가끔 생각이 많기도 해
좀 고민하기도 해
혹시 그쪽이 나를 좋아하나

난요 겁이 좀 많은 걸요
꼭 어린아이처럼
먼저 다가서는 건 무서운 걸

나한테 키스해 나한테 키스해
제발 좀 눈치 보지 말라고
나만 왜 설레 이상해
왜 이래 미쳤어 어떡해
사랑해줘 나를 꼭 붙잡아줘 MY LOVE

왜 또 가만히 있는 거야
꼭 고장 난 것처럼
혹시 나만 혼자서 상상했니

나한테 키스해 나한테 키스해
제발 좀 눈치 보지 말라고
나만 왜 설레 이상해
왜 이래 미쳤어 어떡해
사랑해줘 나를 꼭 붙잡아줘 MY LOVE

꼭 한 걸음만 더 내 숨결이 닿는 이 거리
조금만 더 용기를 내봐
지금 이 시간이 가버리면 어떡하라고

나한테 키스해 나한테 키스해
제발 좀 눈치 보지 말라고
나만 왜 설레 이상해
왜 이래 미쳤어 어떡해
나한테 홀려 나한테 끌려
기회는 매일 오지 않는 걸
다가와 그래 너 먼저 키스해
너무나 좋은 걸
사랑해라 나를 꼭 붙잡아라 MY LOVE

누구보다 멋진 나야 (왜왜왜 이래)
대충 걸쳐 뭘 입어도 (판타스틱해)
어딜 가도 (누구라도) 나에게 반해
이런 날 너만 몰라

첨이야 니 앞에 서면
떨리는 눈빛이 너를 잘못 봐
모두의 남자인 내가
이렇게 한 사람만을 원해

너로 향하는 내 사랑이
(점점 더) 커져만 가는데
(Always be with you)
아무것도 바라지 않아
(이대로) 곁에만 있어주면 돼

어떤 옷을 입어도 (넌 달라 넌 달라)
예쁜 너의 미소는 (판타스틱해)
어딜 가도 (누구라도) 너에게 반해
이런 널 나밖에 몰라

몇 번이나 니 앞에서도
떨리는 가슴이 멈추질 않아
조금은 특별한 내가
이렇게 너 하나만을 원해

너로 향하는 내 사랑이
(점점 더) 커져만 가는데
(Always be with you)
아무것도 바라지 않아
(이대로) 곁에만 있어주면 돼

너로 향하는 내 사랑이
(점점 더) 커져만 가는데
(Always be with you)
아무것도 바라지 않아
(이대로) 곁에만 있어주면 돼

어떤 옷을 입어도
예쁜 너의 미소는 (판타스틱해)

너로 가득한 내 사랑이
(언제나) 변하지 않는 걸
(Always be with you)
아무것도 바라지 않아
(영원히) 사랑해 한마디면 돼

살짝 길어진 머리. 좀 야윈 것 같아.
걱정어린 내 말이 너에겐 잔소리.
내 타입 아냐 늘 핀잔 주지만
항상 내 눈속엔 늘 너 뿐야

바보야, 몰라? 정말 몰라?
너만 빼고 다 알아 몰라?
더 예뻐지지마 불안해 지는 나
너 지금보다 좋아질까 봐

너만 보여 너만 들려 더는
움직일 수 없을만큼.
니가 좋아 왜 아직도 몰라
널 보는 내 눈이 말 하잖아
바보야, 몰라?

아주 작은 것까지 너라면 다 알아.
근데 요즘 들어 넌 꼭 딴사람 같아
내가 모르던 환한 니 미소가
왠지 화가 나서 밤 새는 나

바보야, 몰라? 정말 몰라?
너만 빼고 다 알아 몰라?
더 멀어지지마 날 밀어내지마
널 쫓는 내 맘 너무 숨이 차

너만 보여 너만 들려
더는 움직일 수 없을만큼.
니가 좋아 왜 아직도 몰라
널 보는 내 눈이 말 하잖아

이 바보야 너란 말야
내겐 처음부터 너였는데..
그거 알아? 나 널 안고 싶어
언젠가 이 마음 알게 될까

바보야, 몰라? 정말 몰라?
너만 빼고 다 알아 몰라?
더 예뻐지지마 불안해 지는 나
더 좋아지니까 더 사랑하니까
바보야, 몰라?

몇 초 뒤 터질거야
You Can’t Stop Me
부서진 Timer Switch
0을 향해 달려가 난
더 이상 멈추지 않아

너의 시간 너의 공간 그 안에서
불붙기 시작한 Dynamite
마지막 남은 망설임아
가루가 되라

All Right All Right

순간적인 충동이 아니야

Allow Allow

하얗게 하얗게 가슴 태워
Like A Fire
녹을 듯 뜨겁게 나의 사랑을
Heart Is A Time Bomb
검붉은 검붉은 하늘빛은
Like A Fire
기다림은 끝났어

눈 부신 네게 취한 채
달려드는 내 모습
Tiger Moth
나는 이미 각오했어 날 놓기로
캄캄했기에

송곳 같던 소나기와
싸우던 날
차가운 공기에 갇힌 날
날아오르게 만든 건
따뜻한 Your Eyes

난 포로가 되기로 했어
영원토록 네 사랑에
올인 할 준비가 됐어
운명인 걸 알고 있어

절대로 나는 포기 못해
너를 잃으면 세상을 잃는 것
네가 나를 보지 못해도
난 너를 지키면 되는 것

I Can’t Breathe
내 가슴 속 안에
내 머릿 속 안에 네가 찼네
눈물 조각의 데칼코마니
마음속 동굴의 벽화처럼
그려졌다 하지만
얼마나 갈지는 아무도 몰라
여백이 가득한 Page
나를 가둘래 네 안에 Cage

All Right All Right

순간적인 충동이 아니야

Allow Allow

하얗게 하얗게 가슴 태워
Like A Fire
녹을 듯 뜨겁게 나의 사랑을
Heart Is A Time Bomb
검붉은 검붉은 하늘빛은
Like A Fire
기다림은 끝났어

오래 바라보지 마
나의 날개는 초라하잖아

그래 나는 Tiger Moth
그래 나는 Tiger Moth

녹을 듯 뜨겁게 나의 사랑을
Heart Is A Time Bomb

그래 나는 Tiger Moth
그래 나는 Tiger Moth
불꽃처럼 살겠어

언제쯤 끝이 날 수 있을까
길고 긴 눈물 속의 상처가
야속하게 또 흐르네 밤 하늘에
널 그리다 또 지우다 스르르

추워진 길거리를 걸으면
따스했던 그 날이
스며들어 안겨와

그대 그 뒷모습이 이렇게 아파
멀어져 떠나간
그대 보이지 않아
허전하다

바람에 날려오던 향기가
마치 너일 것 같아

그대 그 뒷모습이 이렇게 아파
멀어져 떠난 떠난 그렇게 떠난
그대 보이지 않아
허전하다

잠이 들어 스르르

잘 지냈니 그때 나 미안했어
쉬운 말 한마디 못하고
너를 본다. 내 눈앞에 숨을 쉬고 있는
니 모습 꿈은 아닌데

잊고 지우고 살아갔어.
아니 그래야 살아졌어.
그렇게 니가 미워하는
그렇게 니가 싫어하는 나였으니
애써 변명을 했어. 하지만

자, 여기 내 심장 받아주겠니 이거라도
내 아픔까지 다 안아주겠니 이제라도
상처만 남은 가슴이라 너무 미안하지만
단 하루만이라도 니가 필요해. 이제

자, 거기 니 심장 내게 주겠니 잠시라도
나 어떤 너라도 안아줄 테니 언제라도
아픔만 남은 가슴이라 너무 모자라지만
내 남은 전부 너에게 주는 거니까

잘 지냈어 니가 없는 나지만.
맘에 없는 말을 내뱉고
나는 본다. 내 맘 곁에
지금 뛰고 있는 니 심장 어제 같은데

그땐 괜찮다 위로했어.
끝내 삼켰던 얘길 할게
사실은 그게 아니라고
내 마음 멈춰 있었다고
이제라도 니 곁에 살고 싶어 들어봐

자, 여기 내 심장 받아주겠니 이거라도
내 아픔까지 다 안아 주겠니 이제라도
상처만 남은 가슴이라 너무 미안하지만
단 하루만이라도 니가 필요해

아무 말하지 않아도
그저 네 눈을 보아도
내 하루를 내 오늘을
소중하게 만드는 사람. 너니까.
너라는 그 이유 하나뿐

자, 여기 내 심장 받아주겠니 이거라도
내 아픔까지 다 안아주겠니 이제라도
상처만 남은 가슴이라 너무 미안하지만
단 하루만이라도 나 니가 필요해
니가 필요해

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[Intro: Starrah]
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches rolling up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
[Verse 1: Starrah]
12 months straight, no sleep
Sipping lean, still no sleep
Party hard till the sun creep
Making money, niggas don’t sleep
Turn your bitch into a super freak
Said she only have one dream
Blow her line up, she gon’ let the phone ring-ring-ring
Calling all her friends, they gon’ get it in
Tell ’em it’s about to get it, yeah they know it’s about to get lit
20 bitches on the hit list
I want all her friends come and get it in
Yeah they know it’s about to get lit
Yeah they know it’s about to get lit
Grab my bottle, take a big sip
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, yeah
Grab my bottle, take a big sip

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches rolling up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Another party, another Ferrari
I stretch the truth like pilates
See all of my hoes exotic
None of your hoes are inviting
When I meet her in the lobby
If she ain’t fucking then I leave her in the lobby
I fuck the bitch if she pigeon toed
Using my belt for a mistle toe
I used to bet on the (?)
I done made love in a vehicle
This right here, this is your anthem
Throw a party in the mansion
Throw a party in trap house
Drink something then pass out
2 Chainz, tru

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches rolling up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Bridge: Tory Lanez]
So tell me am I wrong?
Cause I think every girl in here just wanna fuck me
Off Patron, spilling what I’m sipping on these Balmain jeans
Maybe we should have a party
Like where the fuck my bitches tonight?
And where the fuck my liquor tonight?
Tell the waitress we ain’t tip unless she get it right
So get that liquor, come here shawty

[Hook: Starrah]
I just wanna get drunk and throw myself a party
I’ve been juuging for some months, time to throw myself a party
Roll my green up with some blunts and throw myself a party
Bad bitches rolling up, time to throw myself a party
I’ve been working hard, now it’s time to go in
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party
Young and living large, baby, yeah you know it
Oh yeah, oh yeah, it’s time to throw myself a party

[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Throw myself a party

Ha ha ha
Come here
Got a package…..
Wait, wait I know what I want for Christmas
What you want?
I want T-Boz to get me ah, some headphone sets
And I want Left Eye to make me a, uh, make me a fly dress!
Well Merry Christmas from TLC

[Hook]
Let’s have a very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year (a happy new year)
Give with love and joy and happiness
And lots of good cheer
I want you to have
A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year ( a happy new year)
Filled with love and joy and happiness
And lots of good cheers
Just hear those sleigh bells jing-a-ling
Ring-ting-ting-a-ling too
It’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is fallin
And friends are calling you
It’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

[Hook]

Uh-huh reindeer, presents, happiness (yeah right, check it out…)
Giddiup, giddiup, giddiup and away we go
In winter wonderland
Off we ride in the snow (ho ho ho)
With the Left everthing is grand
Sleigh ride if you like me baby
Don’t be scared
Take my hand
T to the Left Eye C if you can take a glide
Giddiup the guts and step on up
So we can sleigh ride
Cheeks so nice and rosey
Comfy cosey we’re in
We’re snuggled up together
Like two birds of a feather would be
So let’s take the road before us
Sing a chorus or two
C’mon it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Aaahh so let’s have a

[Hook]

Um jingle bells, Batman smells
Robin laid a… (yeah right)
Up, up and away
If we’re flyin in the sleigh
Home alone Christmas Eve
Make-believe it’s time to play
So let’s flow on this snow with a sack on my back
Cause Santa’s tryin to mack in his Cadillac
Ridin’ and a ridin’
But when it gets to decidin’
He’s a slippin’ and a slidin’ in his own sleigh ride
A merry little Christmas
Oh yeah, hey yeah
A merry little Christmas
Oohh oohh
Baby don’t you know I’m home
Don’t wanna spend the night alone
A very merry Christmas
Would ya wanna spend it with me
It’s somethin in the way I care
About the times that we have shared
It’s a very merry Christmas
Would ya wanna spend it with me

Chorus

Let’s have a very merry Christmas (ho ho ho)

[Verse 1: Maluma]
Cuando estás bien te alejas de mí
Te sientes sola y siempre estoy ahí
Es una guerra de toma y dame
Pues dame de eso que tiene’ ahí
Oye baby, no sea’ mala
No me deje’ con las ganas
Se escucha en la calle
Que ya no me quieres
Ven y dímelo en la cara

[Pre-Chorus: Shakira & Maluma]
Pregúntale a quien tú quieras
Vida, te juro que eso no es así
Yo nunca tuve una mala intención
Yo nunca quise burlarme de ti
Conmigo ves, nunca se sabe
Un día digo que no, y otro que sí
Yo soy masoquista
Con mi cuerpo un egoísta
[Coro: Dúo & Shakira & Maluma]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Verse 2: Maluma & Shakira]
Como tú me tientas, cuando tú te mueves
Esos movimientos sexys, siempre me entretienen
Sabe’ manipularme bien con tus caderas
No sé porque me tienes en lista de espera
Te dicen por ahí que voy haciendo y deshaciendo
Que salgo cada noche, que te tengo ahí sufriendo
Que en esta relación, soy yo la que manda
No pares bola’ a toda esa mala propaganda

[Puente: Shakira o Maluma]
Pa, pa’ que te digo na’, te comen el oído
No vaya’ a enderezar lo que nació torcido
Y como un loco sigo tras de ti, muriendo por ti
Dime que hay pa’ mi bebe, qué!

[Pre-Coro: Shakira & Maluma]
Pregúntale a quien tú quieras
Vida, te juro que eso no es así
Yo nunca tuve una mala intención
Yo nunca quise burlarme de ti
Conmigo ves, nunca se sabe
Un día digo que no, y otro que sí
Yo soy masoquista
Con mi cuerpo un egoísta

[Coro: Dúo & Shakira & Maluma]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Post-Coro: Shakira]
Eh-eh-eh
Nadie eh-eh-eh, nadie eh-eh-eh, nadie
Con mi cuerpo un egoísta

[Coro: Dúo & Shakira & Maluma]
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Siempre es a tu manera
Yo te quiero aunque no quiera
Tú eres puro, puro chantaje
Puro, puro chantaje
Vas libre como el aire
No soy de ti ni de nadie

[Post-Coro: Shakira]
Eh-eh-eh
Nadie eh-eh-eh, nadie eh-eh-eh, nadie
Con mi cuerpo un egoísta

[Outro: Shakira o Maluma]
(Alright alright baby, Shakira, Maluma) Pretty boy
(You’re my baby loba, Colombia, You feel me?) Pretty boy

I’m a rockstar, smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

I get it now, these niggas mad that she chose the kid
I’m ballin’ and I Derrick Rose this shit
I roll around town in a Rolls and shit
I got the bag and we move in that snow like it’s Christmas and Santa got hoes and shit
Hundred K large on my Audemar
When we run down we hit one of y’all
I’mma post up at the corner store
Trappin’ all night but I shine like I’m Armor All
I am so hot I might break the thermometer
Coppers they watch us and follow us
Flip through that paper no calendar
All of these jewels like I celebrate Hanukkah
I got a different kind of money
I’m on a different kind of grind
I’m with some different type of niggas
We on a different type of time
Go get the money fuck them bitches
Bitches be gettin’ out of line
I turned that one into a two
I turned that point into a nine
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aye

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is

Skrrr, driving around in a Bentley, ya
Following Meek and lil’ Nicki, ya
It is just me and lil’ Brittney, ya
Diamonds so wet you could slip
Look at the bitch, take a picture
She is just so photogenic, ya
She ride my dick like a dirt bike
You know she gon’ pop a wheelie
Count my money to a milli, ya
Drive a Porsche all up in Philly
Holding that gun with no Uzi
Diamonds in Rollie get cooly

I’m a rockstar smash my guitar
Diamonds on my fist and on my arms
Meek and I don’t dress the same, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pinky ring, watch me flex on y’all

(Nicki Minaj)
I get it now dudes is mad at these 80 M’s
Twenty twelve I was balling like Tom Brady then
Movie, I’m living through these Scorsese lens
Get at me, and deep-throat a three-eighty gun
Pussy wet, Swiffer jet, come through on that bigger jet
We land in them new ports, no babe not cigarettes
Clear ports, air force, sweats on with a big diamond
Make niggas stare at my hand even though I am not mimin’
Different type of money, you on a different type of broke
Any of you bitches say Nicki, you on a different type of coke
I just be sittin’ in the mansion, takin’ a dip inside the pool
We don’t go out without assassins
We on some different type of rules
I’m a rockstar, scratch my guitar
Diamonds on my ring and on my arms
Meek and I still live together, relate in Goyard
Frostbite on my pussy ring, watch me flex on y’all

You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist
You know how froze that is
You know how froze that is
Look at my neck, damn
You know how froze that is
Look at my wrist
You know how froze that is
Look at my fist

You know how froze that is…

[Intro]
When you stay ready you ain’t gotta get ready, Parks. Understand that

[Verse 1]
Microphone check, it’s something new y’all rage
These views only prelude from the dude on stage
I’m old school, so my mind is in a New York state
Still feel like I’m the best rapper in the New York State
Though I’m a Jersey City product, we like two doors away
Maybe I’m just the best rapper whipping New York plates
Indeed it be the God
If Fetty is the face of New Jerz, then you see how badly we needed I
Young doing it my way, that’s Frank Sinatra
I might hang with you bloggers, but I bang with the mobsters
See me right in Hell’s Kitchen having drinks over pasta
Need the fake to love the real so let me thank you impostors Bicoastal early, y’all hit the Daytons and Impalas
Started buzzing around the time Sporty Thievz kept saying “nada”
Emcees ain’t even bother, and I don’t know what’s truly worse
Them wanting my spot or not knowing they gotta move me first
[Hook]
You are now entering the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it gets
Here’s what they think about you
Here’s what they think about you
You are now entering the mind of the sick
About as remarkable as it gets
Here’s what they think about you
Here’s what they think about you

[Break]

[Interlude]
Now, Parks, let me get back to my shit right quick. Now turn me up in my headphones, let me get back on my rage shit right quick though. But turn the lights down in the booth, let’s do this real quick. Look. It go

[Verse 2]
Few years, weights up, still sleep, wake up
Bitches know the stakes up since I beat my case up
Hip hop shit list, look at these bastard men dress
I’m just taking back what’s owed, and adding interest
Maybe just my love died, loud lit above high
Slugs fly, eyes scrubbed dry, still a thug cries
All this paraphilia versus my necrophilia
How are they record dealing ya? I wasn’t ever feeling ya
This feeling equates professional weapon, can’t seal it, bruh
Deuce deuce, .380, a chopper Beretta millia
Hov said 30 is the new 20, me, I feel like 30 is the new 40
I bought 30 new 40s
A bitch moving pills get 30s to move off me
Just watch how you moving in Jersey, it’s too costly
And memory with candles is where the energy laying you
Protect me from my loved ones, enemies I can handle
If you talking Slaughterhouse please refer to “SlaughterMouse”
Think twice before you blink twice, you gotta roll with mouth
Got you birds popping, it’s Korver or Kurt Warner mouse
And I be dolo, nobody gotta come warn the mouse
Used to take drives through the tunnel, we getting offers now
Smelled my man a soda, it’s teddy, I bridged the water’s mouth
Live from the Horror house, calling out
Done with all this drawing mouth
Duke with all the Terry Bradshaw about
Kill spree, cops should look after
Y’all be yelling free your mans, I yell at my man stop getting captured
And all my Irvington niggas over alliance put one in the air for Rev. Ron
You know we rock with the pastor, moment of silence

[Outro]
Put one in the air with me right quick. Bruh, we love you, rest in peace. All my Newark niggas what up? All my niggas over at Chancellor, what’s good? Surf, I see you, on neighborhood. What up? Anywhere there’s real niggas around, I’m right at home. Alright, bring my drums back in a minute. I like this bass though. I don’t think that’s gonna change anytime soon though

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped “B.M.F.” and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, “what up?” all I hear is “Uncle Joe” in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of “White Iverson”
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
Man, y’all done gone and did it, well come on with it
The fifth got a kick, but won’t slip, I rubber gripped it
Wrap you in them sheets on Christmas, I’m double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin’
Ask about your boy, they’ll tell you I’m not the fella
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella
I guess it’s in my genes, no prints if I got the poke out
Man, let these nigga’s reach, I’m Iverson with the blow out
Sometimes you gotta show out, just to show ’em what Joe ’bout
Give ’em the green light, well fuck it, where we even goin’ now?
Got shooters on the scanner, you never know what we spoke ’bout
Picture Tony Montana with hammers runnin’ in Sos’ house
Ghost Town
Bullets in the beach chair, lines drawn, break the sand
Got bad news, sit ’em down, nah, nigga take a stand
Dirty crackheads run up on you, “What you was sayin’, man?”
It’s lights out, won’t even take a bath, ha
[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Interlude]
You dick-faced ass nigga’s asked for it so… here they come

[Verse 2: Joe Budden + Joell Ortiz]
No matter where they from I disappeared and dump
No choice but to swear they dumb, but we’re not dumb
I’m on my Luke Skywalker, get your Jedi spun
I’m on my DMC, I hear them things rev, y’all run
Guess it’s begun, get the private jet, pilot set
Alibi in check, to the island head, make sure it’s no survivors left
‘Round up all the hostages, bum stiggity bum, stiggity bum
Hey, I mean a lot of them, shit be soundin’ like Das EFX
I pay no mind to the talkin’ ’til it’s a heightened threat
Never baby nigga’s with envy to give me my respect
I eject bullets from rifles wearin’ a sniper vest
Find your body OTC, you’re like a Prilosec
Y’all won’t even hear me comin’, Michael Myers’ steps
Hear that thing ch-ch-choppin’ ’til no tires left
Bulldogs bark, 4s roars like a lion’s breath
I love new toys, so I invest

[Hook: Joell Ortiz + Joe Budden]
You niggas want war? Trust me you don’t want war
Homeboy, you don’t know how serious it could be
Man, the feeling starts, it’s a million man march
No games, all my soldiers as serious as can be be
When we pull up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho
Then we run up like, hey ya, hey ya, hey ya, ho

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
See I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
Go ahead and judge me, I ain’t gotta honor y’all
Shit, I told the judge I’ll sit, never mind the bond
Nigga I won’t budge in this bitch, it’s like I’m a don
You can’t con a con
Left from the long arm of the law
Actin’ right as if my momma involved
My monologue say I’m back at it
One life, so son live it
I’m committed, never did it and wish that I undid it
Young kiddies listen, the one talkin’ ain’t really with it
Just forget it, would they be talkin’ if they was really with it
Come visit and see that the loudest one ain’t the one with it
And the one with it is the last one you want with it
Been stabbed and jumped slitted
Bad, then son ascended
And I pum-chika-chika-chika-pum-pum-ch-pum-chika
Every verse about me, worded proudly
Never worry or doubt me if you heard about me
Awake with nightmares, grew with murder around me
I’m still hitting my shmoney (shout) Shmurda and Rowdy
Ayyye, calling a bluff
I’m grown so I never think anything’s more than it was like horrible bud
Never beefin’ over these bitches cause it’s more that I love
I ain’t warring with cuz over what she’s offering but
She got my hammer on rock, I’m like Thor in the club
While she semi off the Remy bitch got my dick all the way up

[Pre-Hook: Jazzy]
Now you judging me, they start some shit you got no proof of
It’s not OK if I don’t do as bad if I do too much
Still got nothing, what you expecting from me
Why else you checking for me
Got nowhere left here to spare, I guess that’s my fault
[Hook: Jazzy & Joe Budden]
Ayo by law
By law, by law
Guess I’m just a real nigga by law
Getcha, getcha, getcha hands high low, high low
Still gotta ride though, I know
Niggas ’round here we still live by code
Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0
I’ma always be a real nigga that’s by law

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
See I’m somethin’ like a phenomenon
Go ahead and judge me, I ain’t gotta honor y’all
Shit, I told the judge I’ll sit, never mind the bond
Nigga I won’t budge in this bitch, it’s like I’m a don
You can’t con a con
Left from the long arm of the law
Actin’ right as if my momma involved
My monologue say I’m back at it
One life, so son live it
I’m committed, never did it and wish that I undid it

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Look what the Lords been agin
Straight from the horses jaws of hay
With an enormous rage weighin’
Unfortunate we don’t know the origin but it’s important is all they sayin
This a formal statement
The airports are delaying got reporters waiting
Live from a caucus in a Secaucus basement
For Rage to leave the cage like a lawless agent
A psycho ward patient that’s often pacing
Was Rage dragging a corpse like a dog with Steak-umms
For the organization’s inauguration
I got shooters on call with the 4’s just aching
In the four door Explorer with the awful gray tints
Notes over ya head, this a orchestration
How it is when the author give the authorization
Imploring you all to ignore the baiting
You gon’ give ya opinion they gon’ call it hatin’
By law
Yeah nigga I know
Still gotta ride though I know
Yeah nigga I know
Look, now the side show I don’t play it
I might have my nigga Tory (Say it)
See we live by a code
Lemme see u get ’em, get ’em
Real nigga by law

[Pre-Hook: Jazzy]
Now you judging me, they start some shit you got no proof of
It’s not OK if I don’t do as bad if I do too much
Still got nothing, what you expecting from me
Why else you checking for me
Got nowhere left here to spare, I guess that’s my fault

[Hook: Jazzy & Joe Budden]
Ayo by law
By law, by law
Guess I’m just a real nigga by law
Getcha, getcha, getcha hands high low, high low
Still gotta ride though, I know
Niggas ’round here we still live by code
Play this record if they kill me, yes the 5-0
I’ma always be a real nigga that’s by law

[Hook 1: Tory Lanez]
Shawty made me feel like the summer time
Feelin’ like the summers mine
Yeah, she don’t know the nights that a nigga went
To hang for a hundred grins, a hundred grins
She don’t know the nights that a nigga been
Down for a hundred nights, yeah, down for a hundred grinds
I been on a mission, I been on a mission
I need you and shawty kissin’, I been on a mission
It ain’t too much that I listen, but I listen

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look, the text read “At my place you wanna meet?”
Her mouth saying hello, her legs were saying peace
Her alarm in the morning when she wake up to the D
And now half of the bed wet as she lay naked on the sheets
Biting down on the pillows, swear she take it like a G
When we finish it’s to the mission, gotta make it through the streets
We go our separate ways, take a break and let it breathe
Say the same about her face, with all that makeup she don’t need
Listen, our conversation is best in the moment
That stimulation to me is greater than sex in the moment
Least until later when I know we’ll have sex in a moment
She’ll fake sleep for a second and then she’ll press up on it, ayy
Sometimes I’ll wild out and let her friends watch
Sometimes we’ll pick a show and just binge watch
That’s how we get to round four, we should of been stopped
Dead quiet when she flex, could hear a pin drop
[Hook 2: Tory Lanez (Joe Budden)]
Shawty made me feel like the summer time
(She make me…uh)
Feelin’ like the summers mine
Girl you got something
Uh oh, I’m horny again for ya
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
(I like that shit you be doing)
Like doing that, like to go baby
(You know that shit you be doing)
Baby
(I fucks with it)
I wanna get to know you

[Verse 2: Fabolous (Joe Budden)]
I be out late tryna get it but you wait up for me
Missed dinner cause cause I’m eating, tell ’em put a plate up for me
They be comin’ sideways, you gon’ get that straight up from me
It’s always get your weight up not your hate up from me
They came to me for finessin’ baby
By they time they get to you, it’s just a blessin’ baby
They tried to overlook me, under estimate me
Shinin’ like a diamond I guess I been under pressure lately
Makeup off and she still pretty
I’m on my way and I’m still litty
I like her cause she needs no practice
Don’t wear panties, I like easy access
Know her role like she’s an actress
Laid up with your boy, jeans in the mattress
Four AM, flexin’ on them lonely hoes
Sippin’ Bobby Brown, Tenderoni flows
My heart belongs to a Roni
She’s my only lover, she’s my only love
(One more again it go)
My heart belongs to a Roni
She’s my only lover, she’s my only love

[Hook 2: Tory Lanez (Joe Budden)]
Shawty made me feel like the summer time
(She make me…)
Feelin’ like the summers mine
Girl you got something
(You know what you do to me)
Uh oh, I’m horny again for ya
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Flex, flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (Go ahead)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (I like it when she flex)
You are the 4 A.M, flex for me (I like it when she flex)

[Outro: Tory Lanez (Joe Budden)]
It’s obvious you got
It’s obvious you got
Obvious you got
(Go, go, go, go)
Oh baby drinking, smoking and whistling please
[?]
(I love it when she…when she flex)
Oh yeah, oh
Shawty the people stop [?]
(I love it when she flex)

[Intro: Russell Thompkins, Jr. of The Stylistics]
It’s easy, to forget
A joke or game, someone’s name
The day to day, what time to meet
A certain place, or one street

[Verse]
Faces be looking familiar, sometimes it’s hard to know
I’ve been in a whole lot of places, I’ve met a lot of folks
Ain’t had a window to open, needed a pot to throw
In my hood the story of Mouse is one you gotta know
Could ask ma to push the i8 Beamer
Can’t remember where I seen her, I think it was La Marina
Singing all the words to Trina
Whole demeanor said freak like old pictures of Adina
But now all these broads shaped the same and waist trained
I’m on my third passport, I can’t remember these niggas
Like all the faces is blurred of most these industry niggas
Mean game somewhile for an inkling of the fame
And I can spot them from their accents when I’m thinking of their name
I’ve seen dames sip pink champagne
And do drugs that’ll put Charlie Sheen to shame
Off my penis until I came
The drugs over these years made its way to my mental
Pardon if I don’t remember when you gave me a demo
Or that one night we met up in Aces
When it count ’em an accountant, I’m just better with faces
So it’s regular Joe, a regular wherever if I’mma go
That’s since forever ago, so it’s however it could go, Joey

[Verse 1]
Look, standing in the cypher rocking
To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey’s ever seen
To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard
And it’s all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby
I wish you niggas that would owe me some bread would come and drop it off
I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won’t pop it off
Wish I knew you wasn’t with the shit, so what you hopping for?
When pussy’s thrown your way every nanosecond it’s not an option ya’ll
Normally a sponge, but this some shit I just cannot absorb
Why ya’ll are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off
Wish the best MC didn’t mean who is more popular
But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more

[Hook]
Money is a lot to grab
Before we get to it there’s a question that I gotta ask
Where’s all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me mama, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot
[Verse 2]
I hear they thinkin’ bout speakin’ my name
Bet if they could I’m takin bets
Money on my hood, money on me, I’m good
Money on the wood, money on wishin’ that money would
That’s him against the wild life
And I got money on the woods, baby
Two bitches, three’s company, how I half with her
This Hennessy don’t do the trick, then watch this Jack trip her
I’m tryna’ buy a compound, I need the pad bigger
Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure
Bad strippers, and fraudulent hourglass figures
Got every bartender thinkin’ she’ll get a glass slipper
You see a line of bottles comin’, guess who orderin’ ’em
I’m pointin’ at one, they all coming in
Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them
Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again
What time you get off, I’m showing up there
Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten

[Hook]
I mean, the money is a lot to grab
Before we get into there’s a question that I gotta ask
Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)
And if you with me ma, I’m rubbin’ ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 3]
How many MC’s must get dissed?
In the great words of Buckshot my answer is “why the fuck not?”
Come to bars, I’m the same nigga that love to club hop
Don’t be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot
We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin’ the block
Way down to the crooked businessman thats fudgin’ them docs
The early teams in the hoods out there fuckin’ with cops
Know they fuck with us back now, especially if you black now
It’s Joe

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her ’cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable
[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you. Doing it for the grown and sexy out there. 35 and up, 35 and up only. Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco. Call us up, 1-800-We Too Old For The Fuck Shit. We wanna talk to you, come on

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens [?]
Hella prideful, everything I buy two
Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
[?] joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m [?]
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen [?]
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Hook]
Let’s get some shit out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners like we don’t own those
Blasting this fully automatic, that’s soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one

[Verse 1]
They say if money didn’t change you, you ain’t make enough
They say if you ain’t down to bust then never say it’s tough
Got a black bitch with a body, name her Nina Skill
Don’t do the back and forth racket, but Serena will
There’s some couple rules I’mma share with you two
Know, niggas gon’ hate you for whatever you do
To let it off you gon’ need a right hand and the right wrist
And using the beam mean there was a chance that you might miss
A nigga wanna send me a message, have it delivered to me
Ticket on the coupe, sheriff ain’t even give it to me
They want me killed, I’m ready for it
Means I’ve written my will, so I’m ready for it
But I’m real so be ready for it
Cans and Desi’s for sport
Camouflage and the cameras, some batteries, we ramming doors
We ain’t amateurs at all
I flew but said my mans in the accord
That’s tha plan moving forward
Til’ I learn to get these hammers on board, dawg?
[Hook]
Let’s get some shit out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners like we don’t own those
Blasting this fully automatic, that’s soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one

[Verse 2]
Tell them bitches they can all come
Three ain’t mind sharing as long as I get them all to cum
One was an alcoholic, I swear she was drinking all the rum
Two live together Uptown, but be on Fordham some
Scooped them from the Bronx, in a small bed and breakfast fam
What was ironic was these bitches couldn’t put egg to pan
[?] thing got naked to tan
Or maybe to skinny dip but she ain’t wanna wear the pants
I mean I pulled up to the block, swore I was never Neverland
Hard wood all over the crib, stepped in the middle and
Gave her the “I’ve been missing you”-dick, she never left again
Now the bitch depressed again, I don’t need the stress again
Steal from Rage might as well send it back
I got shooters everywhere, where you gonna spend it at? murder
Still a reason they made the dress code
Figure I ain’t wanna spread bloodshed on nice clothes

[Hook]
Let’s get some shit out to the forefront
Better not talk behind the store front
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one
These niggas talking about burners like we don’t owe those
Blasting this fully automatic, that’s soul drums
You motherfuckers picked the wrong one
Big mistake, I think you niggas made the wrong one

[Intro: Joe Budden]
How’s everybody feeling out there? We good? Let’s talk to the sample right quick. I always pictured we’d be. It go like this. Listen

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Let me tell you how I pictured this
A few houses, a couple businesses
Striving for greatness, we would be each other’s witnesses
And during beef, we both would put aside our differences
Where I ain’t flinch a bit making you insignificant
Maybe kids and shit, perfect arithmetic
Meaning we could build our own world and co-exist in it
She a synergy, sharing energy
Let our souls mate in the air if you remember me
Now here’s what I did with it
Went out my way to fuck these stripper chicks
Lost good girls making them mistresses
Just savages, missed marriages
They all was my babies, I needed those miscarriages
My worthless self when Joe felt hurt
I went out and targeted women who had no self worth
I relate to praying nightly feeling no spell work
When you can do it, but a stranger gotta go help first
I called moms on the phone, here’s what I told her real quick
I said my 20s flew by with no control of the shit
Her next sentence swear that I’ll forever hold with a grip
She said it go by even faster as the older you get
I wanna never dumb down, I’d have to lower my wit
Ain’t gotta post this on the Gram for you to know what it is
A partner to trust, I’m thinking even bigger for us
Mom should’ve told me this when we had shit to discuss
Now neither one of us is how we figured we’d be
Sometimes the thought of what if still lives here with me
I always pictured we’d be
[Interlude: Joe Budden]
Nah’mean? That’s how I see it in my head though. Ain’t quite pan out like that. Word up. Let me tell you about some more of God’s work though

[Hook: Stacy Barthe]
I wanna know what this life’s supposed to be like
I wanna know, wanna know, ah
I wanna know what this love’s supposed to be like
I wanna know, wanna know

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
Nah, I like it just like that, Parks, let it run
Lemme go right here, right here, right here
Look, Look

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
A love that’s tideful, never prideful
If you’re truly better without me how can I spite you?
As I yearn for the greatest love I ever had
Pardon me, kid, I’m still learning how to be a dad
We be in spots you shouldn’t be in ’till you grown
I was absent so long I’m just not leaving you home
So nah, too much to learn, too much world out there
Let me teach you about these hoes, too many girls out there
I respect your mom’s tutelage
But that’s my weird and my brain, what’s she gon’ do with this?
Watch and learn, foolish kid
Eyes light up with surprise, you’re just like I am
I think that you’re enjoying this ride just like I am
Look, same pedigree, theoretically
Cut from a cloth that was gone, that’s just genetically
One job in life to make you a much better me
Greater feeling than I imagine this shit would ever be
You be feeling strong when you diss me in songs
I did the same my whole career, would never tell you it’s wrong
Whatever works out, whatever the price, get that embedded
Even if at my expense, I’ll pay it, you take the credit
Had a power struggle when I thought your mom abused it
My hands were in bondage, useless
Beyond the excuses, calm through it
It’s crazy, our bond music
And we do it beautifully for our beautiful conduit
So right now I stand in a place I never stood before
Finally filled the void in my life, I wasn’t good before
Fucking with these hoes, that energy I was putting forth
God, this was more like the fucking love I was looking for
Now it’s better than we pictured it’d be
And the supervised visits, we’ll never have to relive it
Little nigga we’ll be

[Interlude]
This is greater than us. Greater than me. Greater than anything I could ever imagine, man. I ain’t talking to everbody. Trey, what up though? What up? What up?

[Hook: Stacy Barthe]
I wanna know what this life’s supposed to be like
I wanna know, wanna know, ah
I wanna know what this love’s supposed to be like
I wanna know, wanna know
I wanna know what this life’s supposed to be like
I wanna know, wanna know, ah
I wanna know what this love’s supposed to be like
I wanna know, wanna know

[Verse 1]
Look, long live your idols, may they never be your rivals
Rakim was like Jesus, Chuck D wrote the Bible
G-Rap was God, I learned to punch from Kane
Lived in Queens so on Farmers we would see Todd James
Remember the cover of Black Panther with the fat gold chains
Then Slick Rick had a million of ’em
So I wanted a million of ’em
Yeah, back in my first days
When we ain’t know who was the nicest nigga in 3rd Base
Which emcee was the worst before my emcee search
Some niggas thought Pete Nice, me, I thought MC Serch
This before I ever met Em, way before “Hammer Dance”
This when I was asking Carrie Anne to make me Hammer pants
Smooth B was dope, Greg Nice had character
Before I ever knew image would even matter, bruh
Ice Cube raised me, gotta mention Gang Starr
Me and Premier tight right now, we in the same squad
Always tell me stories on the game and how it changed, y’all
Life don’t always come full circle, I can’t explain, God
Teacher to student
The overlap and the generational gap I’m seeing is prudent
So when I speak of pursuing
What we deemed as mere dreams and illusions
Albeit a nuisance
I’m brewing from eyes that have seen through it
It’s no time for even a body to be reclusive
Execs’ll feed you excuses, and if its seasoned, you chew it
We got old ideologies, I think we should renew it
The psychology for some of that reasoning’s even stupid
For me it’s deeper than music, much deeper than music
They stole our musical freedom, up next it’s freedom of music
As a tenth grade drop-out I’m watching the aftermath
Of everything streaming and doing the extremist
This is true shit
Don’t take a genius to see the genius is stewing
Ain’t got the reach to do it, so let me reach you can do it
It go

[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Look, look
If you live long you see your idols be your rivals
Hov was like the GOAT, congratulations on Tidal
Salute, you broke through many barriers for us
When we couldn’t move the needle you carried us for us
Look forward, maybe in 30 years they’ll implore us
Push to the back of the red ignore us
I think we nearing that border
Mr. Carter, who gon’ fare for the authors?
They only there to extort us
Who gon be there to record us, nigga?
Even deeper who gon’ care for our daughters?
And our sons just the vultures
We keep handing them the culture
And the hip-hop that raised this kid is one that spoke up
I’m pessimistic, I won’t even get my hopes us
But if it’s gon’ all implode before it blow up
Need more than overcharging for what they did to the Cold Crush
Just a PSA in lieu of the movement
Can’t get a quarter back now, what about future music?
Really

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
So if I’m gone when tomorrow come
The mission for my only-born when tomorrow come
How will we receive songs when tomorrow come?
Here’s my study for understudies to borrow from
New Rage & Machine, nigga, we got this
Is what you hear when label ideas meet a plot twist
Used to be faded from the killer talk
Now we suffocating from the pillow talk
Every verse like, “damn, y’all love chivalry”
They offer me fame as a man, I chose dignity
Guess everything ain’t for everybody
Maybe everybody ain’t for everything
It ain’t a thing, I’m looking through my career
I’m more the long game dude on how I choose to prepare
Not the richest, just the sickest, ask the dudes in your tier
Knew if I made it to the top I’d hate the views from up there
We don’t value the same shit, I spoke through a despair
Stood out before it was cool to be weird, my nigga, you just appear
Before these niggas hit puberty
I was online talking like it’s just you and me
The foolery, but since we hopping like rabbits
Calling everything that’s dropping a classic
With all this modern day practice
Tactics that should rot in the ashes
Some are cut from the same cloth
Some have forgotten the fabric, listen
Raised a nigga that you rather leave at bay
She ain’t walking in naked, she ain’t fashionably late
Have her bring your good shoes so you can dodge around the rumors
In a suit that light the room up like Robert Downey Jr.’s
Fifth to the court tell I did this before
Without a bearing ask Karen, nothing civil in war
It’s civil war, to judging off the shit that I saw
I’m trying to leave it so our kids’ll have more
Tomorrow is bigger than all

Buhol-buhol ang traffic
Ki-nut ka pa ng jeep
Minura pa ng driver
At ulo’y uminit

Refrain:
Kumukulo na ang dugo mo
Kaya’t sundan mo aking payo
Problema’y lilipas na lang
Kaya’t cool ka lang, cool ka lang
Bakit ba palagi ka na lang ganyan
Cool ka lang, cool ka lang
Daanin mo sa galit noo’y kukunat lang
Overtime daw, nag goodtime lang pala
Pag uwi ng bahay, amoy alak pa siya

Repeat Refrain
Kaya’t cool ka lang, cool ka lang
Bakit ba palagi ka na lang ganyan
Cool ka lang, cool ka lang
Puwedeng puwede mo naman siyang palitan
Mananahimik na, ang daming hirit
Anong paki nila, baka sila’y inggit

Repeat Refrain
Kaya’t cool ka lang, cool ka lang
Bakit ba palagi ka na lang ganyan
Cool ka lang, cool ka lang
Hayaan mo na lang magsisisi rin ‘yan
Easy lang, relaks lang
Simple lang ang buhay ngumiti ka na lang
Daanin mo sa galit noo’y kukunot lang
Kaya’t kaibigan, konting pasensiya lang
Cool ka lang, cool ka lang

[Intro]
You’re not the one I want in my bed,
But I’m gonna be the song stuck in your head!
Stuck in your head,
Stuck in your head!

[Verse 1]
Guess what? For the record you’re the broken one,
Tried to sing along but we got stuck,
So we turn it over and over again.
But now, a thousand scratches on the song we held,
A million cuts finally wore it down,
Couldn’t turn it over and over again,
Turn it over and over again.

[Chorus]
This’ll be the last time that I spin our life,
Never gonna play again.
You’re not the one I want in my bed,
I’m not the song you want in your head.
This’ll be the last time that I spin our life,
Never gonna play again.
You’re not the one I want in my bed,
But I’m gonna be the song stuck in your head,
Stuck in your head.

[Verse 2]
Guess what? Didn’t wanna have to write these words,
Now you’re on the other side reversed,
Never turning over and over again.
So now, I’ll turn it off cause it’s so damn loud (so damn loud),
All your lies finally wore me down (wore me down),
You can skip our track, cause I’m not coming back!

[Chorus]
This’ll be the last time that I spin our life,
Never gonna play again.
You’re not the one I want in my bed,
I’m not the song you want in your head.
This’ll be the last time that I spin our life,
Never gonna play again.
You’re not the one I want in my bed,
But I’m gonna be the song stuck in your head!

[Hook]
You made sick, round and round again,
So I’m turning you off and I’m trading you in.
Sick, so sick again,
Now I’m turning you off and I’m trading you in.

[Brige]
This’ll be the last time that I spin our life,
Never gonna play again.
You’re not the one I want in my bed,
I’m not the song you want in your head.
This’ll be the last time that I spin our life,
Never gonna play again.
You’re not the one I want in my bed,
But I’m gonna be the song stuck in your head!

Round and round again,
Now I’m turning you off and I’m trading you in.
Stuck in your head!
Round and round again,
Now I’m turning you off and I’m trading you in.

[Outro]
This’ll be the last time that I spin our life,
Never gonna play again.
You’re not the one I want in my bed,
But I’m gonna be the song stuck in your head!

[Intro]
Now for those of you who don’t know, you got two choices:
Either get up, or get the fuck out.

[Verse 1]
Here we come,
Motherfuckers back at it again,
We’re back in town, feel the heat,
The new black is brown.
Come get that good shit, that hood shit,
That straight from Texas music and before we’re done,
We’re going to own this town.
San Antonio we’re about to explode,
Straight from the barrio,
We’re out of control.
The party don’t start we kick in,
All you fake motherfuckers you out we in.

[Chorus]
From the bottom of the barrel to the top of the world,
This is still who I am!
From the river city to the ocean shores,
I won’t forget you!

Get up!

[Verse 2]
Born and raised in that dirty, dirty, dirty South,
I walk the walk, kid – You just run your mouth.
If you respect me I’ll respect you that’s without a doubt,
But if you don’t like my city you can get the fuck out.
Light it up, burn it down,
Feel the heat, we own this town.

[Chorus]
From the bottom of the barrel to the top of the world,
This is still who I am!
From the river city to the ocean shores,
I won’t forget you!
From down in the gutter when all we had was each other,
This is still who I am!
You believed in me when this was only a dream,
And I won’t forget you!

[Bridge]
San Antonio we’re about to explode,
Straight from the barrio.
We are the 210!
San Antonio!
We rep that 210 and we’re outta control.
Ain’t nobody going to represent the city like we do,
You bleed for me and I’ll bleed for you too.
Ain’t nobody putting S.A. on the map like we do,
You bleed for me and I’ll bleed for you too.

[Chorus]
I’m on top of the world,
And this is still who I am!
From the river city to the ocean shores,
I won’t forget you!
From down in the gutter when all we had was each otherm
This is still who I am!
You believed in me when this was only a dream,
And I won’t forget you!

[Outro]
Get up

Verse:
You say you don’t really know
Why I’ve been so cold
Oh you really don’t (don’t don’t)
Breaking at the fold
Don’t feel myself at all
It’s like I’ve turned to stone (stone stone)
Sometimes it’s hard to let you see
The broken side of me, so I, so I, so I

Chorus:
I cover my heart, I cover my bones
I just wanna feel like this alone
These colors of mine
Just so you know, don’t want them to show
I get so sad all over again
Rollin’ right round with the voice in my head
I know that in time it’ll be alright
But right now nothing is quite alright

Uh oh, oh oh oo oh oh X2
Nothing is quite alright
Uh oh, oh oh oo oh oh X2
No I’m not alright

Uh uh uh, uh uh uh

Verse:
You say don’t you cry your eyes
Babe I’m on your side
Still I run and hide
Underneath the mystery
Pretend to be complete so i, so i, so i

Chorus:
I cover my heart, I cover my bones
I just wanna feel like this alone
These colors of mine
Just so you know, don’t want them to show
I get so sad all over again
Rollin’ right round with the voice in my head
I know that in time it’ll be alright
But right now nothing is quite alright

Uh oh, oh oh oo oh oh X2
Nothing is quite alright
Uh oh, oh oh oo oh oh X2
No I’m not alright

Bridge:
When everything everything just feel like
Like the world world gonna come crashing down
When everything everything just feel like
Like the world world gonna come crashing down
Oh no baby just hold on tight cause the world world gonna come come ‘round
When everything everything just feel like, feel like, feel like

Chorus:
I cover my heart, I cover my bones
I just wanna feel like this alone
These colors of mine
Just so you know, don’t want them to show
I get so sad all over again
Rollin’ right round with the voice in my head
I know that in time it’ll be alright
But right now nothing is quite alright

Uh oh, oh oh oo oh oh X2
But I know that I’ll be alright, yes I know that I’ll be alright
Uh oh, oh oh oo oh oh X2
I know that I’ll be alright
Yeah I know that I’ll be alright

[Intro]
Motherfucker, you don’t own me.

[Verse 1]
You can’t please everyone so listen up and understand,
I make music for me and for the people who love it.
I don’t need permission from you,
And I damn sure ain’t your fucking puppet.
All I hear is “Walk this way,
And talk this way, do it just how I say”.
I won’t be criticized for the man I am,
A word of advice: start your own band.

[Chorus]
I say what I mean, I mean what I say,
Like the words of a king.
From the bottom on the grind to the top,
You think I’m sorry, I’m not.
I say what I mean, I mean what I say,
Like the words of a king.
From the bottom on the grind to the top,
So if you’re with me,
I’ll give you all I’ve got.

[Verse 2]
Oh yeah, I see you looking at me,
And I can see your mouth moving but I’m not listening.
You ain’t got nothing better to do,
Than talk shit about who’s who from what you’ve seen on YouTube.
All the shit it took me to get here,
You couldn’t hang with me if you wanted to.
I won’t be criticized for the man I am,
A word of advice: start your own band.

[Bridge]
I’ma do what I want,
And I’ll do it the way I want.
I’ma sing what I want,
And I’ll sing it the way I want.
I’ma do what I want (what I want),
And I’ll do it the way I want.
I don’t need permission from you,
Who the fuck do you think you are?

[Chorus]
I say what I mean, I mean what I say,
Like the words of a king.
From the bottom on the grind to the top,
You think I’m sorry, I’m not.
I say what I mean, I mean what I say,
Like the words of a king.
So true fans put your hands up, stand up,
And scream it with me.

[Breakdown]
Motherfucker, you don’t own me,
And I don’t owe you a god damn thing.

[Outro]
I say what I mean, I mean what I say,
Like the words of a king.
From the bottom on the grind to the top,
You think I’m sorry, I’m not.
I say what I mean, I mean what I say,
Not the words of a king.
From the bottom on the grind to the top,
So if you’re with me,
I’ll give you all I’ve got.

[Verse 1]
I want it, I got it,
It’s like I just can’t get enough.
I see it, I need it,
More of whatever keeps me numb.
I feel it consuming ,
But I’ll ignore that till I die.
I want what they have and,
I won’t stop until it’s mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
I fear myself
Becoming calloused and unable to feel.
Greed takes over;
I lose control and question what is real.
I want more than I need, the American dream,
Take and take until I have everything.
Now I’m covered in greed,
And the reflection I see,
Doesn’t look like the man I want to be!

[Chorus]
I spent my life chasing after things
That I fought for and now I’m torn,
Cause none of it has ever satisfied my soul,
It just leaves me wanting more.

[Verse 2]
I know that it’s wrong but,
It feels so right, I can’t deny.
I’m losing this war with,
My self-indulgent life.

[Bridge]
What if I gave it all away,
And shed the layers of the selfishness I hate?
I want to be free but I’m so afraid (I’m so afraid),
That I am too far gone and I’m stuck with all
The choices I have made.

[Hook]
There has to be more to life,
Cause I got it all, and never got it right.
There’s got to be more than this,
Tell me there is something that I missed.

[Chorus]
I spent my life chasing after things
That I fought for and now I’m torn,
Cause none of it has ever satisfied my soul,
It just leaves me wanting more.
I gave myself to things I thought I loved
But they never gave me enough.
Now I’m right back where I started from,
I’m so sick of wanting more.
I’m so sick of wanting more!

[Bridge]
Want and want and want,
Until we want to die
Because we never find
What we’re looking for.
What are we looking for?
Consume, consume, consume,
Until it consumes us.
Want and want and want.
When will it stop?
(When will it stop?)

[Outro]
I spent my life chasing after things
That I fought for and now I’m torn,
Cause none of it has ever satisfied my soul,
It just leaves me wanting more.
I gave myself to things I thought I loved
But they never gave me enough.
Now I’m right back where I started from,
I’m so sick of wanting more.
(Wanting more, wanting more)

[Verse 1]
I can’t escape,
My past is going to haunt me forever.
The darkness tries to haunt me,
Give in!
Just a taste of what you desire,
Get out of my head you, fucking liar!
Everywhere I look there’s a constant reminder,
My demon’s coming here to take me under.
I won’t go down without putting up a fight,
I’ll be bruised and bleeding before I let you take my life!

[Chorus]
I am the one who will claw my way out,
You can push and pull but you won’t drag me down.
I am the one to walk alone again,
You can beg and plead but you’re dead to me.

[Verse 2]
Let go of me!
Your grip is failing to hold me down now.
I’ll walk out, lock the door and throw the key away.
You can have my past, that’s all you are to me,
You can have my past, trapped with all that misery.
That’s not me anymore,
I’ve come too far to fail,
Knife to the throat of me giving in.
I can see the eyes bearing from the fire inside,
All of my demons try to drag me down to Hell!
I am the master of my own way out.

[Chorus]
I am the one who will claw my way out,
You can push and pull but you won’t drag me down.
I am the one to walk alone again,
You can beg and plead but you’re dead to me.
I am the one who will claw my way out,
You can push and pull but you won’t drag me down.
I am the one to walk alone again,
You can beg and plead but you’re dead to me.

[Outro]
No! You’re not welcome in my head,
Your condescending words about who I am.
No! You’re not welcome anymore.