Christian Alexander – Peter Parker Lyrics

[Chrous]
Money all on wasted
Sad eyes I’m faded
Bad times I’m chasing
My mind is black
Ain’t coming back
My soul is set
These private jets
Shoot thru my veins
I am in pain
Depression is my name
Always get rejected
Yeah it hurts so bad
So sensitive
I’m so fragile
Please don’t hurt me
I’ll just do it myseld

[Verse 1]
I am an angel
Sent to down to kill
Rip out our bones
Put me down, I’m too ill
My flow could kill
Anyone, I’m too real
Kill myself with a pill
Make it out unharmed
Mentally unstable
I’m just way too sad
All that I had
No one seems to care
Life isn’t fair
I grab my gun
Put it to my head
Pull the trigger I’m –

[Chrous]
Money all on wasted
Sad eyes I’m faded
Bad times I’m chasing
My mind is black
Ain’t coming back
My soul is set
These private jets
Shoot thru my veins
I am in pain
Depression is my name
Always get rejected
Yeah it hurts so bad
So sensitive
I’m so fragile
Please don’t hurt me
I’ll just do it myself

[Verse 2]
Nowadays when I Find myself
Sitting back at home
On my bed and I’m all alone
I just get into my private world
Where there’s no one else
And I can be myself
And the flowers talk, and the clouds don’t shine
Rain pours down like all the time
In this place I waste my life
But it’s hard to leave each time I try
Like venom stuck to Peter Parker
Tryna get it off but it’s become stronger
Super power feeling longer
I gotta be back till my thoughts get darker

B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. London Jae & Young Dro)

[Intro: London Jae]
Tweakin’, haha

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Yeah, hold up
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty
I don’t even know her yet
Real strong, real grown
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Car foreign, y’all boring
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
What the word on the curb, homie?
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha, not for sale
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Now how does it throttle? The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now all these niggas political now
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
Overnight activist
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Outro: B.o.B.]
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah

B.o.B – Tweakin (feat. Young Dro & London Jae) (Ether Album)

[Hook/Chorus – London Jae]
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek

[Verse 1 – Young Dro]
I be spazzing (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
I be dabbing (Spell that shit)
D – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty, I’ont even know her yet
Real strong, real grown, your boy ain’t spazzin on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rocking (?) to the neck, got five karats all in the grill homie
Car foregin, y’all boring, got TVS all in the whip watching hard porn
Rifle (?) .40 Glock, I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
Pu the word on the curb homie
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night, everything was a blur homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo, in the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue, I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Hook/Chorus – London Jae]
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek

[Verse 2 – B.o.B.]
I ain’t got the illuminati money, but I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha not for sale, ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space, tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship
Now how does it throttle
The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night at the Apollo and they say it’s space
It’s four thousand degrees, but it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now these niggas political now
Claiming they woke is a trend here now
Overnight activist, even the president’s running the world from a twitter account
Ahh, geeking off and Steven hawkins , bought my coin like meter parking
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Head (?) squeezing on your life, some Fiji water, keep your (?) bitch

[Hook/Chorus – London Jae]
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek
I be spazzing, spazzing, spazzing
I be tweakin, tweakin, tweakin
I be stunting, stunting, stunting
I be geeking, geeking, geeking
Spazz, tweak, stunt, geek

Chief Keef – Telling It All (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Intro]
Runnin’ to the cheese, lil’ nigga, I ain’t fuckin’ round
Them hit-men with me lil’ nigga, they will hunt you down
Sosa was never ’bout that life, how the fuck you sound
Put the red dot on your nose, you’s a fuckin’ clown

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 1]
I hit Gucci just to stunt
I just poured me up a cup
I’ve been in it since a pup
I’m gonna get it, wish me luck
We in that tinted car, you fucked
Nah in Tunechis voice, you trucked
Rollin’ dope up like a cluck
So much dope, it got me stuck
I swear I be high as fuck
In the mall just buyin’ stuff
Ring me up, I’m cashin’ out
Ain’t with all that trying’stuff
And I got that iron tucked
I just started chargin’ up
Ain’t with all the fussin’ stuff
In that vrrrrm cuttin’ up

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 2]
I’m in the diamond, district kickin’ big shit
Bank roll, on me, poppin’ big shit
Me and the crew, in your city we got big sticks
Big TV, middle toilet, I take big shits
I had your bitch, in my office, now she dismissed
No attention, especially when she throwin’ big fits
Forty pointers, and a watch, that’s that big shit
A couple shows, my pockets fatter than a big bitch
Whole pint, now I gotta take a big piss
Triple A, I always got a-fuckin’-ssistance
Peter Parker, I always knew I had a sixth sense
And the opps, is always on my fuckin’ hit-list

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

Chief Keef – Telling It All (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Intro]
Runnin’ to the cheese, lil’ nigga, I ain’t fuckin’ round
Them hit-men with me lil’ nigga, they will hunt you down
Sosa was never ’bout that life, how the fuck you sound
Put the red dot on your nose, you’s a fuckin’ clown

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 1]
I hit Gucci just to stunt
I just poured me up a cup
I’ve been in it since a pup
I’m gonna get it, wish me luck
We in that tinted car, you fucked
Nah in Tunechis voice, you trucked
Rollin’ dope up like a cluck
So much dope, it got me stuck
I swear I be high as fuck
In the mall just buyin’ stuff
Ring me up, I’m cashin’ out
Ain’t with all that trying’stuff
And I got that iron tucked
I just started chargin’ up
Ain’t with all the fussin’ stuff
In that vrrrrm cuttin’ up

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all

[Verse 2]
I’m in the diamond, district kickin’ big shit
Bank roll, on me, poppin’ big shit
Me and the crew, in your city we got big sticks
Big TV, middle toilet, I take big shits
I had your bitch, in my office, now she dismissed
No attention, especially when she throwin’ big fits
Forty pointers, and a watch, that’s that big shit
A couple shows, my pockets fatter than a big bitch
Whole pint, now I gotta take a big piss
Triple A, I always got a-fuckin’-ssistance
Peter Parker, I always knew I had a sixth sense
And the opps, is always on my fuckin’ hit-list

[Hook]
I’m in the foreign ass truck at the stoplight
We leave your ass left if you’re not right
I’m in traffic, pull up and steal your spotlight
Red insides, white out, that’s a stop sign
And the truck look like a dump ’cause it’s sittin’ tall
Break his ankles, take the shot, ball nigga, ball
Gucci jackets, both pockets filled with it all
And these diamonds and my jewelry tellin’ it all