Watch Ermenegildo Zegna’s First ‘Phygital’ Fashion Show Live

This year marks Ermenegildo Zegna’s 110th anniversary, and the brand is celebrating by putting on a “phygital” fashion show for its Summer 2021 collection, which was designed by Artistic Director Alessandro Sartori under lockdown.

While details are being kept under wraps, the show will reportedly be a blend of cinematography, technology and digital techniques with real models filmed and photographed. The show will be held on that last day of Milan Fashion Week’s digital platform.

Click the video, below, at 9 AM EST on Friday, July 17 to livestream the Ermenegildo Zegna XXX Summer 2021 runway.


What: Ermenegildo Zegna XXX Summer 2021
Where: Milan, Italy
When: Friday, 17 July 2020 at 9 AM EST

Photo courtesy of Ermenegildo Zegna


Dax – Coronavirus (State of Emergency) Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
The next week is going to be
Is going to be a 9/11 moment
It’s gonna be the hardest moment for many Americans in their entire life

[Verse]
This quarantine is got me feeling like I’m locked in a prison
I got coffins for these beats they better stay at a distance
Went to Costco for some tissue, they said two was the limit
I saw a granny try to grab ’em, I had to fight her to get it
Everybody turning animalistic
No supplies, no food, next the worlds going cannibalistic
Going crazy we all stuck on our phones
The quarantine Micaulay culkin’, this a movie we all home alone
We got Bills Mr. Gates
I wonder how the doctors feel
They gon’ have to go see doctor Phil or Mr. Gates
By the way, if you’ve ever talked behind my back that shits ok
I might get sick if you come say it to my face
This shits pandemic, certified crisis
I remember when corona was beer and not a man made virus
I remember getting sick wasn’t shit
Now we panic when we cough, sneeze, or feel like we got any type of sinus
What we do now?
Only option is to pray
If you don’t wanna be six feet under stay six away
Stay home, hide your kids, wash your hands, be safe
It’s like a greyhound bus and it’s stopping in every state
Ain’t it funny?
How them kids think it’s funny
And they wanna go and play on Spring Break
Stupid kids they gon’ sleep
In the bed that they made and then be mad
When them same springs that they have break, can’t escape
Shit is viral
I was on it way before it hit the news
This is man made, click baited, automated views
This is way more deadly than the flu
Way stronger than the devil, even he couldn’t empty the church pews
You a fool if you think it’s fake
On set symptoms after 14 days, until your lungs fail and you suffocate
Assisted respiration by a ventilate
Mass population declutiration a reason to eliminate
From Africa to Italy
Nigeria to Sicily
This virus 5G and has global connectivity
Thieving in the night as it creeps in your vicinity
And robs you of your basic motor function capabilities
So my task before the world panics and runs out of all the masks
Before discrimination of Asians becomes something we let pass
Forgetting that the problem stems from something we can’t grasp
Before you yell conspiracy
Before you tweet you at Donald like it’s really gonna fix the situation, but you have no validity
Before the stocks plummet
Before every industry realizes that’s it workers who slave actually run it
Before total lockdown and depression and anxiety
And long nights alone and no with contact with society
The riots, the tanks, 90 days of sobriety
And social validation off IG notoriety
Before you go crazy
Way before you choose the worst time in manking to have a unplanned baby
Just know
We’re all part of the remedy
We’re on the same team
And corona is the enemy

[Outro]
Stay home
Be Safe
And look out for check

Cyber Sex Will See Us Through the Apocalypse

We’re one week into a nationwide(ish) quarantine, and my Lovehoney magic wand is already permanently plugged into the outlet by my bed, right next to my phone charger. Between Google hangouts, lonely walks through the nearby park, and regular trips to the grocery store where I panic-buy toilet paper and four-packs of chocolate pudding, I masturbate. Besides finally catching up on Westworld and avoiding an inevitable pivot to Instagram live videos, what else is there to do?

The answer, it seems, is cyber sex, something I’m intimately familiar with but haven’t engaged in since I was starring in a high school production of Dames at Sea. In those days, it was thrilling to log onto anonymous AOL chatrooms (or, more illicitly, the chat site run by an erotica website I frequented where I regularly pretended to be a 19-year-old girl…foreshadowing). In those days, I was having cyber sex because I didn’t have access to real sex. I was a teenager, I lived with my parents, I was a virgin who could barely drive.

But today, there’s a much more pressing reason to avoid human contact. COVID-19 has brought the world to a halt, forcing those among us in non-essential jobs to practice social distancing and self quarantine. In only a week, I’ve seen my fellow captives cycle from memes about Shakespeare’s productivity during his own plague-induced quarantine to excitement over Animal Crossing, and in between public horniness has become increasingly acceptable on social media. And that’s not to mention everyone who has started an OnlyFans.

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Those of us who aren’t lucky enough to be quarantined with a significant other (and it’ll be very interesting to see how long those relationships last if/when this ends) are left to our own devices, and there’s only so much porn to be consumed before it all blends together into one amorphous blop of flesh. So: welcome to the cyber sex renaissance! Sure, “sexting” is an indelible part of our cultural lexicon, but usually as a prelude to an actual hookup. But as we watch the world fall apart around us from inside our apartments, growing hornier by the day, if the price of human connection is a few blurry dick pics taken with an android and some creative wordplay, so be it.

Paxton, a trans woman in Montreal, is “a very pro cyber sex person in general,” so staging her hookups over Wifi hasn’t been a huge adjustment. Queer hookup app Grindr, she says, is “full of people looking for SOMETHING” and she has “a few boys from back home or who I’ve known are horny demons that I can also rely on being horny in isolation.”

Even people in relationships aren’t exempt from the need to cyber. Marguerite, a student in Albany, lives with her boyfriend. But as she’s severely asthmatic and he needs to keep working, they’ve quarantined separately, leading to some very romantic cam sessions: “I’m feeling hella lonely and I want him to be home at our place, but it’s helpful to know that at the end of everyday I can talk to him and cum with him even if it’s via webcam.”

And even in Italy, where coronavirus has hit the hardest, leaving the entire population sheltered in place, those stuck inside are still finding ways to get off. “I’m really into sexting in general but lately it’s been crazy,” says Sebastiano, who lives in Milan. For him, sexting is about more than jerking off with a stranger over FaceTime. “In general, I’m a really cerebral person — the brain is THE first sexual organ for me. So I like when things are fun, and witty, and interesting when it comes to cybersex, that’s why I like sexting (and people who can do it well).” As he’s not a fan of extreme roleplay, his chats center more around imagining what he and his partner would do to each other if they were hooking up IRL. “Escapism is extremely important for me, now more than ever. Everything that can stop me from thinking and overthinking is more than welcome.”

Just as we’ve seen skeptics all around the world who still believe social distancing is an overreaction to a pandemic, there are plenty of folks who aren’t satisfied with sliding into someone’s DMs — they still want the real thing. “There have been a lot of people looking to meet,” says Paxton, who is clear with all her matches that she’s only looking to chat. “There are a bunch of ppl with ‘covid-19 negative’ in their profile,” she adds. Her usual response to people asking her to meet up? “This is a pandemic, dude.” Thankfully, the men she’s encountered looking for sex are mostly “a bit passé and dumb about it,” rather than aggressive.

Will, a gay man in New York City, said that the weekend after New York shut down bars and restaurants, a friend was “very surprised” that he didn’t want to attend a sex party. “Granted that was several days before the social distancing stuff really felt urgent,” he says. “But still.”

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Which begs the question: when governments all over the world are placing restrictions on everyday life in an attempt to flatten the curve and stop the spread of coronavirus, why are sex parties and hookup apps not doing the same? A Tinder spokesperson told PAPER that the app is using an in-app card to redirect users to the World Health Organization for recommendations, and a Grindr representative insists that “the health and safety of our users is a top priority…we are advising users to follow guidelines provided by the CDC, and have published these guidelines in the Grindr app to help users make the best informed decisions when interacting with others.” Yet Grindr has also been advertising a week of their XTRA membership for free, encouraging users to use the app more during the crisis.

This weekend, the New York City Health Department released a memo explaining that in the midst of a pandemic, “you are your safest sex partner. Especially if you wash your hands (and any sex toys) with soap and water for at least 20 seconds before and after sex.” They also recommended having sex with only people you live with — bet your roommate is looking pretty tasty about now — and that “if you usually meet your sex partners online or make a living by having sex, consider taking a break from in-person dates. Video dates, sexting or chat rooms may be options for you.”

But just like those irresponsible college kids on the beach in Clearwater, Florida, we can’t expect that everyone is going to follow the rules. If governments are going to shut down non-essential business, install curfews or require that residents shelter in place, shouldn’t hookup apps be taking more strident measures to discourage horny idiots from thinking with their dicks? Intimacy is vital to our mental health, but shouldn’t our physical health come first right now? These apps are a vital resource to those looking for human connection during the biggest global health crisis of our lives, but couldn’t suspending app services for a few weeks and then reintroducing them (with even more explicit warnings not to meet up) be a better way to discourage people from potentially spreading COVID-19 to their partners, and that partners partners, and so on? On Monday, 20,000 confirmed cases of COVID-19 were reported in New York, with 12,000 in New York City. Now is the time for drastic action.

On the other hand, the same way that group Zoom calls and Instagram live sessions (y’all need to chill with those) are helping us feel less lonely as we work our way through giant tubs of peanut butter from our third floor walk up bunkers, (virtually) getting off with someone is another way to affirm that despite being isolated, we’re not alone. “I struggle with depression and anxiety, so times like this can be pretty challenging,” says Sebastiano from Italy, where more than 4,800 citizens have died.

“So, yes, the other night I was feeling very anxious and then I started talking with this guy on Instagram and we had a full sexting session with pics and all that went on for like 40 minutes. It really helped to distract myself from the pain and anxiety I was feeling weighing on my chest.” To paraphrase Peaches, “sext the pain away.”

Screenshot via YouTube

People Are Making Quarantine Singalong Memes

If you’ve been on the Internet lately — which is one of the only things people who are social distancing and in isolation can do — then you would’ve noticed a new meme that’s going around. A bunch of videos of Italians in quarantine have been going around, with floors of people on balconies singing different pop songs.

Katy Perry shared a video of fans singing “Roar.” Madonna shared a video of Italian nationals singing “I Rise.” And Cheryl also shared a since-deleted video of a whole neighborhood in Italy singing “Fight For This Love” as their pop anthem to get through the coronavirus crisis. But all these videos aren’t actually real.

Related | Think Before You Meme About Corona

Bradley Stern on Instagram: “The real pandemic: our beloved pop stars being fooled into thinking their bops and bangers are the official soundtrack of the #coronavirus…”

All these videos are from Italian neighborhoods singing in order to boost moral, but have been edited to have different audio. Fans are actually making these edits to meme their favorites to get them through this whole chaotic global pandemic.

“People are now in the habit of going online and subconsciously reducing their psychic stress,” Dr. Bartholomew said in an interview with PAPER. “In the past, people might have gone to church and prayed, whereas today in a more secular age, they go online and discuss their fears as a form of collective coping.”



With these shared memes, the Internet is also allowing people to go through this psychic stress together, and cope as a collective.

Of course, these Italian-neighborhood-singing-pop-songs meme can be misleading for the people who aren’t in on this Internet joke. So this is a PSA for all who have been fooled — including the pop stars who fell for these memes: THEY AREN’T REAL!

See one of the actual videos below:

Photo via Getty

704chop – Street Poetry Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-huh
You know we came from nothin’, straight out the dirt with this shit
Yeah

[Verse]
Ain’t shit changed since I got on the road and I stopped f**kin’ with you
Wouldn’t speak the same language since you got that other nigga
Ain’t prayin’ for no angels, need a bankroll, let the money heal me
Carrying all this pain, f**k it, I ain’t gettin’ no demonic spirits
Can’t even post up in the hood, there’s always gon’ be shots fired
Don’t love the opposition, they just hate niggas from my side
My CEO told me, “Stay out the hood,” probably hurt mine
Wish granny was still livin’, she never seen how I turned out
Easy to see the world war when you watching from the birdhouse
Mama ain’t know she raised a star ’til the day they let your son out
If I went there when I started, bet I’m somethin’ now
Came from nothin’, but gave the whole world somethin’ to talk about
Ayy, f**k a room and let that nigga tell him from the horse’s mouth
[?] died April 1st, but it wasn’t nothin’ to laugh about
I heard your cousin killed you, I can’t wait until they let him out
The same ones you grew up with the same ones that take you out
Can’t love these bitches, keep it pimpin’, focus on the paper route
f**ked up, I’m left with all these memories of my dawgs up underground
Some days I feel just like I’m popped, just wanna ball above the rim
Won’t see me down my faith in God, I put all the weight on him
A couple niggas I know died tryna rob to feed their families
John died right in my eyes at 17, I won’t forget it
Who would’ve thought when I got shot it would’ve came from my daddy?
Came from nothing, not what you used to, so I know you don’t understand me
A nigga switch up on the usual, I don’t believe in the text
These niggas stepped up what you do, f**k the hype and probably [?] us
We ain’t friends, I can’t shake your hand ’cause I don’t want your hand
f**k the fake love, get on FaceTime with my daughter and get it genuine
You would think I’m layin’ in a casket, how they feelin’ me?
Anything you ever wanted, ask me, you ain’t gotta steal from me
‘Cause I ain’t got no time for no nigga with her Tennessee
We glow and now they know my name from Italy to Tennessee

[Outro]
Yeah
Uh-huh

Filthy Gears – Step Up Lyrics (feat. Wiley, Jammz, CapoLee & C Cane)

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up

[Verse 1: Jammz]
What’d you mean, step up?
Bar haffi step up, level haffi step up
Can’t stop never, whatever the weather
I’m a real go-getter, I’m due to endeavour
You know me already, first name’s Jam
No, it ain’t cheddar, but I get cheddar
Shows in Italy, I’m getting mozzarella
If I’ve gotta fly Greece, you can call that feta
When I first come in the game, I said spesh
But I’ve got better since then, so I say spesher
I’ve been a monster on bars and beats
If it ain’t me, holler at Filthy or Gesher

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like

[Verse 2: Capo Lee]
Tune get lead up when Capo step up
I stand in a place where a man can’t step up
Box man down and I stare in his eyes
Stand over his body so a man can’t get up
Chasing cheddar in a Nike sweater
Bare rain on my car, that’s a grinding weather
On sight, man, you can get it from far
Talking hard? Sent man to the stars
Get hit with a strap that costs more than your car
I still grind everyday, that was more than a bar
Then I’m bouncing food in a council housing estate
Superman, fly to the trap in a cape
Man dance on the riddim like Step Up 2
Peng tings, you can get bent up too
Ghost MCs, you wanna tweet and chat?
There’s no Wi-Fi when you get sent up too

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like

[Verse 3: Jammz]
Jammz is a humble guy
But I don’t mind slewing MCs at my leisure
More than my pleasure, funny when MCs
Who ain’t on the roads say the opps soon dead up
Chatting about Ps but you’re getting stressed out
‘Cause you went to the shop and had to break that tenner
Drop man forever, same pussyholes got audacity
To talk about gloves and leather
Really ain’t clever, so what’d you mean, pepper?
Bars ain’t pepper, flows ain’t pepper
Tunes ain’t pepper, bars ain’t pepper
Clothes ain’t pepper, tell a man shut up
About man’s pepper
Already said last year, dem man are wet
And they still got wetter
You know dem bruddas that act hard for show
And roll with soft Tygas like their name’s Jenners?

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like

[Verse 4: C Cane]
Step up, no leg up
But dem ones dere need a step up
See, I’m so far up the ladder with my bars
They cannot reach up to me with a step up
‘Cause when I step up, can’t nobody try step up
If you think not, beg you step up
I come like the Lombardo when it comes to drama
I dun the dance, no step up
Trust me, that’s easy, can’t shake a leg with I
Make a man raise their glass for I
You’d be high if I’m out here
Doing the work on job more time, no one don’t lie
Don’t ramp and vibe
Tuggset, big man, get petrified, on Christ
Me, I’m far from alright, are you alright, brudda?
Alright? Never, they get left when I write

[Chorus: Wiley]
When I step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up, man can’t step up
This ain’t a setup but I run the setup
You’re getting too comfy, rudeboy, better get up
I ain’t gonna step down, blud, I’m gonna step up
I do it like step up

Quilly – On Dek Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly]
On Dek! E and Reds wassup with yall
Yall might as well just drop the bag on me. YAMEEN

[Verse 1: Quilly]
My feature price higher than the numbers on the lean
Which means its gonn cost a pint for a 16
Money tall as Jabbar cuz my hooks like Kareem
I seen the pill game turn a boss to a fein
All i see is racks, it was hard to make a bean
To I signed with On Dek bitches treat me like Hakkem
How these niggas dead popped, they just had it all
Man my coke numb ya mouth like ammosul
Im bouta buy a whole brick, bag it all, trap it all
Pocket full of blue faces avatar
Im bout my money straight up like 6 oclock spin the coke counterclockwise then i hit the block
The work floatin on the water like Im skippin rocks
Big or not if they runnin’ heads then Im switchin spots
I can hit a chick, hit her mom, and her sister
Im tryna pull up in a rafe wit the big dippa
On the ceiling ask Haines Street I made a killing
Niggas ain’t got no aim, they out here killin children
Im on tilt man I play for the skeme team
I got the same Jordans Mike wore on the dream team
Drought nightmares, triple beam dreams
50 k the long way stuffed in these jeans
I want that major league paper Derek Jeter bread
Used to wonder bout the money now I got that pita bread

[Hook: Quilly]
I got some bottles On Dek
A couple models On Dek Now
I got some shooters On Dek
I got some money On Dek Now

[Verse 2: Quilly]
My Sneaks come from Sicily
My bitch come from Italy
My watch come from Tiffany
Dirty youngin from the projects remember me ?
2 O’s short bouta get a key
Quilly whippin up the recipe
Truck full of dog food no pedigree
Im hittin chicks cause they lettin me
My bank account they’ll never see
Steering wheel with the letter B
The cake clip girl with the letter C
Now we at Benihana’s eatin lo mein
I spilt some lo mein on my Balmains
Balenciaga my situation
Moncler on me baby
You hear the radio, I been killin the streets lately
Been getting wavy, but you already know
My money keep goin up, lets keep that on the low
I want a mill for the flow, Im tired of dealin the blow
Im tired of duckin the cops, I gotta see my PO
I put a price on ya head, you’ll be gone for the low
Ya bestfriend turn foe, for the love of the dough
ON DEK !

[Hook: Quilly]
I got some bottles On Dek
A couple models On Dek Now
I got some shooters On Dek
I got some money On Dek Now

Dwoyo – No Doubt Lyrics

[Bridge]
Don’t fall asleep with the lights off
Don’t fall asleep with the lights off

[Chorus]
Man, I don’t give a f**k about your problems
I ain’t gon be the one to solve em
Bottles on me, watch me double clutch (Double clutch!)
Got me feeling mothaf**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Find a ho so she can drive (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No!)

[Verse 1]
Dwoyo on the beat
You know it’s me
You know I be
Walking down the street
I took that flow from V, now back to me
Shoutout to my brother, any other that’s trying to make us suffer or trying to put us under
You’re lucky no one discovered the music that I be rapping, cause when it happens I Promise you’ll be on my dick
Now you say you always been on my shit
Got “Fake Dreams” playing in yo whip
I liked you better when you would talk shit to me
Spite of the fact you could never get rid of me
Sono il capo, boy even in Italy
I could diss you three languages, homie, that’s just my ability
So, no te acercas
No paga luces o deja la puerta
Ni un poco abierta
Te corto la lengua por tar blando mierda
Y yo puedo robar tu mujer sin tu darte cuenta
Ella me hace favores sexuales y en cambio no tiene que pagarme renta, ah
Ah, ah, did that shit again though
Loud, endo, no comprendo
Album, that shit motherf**king awesome
And if you don’t like it that’s your motherf**king problem

[Bridge]
Don’t fall asleep with the lights off
Don’t fall asleep with the lights off

[Chorus]
Man, I don’t give a f**k about your problems
I ain’t gon be the one to solve em
Bottles on me, watch me double clutch (Double clutch!)
Got me feeling mothaf**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Find a ho so she can drive (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No!)

[Verse 2]
Forty with a forty, you should get to know me
Yeah I f**king bought it, I copped forty for my homies
I might hit up Chloe, although she don’t know me
We’ll smoke each other out, and call it a matrimony 
Do y’all got my money? Pay me no attention?
Pretty sure I mentioned that this section was expensive
So if you is my nigga then you throwing in, no questions
And if you ain’t then you ain’t getting in, no exceptions
And damn this dope done take this dude into a new direction
I dim the lights and lit the dime into a new dimension
All my thoughts on another level, 
Backwoods with the Bustelo
Gold monkey, on my purp and yellow
No orange, but the nugs got me feeling Melo
In Italy Ima learn to be a good fellow
And never settle for the low score
Heavy future weighing on me, too much for me to ignore
One day Ima be more, so for now I wanna do more
(Don’t Sleep!)
I won’t speak less you woke, won’t teach if you slow, I peak as I go
No demons I know
No doubt, no demons I know

[Bridge]
Don’t fall asleep with the lights off
Don’t fall asleep with the lights off

[Chorus]
Man, I don’t give a f**k about your problems
I ain’t gon be the one to solve em
Bottles on me, watch me double clutch (Double clutch!)
Got me feeling mothaf**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Find a ho so she can drive (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No Doubt!)
Got me feeling f**kin awesome (No!)

Luca Prodan – Mount Etna Erupts Lyrics

T was all so different before
No barricades in front of the door
Every single day’s the same
Watch “not the 9 o’cock news” or just shame, shame, shame

But that night, well it felt so right
That day, when I heard you say…
You can get to know me if you want to
Don’t be a bore, don’t be so shy
Everything’s fine, don’t you wish to?
Think of Italy and look at the sky

A bee far me and a bird for you, babe
Look at mount Etna, burning the sky
Earthquakes, whirlwinds, lightning, thunder

Alvin & The Chipmunks – Oh Gondaliero Lyrics

Well, boys
Here we are in beautiful Italy
This is the city of Venice
The city of romance and singing
A city filled with gondolas and the most beaut-

Yeah
And look at all those boats
Alvin, a gondola is a boat
Hey, let’s take a gondola ride
Yeah
In a boat

How about it, Dave?
Okay, fellas
Good idea
And we’ll ask the gondolier to-
What’s a gondolier?

Dave:
Well, a gondo-
Well, ugh… ah, Alvin
You see the man with the big mustache?
He’s a gondolier
Come on
Let’s get into his boat and maybe he’ll sing

Gondolier:
‘O sole mio
Sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole mio
La, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Hey, you mouse
Pipe down!
I’m singing
Mouse, mouse!
I’m Alvin the chipmunk

Ma-chipmunk a-shmipmunk a-silencio
Now be quiet, will you
I’m singing
Alvin, will you please sit down
And will you please let the gondolier sing
Okay, okay

‘O sole mio
Sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole mio
Sta ‘nfronte a te!

Alvin:
Mouse
I’ll show him mouse
‘O sole, ‘o sole mio
Sta ‘nfronte a te!

I’ll pull his mustache
Sta ‘nfronte a te!
How you like that a-little mooses?

We’re not mooses
We’re chipmunks
Can’t ya get that straight at all?
Listen will ya

Oh, gondaliero
We are not mice
We’re singing chipmunks
We told you twice
We think you country’s nice
So, gondaliero
Don’t call us mice

Gondolier:
Why if I no a-hear I no believe-a
Three singing a-moosousies

We’re not moosousies
CHIPMUNKS!
Yeah, Chipmunks
Can’t ya understand?

Boys… boy…
Fellas, please sit down and stop arguing
Now let’s all try to get along
Now Mr. Gondalier
Would you let the boys sing along with you?

Ma shoes
That’s okay
Let’s a-go

‘O sole mio
Sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole mio
Sta ‘nfronte a te!
‘O sole, ‘o sole mio

Ha ha ha ha ha
Ma when I telling my kids
I’ve a-been singing with three moosouses

We’re not mesousies
And we’re not moosousies
And we’re not mooses
Or mices
Ah, we’re chipmunks
Can’t ya get that straight

Boys, boys please sit down
I think the boat is beginning to sink, fella-
Ugh Mr. Gondolier
Would you please take this back to land
Lis-
Fellas, don’t, don’t argue anymore

Now, Mr Gondolier
Don’t b-bu-
I’m sorry
Back to shore
Sink
I think we’re

Mr. Gondo-
Ugh, b-
Fellas, don’t argue
I’m sorry
I’m sorry

Young Thug – Mellow (Remix) Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you
You  put a beacon baby, you know your love is the truth
I  bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you
Punana come to daddy
Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello (Aye)
Said  hello (Yeah)
I’m  restin’ gettin’ mellow (Aye)
Eat your flesh and stay mellow (Yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Had  nothin’ but a cigarillo (Had nothin’ but a cigarillo)
She came through with Backwoods (She came through with Backwoods)
That’s part of the reason I love her (That’s part of the reason I love her)
I’m her dresser, no bluffin’ (I’m her dresser, no bluffin’)

[Verse 1: Gunna & 6LACK]
The  white marble dresser with a picture of you (Picture of you)
Put a hold on my schedule, put a reservation for two (Reservation for two)
Shopping is a pleasure, and I feed your attitude (Feed your attitude)
Put you on a pedestal, take a trip to Cancun (Trip to Cancun)
Trip to Cancun, how about trip a to south of Bali (South of Bali)
Keep a lil’ leg room, she can turn a bedroom into Follies (Bedroom into Follies )
She’ll probably take a bullet for a nigga, something these bitches won’t do (Something these bitches won’t do)
I can uno dos you (I can uno dos you)
Or I could split up the loot (Or I could split up the loot)
Show me your commitment, I’ma do the same for you (Do the same for you)
Told me you gonna ride or die, so I bought a coupe for us two (Bought a coupe for us two)
Italy her whole life, bought her everything brand new (Brand new)
Diamonds keep me frostbite, I’m just tryna keep my cool (Yryna keep my cool)
Tryna keep my cool, that ain’t easy to do
Get high like a skyline, need to give me time to regroup (Time to regroup)
On the pavement so I keep that, now she feel like she in school (Like she in school)
Teach you game like a tutor, you won’t fall in love with a fool (Fall in love with a fool)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you
You put a beacon baby, you know your love is the truth
I bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you
Punana come to daddy
Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello (Aye)
Said hello (Yeah)
I’m restin’ gettin’ mellow (Aye)
Eat your flesh and stay mellow (Yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Had nothin’ but a cigarillo (Had nothin’ but a cigarillo)
She came through with Backwoods (She came through with Backwoods)
That’s part of the reason I love her (That’s part of the reason I love her)
I’m her dresser, no bluffin’ (I’m her dresser, no bluffin’)

[Verse 2: Lil Baby & Young Thug]
Ain’t no want no cappin’ (No cappin’)
I’ve been onto better things, these niggas so last year (So last year)
I’m in the back seat of the Maybach with a soul snatcher (Soul catcher)
I just switched lanes and go slow, they probably still won’t catch us (Still won’t catch us )
Bae I love your accent, and what’s your practice? (What’s your practice?)
Baby I love your practice, like I love my practice
Talkin’ ’bout stripper practice, and why wall [?]
It’s just all madness, chopper’s a desert cactus
Range Rover autobiography, ain’t doin’ no slakin’
Ain’t no more trappin’, car too fast need traction
Bad lil’ ten, she nasty
Diamonds on fleek, they dancin’
Woah, Oh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You spend a weekend with me, I spend a lifetime on you
You put a beacon baby, you know your love is the truth
I bought a coupe and baby, I’ll hand it over to you
Punana come to daddy
Answer the phone for her on FaceTime like, hello (Aye)
Said hello (Yeah)
I’m restin’ gettin’ mellow (Aye)
Eat your flesh and stay mellow (Yeah)

[Bridge: Young Thug]
Had nothin’ but a cigarillo (Had nothin’ but a cigarillo)
She came through with Backwoods (She came through with Backwoods)
That’s part of the reason I love her (That’s part of the reason I love her)
I’m her dresser, no bluffin’ (I’m her dresser, no bluffin’)

GoldLink – No Lie Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah, GoldLink is a good example for the assholes and the adolescents
Big dawg with a great smile, look like shark poker, yeah they get aggressive
Skin glossy than a mothafucka, teeth sharper than my lip
So my teeth cut my lip, I put a diamond on that bitch
Jewish star for the set, yeah this summer had us movin’ different
Tat an eagle on my neck, ’cause this winter we was flyin’ different
And my niggas show and prove, still be rappin’ like I’m [broke?]
How a youngin’ this smooth? I’m really dirty with the stroke, yeah

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Act like you don’t know me
Mi no lie
I do this thing and I do this thing for real
Mi no lie
Got a couple girls and guys who could die for me
Mi no lie
Buss’ up the party and everything, doo, doo
Mi no lie
Call off the beef sometime, everything nice and fine
Mi no lie
Roll up the wing one time, dem girls, they’re nice and fine
Mi no lie
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t stop, don’t give up”
Mi no lie
Started from the streets, to my mandem, big up

[Bridge: Wizkid & GoldLink]
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie, mi no lie
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)
Mi no lie
([?] middle )
Mi no lie
([?] nigga)

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, I’m hella movin’ different
Went from duckin’ coppers, now we duckin’ paparazzi now
Fine lil’ tall black chick with an accent, she a model now
Drinkin’ bubbly liquor while I’m starin’ at her, lookin’ nothin’ like she talk
They remember when I was a youngin’, had the .40 draggin’ when they walk, huh
Blue flaggin’ while I’m parasailin’ with the boys and models out in Italy
Couple months ago, I was in the city on a date with a single ting
You’d prolly know her, and I never show, and she told me how she get security
But I always tell her I’m a hood nigga and this famous shit is new to me
Been down with the leg walk, old Versace for the jeans
I understand how my plug talk, I got Cuban in my genes
Never cubic on my neck, I got diamonds that’ll bling
I got shooters that’ll blitz, and all you’ll hear is dirty screams
Give me neck, give me neck, uh, trade my girl for a jet, uh
Trade her soul for some pocket change
Want the world, nothin’ less
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a rapper for respect, huh
Kill a nigga for a North Face
And some braggin’ rights and a TEC

[Outro]
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Truth teller, truth teller
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I’m never gon’ let up
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Back, back, back-ity-back, God, get ’em
(Skrrt, skrrt)
New levels, new levels
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

INNA – No Help lyrics

No no, I don’t make a difference
Say what you want about me, así, así
I don’t need no permission
I run the night from Belize to Italy

I got a Coca-Cola but I don’t want no chaser
Drinks on me, you know how that works
Everybody wanna see what I’m about to do first
Watch me and do not disturb

Ooh, I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Ooh, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
When I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Yeah, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help

While you’re all on my body
Sé que quieres de mí, de mí, de mí
Baby, Imma be honest
Estoy pensando en tí, en tí, en tí

I got a Coca-Cola but I don’t want no chaser
Drinks on me, you know how that works
Everybody wanna see what I’m about to do first
Watch me and do not disturb

Ooh, I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Ooh, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
When I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Yeah, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help

Eyes on my body, you want it, you want it
But this is the night that I’m gonna be on my own
Hands off my body, my body, don’t hurry up
Cause this is the night that I’m gonna be on my own

Ooh, I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Ooh, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help
When I get by myself, can’t describe how good I feel
Yeah, I do me so well, you know I don’t need no help

Future – RACKS BLUE Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven!

[Chorus]
I got the right ice
I can’t do wrong
I got the black A.P
The Patek a two-tone
I done went colorblind
I’ma get my shine on, yeah
Know how I’m feelin’
The racks blue

[Hook]
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
I shoulda gave ’em dog food and went to get neutered
I shoulda never got caught up with a cougar

[Verse 1]
Way too clever, ain’t too jealous
Ain’t gon’ let ’em, I never settle
Life as a rebel, I’m gettin’ better
Bringin’ pressure, I get pleasure
Call Berettas, no vendetta
I know my heart belongs to the ghetto
Responsibilities without humility
Longevity, car from Italy
Fuck my enemies, get my salary
Fuck envy, end in tragedy
I’m your majesty, that’s how I gotta be
Get more liberty, should be proud of me

[Hook]
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh

[Chorus]
I got the right ice
I can’t do wrong
I got the black A.P
The Patek a two-tone
I done went colorblind
I’ma get my shine on, yeah
Know how I’m feelin’
The racks blue

[Verse 2]
Comin’ from poverty, hittin’ the lottery
Hottest commodity, the way that it had to be
Ain’t no comparin’ me, you thinkin’ charity
I’m thinkin’ integrity, and worryin’ ’bout the legacy
That I went through, thinkin’ vicariously
I’m in a spacecoupe, that’s momentarily
I’ve been dead broke, treated unfairly
Never break me, love or hate me
She did forsake me, she wanna taste me
And she showed it, gave her the blue face

[Hook]
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh

[Chorus]
I got the right ice
I can’t do wrong
I got the black A.P
The Patek a two-tone
I done went colorblind
I’ma get my shine on, yeah

[Outro]
What I’m supposed to do when these racks blue?
Ooh, ooh

BTS – Airplane Pt.2 lyrics

Isanghan kkoma
Sumswideus nolaehaessne
Eodideun joh-a
Eum-ag-i hago sip-eossne
Ojig nolae
Simjang-eul ttwige hadeonthing
Hanappun-ideon
Gil-eul geol-eossjiman

Swibji anh-a
Silpaewa jeolmang
Jichin nal nugunga bulleo sewo geonnen mal
You’re a singing star
You’re a singing star
But I see no star..
Myeoch nyeon-i heulleogabeolin dwi

(We still) Sky high, sky fly, sky dope
(We still) Same try, same scar, same work
(We still) sesang eodil gado
(We still) hotelbangseo jag-eob
(I still) haluneun neomu jal dwae geu da-eumnal-eun manghae
(I still) oneul-eun mwolo salji gimnamjun anim RM?
Seumuldaseos, jal saneun beob-eun ajigdo boleugess-eo
Geuleoni oneuldo ulineun geunyang go

We goin’ from NY to Cali
London to Paris
Uliga ganeun geu gos-i eodideun party
El Mariachi
El Mariachi
El Mariachi

We goin’ from Tokyo, Italy
Hong Kong to Brazil
I segye eodiseolado nan nolaehali
El Mariachi
El Mariachi
El Mariachi
El Mariachi..

Guleum wileul maeil guleum wileul maeil
Guleum wie nae feel guleum wie check it
Guleumgwaui kemi guleumgwa halu jong-il
Guleum taneun jaemi, guleum bomyeo fade in
Neohuin molla maybe
Myeoch nyeon dong-an-ui bihaeng tas-e
Maillijiman myeoch simman dae
Mos ilun neohuideul-eul wilohaejul ttaeya
Geu bihaeng pointeulo seonmul halge
Love eeopeullein modeu singyeong-eun da off
Geu nugudeunji mwoladeon
Geujeo gyesog peoseuteuleul jikimyeo
Bam haneul-eul bolge jigeum nae jalie majchwo

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Geulae meomchuneun beobdo
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Geulae jom swineun beobdo
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
Silpaehaneun beobdo
I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know
TV nawaseo gwiyeoun
Don jalangdeul-eun fed up
Yeogwon-eun gwalosa jigjeon
Midieoui hyetaeg-eun doelyeo neonega bad-assji kkalkkalkkalkkal
Ya ya selleobnol-ineun neonega deo jalhae
Ulin yeojeonhi geuttaewa ttoggat-eo
Woo!

We goin’ from Mexico City
London to Paris
Uliga ganeun geu gos-i eodideun party
El Mariachi
El Mariachi
El Mariachi

We goin’ from Tokyo, Italy
Hong Kong to Brazil
I segye eodiseolado nan nolaehali
El Mariachi
El Mariachi
El Mariachi
El Mariachi..

Nyck Caution – See You In Hell lyrics

(Intro)
It’s fucking Nyck Caution you filthy mothafuckerz

Most of y’all don’t get it and most of y’all ain’t shit
Only hard post at it, shit bizarre and I’m sick
Don’t pull my card when I bet it
I’m pushing all of my chips
Only trust a bitch as far as I can throw her!

(Verse)
And I really don’t lift Still got the weight on my shoulders
I ain’t ask for all this, But I won’t budge, won’t crack I won’t trip
I don’t care what it was just know that it
Is what it is, word to kirk in the clique
Shows lit, tell the bitch don’t come to back stage, if she ain’t flashing no tits
I told this bitch I’m cold as shit Im over it
No distractions Im focusing, I made it happen
Ive been living in the moment since
I got a little bit of gap and I set up shop
They ask me “How did I get hot? How’d I get on top?
I invested in myself, I don’t gotta spend a lot
Any good investment take a couple years, Hell strong
Now Im bout to make a Milly off of penny stock
Bit coin, Nyck coined the phrase
If you a bitch boi, don’t join the craze
Im lit boy big shot making big noise
You get smoked real quick like a thin joint
I ain’t doing no shows anymore for the love
Do a set it should take for the invoice
(Lorraine Bracco: Who the hell do you think you are?)
Y’all already know the name motherfucker
Its the N-Y-C-K-C-A-U-T-I-O-N, y’all know how I do
Used to be involved now Im mentally removed
With you and everything that you do
Bada boom bada bing gottas couple of guineas from Italy
In the restaurant, low-key playing a scene
Real mob-ties now I’m really in the bathroom
Underneath the seat, If you trip, well I gotta peek

(Outro)
Most of y’all don’t get it and most of y’all ain’t shit
Shit bizzarre and Im sick
Ill see you in hell (X11)

Vacation in Hell coming to a city near you

Juice WRLD – In This Bitch lyrics

(feat. Lil Bibby)

[Intro]
Mega, you played that boy

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
I-I-I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch (ayy, look, say it)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
I remember I was down on my dick
Got Versace on my nuts, tell that bitch check my drip
Now lil’ shawty kill ’em dead, but I really like her lips
Fuck her dead, I’ma fuck her face an’ put her in a Lyft
Sorry, I ain’t sorry, that’s just how it is
Drove her crazy, now she seein’ a psychiatrist
I been ballin’ so damn hard, I need a scholarship
Runnin’ out of drugs, I need to see a pharmacist
Took too many drugs, I think my plug love me
Pretty nigga even though they too ugly
Feel like Mitus, I get golden, don’t touch me
I be on the [?], yeah, you know it’s still bussin’

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Lil Bibby]
Keep a couple bank rolls, they stay with me
That bitch not from here, she speakin’ Japanse
An’ I’m frontin’, she not from here, she from Italy
Kick ’em out the crib, bitch, this is not Airbnb
I’m the one who hit that mini-man so I brought my semi in
Got your bitch on [?], I’m with Juice, he hit her friend
Yeah I’ma hit her, then I’m gonna fuck her sister
Run up on me, get hit up
Choppa put you on the ground, can’t get picked up
They find you out back of the woods if we think you switched up
I [?] like a pack of Woods, he want me get [?] up
Choppa face the frame if he can’t get the picture
She gon’ give me brain ’cause she know I’m that nigga

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch
Got a choppa with the beams in this bitch
I been boolin’ with my team in this bitch
Mix the ‘Xanny with the lean in this bitch
Things ain’t really what they seem in this bitch

[produced by: MegaBeats]

Big Flip Papi – Money On The Way lyrics

Verse 1
It’s Okayi got money on the way
Chef it bag it up, yeah we hungry round the way
We do it real right, round the clock all night
That hustles in my blood, can’t get it out my life
G5 whips the color of rose gold
He fly switch, the phantom to the rose
Bezel on the Rollie uh, looking so bold
Back hammer out on homie, guaranteed your son will fold
Oh forgive you me you don’t know?
Whoaaa even Black Rob would say you got to go
No! Big Flip Papi that nigga
Call me Michael Jackson, with a million dollar zipper
Tipper, I fell in love with a stripper
Got money on the way, and she knows that I’m a hit her

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Verse 2
It’s Okay I left the trap to the youngings
They don’t play, steam the Mac if you fronting
Flee dropping checks, and a nigga came from nothing
Key round my neck, go getter, I ain’t stunting
They see my respect, so they know I ain’t bluffing
All them years locked up top, now I’m worth something
Villas, yachts, double shots at the bar
My hitters pop, licking shots at you frauds
And we always got back up, when we fall
Got money on the way, yeah, it’s knocking at my door
Flew to Italy shopped at designer stores
Bought her so many bags she ain’t even want more
I’m living good now, no doubts, so sure
Body bags at money banks, looking like a morgue
She bounce to the beat, ass dropping to the floor
Her money on the way
You make it rain, we make it pour

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

DDG – Arguments Lyrics

[Intro]
TreOnTheBeat, yeah

[Verse 1]
Look baby listen them hoes was lying
Here take a tissue don’t like you crying
I wouldn’t cheat bae, your just to perfect
I cannot lose you its just not worth it
I know they tweeting, them hoes is capping
I thought I told you ain’t nothing happen
I never want you to sit there clueless
Baby I love you I thought you knew this
Stop getting angry, stop all the madness
We meant to be, look how long we lasted
Sadness, I ain’t eat in days like i’m fasting
Blasted, I wannna be with you ‘till my casket
I’m just disappointed in your actions
Then you get upset in my reactions
To be honest babe i’m just passing
We were doing straight and now we’re slanted

[Chorus]
I want you in my life girl fuck a solo
All the arguments and fights I can’t do it no more
You asked am I right and I really don’t know
You said I can be replaced baby that’s a low blow
I want you in my life girl fuck a solo
All the arguments and fights I can’t do it no more
You asked am I right and I really don’t know
You said I can be replaced baby that’s a low blow

[Verse 2]
Baby I understand your mental I need you to know
I got work to get done I got the shows on the road
Secure the bag so we can take a trip to Italy
I know i’m a pain so i’m confused to why you into me
I guess this is love and i’m certain that it is
I see you got baby fever one day we should have some kids
We in love why we fighting we just need to face it
It’s a marathon you last longer when you pace it
I just want you to kno-o-ow, I just want us to gro-o-ow
When we be fighting I feel so low tho
Are we gon’ last I don’t know no more, I don’t know no more
Put your foot on the gas fuck a stop sign go (yeah)
I think we thinking too much lets just go with the flow

[Chorus 2]
I want you in my life girl fuck a solo
The arguments and fights I can’t do it no more
You asked am I right and I really don’t know
You said I can be replaced baby that’s a low blow (yeah)

[Verse 3]
Last verse was before the breakup
Still wondering if we gon make up
Can’t sleep girl nah I gotta stay up
I miss the nights when we used to cake up
Used to text “good morning” now I get a GM
Washed up rappers in your fucking dm
Still wondering if you went to see him
Stayed out ‘till the morning after fucking pm
You got back in the morning, i’m talking six in the morning
Our connection got boring
You gon’ make me glow up and go and cop me a foreign
You been sleeping on me lately girl it sound like snoring (yeah)
Used to be my baby now I call you my ex
Them basketball players only want you for sex
Them internet niggas look at you as a check
Girl I loved your ass to death treated you with respect
Took you to the islands girl that came from the heart
I ain’t really feel the love I was doing my part
It’s a whole list of shit I don’t know where to start
Go and find another man girl you cute and you smart

Migos – Notice Me (feat. Post Malone)

[Intro]
Good job, First

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent on both my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent on both my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
Get live, yeah

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me (ayy)
Birds in the traps singin’ like Jodeci
I tip a bitch just ’cause of my courtesy (tippin’)
Then do a show, pick up my currency (backend)
Versace slippers colored burgundy (‘Sace)
Rappers be talkin’, think they hurtin’ me (uh uh)
I took his ho, make her come work for me (bitch)
Keep the Draco case an emergency (grr, grat)
Ridin’ ’round the city, sippin’ a tea, packin’ the heat, niggas that lookin’ for me (lookin’ for)
Comin’ up watchin’ them niggas on TV like they were what I wanted to be (wanted to)
Now I’m the one, gettin’ paid for it, thank God, it’s a blessin’ to see (naw, for real)
Doin’ shows, I’m on stage for it, Saint Laurent on my feet

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent on both my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent on both my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
Get live, yeah

[Verse 2: Offset]
I told that bitch to drop a four for me (drop a four)
Drop my top, now I’m exposin’ me (skrrt, skrrt)
A lot of these rappers gettin’ old to me (they kinda old)
Extortion publishin’, you owe it to me (you know you owe)
I’m droppin’ the top and showin’ the titties (drop top)
Run to the money, we tryna get fitted (run to the money)
I clear my mind and I had a vision (I had a vision)
And then I arrive with twenty-five bitches (then they arrive)
We sell out the whole facility
Not likin’ your vibe, your energy (vibe)
I came from the pot with Kimberly (pot)
She sniffin’ the lines, assembly (lines)
We had a good time in Italy (time)
Yo, these niggas be lyin’ about loyalty (lyin’)
Get on my knees, prayin’ to God to cover me

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Got your ho with me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent on both my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me
And you know I got that Rol’ on me
I pull her slowly
Saint Laurent on both my feet
All this jewelry, they gon’ notice me

[Post-Chorus: Quavo]
Ayy, I wanna ride, ride, ride on it
Keep my eyes, eyes, eyes on her
Wanna cry, cry, cry on her
Ayy, I wanna fly, fly, fly on it
Can I vibe, vibe, vibe on it?
Fox Five, Five, Five on it
Get live, yeah

[Outro: Quavo]
Nawfside, yeah
Can we ride, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Migos – Too Playa lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah (DJ Durel)
The way we put this sh*t together, you know what I mean?
Huncho and Durel made the beat, you know what I mean?
I got this man on the saxophone
You know what I mean, he blowing them keys
You know we keep keys the right way, you dig?
The way we put this Culture sh*t together
It’s like a new wave, generation way
Yeah, feel like 3K, Andre, with my way, Huncho, woo

[Verse 1: Quavo]
She f*ck with the gang (gang), she f*ck with the team
She like to do percocets, then I put her on lean (yeah)
She got little perky breasts (perky), I put a little ice on the flex
She got a little turkey neck, neck, neck, neck, neck, yeah
Don’t look at that skeleton too long, might drown (swim, swim)
My nigga got felonies, let him out right now (woo, ay)
I’m in Miami like a Zoe Pound (yeah yeah)
Call a Zoey dollar jet ski, water clowns
Wrist spending tabs, finna spaz, finna spaz
Niggas spending fast (spinning), 150 cash, 50 cash
Yeah, large (yeah), y’all nigga talk too hard (talk, talk)
We pull your card, pull up and chop down yards (chop)
Fish bowl same size, fish tank, yeah (yeah)
Big bank same size as his bank, yeah (yeah)
My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah (fo sho)
We too playa (yeah), we too, we too playa (playa)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa (clean)
Yeah, we too playa (woo), yeah, we too playa (playa)
Woo, we too playa (woo), we too, we too playa
Ay, we too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
All this watered down, might could sell it to a whale, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Play a circle down my first squad, but you already knew that
Nigga claim he got a million dollars, but I already blew that
Donatella on the bootstrap, whole crew got a Tru tat
Whole crew got a Tru chain, lay it back, now I move same
100 thousand in a blue flame, cross a nigga like a spiritual
Before rap, I was in the trap, and my record was criminal
Baby girl got that water park, when she get up, she left a water mark
Black Patek Philippe, motherf*ckers like Armor-All
Ok, now all in all, got it from wall to wall
Took it from mall to mall, dropped it from stall to stall
Shitting on niggas subliminally, all of my shoes are from Italy
Hard top crews, no Kennedy, she’ll pay cash, no penalty

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Marble all my floors, blue strip on my rolls
If the money fold, that mean the dope ain’t sold
I like it straight, the men ain’t gotta debate
Ice on stakes, pull up with a serious face
The way these hoes like to film a nigga, Lorenz Tate
I won’t even let you film a nigga without seeing tape
Yeah, that’s my brother, work, but I gotta play harder
Tryna be like the Carters, gotta be like the Carters

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big bank same size as his bank, yeah
My bitch way better than his bitch, yeah
Post on the shore like the seashell, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
I am a player, and no, I ain’t playing fair
Swear they shaking like some dreads
Oh, that mean we got ’em scared
Look up at your man’s head, tell me what color that dot is
Dot on his head is red, get popped for some sh*t that your brother did
I love my mama, never change, your honor
So I gotta let his mama live
I beat the pot up like Adrien Broner, make him vanish, David Copperfield
Came in the game and was independent
They was screaming out that we ain’t got a deal
Said I ain’t playing, this the face I make
When I call my plug and he ain’t got a sell
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, my name is Takeoff, I’m outta here
Open the door when they got in there
Quiet, I pick up the silencer
Shoot it up to the analogist
Ballin’, but they keep callin’ us
And ain’t no stoppin’ us, try to see the apocalypse

[Chorus: Quavo]
Said I got a big scale same size as his scale, yeah
We too playa, yeah, we too playa

[Verse 5: Offset]
New Moncler, throwin’ salt on a playa
Save the salt for the snails
Or the rocks in my ear
Put you in the Bentley, brand new Selena
She a bad bitch, I seen her
I’m flooded, call FEMA
I do it the best, I am too playa to stress
Drip like the mayor, more or less
I like your bitch, I caress
Dry down the stick nigga, hush
Codeine syrup a must
Wraith with the peppermint guts
He sweet, he keep holding nuts
Your bitch is a throwaway mutt

Kodak Black – Talk About It Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye, she know I be runnin’ it, too
Lil’ shawty know I’m full of love
She know I’m bullshittin’
Aye, King, stop playin’, boy, turn the light on in here

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
She know I’m bullshittin’, she know I’m running the game
Lil’ shawty know I’m selling dreams, she buyin’ it anyway
Start some beef with me, boy, it’ll be over any day
And my plug come from Italy, yeah he keep me paid
Everyday I’m sippin’ on remedy, yeah I keep that drink
They need to free my dogs literally ’cause they in a cage
I fuck with youngins sometimes
You straight, but you got crooked ways
Life’s a gamble, crushin’ [?] my ace of spades
Know I used to fuck with [?] ’til I heard he gay
I heard a nigga stuck a broom right up his dirty ass
And, I be on a molly sippin’ [?]
And, I don’t like nobody, so get out my face
And, I be out here wilin’, bitch, I’m young and violent
Aye, I get out my [?], I get out my lane
I be wearing Venus, I get out my space
The Devil, he be creepin’, get him out my space
I’m slidin’ wit’ my toast, but it’ll get you baked
And, I don’t need a holster when it’s on my waist
Yeah, I’m a hell raiser, but I’m heaven made
I’m a Gemeni, so I got 7 ways
And I poured the lean up in my [lemonade?]
I use this shit to my advantage, call it 7 days
And I stack it like a sandwich wit’ no mayonnaise
I spent some time wearin’ [?], but I don’t ever see

[Verse 2: Humble Haitian]
[?] casino while my niggas play spades
Niggas be like bitches, they be throwin’ shade
Bitch, get out my face, don’t like them anyway
Bitch, I’m gettin’ money, no [?], and I got laid
I’m like a horse on hay, I’m talking Mary Jane
Let my [?] keep that heat, but I’m in [?]
Nigga come ’round playin’, snipers make you hit the floor
Stay strong, nigga
Bitch, I’m on my 10 toes

[Verse 3: CBE]
From a nigga, call it [?]
Through FedEx, sell it on Ebay
My goons goin’ crazy, they goin’ insane
Mention my name, I’m aimin’ at yo’ brain
Far from [dual lanes?] we are not the same
Took a nigga bitch, he ain’t seen the hoe since
That fed don’t make dollars, they don’t make cents
[?] in the head with the llama, call it common sense

Ski Mask The Slump God – WTF!? Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey, do you like curse words?
There is a lot in the verse
Ayy Tony
Ayy! Uh

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 1]
Huh? Huh? Huh? What did you say?
Umm, repeat, yuh
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)
Lights, they on the front
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
No you not, no you not
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What else? What else? What else? Dust off my knuckles
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 2]
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
It’s how I walked up in the building
This the man I’m with the millions
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
When it’s yo’ auntie’s hands saying hallelujah!
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Yup, I needed it
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

PRETTYMUCH – No More lyrics

PRETTYMUCH with “No More” ft. French Montana. Read our relevant article “PRETTYMUCH Perform On The Roof In “No More” Music Video: Watch”.

No More lyrics

[Intro: French Montana]
You know who it is when you hear that

[Verse 1: Zion, Edwin]
Señorita I ain’t tryna play (nah nah nah)
I been thinking you should get a taste
You gon’ wanna put me on the case (yeah)
Right away, right away, aye
They all tryna keep you on the block (on the block)
Imma take you Italy, no stops
You gon’ wanna kick it at the spot (uh)
Right away, right away, aye

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time

[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Verse 2: Edwin, Brandon]
Señorita, where you wanna go (where you wanna go?)
I can show you things you never know
Podemos escapar nosotros dos
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye
And I just wanna kiss you on the beach
I can make you elevate your dream
All he do is catch it and release
What you say? What you say?

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time

[Chorus: All, Zion]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more (I can’t wait)
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Interlude: Zion, All, French Montana]
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait, no more
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
You know what it is when you hear that

[Verse 3: French Montana, Nick]
I told her baby come and snatch me from the block (right away)
When you think about tomorrow, want it now (right away)
Hello, hello mamacita, the weekdays and the weekend
Same girls want the Weeknd, they call me Montana
Fell in love right away, French know the repertoire
Bonjour, oh my god, pulled up in, au revoir
She’s, feeling the view
Feet, up in the coupé
Like a film though
We kicked it at Melrose
I can’t wait no more, baby

[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

PRETTYMUCH – No More (feat. French Montana)

[Intro: French Montana]
You know who it is when you hear that

[Verse 1: Zion & Edwin]
Señorita I ain’t tryna play (nah nah nah)
I been thinking you should get a taste
You gon’ wanna put me on the case (yeah)
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye
They all tryna keep you on the block (on the block)
Imma take you Italy, no stops
You gon’ wanna kick it at the spot (uh)
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time

[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Verse 2: Edwin & Brandon]
Señorita, where you wanna go (where you wanna go?)
I can show you things you never know
Podemos escapar nosotros dos
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye
And I just wanna kiss you on the beach
I can make you elevate your dream
All he do is catch it and release
What you say? What you say? Aye-aye-aye

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time

[Chorus: All & Zion]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more (I can’t wait)
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Interlude: Zion & All, & French Montana]
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait, no more
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
You know what it is when you hear that

[Verse 3: French Montana & Nick]
I told her baby come and snatch me from the block (right away)
When you think about tomorrow, want it now (right away)
Hello, hello mamacita, the weekdays and the weekend
Same girls want the Weeknd, they call me Montana
Fell in love right away, French know the repertoire
Bonjour, oh my god, pulled up in, au revoir
She’s, feeling the view
Feet, up in the coupé
Like a film though
We kicked it at Melrose
I can’t wait no more, baby

[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

PRETTYMUCH – No More lyrics

[Intro: French Montana]
You know who it is when you hear that

[Verse 1: Zion, Edwin]
Señorita I ain’t tryna play (nah nah nah)
I been thinking you should get a taste
You gon’ wanna put me on the case (yeah)
Right away, right away, aye
They all tryna keep you on the block (on the block)
Imma take you Italy, no stops
You gon’ wanna kick it at the spot (uh)
Right away, right away, aye

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time

[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Verse 2: Edwin, Brandon]
Señorita, where you wanna go (where you wanna go?)
I can show you things you never know
Podemos escapar nosotros dos
Right away, right away, aye, aye-aye-aye
And I just wanna kiss you on the beach
I can make you elevate your dream
All he do is catch it and release
What you say? What you say?

[Pre-Chorus: Brandon]
Aye-aye-aye, meet me on the roof
Aye-aye-aye, I’m feeling the views
Aye-aye-aye, no, don’t be confused
Girl you ain’t gon’ be wasting time

[Chorus: All, Zion]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more (I can’t wait)
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Interlude: Zion, All, French Montana]
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait, no more
I can’t wait (wait)
I can’t wait (wait)
You know what it is when you hear that

[Verse 3: French Montana, Nick]
I told her baby come and snatch me from the block (right away)
When you think about tomorrow, want it now (right away)
Hello, hello mamacita, the weekdays and the weekend
Same girls want the Weeknd, they call me Montana
Fell in love right away, French know the repertoire
Bonjour, oh my god, pulled up in, au revoir
She’s, feeling the view
Feet, up in the coupé
Like a film though
We kicked it at Melrose
I can’t wait no more, baby

[Chorus: All]
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Tell me what you want cause I just can’t wait no more
Tell me where you are cause I just can’t wait no more
I wanna be the one but I just don’t know if I can wait no more
No more, no more, no more, no more

Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross & Yummy Bingham) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his biblehood never questioned
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only liars are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always the proof
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Nefertiti would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties went in the bowl
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
Business deals and the Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones would’ve thought I was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresenting, misquoting then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments in Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see or understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top

Gucci Mane – Members Only

[Intro]
Honorable C-Note
Wizop

[Verse 1]
Fresher than a bitch
Hit the mall for the fit
And we fucking standing up
I’m standing tall in you bitch
I send them bullets at you nigga
I jump wall at you clique
When them shooters get them (pew pew)
Niggas calling the quits
Niggas running ducking falling and shit
Dont get involved with this shit
Because we all with this shit
Well I’m ballin’ I’m super lit
My net worth, I quadrupled it
This groupie chick so super thick
I might buy her new Louboutins
Ludacris, never sold dope I did it was lucrative
All these P’s, I’m cooking in
I never be broke again
I’ts a lot of yankees tryna live the life that Gucci live
They ain’t beat a murder charge or killed them folks that Gucci killed

[Hook]
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only yeah rich niggas only
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only yeah this for the homies

[Verse 2]
Pulled up on Peter street the box, that’s where my heater be
My car was shipped from Germany
My clothes was shipped from Italy
Niggas envious they ridicule and belittle me
I was too generous, now I have no sympathy
I just built a mansion, solid gold on my amenities
Holmes he not no street nigga get him out the vicinity
I just bought a Phantom and put wood on the extremities
Man that bitch ain’t bad enough get her out this facility
Wake up every morning grinding like I’m hungry
Homeless and lonely coz I really want it
Hold up Gucci Mane run them bands up
But fuck that, this a stick up put your hands up

[Hook]
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies
This for killers only, yeah this for the homies
Drug dealers only, yeah this members only
Trap niggas only, yeah rich niggas only
Bad bitches only, yeah this for the homies

Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top

Talib Kweli – Heads Up Eyes Open (feat. Rick Ross & Yummy Bingham)

[Intro: Talib Kweli]
Take it to the top
Yea, that’s where we at with it
Take it to the top
Just cause you are a character
Don’t mean you have character
We taking stock right now
You ready? Let’s go

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
A wise man know what he know and what he doesn’t
If he’s not really sure what he’s saying, he don’t discuss it
A righteous man walks the earth without judgment
And loves his enemies enough to deliver justice
A pious man relies on religion for his direction
At times he introspective, but his bible he’ll never question
A dying man will make a confession, try to get into heaven
Thinking his lifestyle is blocking his blessing
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in different mediums
He’ll bleed for his beliefs practicing civil disobedience
An honest man knows only lies are scared of the truth
His word is his bond, but his action’s always to prove
A faithful man never need evidence to believe
But still he gotta work for the blessings that he receives
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Top tier niggas blossomed in the basement
All the nights that we were lacking those refreshments
Rain down, thunder storm with the flows
Articulate with the bounce, now I’m back like I’m Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Never [?] would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the [?]
Forgive me lord for them bitches the night before
[?] and these Bentleys I can’t afford
Gotta be the example for children to do their chores
Blowing weed smoke on the cover of The Source
Rolling Stones [?] was the boss
Fallen soldier on his own so we march
Roll up a bag of that weed, therefore I spark
Recite the Quran, I’m in the dark
Devil knocking on my door, he like a narc

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
No excuses, if I start it then I’ll see it through
God is what I see in you, so you might as well believe in you
Think what you see on TV’s true? The media deceiving you
They misrepresent and misquote and then they misleading you
Belief is a funny thing, in case you’re wondering
If they want the ring, they coming for the throne like they the sons of kings
These average rappers is acting up for the dough
Yea I tell you what I believe, but I back it up with what I know
It’s the facts versus the facts simile, your raps killing me
My last victory was great moments of Black history
I celebrated with a bottle I just brought back from Italy
And some loud, I got super packs like I backed Hillary
Lost in desire, I walked through the devil’s fire
I inspire the resurrection of kings like Hezekiah
The trust you put in me to be a beast with this rhyming
That’s where the rubber meets the road and where your faith meets science
Let’s go

[Chorus: Yummy Bingham]
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
In what you don’t see, I understand
But the picture is so much bigger
Than what we could even imagine
It’s hard to feel better
When the weight of the world make you feel sadder
Put your faith into action
Heads up and eyes open

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Yummy Bingham]
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top
Take it to the top, take it to the top