Shotta – Macauly Culkin Lyrics

[Letra de “Macauly Culkin” ft. Andreas Lutz y Foyone]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Foyone, puto Shotta
El mega O’Funkillo… ¡Rah!

[Verso 1: Shotta]
¡Rah! Hasta que tiemble el suelo, tú créelo
Tener fe es lo primero con Pedro
Hasta los testigos de Jehovah
No paran de preguntar cómo coño lo hacemos
En serio, confía en ti, que le den a los medios
Ese niño salvó a su hermano del incendio
Y estaba solo, estaba solo
Nadie le dijo que no podría hacerlo
El vagabundo contemplando el imperio
El asesino cortándose las yemas de los de’os
Pa’ que no le identifiquen
Me da igual lo que trafiquen; mi música es yeyo
Mi flexibilidad sexy
Le meto violento: Joe Pesci
Me siento solo como Messi (¡Ah!)
También me sangra la nariz como a Once ¡Stranger things!
Certero, sin rumbo, mi velero
Pero haciendo lo que quiero, sin dueño
Tú no tienes na’, solo tienes dinero
A ti solo te quieren por tus ceros, chaquetero
Solo como Tyson contra el mundo
Fuerte como un guerrero maorí
Salgo solo y concrentra’o como un shaolin
Estáis solos como Culkin Macauly

[Estribillo: Andreas Lutz]
Y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, si se acaba, estamos solos
Y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, nacemos y morimos solos
Estamos solos, y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, si se acaba, estamos solos
Y estamos solos, estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, nacemos y morimos solos
Estamos solos (Waoh)

[Puente: Andras Lutz]
Sintiendo lo que siento odio, verdad que hay que sufrir
Si esta pasión que tengo dentro, lo va’ descubrir
Hay que vivir a hierro, killo, es un milagro estar aquí
Venimos solitos al mundo y solitos nos vamos a ir

[Verso 2: Foyone]
[?] el dueño el parlamento
Desde que era chico viviendo del cuento
Solo te lo explico, yo no me lo invento
Esto está en las calles de antes que el cemento
Hay sargentos y capitanes
Hay maestros y hay abuelas con refranes
Solo quiero que to’s vivan como debemos vivir
También lo hago por ti, quiero dinero pa’ resumir
No mil, ni diez mil, ni cien mil, ni un millón
Eso es poco si te estoy vendiendo el corazón, así que págame
To’l día sacando petróleo así como los árabes
Partiendo la envidia en dos putas, aprendiendo karate
Somos DNC antes que to’
Como el hijoputa e’ Franco, por la gracia de Dios
Con el Sho-tta
Si sale el sol, baja la capo-ta, flo-ta
Tú querías copa y coca para notar
Ya se fue el poder, ahora vota, puto
Ropa’e luto, visto negro, imán pa’l hierro
Por el barrio voy lanzando huesos pa’ los perros
Solos nacemos y solos morimos
Cuido quien me cruzo en el camino, es un to’, sobrevivimos
‘Tamos fabricando un buen destino
Pa’ saborear y disfrutar de una copa de vino, yeah

[Estribillo: Andreas Lutz]
Y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, si se acaba, estamos solos
Y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, nacemos y morimos solos
Y estamos solos, y estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, si se acaba, estamos solos
Y estamos solos, estamos solos
A fin de cuentas, nacemos y morimos solos
Y estamos solos (Waoh)

Be More Chill – More Than Survive lyrics

[Chorus 1]
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go

[Verse]
I’m waiting for my porno to load
My brain is gonna freakin’ explode
And now, of course, it’s time to hit the road
Which means I’ll be uncomfortable all day
But that really isn’t such a change
If I’m not feeling weird or super strange
My life would be in utter disarray
‘Cause freaking out is my okay
Good morning time to start the day!

[Chorus 1]
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go

[Verse]
Should I take a bus or walk instead?
I feel my stomach filling up with dread
When I get nervous my whole face goes red
Dude, weigh the options calmly and be still
A junior on the bus is killer weak
But if I walk when I arrive I’m gonna straight up reek
And my boxers will be bunchy and my pits will leak
Ugh, God, I wish I had the skill
To just be fine and cool and chill

[Chorus 2]
I don’t wanna be a hero
Just wanna stay in the line
I’ll never be your Rob DeNiro
For me Joe Pesci is fine
So I follow my own rules
Amnd I use them as my tools
To stay alive
I don’t wanna be special, no, no
I just wanna survive

[Chorus 1]
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go
C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon,
Go, go

[Verse]
I navigate the dangerous hall
Focus on a poster there on the wall
Amvoiding any eye contact at all
Amnd trying hard to remain unseen
The poster’s closer now, what does it say?
It’s a sign-up for the after-school play

[pause]
It’s a sign-up sheet for getting called gay
And that’s not what I need right now
End scene
I hang a left and there’s
Christine…
Christine…
Christine…
Christine Canigula
Christine…

[Verse]
Well, that was smooth
Yeah, that was super pimp
My Mac Daddy game couldn’t be more limp
No time to wallow, no, instead,
Just clear your brain and move ahead
Amccept that you’re one of those guys
Who’ll be a virgin ’til he dies
I don’t wanna be a baller
Just want some skills to count on
If my nuts were any smaller
They would be totally gone
If I continue at this rate
The only thing I’ll ever date
Is my MacBook Pro hard drive
I don’t wanna be Clooney, no, no
I just wanna survive
Michael!

[Verse]
Jeremy, my buddy
How’s it hanging?
Lunch is banging
Had my sushi,
Got my slushie and more!
The roll was meki maki
Amnd I’m feeling kinda cocky
‘Cause that girl at Sev’ Elev’ gave me a generous pour
Oh, I’m listening to Marley
Amnd the groove is sounding gnarly
Amnd we’re almost at the end of this song
Yeah, that was the end
Now tell me friend
How was class?
You look like ass
What’s wrong?

[Verse]
Christine…
Christine…
Christine…
Christine Canig – u – la
Christine…
Christine…
Christine…
Christine Canig – u – la
Christine Canigula

[Bridge]
I feel my body moving through the air
See my converse walking over there
Take a shaky breath and I prepare
Who cares if people think I’m lame
Christine signed, I’ll do the same
I grab the pen, I write my name

[Chorus 2]
I’m never gonna be the cool guy
I’m more the one who’s left out
Of all the characters at school
I am not the one who the story’s about
Why can’t someone just help me out
And teach me how to thrive
Help me to more than survive!

[Outro]
(Ah, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
More than survive!)
(Na, na na na na na na na na na
More than survive!)
(Na, na na na na na na na na na)
If this was an apocalypse
I would not need any tips
In how to stay alive
But since the zombie army’s yet to descend
Amnd the period is going to end
I’m just trying my best to pass the test and
Survive!
(C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon, go, go)
Survive!
(C-c-c c’mon, c-c-c- c’mon, go, go!)
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go… go!)

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, red light’s on in the Boulevard
That means business
Throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna

[Verse 1]
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shelves need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
They be asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

[Verse 2]
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
Should’ve never got us started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
8 ball, and a suede robe – rockstars don’t say no!
This beat so flame, though; I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna!
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party

[Break]
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Kollegah – Wir Sehns Nicht (feat. Jesen, Flaze, Ali As & Seyed) (Golden Era Tourtape Album)

[Part 1: Jezen]
Uh, 2001 X, alle woll’n besonders sein
Dies das, Instagram, alle sind besonders geil!
Ich bin Jezen, niemand kennt mein’n Counterfeit
Ihr habt mich nicht auf dem Schirm wie Regen bei Sonnenschein
Du kommst mit Homies, ich komm’ allein!
Deine Frau macht hart auf Mann – Ursula von der Leyen
Super fly, ich zieh’ mir ein Monster rein
Und fahr’ mit dem Big Boss cruisen – Bonzenstyle

[Part 2: Flaze]
Kategorie: Fuck the police, sieh, wie ich Mollos werf’, ins Game
Ordinäre Takes, als würd’ ich mit Pornosternchen dreh’n
Ohr’n aufsperr’n ihr Hater, denn jetzt gibt es Doublepenetration
Eure Ollen schwärm’n für Flaze als ob hier Colin Farrell steht
Wie oft wollt ihr mir erzähl’n, dass es um Stolz und Ehre geht
Ihr habt vorgestern gelebt, ich hab’ ein postmodernes Face, ah
Keine folgenschweren Fehler oder du denkst Kolle wär’ on-stage
Du willst die Sonnenbrille nehm’n, doch ich kill’ dich wie das Golden Era Tape

[Part 3: Ali As]
Ah, der prominente Player, auf dem Golden Era Tape
Für die Leute, die auf originelle Storyteller steh’n, ah
Holländisches Haze, ah, roll’ es in das Pape, ah
Nikedeal und fly wie nie im Collage-Trainer-Cape, ah
Ich ermorde diese Lames, komm’ mit Jordan back ins Game
Mit der fourty-five, all in mind, ich balle echt extrem
Folterkeller: Hannibal, Jordi, gib mir Brain
Die Fische geh’n ins Netz wie ein Volleyballerfeld, ah

[Part 4: Kollegah]
Okay, pass den Jay, der Boss ist back
Back im Game wie heftige Cracks in Mortal Kombat Heads am Flatscreen mit Controllerpads
Gentleman und Popstaract am Mac all-black wie’s Batmancape
Nach ‘ner McFit-Trainingssession relaxt [?] mit Dollarstacks
Am Escalade im Vorstadtnest
Wo mir ein Latinbabe mit sexy Face und fettem Ass wie Kate Beckinsale oder Jesse Jane
Negligee den Cock ableckt
Platin Chains und Cash im Safe, leb’ in ‘ner Glamourwelt, doch denke es ist nix besonders
Sei besser, geh’ sofort da weg
Ich bin heavy-weight wie Cassius Clay und hau’ den Rest hier schnell lässig mit einem Boxschlag weg
Wer Stress will, der soll kommen, jetzt
Ich schieß’ auf diesen Drag-Queens-ähnelnden, wacken, Dreck-erzählenden Estikay mit Tokarews
Und Gatlings bis sein Kopf zerfetzt
Und der Hänfling hetzt sich weg, fliegt in’n Dreck liegt und das Blut aus sei’m Head spritzt als wär’s Pommesfett
Du kannst jetzt gern die Anglizismen in dem Track hier zähl’n
Meckern wegen mangelnder Message, wenig Textideen und Songkonzept
Rapkrieg mit dem Boss anzetteln
Weil ich das Golden-Era-Tagteam-Raptape nicht umsonst vercheck’
Du hässliche Crackbitch wirst direkt geslappt, bis du Backflipes drehst wie’n Quarterback
Nach heftig festen Bodychecks bei ‘nem fucking Matchwin der New-Yorker-Jets

[Outro: Seyed & Kollegah]
Nichts als Ignoranz für die Szene, Szene
Ihr könnt sagen, was ihr wollt
Ihr könnt machen, was ihr wollt – doch wir sehn’s nicht
Nichts als Ignoranz für die Szene, Szene
Ihr könnt sagen, was ihr wollt
Ihr könnt machen, was ihr wollt – doch wir sehn’s nicht
Yeah, Joe Pesci
Ich bin Joe Pesci, Joe Pesci, Joe Pesci

Kollegah – Joe Pesci (Golden Era Tourtape Album)

[Part 1]
Triff mich auf der Wiener Oper, la vida loca wie Rita Ora
Deine Bitch wird übers Knie gelegt wie Schienbeinschoner
Ich pack’ die Riesencobra aus, beim Sex gibt’s prima Koka
Und man sieht uns beide nackt zieh’n wie die Wiesenbroker
Mach nicht auf real, du Poser, was für kredibiler Soldier?
Mann, du bist höchstens mal bei Fifa Baller mit Spielcontroller
Ein Punch, du liegst im Koma
Deine Eier findet nicht mal der versierteste Biologe unter ‘nem Mikroskopglas
Ich fick’ deine Bitch, sie ist spitz wie ‘n Säbelzahntigerstoßzahn
Ihr Geschrei lässt die Scheiben spring’n wie’n Edelstahlmieletoaster
Chil’ beim Casinopoker
JBG der Film kommt, vorausgesetzt unser Bizeps passt auf ein Kinoposter
Während die Shisha lodert
Inhalier’ ich als passiver Smoker dank Ali das Cannabis-Sativaweed-Aroma
Häng’ mit zwei Latinahoes ab
Sie machen rum und ich find’ die küssten sich total geil wie bei ‘ner Karibikbootsfahrt

[Hook]
Joe Pesci, ich bin Joe Pesci
So heavy, no Nelly
Jetzt nenn’n mich die Hoes Daddy, Joe Pesci
Was für Telefon? Ich schlag’ dich mit der ganzen Telefonzelle
So heavy, Rose Daddy
Ich bin Joe Pesci

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God (Bloom Album)

[Intro]
Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna

[Verse 1]
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
They be asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

[Verse 2]
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
Should’ve never got us started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party

[Break]
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous