Rod Wave – Girl of My Dreams Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Ace Lex got a full one)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
And I know you’re not no good for me, but
You look so good to me
I don’t need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right, she looks like
The girl of my dreams, yeah, uh
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my dreams, yeah
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my, yeah (Okay)

[Verse]
Devil in a dress, angel in some Nike Airs
I could’ve sworn I went to sleep and she was right here
Don’t know if I seen her in my dreams or my nightmares
Think it was my nightmares
And I think I need your love, I don’t need no one selfish
Wonder if I give this girl my heart, could she help it?
And you know she’s an angel if you let her tell it
Baby hot as hell, she got kicked out of heaven
You know I love them braces, them big lips, that red skin
You know I love the faces she make when we sexing
Can’t get her off my mind if I tried, my obsession
Block both her numbers, erased all our texts, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you’re not no good for me, but
You look so good to me, yeah
I don’t need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right, she looks like
The girl of my dreams, yeah (Ace Lex got a full one)
You look like the girl of my
You look like the girl of my, yeah
And I know you’re not no good for me, but
You look so good to me, yeah
I don’t need another broken heart or sleepless night
God, please guide me right, she looks like
The girl of my dreams, yeah, uh (Ace Lex got a full one)
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my
She looks like the girl of my dreams

Aha Gazelle – All Gold Party (Trilliam 2 Album)

[Intro]
It’s Aha man

[Chorus]
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars
At the same time throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat

[Verse 1: Aha Gazelle]
Relax
My bad I’m just really good at multitasking
I put both cars in park like Jurassic
While eating on a two piece from Southern Classic
Ask me how I feel, I’ma say fantastic
I’m in God’s will like my little cousin Ashley

[Hook]
It’s a celebration, gold chains swinging
Switched it up to all white, you can’t call me racist
I did it with my eyes closed like I’m meditating
Okay I’m just playing, really I was praying
Cooking like a cater
It’s up like Himalayas
A breath of fresh air maneuver like I’m respiration
And if I fall down I throw a party in the basement
I just do it like a demonstration

[Chorus]
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars
At the same time throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat

[Verse: 2]
Eating lunch, 808’s beating like a body in the trunk
God got my back so I ain’t even gotta front
I’m in the back seat, I ain’t even in the front
You know I have to raise the bar like a Nestlé Crunch
I’m not a blood but it’s early so I guess its brunch
Had to be careful while I’m driving not to hit a bump
Cause I got all this white on and I’m drinking punch
I used to have a white boss named Mr. Randy
Now I wear all white just to feel immaculate
Black boy in all white looking like he ashy
I keep a pair of Nike Airs like I’m asthmatic

[Hook]
It’s a celebration gold chain swinging
I switch it up to all white you can’t call me racist
I did it with my eyes closed like I’m meditating
Ok I’m just playing, really I was praying
Cooking like a cater
It’s up like Himalayas
A breath of fresh air maneuver like I’m respiration
And if I fall down I throw a party in the basement
I just, I just, I just, I just, I just, I just, I just

[Chorus]
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars
At the same time throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the back seat

[Verse: 3]
Feeling like a has been
‘Cause wouldn’t nobody have me
Ima drive this car by myself
Ima go real far by myself
Even if I run out of gas
Ima be a star by myself
But you’ll never be bigger than the sun
Earth spins but there’s more to life than selling CD’s roms
Pull up leaning out the window throwing up where I’m from
Ask me what I think I’m doing
I’ma answer like I’m dumb
If you don’t mind your beeswax
You prolly gonna get stung
Just because I got a Bible don’t mean I ain’t got a gun
Ain’t nobody asked to give a hand until I got it done
Now they running trying to be up on my side just like a thumb
Man the way they run behind me you would think I’m Forrest Gump
And you tell me be myself but that ain’t what you really want
Man I just want to feel love like Barney
Not surprised it wasn’t real that’s what I expect from a Barbie
I’m in the shower trying to wipe off this sauce all on me
Look at me, am I clean enough for your all white party?
I got a hot verse that I rehearse sitting on the stove
To go along with some hot beats like some stolen Dr. Dre headphones
I’ll rap to you for a piece of paper
Don’t rap me up in your litigation
I deserve my invitation
I’m free like emancipation

[Chorus]
Last summer I learned how to drive two cars
At the same time throwing gang signs out the window
And this was all from the roof of the car
I’m marching living bulletproof so I can shoot for the stars
But you’ll never be bigger than the Son
(Too high, too high, too high)
But you’ll never be bigger than the Son
Yeah yeah, yeah Jesus

Wrekonize – Nightmare (Yeah) (Into The Further Album)

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I feel like I am waking up inside a fucking nightmare
Everyone around is out to get you, kiss goodbye your life years
Still in love with ice, yeah
You silly summa bitches, people out here starving, check the price, yeah
What you doing tonight, yeah
I’m thinkin’ bout working a double shift
My family needs the rice, yeah
Partying is nice, yeah
But I am trying to be the best
There is no time to be polite, yeah
The politics are used as a device, yeah
Tryna keep you starin’ up at all the lights, yeah
Tunin’ in and out like it’s no vice, yeah
Until I realize they took away my rights, yeah

[Hook]
Feelin’ boxed in, trapped, yeah
Pile o’ tricks, crooked motherfuckers be like yeah
Good drink, good smoke got me like yeah
The whole time I didn’t realize
Yeah yeah, this is a nightmare

[Verse 2]
My visions they be kinda out of sight, yeah
Get it up, break it down, and take it to new heights, yeah
Antidotes are poisoning real life, yeah
Don’t you drink it if you’re thinkin’ that it’s spiked, yeah
The politics are trumping us tonight, yeah
The bigots bigger when they old and rich and white, yeah
If you need me find me in the right, yeah
Cause I know how to live a realistic life, yeah
My parents moved me out into the vice, yeah
In Mia’ we stayin’ dayed and that’s for spite, yeah
And if you got a problem you can bite, yeah
Right up on it, and then please enjoy the flight, yeah

[Hook]
Feelin’ boxed in, trapped, yeah
Pile o’ tricks, crooked motherfuckers be like yeah
Good drink, good smoke got me like yeah
The whole time I didn’t realize
Yeah yeah, this is a nightmare

[Verse 3]
The streets are full of people that’ll strike, yeah
Whenever you think it’s safe it’s time to lose your Nike Airs
Everybody’s tryna get a slice, yeah
They’re in your back yard, rest in peace
That’s word to Kimbo Slice, yeah
Maybe I should change the rhyme for spice, yeah
But I’m habitual
I’m known to do just what the fuck I like, yeah
I be kickin’ shit into the night, yeah
These toys don’t feel the void
I’m known to bring the joy like Mr. Lightyear
Paranoids probably yelling, think Illuminati
‘Cause they see a funny shape
Bitch, you reading in too strongly
Shit, you made me lose my place so I will strike, yeah
Talkin’ bout how everybody’s all distracted by the fright
Yeah

[Hook]
Feelin’ boxed in, trapped, yeah
Pile o’ tricks, crooked motherfuckers be like yeah
Good drink, good smoke got me like yeah
The whole time I didn’t realize
Yeah yeah, this is a nightmare
Feelin’ boxed in, trapped, yeah
Pile o’ tricks, crooked motherfuckers be like yeah
Good drink, good smoke got me like yeah
The whole time I didn’t realize
Yeah yeah, this is a nightmare

[Bridge]
I feel it in my soul, every time I go
To the place I’m supposed to go
To dream a little dream
To find I’m in control, then please do let me know
Oh please do let me know, ’cause it ain’t what it seems
I feel it in my soul, every time I go
To the place I’m supposed to go
To dream a little dream
To find I’m in control, then please do let me know
Oh please do let me know, ’cause it ain’t what it seems

ASAP Mob – Crazy Brazy (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)

Woah, woah, yo
Woah, woah, woah
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
I don’t want no conversation
I don’t need explanation
Shoot with no hesitation
They do it for a reputation
They don’t play me on the station
Press ’em like detonation
Want more jelly than a Mason
Man I’m rocky like a caveman
We rock I’m a rockstar
Try to cuff me like a cop car
Try to play me like a popstar
That’s how you get not far
All my cus, niggas crazy
All my bloods, niggas brazy
Might just drop in on a Wednesday
Been the shit designer wavy
Don’t talk back, just give me face
I got nines on my waist
Hide them lines in the place
I don’t care
I’m with Flacko, you on flakka
You got guns but won’t pop ’em
I send niggas to the doctor
I don’t care
Sandman tan money bag, drag, slash bag man
Baghdad land
Talk back, get back slapped with a back hand
Black man, black hand side
Anti everything since Yams died
In dodge van by NY
No who, what, where, why, when
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Hundred thousand dollar nightmare
If I wanna take a flight there
Man fuck it spend a life here
Young thuggin in some Nike Airs
Bicken Back Being Bool, baby
Layin’ back by the pool, baby
Bumpin’ that shit too wavy
Counting stacks shit too brazy
Walk around with a bag on me
Walk around with a flag on me
Bickin back I got mad homies
Joey Fatts might blast for me
Tote the tecs I got cash homie
Take it back I got crack on me
This and that got that on me
Where you from?
Where you at homie?
I got a lot on my head
Gucci rag tied on my head
Put a red dot on your head
I put that guap on your head
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
Don’t be talking to me crazy
I got a lot on my mind
I put that guap on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
I put that nine to your mind
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy
Don’t talk to me brazy

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

A Tribe Called Quest – Ego Lyrics

[Intro: Q-Tip]
Yeah, Phife—for your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be born
Best of us are left for dead in cities that looks war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that bad ass
Just for running through their lawn
Walt met Cheryl, Cheryl met Walt
Trinidadian love sprouting through the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, a silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would employ
And before he even squeaks, it’s decided it’s Malik
Now give him hope, give him care
Raise him while his grandma there
Watch out momma, if you stare
Light brown eyes’ll keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fits
Sometimes overbearing though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spats and shits and ematically documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times fight it out
Gave grace face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out, damn

[Chorus: Cat]
Have you ever loved somebody?
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you got to dream?
(Bow wow, woof woof)
No more crying, he’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would be ever writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone
So, so beautiful, opined indisputable
Heart of a largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took me quick to granny house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans, leak ice, never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue of sairs
Mailbox mayors, all our rhymes was written there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward well, took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more crying, he’s in sunshine
He’s alright now, see his wings
Have you ever loved somebody?
Way before you got to dream?
No more cry

[Guitar Solo: Jack White]

Olexesh – Moonwalk (feat. Celo & Abdi)

[Part 1: Olexesh]
Frankfurt, Crime City, tri vosem i
Bornheim-Mitte Jiggy
Alles durchziehn’
Sis Kat, Niederrad
Tick, Trick und Track
Richte Dagobert aus, ich laufe rückwärts durch den Park
Auf [?] Parliament fahren wir die Autobahn
Im Jaguar XF [?], Schluchas mit auf Probefahrt
Prob, so lang du proben kannst, denn ich bin zu stabil
Halt dein Maul, wenn ich rede, ist grad Hektik auf dem Weg
Zerleg euch hart wie Biz Markie, werf’ Granaten aus dem Jeep
Aktivier im Park ‘ne Platte Piece, ready, sag "Cheese!"
Wir produzieren intensiv, OL, Celo, Abdi-i
Fick ich auf Beef, wir sind Underground Chief-Keef
Eine Hammerfist reicht, um ihn auszuknocken
Tri, Vosem Patj, ich beherrsche den Kranichstil
Meine Art ist Betonspritze
Ich geh rein in dein Hirn, du gehst auf, Ese

[Hook: Abdi, Olexesh, Celo]
Smooth Criminal, Crew: Idéal Squad
Brudi macht den Gummiplatz nass
Wenn von selber nichts kommt
Dann mach ich mir was fit
Schwing den Moonwalk
Denn heute geh ich rückwärts durch den Park, Bratan
Dirty Diana, die Schlampe tanzt
Crazy Fruits, Haze Intus, jag die Lucky Plums
In Slow Mo durch Barrio, die Batzen einstecken
Szenario: Schweb in Nike Airs auf dem Teer, dawaj!

[Part 2: Abdi]
Hör mal zu, jo, was für Hummer fahren
Moonwalk, zu soft, uff, bockt auf Makadam
Wie dieser Abraham Lincoln, der Depp (Pico)
Chillt bald mein Bild auf dem Geld
Mit [?] nachts am Barrio mach [?]
Was da da los? [?]
Alle Achtung, alle Achtung, baller Packung
Azzlack Motherfuck, boom, was nun, Absturz
"Part Two, I Need a Girl" im AMG C blau
Jay Sound, dreht auf, geht laut, Bre, brauch…
Ehefrauen, vier Stück
Aber keine Hurentochter, die Bier trinkt
Will net als Single sterben
Doch bis dahin trink ich Jackie-Fässer, Single Barrel
Es ist ideal, wie die Amihure, die singt
Ist doch gut jetzt, du Kind

[Hook: Abdi, Olexesh, Celo]
Smooth Criminal, Crew: Idéal Squad
Brudi macht den Gummiplatz nass
Wenn von selber nichts kommt
Dann mach ich mir was fit
Schwing den Moonwalk
Denn heute geh ich rückwärts durch den Park, Bratan
Dirty Diana, die Schlampe tanzt
Crazy Fruits, Haze Intus, jag die Lucky Plums
In Slow Mo durch Barrio, die Batzen einstecken
Szenario: Schweb in Nike Airs auf dem Teer, dawaj!

[Part 3: Celo]
CHE-E-L-O für Sis Kat
Nique ta pizda
Ripp ihm sein Piece ab
Mit GPS-Signal, reservier’ 5 Dinger
Gib 4 zurück und find’ sie dann per Satellit
385i-Industries, importier Indoor Weed
TNT-Paketdienst, Blitzkurier
Kies gegen Memories, 21st Century
Von 8210 zu PGP Blackberry
Verschick Zeug für Bitcoins, Trick-Shot, misch noch
Levamisol ins Inzho, Fickt euch!
Nein! Ich bin nicht der King of Rap
Waffenschmied wie Smith and Wess’, unser Slang: Kernessenz
Legenden des Makadam, Idéal, mia cliqua
Nehm zehn Kilo Dope auf Ko und besorg noch Tickets
First Class, nur für mich und meine Bratans
Fälsch noch schnell den Brief vom Staatsanwalt

[Hook: Abdi, Olexesh, Celo]
Smooth Criminal, Crew: Idéal Squad
Brudi macht den Gummiplatz nass
Wenn von selber nichts kommt
Dann mach ich mir was fit
Schwing den Moonwalk
Denn heute geh ich rückwärts durch den Park, Bratan
Dirty Diana, die Schlampe tanzt
Crazy Fruits, Haze Intus, jag die Lucky Plums
In Slow Mo durch Barrio, die Batzen einstecken
Szenario: Schweb in Nike Airs auf dem Teer, dawaj!

A Tribe Called Quest – Lost Somebody

[Intro]
Yea, Phife
For your life

[Verse 1: Q-Tip]
Now, in the time when niggas wasn’t supposed to be gone
That’s the place left for dead, and cities end up war-torn
Vietnam going wrong, heroin going strong
Neighbors would whoop that ass just for running through their lawn
Watch that shallow shallow man walk
Trinidadian love sprout into the asphalt
Love was consummated and the angels registrated
Two were to be born but only one of ’em made it
Inside a cloud of sorrow, the silver lining and joy
It’s a bouncing baby boy, a king’s name they would enploy
And before he even squeaks it’s decided it’s Malik
Now, give him hope, give him care, raise him while his grandma there
Watch out mama, if you stare, live wide eyes will keep you there
Let’s progress the story just a little bit
Malik, I would treat you like little brother that would give you fist
Sometimes overbearing, though I thought it was for your benefit
Despite all the spastic shit and cinematic we documented
The one thing I appreciate, you and I, we never pretended
Rhymes we would write it out, hard times, fight it out
Made race face to face, made it right
And now you riding out, out, out, out
Damn

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
(Phife dawg, man)
Way before you
(Bow wow, woof woof)
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song
Hold friends tight, never know [?]
Soul so beautiful, [?] indisputable
Heart of the largest lion trapped inside the little dude
Took the grip to Granny’s house, now we eat the curry food
Talking hopes, dreams, plans leak, I’s never scared
Brand new pair of Nike Airs, avenue upstairs
Mailbox, bears, all our rhymes was never there
A nigga wanna battle, you know Phifey didn’t care
Jarobi with the beat, into new ass we tear
I’mma flash forward, well took a trip to ATL
Cooking in the kitchen making sure my nigga eating well
Wedding in Tobago, you know exactly where I’m at
Standing on the side of black, Malik Izaak

[Chorus]
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying
He’s in sunshine
He’s alright now
See his wings
Have you ever
Lost somebody
Way before you
Got to dream
No more crying

[Break]

[Guitar solo: Jack White]