet do
But I ain’t talkin’ drip when I say that I’ll get the drop on you
Singin’ fuck all of you in Autotune
I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear
Yeah, shit is gettin’ to where I can barely even sit in a chair
I bust my ass for this shit and I swear
It ain’t even worth dissing someone so offbeat
That they can’t even figure out where their words
Should hit the kick and the snare

[Chorus: White Gold]
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
Pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo’ ass in the urn
You ain’t sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow lil’ boy, you gon’ learn