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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Wat Chu Gone Do (feat. Peewee Longway)

Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck Prrr!! What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? What are you gon’ do for that check? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? Gagging just to gang bang on yo crew
Put respect on it, pull up and check on ’em
Don’t let me find out you gon’ flex on ’em
Don’t let me find out that you fu-fu-fugazy
Don’t let me relate what you wait on it
LONGWAY BITCH
[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck
[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
I been with them youngins’ they bangin’ lil nigga
NBA Gang, what they claimin’ lil nigga
Tell me what the fuck you thinkin’ lil nigga
Don’t point the finger up the banger lil nigga
No we don’t bluff when it come to a nigga
No hesitation we handle the business
Take something from me we gon’ cut off his fingers
Reach for my chain then get hit with the glizzy
Me and my niggas we come from the trenches
Walkin’ in public we strapped with extensions
Need more than that hoe for to catch me lil nigga
You know we ain’t puttin’ our trust in these bitches
Longway, Longway, really crippin’ lil nigga
Young Boy, Young Boy, really drippin’ lil nigga
Tell me what are you gon’ do? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? What are you gon’ do for that check? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? What are you gon’ do for that check? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? [Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? What are you gon’ do for that check? [Intro]
Woahhh
Yea
Praa!! What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? What chu gon’ do moms late for rent? What are you gon’ do for that check? What chu gon’ do if that boy try to flex? Made the breaking news gelato white the coupe
Baby blue and red my shooter piru
When I up and dump lil bitch what chu gon’ do? Don’t let me find out you gon’ stunt with that tec
Don’t let a nigga run down on the clique
Don’t let a nigga come straight for your neck
You know that we got it on deck

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
Chasin’ a check got the dick on the tec
Neighborhood crip when i crank up my set
Two tonka tecs with the invisible set
Rollie that day with the [?]
Put them bricks back together let’s get to the check
Bails in the vet, hunnit rounds kill tec
Choppa you hibach you thu-thu threw ya breast
Cuban link on my neck feature Lex Luger
What chu gon’ do when they hop out with rugers
Dope don’t cut nigga hollywood movies
John Wick shooter cut your body like Krueger
NBA Youngboy we come through recruiting
Shooter, shoot the shooter run in your medulla
Longway Ricky ruler stendo sticks still in school
Young gorilla work the vacuum seal
Sell a brick of bew what chu gon’ do? Moms’ late for the rent I’ma stick me a nigga
[Hook]
Tell me what are you gon’ do for respect? (What chu gon’ do?)
What are you gon’ do for that check?

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NAV & Metro Boomin – Call Me (Uncensored)

I don’t know
Are you really here for me? I don’t know
Are you really here for me? I don’t know

[Verse 2]
Me and Metro Boomin’ want some more, yah
All this money made me bored, yah
But there’s lots of drugs to explore, yah
I’m a boss, yeah, I could employ ya
Couldn’t buy one, now I got four, yah
Used to pray feds don’t kick down the door, yah
Running back the sack the trap feel like a sport, yah
Yeah I’m famous but I miss my life before, yah
Finally got some money, can’t go to the store
I lose every girl I love when I’m on tour
My mama calling me and I ignore
Running from my problems ’til my feet get sore
[Chorus]
Do you know how it feel to feel alone? I don’t know
Are you really here for me? I don’t know
Are you really here for me? I need, I need you to hold me
I hope you mean everything that you told me
I’ll try to come back to you, girl, I’m sorry
If you miss me just call me
You try to diss me ’cause you salty
Did this on my own, it’s all me
I just wish that you would call me

[Outro]
Call me
I just wish that you would call me up
Wish that you would call me
I just wish that you would call me up
Wish that you would call me
I just wish that you would call me up
Wish that you would call me
I just wish that you would call me up
Me up
Just wish that you would call me up
Me up, me up
I just wish that you would call me up
(Me up, me up)
I just wish that you would call me up
Me up [Intro]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
[Verse 1]
They tell me, "Don’t forget where you came from"
I regret what I came from
In my old hood moving like I got a vest on me
I’ma keep on winning, you should place your bets on me
I could open up a bakery, baguettes on me
Walking through the mall, I got a check on me
Designer look the best on me
I got lots of pressure, lotsa stress on me
Independent, I got people that depend on me
Knew you was a fake, you can’t pretend on me
What I used to spend on you, I spend on me
Somehow all these problems keep on landing on me
I went on a mission with a bad bitch
3AM, I’m getting Backwoods like I’m average
All this money turned me to a savage
My life was better when I didn’t have shit
[Chorus]
Do you know how it feel to feel alone? I don’t know
[Verse 3]
I got what you need, you feeling lonely? I don’t know
Are you really here for me? Bought myself a house, still feel like I ain’t home
Driving by myself, ain’t got nowhere to go
I just took two 30s, now I’m in my zone
Are you really here for me? Bought myself a house, still feel like I ain’t home
Driving by myself, ain’t got nowhere to go
I just took two 30s, now I’m in my zone
Are you really here for me? I don’t know
Are you really here for me?

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Rachel Platten – Broken Glass

So I’m tied to the tracks
I’m gonna dance on broken glass
And here I go, here I go
(Oh, oh, oh) Yeah, here I go, here I go
(Oh, oh, oh) And here I go, here I go Still got knives in my back
So what? [Verse 1]
I’m on a highway full of red lights
I lost so many long nights
Felt words that cut like knives
I know I know they’re gonna
Say what they wanna
I know they’re gonna
Say what they want (want want)
[Pre-Chorus]
But I feel it changing
I can taste it, I’m on the wave and
I won’t waste it
I have been patient
But I’m not waiting anymore
Not anymore, no
[Chorus]
I’m gonna dance on broken glass
On broken glass
And I’m gonna make that ceiling crash
That ceiling crash
So what? Still got knives in my back
So what? So I’m tied to the tracks
I’m gonna dance on broken glass
And here I go, here I go
(Oh, oh, oh) Yeah, here I go, here I go
(Oh, oh, oh) Yeah, here I go, here I go

[Verse 2]
So I bet on me and my own heartbeat
When all the odds are piling
Like bricks around my feet
You know you know it’s more than
More than just for me
You know it’s worth it
I still believe, yeah yeah
[Chorus]
I’m gonna dance on broken glass
On broken glass
And I’m gonna make that ceiling crash (uh)
That ceiling crash
So what? Still got knives in my back
So what? So I’m tied to the tracks
I’m gonna dance on broken glass
And here I go, ya here I go
(Oh, oh, oh) Yeah, here I go, here I go
(Oh, oh, oh) And here I go, here I go
[Bridge]
Through to the other side, baby I’ll survive
‘Cause you know I’m a fighter
Through to the other side, baby I’m on fire
‘Cause you know I’m a survivor
Through to the other side, baby I’ll survive
‘Cause you know I’m a fighter
Through to the other side, baby I’m on fire (on fire)

[Chorus]
I’m gonna dance on broken glass
On broken glass
And I’m gonna make that ceiling crash (uh)
That ceiling crash
So what?

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Thomas Rhett – Grave (Lyric Video)

[Verse 1]
You’re my forever
My slice of heaven on this side of the Mississippi River, baby
You’re my infinity, no end to you and me come hell, fire, or rain
Baby, nothin’ can change it
No, nothin’ can change it
[Chorus]
When the good Lord calls me home and this life is through
I may be six feet deep, but I’ll still be lovin’ you
Baby, what we got won’t ever die
Can’t take diamonds, can’t take gold
But I’ll take your love with me when I go
I’m gonna take it to the grave with me
[Verse 2]
You’re my destiny, you’ll always be with me
Today, tomorrow, all the way to eternity, baby
No last breathe taken on this earth
No concrete tombstone, no amount of dirt can change it
No, nothin’ can change it
[Chorus]
When the good Lord calls me home and this life is through
I may be six feet deep, but I’ll still be lovin’ you
Baby, what we got won’t ever die
Can’t take diamonds, can’t take gold
But I’ll take your love with me when I go
I’m gonna take it to the grave with me
To the grave with me, to the grave with me
To the grave, to the grave with me
To the grave with me, to the grave with me
To the grave, to the grave, to the grave with me
To the grave with me, to the grave with me
To the grave, to the grave, to the grave with me
To the grave with me, to the grave with me
To the grave, to the grave, to the grave with me

[Bridge]
You’re my forever
My slice of heaven on this side of the Mississippi River, baby
[Chorus]
When the good Lord calls me home and this life is through
I may be six feet deep, but I’ll still be lovin’ you
Baby, what we got won’t ever die
Can’t take diamonds, can’t take gold
But I’ll take your love with me when I go
I’m gonna take it to the grave with me

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Jessie J – Real Deal (Lyric Video)

[Intro]
Hey, woo! [Verse 1]
Flyin’ (fly up)
You and your heart woke up
So you choked on the silence (woke up)
It’s been a hot minute
Damn you hold me just how I like it (just woke up)
Touchin’ you again on the other side of it
I never thought that I would see you again
Never thought that I would see you again (but hold up)
[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t deny the energy
That we got goin’ on
I know you feel the chemistry
This shit feels so strong
Cloud 9, I’m feelin’ heavenly
This vibe we fell upon
You touchin’ every part of me
This shit feels so strong
[Chorus]
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)
I don’t wanna waste it, take the risk and make it (oh, yeah)
Ain’t no need for fakin’, love is for the takin’ (we special)
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)

[Verse 2]
Uh, hey, fallin’ (in love)
Oh you got me laughin’ ’til the early hours of the mornin’ (sun up)
Connections shouldn’t turn up on your doorstep
And you just ignore it (turn up, hey)
Get some heart and then we keep it rockin’
Never stoppin’
I don’t want nobody else ever again
Nobody else ever again (you got it)
[Pre-Chorus]
You can’t deny the energy
That we got goin’ on
I know you feel the chemistry
This shit feels so strong
Cloud 9, I’m feelin’ heavenly
This vibe we fell upon
You touchin’ every part of me
This shit feels so strong
[Chorus]
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)
I don’t wanna waste it, take the risk and make it (oh, yeah)
Ain’t no need for fakin’, love is for the takin’ (we special)
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)

[Bridge]
You and me (you and me) ’til the end (’til the end)
We know it’s right (we know it’s right) it’s not pretend (it’s not pretend)
I’m dreamin’ (dreamin’, dreamin’)
Believin’ (believin-lievin’)
The conversation (conversation) get naked (naked)
Ooh baby (ooh baby) I’m shakin’ (I’m shakin’)
Dreamin’, love
Believe in love
In love, yeah
Believin’ in, love, believin’ in love
In love, yeah
Believin’ in, love, believin’ in love
[Chorus]
This could be the real deal (haha, oh, yeah)
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)
This could be the real deal, yeah, yeah
I don’t wanna waste it, take the risk and make it (oh, yeah)
I don’t wanna waste it, take the risk and make it, ooh yes
Ain’t no need for fakin’, love is for the takin’ (we special)
Ain’t no need for fakin’, love is for the takin’
This could be the real deal (yeah, oh, yeah)
This could be the real deal (oh, yeah)
This could be the real deal

[Outro]
Haha
J-J, J-J, ayy
J-J, J-J, J-J-J-J-Jessie J, woo!

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Dave East – My Dirty Little Secret

Shit, my business rap
I’m outta town all the time, let me know if you can get with that
In 5 minutes flat I bag an ounce up,I was in the trap
It’s funny that ones that was closest don’t even give me dap
You claim you want me, that’s something that you just gotta prove
A lot a dudes in Gucci uniforms like it’s private school
Crazy me wearing these red-bottoms, done brought em out the blue
Young rich nigga, probably find me where Stella got her groove
Feel like I got her, so now I just gotta follow through
She telling me if we was together, I’d have to follow rules
I’mma see you, when I’mma see you, I make a lot of moves
I don’t need you but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove? Mammie you must be smoking dust

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know
[Outro]
Don’t nobody gotta know
Don’t nobody gotta know
Don’t nobody gotta know [Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know
[Verse 2]
She said she never heard my music but her brother on it
She got me thinkin’ ’bout it if I’ma put a rubber on it
If I ain’t wakin’ up to her message it’s just another mornin’
She really my type because she think love is boring
I don’t know if it’s the jewelry or the cash
That made her respond to me so fast
She ain’t never asked me nothin’ ’bout my past
Speeding I’m trying to look through her pictures
I almost crashed
Digital Dash, Foreign whip, I took a Florida Trip
Me and my daughter, I’m getting messages from this foreign chick
She keep complimenting my jewelry she think I’m more than rich
So I’ma fuck her wearing my jewelry, I’m on some border shit
Online shopper, she don’t go out she just order kicks
I just hope she suck a mean dick and put cheese on her grits
Older women love me the youngins too, I’m running through
I panicked, she ain’t post a picture in over a month or two

[Chorus]
Don’t nobody know we speaking
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should keep it
You could be my little secret
Don’t nobody gotta know
Thinkin’ ’bout if I should eat it
If I’m workin’ then I’m workin’
If I’m creepin’ then I’m creepin’
Don’t nobody gotta know
[Verse 3]
It’s hard to trust’ em nowadays
They come with foul ways
Thirsty for satisfaction
She doin’ it for a caption
I rather be drunk somewhere relaxin’
I gave six all my jewelry
I don’t trust her, he started laughing
Like this the shorty, you been talking bout and showing us
I’m growing up, no more Keisha’s nigga
I’m blowing up
I don’t trust her enough to pass the weed I be rolling up
I could have her on the beach in Belize sipping coconuts
Hood shit, Hennessy shots until she throwing up
Time to see what that mouth ’bout
She already done smoked enough
Telling me with her last Nigga with head is how she woke him up
Wonder why I’m not going to cuff? [Intro]
I’m just tryin’ to figure it out
It’s a lot comin’ with this shit
Lose a lot
Gain a lot
[Verse 1]
Like it’s written in Chinese it’s hard to read her
I poured an 8th in a liter knocking Aaliyah
It’s funny I fell in love with her Instagram
I’m picturing how I’ma fuck her, If I get to meet her
I don’t get to nap
What you do for a living?

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Gucci Mane – I Get The Bag (feat. Migos)

You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)
[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin them niggas will kill for me
Backends I got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe!)
Bitch I’m a dog, give my treat
Hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
I put them bricks in the Phantom, my bitch she walk around like she Kris Jenner
I used to break and then enter
Then Takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
It’s simple, I play with the mental
Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (mama!)
Canada ’cause I’m a money symbol
Walking with the racks I’m looking crippled (money!)
Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (tip her!)
A nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
Not from L.A. [Intro: Gucci Mane]
Shine
It’s Gucci! It’s drop top, wizop
Skrr
[Chorus: Quavo]
Yeah! but I clip her (brrr!)
Double my cup, pour a triple
Fox on my body, no Vivica (fox on my)
I’m not your average or typical (I’m not your)
Look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
Hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
I get that bag on the regular (bag!)
I got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
Backing up, bagging up vegetables
Baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
Cocaine, codeine, et cetera
Cocaine and lean, it’s federal
I take off, landin’ on Nebula
[?] 20 M’s on my schedule
(Takeoff!)

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(It’s Gucci!)
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I know that you niggas gettin’ sick of me
These chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
I won’t even like to freestyle for free
I put in the key and I ride the beat
I won’t even come out the house for free
I pay a nigga to drive for me
Jay-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
I do what I want ‘cause I’m signed to me
I get the-I get the-I get the bag
They get the bag, had to cut it in half
Stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash
Convertible Wop, convertible top
My dope got a vertical, look at it hop (Skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
And it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
Take it easy baby
Middle of Summer I’m freezin’ baby
Don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
I’m fascinated two bitches so fine that I masturbated
Congratulations, she bring me so good that I graduated
They had to hate it
Unfold them niggas they plastic baby
I trap a baby, I rap but own all my masters baby
It’s tragic baby, I pull up and fuck up the traffic baby
I’m savage baby, I’m killin’ these niggas closed casket baby

[Chorus: Quavo]
You get the bag and fumble it, I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
Straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
Lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got ass, and she gon’ fuck up a bag (ye)
Pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they DM me (brrr!)
Drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
Be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
Eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

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James Blunt – Someone Singing Along

Somebody’s gonna wave a flag
Somebody’s going to attack
Someone will tell you to take a side
Tell you their version of wrong or right
Somebody’s gonna let you in
Judged on the color of your skin
Slam a door in the face of your friend
Simply because you don’t look like him
And then you gotta find a way that you’re walkin’
Everybody’s walkin’
You gotta find the words to say when you’re talkin’
Everybody’s talkin’
So I built the words into a song
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along
And even if some notes are wrong
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along
‘Cause just one voice is not enough
I need to hear from everyone
And even when I’m dead and gone
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along
Somebody’s gonna build a wall
Then smash it with a cannon ball
Someone who somehow has got a gun
Will tell you who you can’t and you can love
Some people keeping all the cash
They’re gonna get away with that
Just ’cause some people don’t think like me
Does that really make them the enemy? And then you gotta find a way that you’re walkin’
Everybody’s walkin’
You gotta find the words to say when you’re talkin’
Everybody’s talkin’
So I built the words into a song
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along
And even if some notes are wrong
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along
‘Cause just one voice is not enough
I need to hear from everyone
And even when I’m dead and gone
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along
Make a noise
I can hear you now
Won’t you raise your voice
Just a little louder
Make a noise
I can hear you now
Won’t you raise your voice
Just a little louder
So I built the words into a song
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along
And even if some notes are wrong
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along
‘Cause just one voice is not enough
I need to hear from everyone
And even when I’m dead and gone
I’m hopin’ someone’s singing along

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Mamamoo – Darada (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

매일 너만 바라보다가
이젠 눈을 감아도 네가 보여
100미터를 달린 것처럼
내 맘은 뛰어 이미
너를 만나러 가는 길은
Singing like
다 다 다라다 다다 다라다
다 다 다라다 다다 다라다
Sing a song on and on
다 다 다라다 on and on
Maybe I fall in love with you oh
Sunshine gentle breeze you and I
내게 와줘요 어서 안아줘요
꽃이 비처럼 내리는 길을
같이 걸어요
아무 말 않고 보아도 좋아요
그대와 함께라면
잠이 오질 않네요
이 밤이 지나가면
그대를 만나겠죠
달빛도 따뜻해요
그대만 생각하면
내 피아노만 켜면
다 다 다라다 다다 다라다
다 다 다라다 다다 다라다
Sing a song on and on
다 다 다라다 on and on
You’re the one
and only that I give my everything
I feel you every moment
that I breathe
내게 와줘요 어서 안아줘요
꽃이 비처럼 내리는 길을
같이 걸어요
아무 말 않고 보아도 좋아요
그대와 함께라면
이 밤이 지나면
When the morning comes
그댈 만나겠죠
I want to hold you baby
그대만 생각하면
달빛도 따뜻해요
I never felt like this before
I feel you every night and morn
Now we walk along
this road together
내게 와줘요 어서 안아줘요
꽃이 비처럼 내리는 길을
같이 걸어요
아무 말 않고 보아도 좋아요
그대와 함께라면
다라 다다 다라 다다다
다라 다다 다라 다다다
아무 말 않고 보아도 좋아요
그대와 함께라면

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Mamamoo – Worthless (Sub Español, Hangul, Roma)

내가 왜 널 좋아했을까
생각보다 안 맞는 우리 둘 Uh
친구를 붙잡고 욕하지만
너의 연락 한 통에 Only you Uh
지쳐갈 때쯤이면 넌 꼭
다정해 따뜻해 기대를 주네
내가 필요할 때면 넌 꼭
바쁘대 안돼 혼자가 된 나
네가 있어도 난 아파
보고 싶은데 내가 뭘 어쩌겠어
티 내고 싶지 않아
날 안타깝게 볼까 봐 Yeah
아무래도 난 구차해 구차해 Yeah
Uh 멈출 수가 없어 I found you
나만 그런 것 같아 화가나
I don’t understand
이 정도 속앓이는 익숙해
동정은 No 하던 대로 해
그게 너다우니깐
맘을 쿡쿡 쑤셔도
말을 툭툭 뱉어도
나 너 하나니깐
이 밤에 맥주 한잔 들고
여전히 신세한탄 중
네가 있어도 난 아파
보고 싶은데 내가 뭘 어쩌겠어
티 내고 싶지 않아
날 안타깝게 볼까 봐 Yeah
아무래도 난 구차해 구차해 Yeah
I recognize 한쪽으로 치우친 사이
못 미뤄놔 정리하고 싶어 빨리
짜증나는 밤이네 Love and hate
한 두 번도 아닌데 예민해
Everyday I falling love again
애써 태연하게 구는 내가 싫어
You made it
네가 있어도 난 아파
보고 싶은데 내가 뭘 어쩌겠어
티 내고 싶지 않아
날 안타깝게 볼까 봐 Yeah
아무래도 난 구차해 구차해 Yeah
Call me call me
everyday everynight
Hug me hug me
everywhere everytime
Love me love me
everyday everynight
But I’m lonely so lonely
구차해 매일 난

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Denzel Curry – Skywalker

Oh! Oh! Oh! [Intro]
Oh my god, Ronny
[Chorus]
I keep the heat so let me be discreet
The highs and lows, the skies and then the streets
The life I live has took a part of me
The only Hell resides in my memories
[Verse 1]
I can’t even fathom the way I’ve been livin’
I’m tripping out, too many people be all in my business
I’m ripping out my hair follicles ’cause
Everybody want a particle of my soul
If I have one, I can’t even fathom
Oh, Lord, they put me on the fire
If they can’t love ya, they try and crucify ya
Took my nigga Moses and took my damn messiah
When I’m underseas, I can only hear higher
[Chorus]
I keep the heat so let me be discreet
The highs and lows, the skies and then the streets
The life I live has took a part of me
The only Hell resides in my memories

[Verse 2]
It feels like you’re ripping the skin off me
Too many parasites, please get off me
I’ma do what the rain does
But when I go outside, it’s like it rain blood
You just a hoe so you’ll never be my main blood
You say we bros when we never shared the same blood
So my god, get the fuck out with that bullshit today, uh
Fake shit get hit with a full clip today, yee
I need a sign, uh, I’m out my mind, uh
Never had love cause they say love is blind, ah
[Chorus]
I keep the heat so let me be discreet
The highs and lows, the skies and then the streets
The life I live has took a part of me
The only Hell resides in my memories
[Outro]
I can’t even fathom the way I’ve been livin’
I’m tripping out, too many people be all in my business
I’m ripping out my hair follicles ’cause
Everybody want a particle of my soul
If I have one, I can’t even fathom
Oh!

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Gunplay – On A Daily

(Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)

[Verse 3: Gunplay]:
Countin’ tokens, chain smokin’
In a seven-trey Chevrolet, everyday chokin’
And the paint like white cocaine
My dog say match when I’m like "okay"
Fresh paper, raw paper
Trippy stick, kush or
The color syrup maple
All vapor
To the crib, this bad bitch
I’m gon’ take her, then wife her, then break up
Leather seats
My swisher forever sweet
Fresh off probation let’s celebr-eat
They be tardy for the party but I’m never late
Put the fire to the tip ’til I levitate
Four strands, loud as four bands
Tryna hold smoke, she tryna hold hands
This shit fire like I’m rolling up a sun
On a back to back run
Coughing up a lung
[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)
[Verse 2: Curren$y]:
Niggas try to sound like grime lipe [?]
Say they get high like the one in the bubblegum blue 52
Bel Air at the fair rollin gold shoes
Whole shoes fans fair
Very rare you find an ounce of this shit anywhere
Cuz you incredibly square
Nobody trust you, you actin like the feds
Smokin’ to my head
Cuz the one that I wanna pass the doobie to dead
My momma and my girlfriend scared, cuz I be outside
But don’t worry baby, I know how to play it
Watching while I’m blazin’, all my jury on
OG in the bomb space station, home basis
From the club to the fool spot
We all racing, we got paper
We all make it fast as we can spend it
Take a new hundred, roll that weed in it
[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’) (Mang) (Aye)
I’m chain smokin’ in my chain
(I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’ man, I’m smokin’)
[Verse 1: Stalley]:
I be picking through the stickiest of greenery
28 grams on my Cuban link
Riding shirtless in the TransAm bumpin’ Cuban links
Cardies on my face, diamonds in my pinkie ring
Midwest nigga from the streets to the kitchen sink
Grape Swisher Sweets and a box of Middletons
I go straight to my connect, I don’t need a middle man
A zip of blue dream and platinum cookies
This is big dog smoke school, we don’t toke with rookies
And my jewels give you that 1989 feel
All solid 24k from david and will
4g out of real on my ’76 Seville
Ridin’ slow through the hills
I’m Beverly, one toke, two tokes
Got me feeling heavenly
Top down riding around chain smokin’
Chain pokin’ for all a y’all to see
And my nigga Gunplay tell em bring some more weed

[Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. [Hook: Gunplay]
Chain smokin’ in my chain. (Bang) (Aye)
Chain smokin’ in my chain.

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Ro Ransom – Stop The World

[Intro]
S, S, S, S
[Verse 1]
I’ll stop the world to make it right if something’s wrong
I’ll stop the world to make you mine ’cause you’re the one, you’re the one
And I don’t wanna wait, not another day
I think I would die to be alone with you
And we could run away to a better place
There ain’t nothin’ here for us but me and you
And when I saw your face it felt like miles away, miles away, oh
I can almost taste the way you smile at me, honestly
I’ll stop the world to make it right if something’s wrong (yeah)
I’m fallin’ right into the space between your arms, between your arms
And I don’t wanna wait, not another day
I think I would die to be alone with you
And we could run away to a better place
There ain’t nothing here for us but me and you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And when I saw your face it felt like miles away, miles away, oh
I can almost taste the way you smile at me, honestly
[Chorus]
I can’t explain the way I’m feelin’
Girl, I think I’m ’bout to crash on you
I got your message in a bottle from the bottom of the ocean blue
I stop the world (yeah, brrt!)
(Yeah, one, two, three, uh!)

[Verse 2]
I’m fallin’ fast, I’m scared to look
I’ll stopped the world, I know I could
I won’t commit a Hollywood
(I’d trade it all, I probably should)
You stole my heart, you Robin Hood
‘Cause, girl, I froze right where I stood
I got it bad, you got me good
I’ll stop the world (yeah)
Takin’ off in open air
We just met but I don’t care
(See them all, they don’t compare)
Close my eyes, I feel the air
All our friends can stay right here
Space and time ain’t playin’ fair
No surprise, I can’t compare
I’ll stop the world
[Chorus]
I can’t explain the way I’m feelin’
Girl, I think I’m ’bout to crash on you (I think I’m ’bout to crash on you)
I got your message in a bottle from the bottom of the ocean blue (from the bottom of the ocean blue)
I stop the world
[Outro]
(I think I’m ’bout to crash on you)
(From the bottom of the ocean blue)

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Anderson East – All On My Mind

[Verse 1]
She can wear a nightgown to a wedding
A t-shirt to bed
A short skirt in the olden times
Some days, it’s wrapped around my head
You can find my woman dancing in bare feet
On the couch in a ballroom dress
And I love how my baby looks at me
With arms wrapped ’round my neck
[Pre-Chorus]
I said, "Oh, mami, just like that"
I give you my loving and you give it right back
I said, "Oh, mami, just like this"
Hanging on white knuckle grip
[Chorus]
It’s all on my mind
Feel something when I kiss you good night
It’s all on my mind
Feel something when I open my eyes
It’s all on my mind
Feel that I could be your sweetest compromise
It’s all on my mind
It’s all on my mind

[Verse 2]
I could wear wing tips to a wedding
Five more ones to bet
A full suit to the party
We dance ’til all that’s left
And I kiss my baby with a sweetness
That only she could bring
And I love how my baby touches me
So play our lover’s game
[Pre-Chorus]
I said, "Oh, mami, just like that"
I give you my loving and you give it right back
I said, "Oh, mami, just like this"
Hanging on white knuckle grip
[Chorus]
It’s all on my mind
Feel something when I kiss you good night
It’s all on my mind
Feel something when I open my eyes
It’s all on my mind
Feel that I could be your sweetest compromise
It’s all on my mind
It’s all on my mind

[Piano Solo]
[Bridge]
Me and my baby [?]
[?] rhythm, the sweat and the heat
Come on lover, won’t you follow my lead
[?]
[Chorus]
It’s all on my mind
Feel something when I kiss you good night
It’s all on my mind
Feel something when I open my eyes
It’s all on my mind
Feel that I could be your sweetest compromise
It’s all on my mind
It’s all on my mind

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Justin Bieber & Bloodpop® – Friends (Lyric Video)

Can we be friends? [Intro]
BloodPop®
[Verse 1]
I was wonderin’ ’bout your mama
Did she get that job she wanted? (ah-ah)
Doesn’t have to end (ah-ah)
And if it ends, can we be friends? Sell that car that gave her problems? [Verse 2]
Wonderin’ if you’ve got a body
To hold you tighter since I left (since I left)
Wonderin’ if you think about me (ooh-ooh)
Actually, don’t answer that (uh-huh)

[Pre-Chorus]
Know you’re wonderin’ why I been callin’
Like I got ulterior motives
I know we didn’t end this so good
But you know we had something so good
So I’m wonderin’
[Chorus]
Can we still be friends? Can we be friends? (ah-ah)
Doesn’t have to end (ah-ah)
And if it ends, can we be friends? [Pre-Chorus]
Know you’re wonderin’ why I been callin’
Like I got ulterior motives
Know we didn’t end this so good
But you know we had something so good
I’m wonderin’
[Chorus]
Can we still be friends? (ah-ah)
Doesn’t have to end (ah-ah)
And if it ends, can we be friends? I’m just curious ’bout her, honest (ooh-ooh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Know you’re wonderin’ why I been callin’
Like I got ulterior motives
I know we didn’t end this so good
But you know we had something so good
So I’m wonderin’
[Chorus]
Can we still be friends? Can we be friends? Can we be friends? (ah-ah)
Can we still be friends? (ah-ah)
Can we still be friends? And if it ends, can we be friends? (ah-ah)
Can we still be friends?