Just know that I’mma tell the truth
And no I won’t stop
I started at the bottom
Now I’m ready for the top
(Verse 3)
And I’ma put my city on the map
Whether they like it or not
I’m bringing the essence back
See, I’m writing the plot
To the story of my life
Put me in the best spot
Sketching out my blueprint
I ain’t talking S. (Verse 1)
They wanna know who
Is this young, new
Rapper on the scene
Swagger a little dapper
Maybe different than you’ve seen
Hopefully you’ll read his chapters
Just to figure what he means
This God given talent, see
I got it in my genes
Like thread up on the pocket
That you sew into the seams
But never match the outfit
Of the masses
So it seems
I’m so left field
And I ain’t even talking baseball
But I’m here to take all
Got bets
Place all
Can’t lose when you messing with a dude
With this much ambition
I’m up, man listen
Why do I stand out most in a peer meeting
Cuz my quotes meet quotas
Most my peers ain’t meting
I’m confident in that
If the haters wanna chat
Tell ’em that they can bring it on
No cheerleading
My premonition is that
What they missing in rap
Is spitting the facts
These lines will have listening back
In fact
(Chorus)
They keep asking if I’m ready for the game
Ready to be a star
With the money and the fame
And no matter where you are
Everybody knows your name
I’m looking right at ‘em
Asking the same
Are y’all ready for me? Just know that I’mma tell the truth
And no I won’t stop
I started at the bottom
Now I’m ready for the top Are y’all ready for me? Jacob
But I don’t need a chain
I drop this knowledge on ‘em
Let the words make it rain
As I take over the reigns
In the city that I claim
Ever since Prince left
They’ve been looking for a king
(Chorus)
They keep asking if I’m ready for the game
Ready to be a star
With the money and the fame
And no matter where you are
Everybody knows your name
I’m looking right at ‘em
Asking the same
Are y’all ready for me? Are y’all ready for me? Are y’all ready for me? Dot
Just the life and times
Of Mike Dreams
And my dream’s
For my scene
To go and shine like light beams
It might seem
That pie in the sky is kinda high
But if I spit this cold flow
For the cash
We’ll call it ice cream
Then make Alamode
I don’t rock ice creams
I don’t need designer clothes
To show ‘em what I mean
I am the freshest out
And if your dollars had sense
You would sense
I’d be the hottest investment out
Sorry Mr. Just know that I’mma tell the truth
And no I won’t stop
I started at the bottom
Now I’m ready for the top
(Verse 2)
These dudes wanna stunt hard
I ain’t trying to show off
Cuz all I see is negative
Turn the show off
They start in the right lane
But tend to go off
So that’s why when I write mayne
I tend to go off
Sincerity is missing
That’s probably why they dissing
When they smelling something different
That I’m mixing in the kitchen
Homey, I’m never pitching
All the money in the world
Couldn’t help you pay attention
I’m hoping you’ll listen
My mission’s to get a buzz
Like delivery boys
I’ve been working on my lyrics
And delivery boy
To birth life into this game
Like deliveries boy
Put myself in this position
I’m deliberately poised
To be the next up
Yes, yup
Till I am the best up
Best out
‘Member them days when I was stressed out
Watchin’ ‘em make moves
Feelin’ like I was left out
Now they better give respect out
(Chorus)
They keep asking if I’m ready for the game
Ready to be a star
With the money and the fame
And no matter where you are
Everybody knows your name
I’m looking right at ‘em
Asking the same
Are y’all ready for me?

One day, you’ll be on your own
You won’t have a shout any more
One day, you’ll be in the ground
You’re over and out, and
You’ve missed the last tube home
One day, you’ll be on your own
You won’t have a shout any more
One day, you’ll be in the ground
You’re over and out, and
You’ve missed the last tube home
Woooooo! One day, you’ll be on your own
You won’t have a shout any more
One day, you’ll be in the ground
You’re over and out, and
You’ve missed the last tube home
One day, you’ll be on your own
You won’t have a shout any more
One day, you’ll be in the ground
You’re over and out, and
You’ve missed the last tube home
Woke up this morning, heard someone snoring
Knobheads going on about modern life is boring
Bears have their own music, no-one can prove it
Just like I’m a guy of guys
You think I’m gonna move it
One day, you’ll be on your own
You won’t have a shout any more
One day, you’ll be in the ground
You’re over and out, and
You’ve missed the last tube home
Sum up together, nobody’s the wiser
It’s life in the sunshine, that’s what I would advise her? One day, you’ll be on your own
You won’t have a shout any more
One day, you’ll be in the ground
You’re over and out, and
You’ve missed the last tube home
(Repeat x3) Yeeeh-haaa!

choke hold
It’s a choke hold
Nieuwe chain, 20 carrots on die white gold
Vieze motherf*ckers, heel je job froze
Die Nipsey Hussle
Straigth in the bims, nigga
Ik zei nip and see hussle in the bims nigga
Ik doe de plug walk
Ik zie je plug walkin’
Deze dagen ben ik stil
Ik hoor die mannen barken
Het is hard on the roads
Ik moet die waggie parken
[Hook]
Brick talk, brick talk and let that brick walk
Stick stock, stick stock and let the clit talk
Heb die goeie wiri met me nigga Adje
Ik heb mocro’s die je rippen types met die matjes
Ik wil stacks
Ik wil kanker veel stacks, jigga
Stelen van die rich [?]
Fock us in the flash, nigga
Never leave the damn Hussle
Cause they need me
10K out the wallet, noem het [?] [Verse 1]
Ik ga te licht om met gevoelens noem het featherweight
Ik pakte net 10K en ik voel me great
Chandeliers, dikke tieten in een nigga face
Wine stains op marble floor it’s a nightmare
We gaan die junta litten
Hou die racker right there
Veel sheet in die planga voor die light, yeah (yeah)
Ze zegt ik ben niet planga
Ik rok die dita planga
Stelletje schapen
How can you Ferragamo
Ik wil alleen die kamers
Ben met een Spaanse
En ze zegt me mi hermano calma
Al die vino’s die ik klaar
Maakt een nigga parra
High fashion [?]
Soms een [?] van de Zara
[Hook]
Brick top, brick top and let the brick walk
Stick stock, stick stock and let the clit talk
Heb die goeie wiri met me nigga Adje
Ik heb mocro’s die je rippen types met die matjes
Ik wil stacks
Ik wil kanker veel stacks, jigga
Stelen van die rich [?]
Fock us in the flash, nigga
Never leave the damn Hussle
Cause they need me
10K out the wallet, noem het [?]
[Verse 2]
Hot talk, hot talk, hot job, jigga
10K btc, big chop, nigga
Ik heb die ballie hier zo in criped
Life [?] got them niggas submissed it
Ch, ch, choke hold.

You niggas don’t know that feeling
You don’t know about stashin’ poles in the ceiling
You don’t know about on the pole in the winter
When a nigga try to leave you froze in December
You don’t know about neck shots in September
It’s a whole lot of shit we don’t talk about
Free the guys locked up, can’t wait ’til they walkin’ out
Them is my dogs and we got lots to bark about
Broad day, night time, we’ll spark it out
I’ll show you what the sharks about
I’ll show you what the boys from the park about
I’ll show you how to blow when I hawk you down
It don’t even feel the same when I walk around ’cause I miss my niggas
On the other side pullin’ them triggers
Poppin’ though like they were that nigga, now you gone
Soon as we hop out I’m already blowin’
Soon as I’m blowin’ I’m already scorin’
Soon as I’m scorin’ I’m already runnin’ out
Shots in his face, like I told you don’t f*ck around
Lil nigga now what? p*ssy I want to go kill
Thinkin’ like why the f*ck would I chill, if that’s my blood gettin’ spilled, huh? Me and gang roll him up in a fat blunt
Me and Lu slide down with the gats up
If a nigga ain’t dead, better act slumped
Free the gang for the work, that’s Spazz Out
That’s Shotta plus Lil Steve be back down
Couple days Big (?) be back down
Couple months, Leeky Leek be back down
I don’t know how to act now
So I’m ridin’ with the MAC now
If you try to run, blow his back out
f*ck around, ran up twenty-three racks now
Gonna go blow that, two or three bags now
Glock-22 got twenty-three, back down
‘Fore you get sat down, I got a sack now
I shop at Saks now, I’m throwin’ racks now
Missing my niggas, I wish I was back now, gang [Verse]
Late nights on that corner used to be everything
They done took away everything from my niggas
Gotta make a way for my niggas
I know Pappy with me in spirit, but that still ain’t good enough
But it’s good enough for them tools bustin’ your moves bust, but that’s stupid stuff
I’m tryna make it out this hellhole, that’ll be the day that hell froze
‘Cause you niggas dumb, brought the devil out
Might as well of brought your shovel out
‘Cause your soul and body goin’ underground, I don’t f*ck around
Hundred bands, that’s nothin’ now
I’ma probably spend it at the summer now, on a summer house
I miss some niggas that’s missing
Step out the frame, take yourself out the picture
Now tell me if you see what’s bigger
Tell me if you see a million
Pappy he gave me the vision
He told me to make sure the fans see the riches
To be out of town f*ckin’ all of they bitches
And pull out the lot bearin’ all of the business
He told me to make sure OG get a mansion
Look after my sister Tamryn
Give her bread just to manage
Give him some bread just to jack it
Go ‘head and splash it, we poppin’ tags ’cause we never had it
I just wanna live lavish, twenty mil in the stash like nigga we made it
I’m feelin’ great but I wanna feel better so I’m gettin’ faded
Perc-30’s I’m takin’, Backwoods what I’m facin’, we done upgraded
Came a long way from not havin’ cable, food on the table
I just want to do better, so in this shit I can’t let up
My own brother got wet up
How do you think that I feel?

[Verse 1]
Oh I’ll never get to the star
But I’ve seen the universe in a blade of grass
Oh I’ve built my questions a raft
And I send them floating there on a lake of glass
Though this weight is like a stone
It is hard to drop the things I’ve come to know
[Verse 2]
Oh my mind is lost to the ground
Like the crickets are lost against the highway sound
Oh I’ve been a thief with my voice
While all the leaves just sing the truth out loud
Take this mask, burn my page
And I will leave my wallet in that lonely maze

[Producertag]
Oster on the beat, watch out
[Intro]
Yeah, Post Mortem
[Part 1]
Manche Rapper freuten sich, als ich noch in der Zelle saß
Wenn sie mich sehen, fangen diese Hunde zu rennen an (yeah)
All black everything, mit Kapuze wie Skelator
Fick deine Mutter, bis deine Tochter mich Papa nennen mag
Deine Jungs sind V-Männer und checken uns beim Checken ab
Und übermitteln Informationen, so wie ein Telegramm (du Hund)
Bretter’ Parts, bring’ Feinde wie Moiskid in den Keller, Mann (brra)
Fick mal jeden Knast, weil mich gar nix verändern kann (gar nix)
Ich komm’ in deine Stadt und ich hol’ mir dein Genick
Ich mach’ so weiter, bis wir wieder Echo-Nominierte sind (yeah)
Wenn ich Xavier featuren muss, dann höchstens Professor X
Ich baller’ Zeilen, so wie Kugeln, ganze Magazine, Bitch (brr)
[Hook]
Die Bullen wollten mich mehr als nur oft orten (yeah)
Willkomm’n in der Hölle, Alpha straight ballin’ (yeah)
Weil diese Zeilen hier auch aus Phosphor sind (yeah)
Aus dem Weg, du Hund, hier kommt Post Mortem
Post Mortem, P-P-Post Mortem
Alpha Music Empire, we’re straight ballin’
Post Mortem, P-P-Post Mortem
Stiche in der Brust und den Präcortex
[Part 2]
Halt mal deine Fresse, du Hundesohn, mach dich rar und renn
Sonst landest du Pisser unterm Auto wie ein Fahrgestell
Welcher Hurensohn will meine Autorität in Frage stell’n? Seid wie Wollnys auf Crack
Baller’ die [?], ich baller’ Kugeln, ihr kriegt alle aufs [?] (alle)
Wir hab’n gekämpft, sind mittlerweile in der verlorenen Welt
An der Spitze der Nahrungskette im verrotteten Nest, Jiggi
[Hook]
Die Bullen wollten mich mehr als nur oft orten (yeah)
Willkomm’n in der Hölle, Alpha straight ballin’ (yeah)
Weil diese Zeilen hier auch aus Phosphor sind (yeah)
Aus dem Weg, du Hund, hier kommt Post Mortem
Post Mortem, P-P-Post Mortem
Alpha Music Empire, we’re straight ballin’
Post Mortem, P-P-Post Mortem
Stiche in der Brust und den Präcortex
Die Bullen wollten mich mehr als nur oft orten (yeah)
Willkomm’n in der Hölle, Alpha straight ballin’ (yeah)
Weil diese Zeilen hier auch aus Phosphor sind (yeah)
Aus dem Weg, du Hund, hier kommt Post Mortem
Post Mortem, P-P-Post Mortem
Alpha Music Empire, we’re straight ballin’
Post Mortem, P-P-Post Mortem
Stiche in der Brust und den Präcortex Ich verteile Stiche, geh dir um Hals wie ein Amulett (yeah)
Ab in die Freistunde mit paar Giletts, kill’ dein Kabinett (yeah)
Wir fahren im Benz, sind die Adler in euerm Rabennest
Was für Geld? Kugelhagel, bis du in dei’m Graben hängst
Ich stapel’ Cash, dadurch dass du dir Hure ‘ne Nadel setzt
Die Schweine reden mit mir, als wär’ ich in einer Fabelwelt
Ich hab’ ein Herz für Tiere, Digga, aber der Hase brennt (ah)
Dieser Flow ein Fall für Akte X, von einer andren Welt
Alpha mit Labelstrukturen, die nur aus Banden kennst
[Hook]
Die Bullen wollten mich mehr als nur oft orten (yeah)
Willkomm’n in der Hölle, Alpha straight ballin’ (yeah)
Weil diese Zeilen hier auch aus Phosphor sind (yeah)
Aus dem Weg, du Hund, hier kommt Post Mortem
Post Mortem, P-P-Post Mortem
Alpha Music Empire, we’re straight ballin’
Post Mortem, P-P-Post Mortem
Stiche in der Brust und den Präcortex
[Part 3]
Ich ficke eure Salafisten-Clique
Wenn ihr mich ficken wollt, nehmt alle eure Ballermänner mit (alle)
Ich ficke Laas Unltd., wir sind die Babas in dem Biz (yeah)
Frag Sierra Kidd, den Huso, ob seine Mama mich vermisst (du Huansohn)
Früher broke, Löcher in den Socken und Vans
Heute mit Stacks zähl’n, Joint dreh’n, mit Kolle im Benz
Lan, ich fick’ deine Ghostwriter und zerbomb’ deine Gang (brra)
Und decke alle eure Lügen auf wie Jonathan Frakes (brrat, brrat)
Lak, sag mal, was für la Familia?

Kalte Landschaft brennt im Geist
Der die alte Zeit vereist
Puristisch stetes Bild vom Frost
Im Wind von Nord nach Ost
Er trägt die Engel ohne Sicht
Sensen kleiden ihre Pflicht
Reiten in die Sternenschar
Mähen was im Schmerz gebar
Seelenflug im Rotbereich
Ewig in der schwarzen See
Liegen ihre Wesen bleich
Fallen in die Welt als Schnee
Seelenflug
Stille folgt auf jeden Klang
Den zuvor ein Engel sang
Rote Wogen folgen dann
Wenn ein Mensch die Worte sang
Seelenflug im Rotbereich
Ewig in der schwarzen See
Liegen ihre Wesen bleich
Fallen in die Welt als Schnee
Seelenflug

[Intro]
It always gets worse, untreatable time
[?]
She’s still the freshest
[Verse 1: Shantel May]
You wanna put on a show
But I won’t entertain it
Make me feel like I’m slow
You get underneath my skin
I could see through the smoke
I swear, I try to make changes
But we still end up right here
[Pre-Chorus: Shantel May]
I know I told you to leave me alone
And I know this time that I blocked your phone
Now I told you, “Don’t come back home”
[Chorus: Shantel May]
But we’re not done until I say so
Until I say so
Until I say so
Until I say so, until I say so
We’re not done until I say
[Verse 2: Shantel May]
You wanna put on a show
I guess you like their attention
I guess you take me for a joke
I know all your little friends
I find it funny how
You keep sayin’ that you’re changin’
But we still end up right here
[Pre-Chorus: Shantel May]
I know I told you to leave me alone
And I know this time that I blocked your phone
Now I told you, “Don’t come back home”
But we’re not done until I say
[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, grab you by your neck, lick your face
She so pretty with the baby hair, come here, let me taste
Really [?], see-through, I need to kiss your hand, nice to meet you
Took the condom off, let me keep you
Rock [?] on your worst day, smile like the sun shinin’
Mac smarter with the MAC in the linin’ (Grr)
You my wrong way ho, you got it straight off the model pack
Wanted to *** on your face, but you **** that your shit so good
I wanna kill your exes (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All-timers, we could talk love or breakfast
Sport max, mix, match it, you still the freshest
You my bitch now, I think they got the message
You think you leavin’ me, ever? There’s only one way to exit
And my **** gettin’ desperate (Gettin’ desperate, grr)
[Chorus: Shantel May & Westside Gunn]
But we’re not done until I say so
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Until I say so
Until I say so
Until I say so, until I say so
Until I say

[French Montana:]
Straight for the bag (Han)
Straight for the bag (Han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)
Look dead in my face comin’ straight for the bag (Han)
Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag
Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)
[LGP Qua:]
I’m comin’ straight for the bag ain’t no kill with me
I need mines and yours, I guess that’s the Philly in me
I tell her that I love her, I guess that’s the Henny in me
Move foreign out the lot and I promise you it ain’t rented
Hottest in my city, I link with French now I’m turnin’ up
Niggas in your crib masked up, they hit at them [?]
Left me in the game ’bout to take it over, I’m blowin’ up
All white VVS gold, baby, I’m glowin’ up
Real nigga party, you can’t get no invitation
He got life, but they still respect him, he ain’t say shit
Caught him lackin’, jump up out the whip, gave him the whole clip
He court [?] instead you gettin’ life, gave up his whole [?]
[French Montana:]
Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag
Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)
[LGP Qua:]
Let’s get paid my nigga, that be the motto
Where I’m from they rob banks, nigga, they don’t bank on the lotto
Two things you smell in the air, death with gelato
In the field it’s nothin’ but dead bodies, Cinco de Mayo
Come through the baggage on me, they got the pale face
He ain’t leave a witness but definitely left some shell case
Couldn’t beat the case ’cause he black and you know the just racist
Keep it real I like blue faces, nigga, not new faces
Hear it in my voice, man I’m hungry, nigga it’s dinner time
You can’t break bread with your team, then he ain’t a friend of mine
Once I close my bedroom door, she know that it’s liquor time
I told these rappers they time tickin’, nigga I been the boom
[French Montana:]
Real niggas comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Bad bitches comin’ straight for the bag (Bag)
Ski mask comin’ straight for the bag (Woo)
Speed pass comin’ straight for the bag
Han, han
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Straight for the bag (Stop playin’ with me, han)
Comin’ straight for the bag (Han)
Stop playin’ with me
Stop playin’ with me
Stop playin’ with me

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)
Woo, woo
Woo (Yeah)
Woo
Woo, woo
Yeah
[Chorus]
Rockstar life, bikers and chains (Chains)
One carat drip down my fang (Fang)
Drugs runnin’ deep through my vein (Woo)
I’m takin’ drugs, healin’ the pain (Woo)
Let the paint drip on my main (My main, woo)
Let the paint drip, me and Wave (Wave, woo)
I got more whips than a slave (Slave, woo)
Huh, safety deposit at Chase (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Copped the wrap on that bitch, got it matted (Yeah)
They doubted, didn’t think it would happen (Yeah)
Thank God that He blessed me with talent (Thank God, yeah)
My new bitch I got, she done been in the pageant (Yeah)
She sexy and so charismatic (Yeah, uh)
I hope it’s a bulletproof vest in that jacket (Yeah)
I keep the drumstick like it’s Madden (Yeah)
(I keep the drumstick like it’s Madden)
In need of that cash like a addict (Addict, woo)
Told her, “Pull up,” and sent her the addy (Pull up, woo)
Young GunWunna gon’ keep him a baddie (Young Wunna, woo)
I’m a rockstar and a god of the fashion (Uh, woo)
Can’t see you, these lights steady flashin’ (Woo)
Raised the bar for my niggas, now we livin’ legends (Wunna)
Just look at how we livin’ lavish (Just look at how we livin’ lavish)
[Chorus]
Rockstar life, bikers and chains (Chains)
One carat drip down my fang (Fang)
Drugs runnin’ deep through my vein (Woo)
I’m takin’ drugs, healin’ the pain (Woo)
Let the paint drip on my main (My main, woo)
Let the paint drip, me and Wave (Wave, woo)
I got more whips than a slave (Slave, woo)
Huh, safety deposit at Chase (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I want the fortune, not fame (Yeah)
Run it up, go buy the Lamb’ truck (Uh)
The Porsche, the Rolls Royce and the ‘Vette and the Range (‘Vette and the Range)
Niggas don’t play ’cause they know we gon’ bust (Nah)
We pull up, bullets rainin’ like rain (Rain)
They drip ’cause of us, they ain’t keepin’ up (Nah)
I switch it up, leather jackets and chains (Woo)
(I switch it up, leather jackets and chains)
Uh, rockstar life, bikers and chains (Woo)
Uh, you don’t want smoke with the gang (Woo)
F&N, spittin’ out flames (Woo)
Uh, I bring the heat like La Flame (Woo)
Came from the south but I ain’t Tity 2 Chainz
Shady baby, born and raised (Yeah)
I been puttin’ on like way back in the day
The price tag only thing that changed (Yeah)
[Outro]
Woo, woo
Woo, yeah, yeah
Woo
Woo, woo

Schenk aus den Wein in vino veritas
Der Geist sitzt immer ganz unten im Krug
Trink nicht allein, stoß lieber mit mir an
Die Zeit mit Wein und Weib vergeht wie im Flug
Der Schnitter holt mich irgendwann
Vor nichts und niemanden macht die Sense halt
Und kommt er heute Nacht zu mir
Wird meine Zeche wohl mit meinem Blut bezahlt
Meum est propositum in taberna mori
Wein, Weib und Gesang soll mir den Tod versüßen
In vita in morte sumus
Kommt er in die Schenke werd ich ihn begrüßen
Der Tag vergeht und wieder kehr ich ein
Es dürstet mich nach dem Blut der Trauben
Ein tiefer Zug wäscht all die Sorgen fort
Einen Becher voll kann ich mir wohl erlauben
Der Schnitter holt mich irgendwann
Vor nichts und niemanden macht die Sense halt
Und kommt er heute Nacht zu mir
Wird meine Zeche wohl mit meinem Blut bezahlt
Meum est propositum in taberna mori
Wein, Weib und Gesang soll mir den Tod versüßen
In vita in morte sumus
Kommt er in die Schenke werd ich ihn begrüßen
Wenns etwas gibt, das ich zu büßen habe
Dass ich im Rausch immer die Wahrheit sage
Meum est propositum in taberna mori
Wein, Weib und Gesang soll mir den Tod versüßen
In vita in morte sumus
Kommt er in die Schenke werd ich ihn begrüßen

Trust the time
It will bring you back
Out of time, out of dreams
The passage of drought will follow
But the knowledge of your inner self will mature
No act of repetition will follow that symbol won’t be no more
Trust the time it will bring you back
Your form of showing feelings will find the ear’s or heart’s channel
Understanding and acceptance, the coherence
If this isn’t the case, attempt a companion in your life

The final word is unveiled
There’s no way back to our grave
Such treachery
The death of truth
This road will go on forever
Stuck in the trails where no one dared to tread
Lost in the haze where our souls have been bled
Dark reveries
Confusing threads
A severance from reality
It’s coming closer
It has no name
We carry on to the top
Excelsior
We stare into the black circle of death
No use for our regrets
My fate is sealed
These ugly scars
Will never heal
Days of bleakness, nights of sorrow
With certitude we burn
Fallen, rising
Heavy load
Light the fuses
And implode
Stand up, get out, carry on
Die, live, love, kill the forgone

Picture me fighting for my life
Picture me hiding all my life
Picture me riding on a heist cause I gotta see what them hunnids like
Now picture me at Diddy crib
Picture me with Jay & Kim
Picture me with Jay & B (?)
Young niggas just tryna live
Picture me in a booth with me
Picture me as [?]
Picture me with a passing speed
Picture fans running after me
Picture me on another level
Picture me with a busy schedule
Picture me underneath the shovel
Laid down on that earth
Picture me with a lot of bandz
Picture me with a lot of friends
Picture me getting on the stand lyin’ for my maaaans
Cause I take it that can you picture that when it’s set in stone can’t take it back
I took some losses, can’t take it back
If it’s about the bandz, I’ma make it back
Can you picture me with a 100 racks, or a hundred mill, or a platinum plaque
Can you picture me getting out of rap with my whole gang and never coming back
[Chorus]
Picture me on top
Picture me ridin’ around with no Glock
Picture me ridin’ around with your thot
Picture me doing the shit that you’re not
Picture me in your town
Picture me smoking Crunch at the pound
From East Rogers where it goes down
So picture me making bro ‘n them proud
Picture me on that big screen
Picture me with the bigger things
Don’t picture me with the little things, only simple things
Gotta get it by any means
Picture me in the magazines
30 rounds in my magazine
So picture yourself a casualty (Intro)
Gang, gang
Bitch we’re 3 p’z
Free Shotta Free Spazz
That’s PBG
That’s ICG
(Chorus)
Picture me on top
Picture me ridin’ around with no Glock
Picture me ridin’ around with your thot
Picture me doing the shit that you’re not
Picture me in your town
Picture me smoking Crunch at the pound
From East Rogers where it goes down
So picture me making bro ‘n them proud
Picture me on that big screen
Picture me with the bigger things
Don’t picture me with the little things, only simple things
Gotta get it by any means
Picture me in the magazines
30 rounds in my magazine
So picture yourself a casualty
(Verse 1)
Picture me in the hills
Picture me swimming like a got gills
Picture me sippin’ drinks from that [?]
You’re bitch wetter than the [?] nigga
Picture me as the president, nothing lesser than
Picture me talking 50 bricks with them Mexicans
Picture me
I already know how you picture me when you look at me
You just see another nigga fighting murder in the first degree
You [?] to picture you hurtin’ me
You just think about murkin’ me
Never pictures what’s underneath
You just picture shit that’s surface deep
Now picture me as a business man
Picture me living on the edge
Picture me layin’ in the streets
Bulletholes all in my head
Picture me with a record deal
Picture me with a hundred mill
Picture me locked behind them walls for a hundred years on a tip
Picture that
Picture me with Spazz & Shotta
Picture me with Bigz & DonDon
Picture bro ‘n them beat their case
Smiling in the state attorney’s face
Picture me and my wife on dates
f*cking all night and we wake up late
Picture me smoking dough away
f*ck around, even tryna [?]
(Chorus)
Picture me on top
Picture me ridin’ around with no Glock
Picture me ridin’ around with your thot
Picture me doing the shit that you’re not
Picture me in your town
Picture me smoking Crunch at the pound
From East Rogers where it goes down
So picture me making bro ‘n them proud
Picture me on that big screen
Picture me with the bigger things
Don’t picture me with the little things, only simple things
Gotta get it by any means
Picture me in the magazines
30 rounds in my magazine
So picture yourself a casualty
(Verse 2)
Picture me with them stars
Picture me drivin’ forein ass cars
Picture me high as f*ck like by Mars
Picture me off the percs with your broad
Picture me as a kingpin, not the middleman
Picture me doing anything that I f*ckin’ can
Picture me posted on the ‘Worth
Picture me posted on a shirt
Picture my big brother hurt
Tell me is this shit really worth it?

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Woah
I’m in this bitch like ayy, damn
I’m in this bitch like ayy
I’m in this bitch like ayy (Lil Boat)
I’m in this bitch like ayy
I’m in his bitch like ayy
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I’ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy
I’ma need me a bitch before it turn ten, uh
I’ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in
Rappin’ around town and I’m downtown
Big boy gat, I don’t back down
Take a bitch, yeah, I got a sack now
f*ckin’ bad bitches, I’ll blow a bitch back now (f*ck)
[Chorus: Lil Yachty & A$AP Rocky]
Woah
I’m in this bitch like ayy, damn
I’m in this bitch like ayy
I’m in this bitch like ayy (Lil Boat)
I’m in this bitch like ayy
I’m in his bitch like ayy (Uh, I’m in his bitch)
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Back to the bando
I Tokyo Drift like the sample
When shit wasn’t sweet and so simple
When it was just churches and candles
We ain’t have no Turks and no Caicos (Nah)
No fresh pedicure for the sandals (Nah)
We learned how to pedal, no handles
Back when we traveled, we trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (Uh)
Like who wanna match? Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin’ like that
Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back
The cops pulled me over, they don’t know your mom in the back
Big Whack makin’ niggas take herbal and naps
These hoes can’t rap, they need a permanent pack
I ain’t f*ckin’ with you boys, need the cervical cap
Okay, I’m bored
Okay, I’m tired
Sleepy, huh
[Verse 5: Lil Yachty]
Yeah, I don’t wanna be like nobody else (Else)
Lookin’ so good, I might ride myself (Self)
Realize I gotta hide the wealth (Wealth)
Told bro it’s okay to be rich and stealth (Yee)
Twenty-two, I might go f*ck a MILF (MILF)
My twin sisters both white as milk (Milk)
Maybach, inside came soft as silk (Silk)
Put a bitch on the molly, now she tilt
This bitch been killed, built like a crushed can
Makin’ rap friends more sketch than a white van
Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man
f*ckin’ on a bitch and she sound like a hype man
Lookin’ for a fly nigga, I’m what you type in (Go)
Been counted out since I could count (Yes)
Got a public and a private account (Yes)
For my bank and not my Insta’, bitch I’m runnin’ the maps
I run it like laps, they runnin’ in last
I might overlap and won’t double back ’cause my past is my past
They all from my path and part on my back
She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf
Mines came with a name, hers came with some change
We want the same thing, let’s not get offtrack (Yeah, uh, uh)
I’m up in that bitch skatin’ (Skatin’)
My wrist alone is the Ritz, I’m sayin’ (Bling)
Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (Uh)
Nigga, don’t make me wait too long (Yeah)
Flippin’ rates of that Grey Poupon
I play you food for all
My bitch watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul
She been around Tyler way too long
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Um
It’s young T and he be that boy
I talk death, but I don’t like guns
I talk love, but I don’t got none
They talk charts, but they don’t got one
You got a stage, then it’s one-point-one for one hour
Niggas came second to me, they so sour
Had a slow climb, that’s why they all doubt ’em
And still came out on top, now that’s power (Uh)
f*ck they respect, I won’t miss a step, I won’t intercept
The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like
Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie
Raw as f*ck, bitch, I feel like sushi
Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy
Neck lookin’ like a thot in labor
But it’s goin’ up like it’s an escalator
Boys goin’ down like Titanic sailor
Yachty here and him from Decatur
Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga
I’m ample, huh
When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (Hoo)
That’s Igor, Igor, he a hot potato
Y’all small fries for example, nigga, um
Don’t run with the ride-a-long, nigga
I’m a catalog, I’m a human Adderall
Little ass bitch, nah, you ain’t in my category
Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, nigga
Y’all rappity-rap, y’all critically ‘claimed, they gassin’ you up
I went to your show and took little nap (Trash)
That’s why we not in the same bracket of tax
I’m that nigga, bitch
[Verse 4: Tierra Whack]
I did it all with the passion, I’m a god in this fashion
Niggas tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (Ugh)
Had to pull myself together like it’s all elastic
Got the heart of a dragon, I’m a star, call me Patrick
Heard the bitch was talkin’ shit, so I caught him in traffic
I’m the type to walk in your house and shit on your mattress
(Slow down, you’re spitting everywhere), ugh
I’m good, you could take it all away (Yeah)
I’m God, you follow me ’cause I know the way (God)
I’m in Philly and we all fly (Huh)
If we don’t got the whip, we do the walk-by (Yee)
On your new picture, we archive (Ugh)
If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed
Had to slap a bitch, chose the wrong side (Ooh)
Mob ties, bitch, you get hog-tied, you chose the wrong side
Mrs.

Wir ficken das Gesetz, weil man sonst keine Perspektive hat (Bo-bo-bo, bo)
Ey, zu viele Junkies auf Narc, Narc (Narco)
Tach-tach macht mein Tabanca, wenn ich es satt hab’ (Aiwa)
Platz da, ich lauf’ raus, denn ich bin ready (Ey)
Dreh’ paar Runden, bunkert der Kanak das Baggy vor sei’m Daddy (Vakuum, Zizzy!)
[Pre-Hook]
Egal ob Piecy oder Cannabis (Cannabis)
Locker easy, weil hier alles geht (Alles geht)
Und wenn du ziehst, gibt es auch Baba-Jay
(QDH, Motherf*ck)
[Hook]
Meine Gegend ist wie Bogotá (Ghetto)
Zehn Pakete im Motorroller (Pow-pow-pow, pow-pow-pow)
Die Wumme immer noch auf Schoß, Bruder (Locker easy)
Und sie ist tödlicher als Corona (Ja, Motherf*ck, brrah)
Meine Gegend ist wie Bogotá (Ghetto)
Zehn Pakete im Motorroller (Pow-pow-pow, pow-pow-pow)
Die Wumme immer noch auf Schoß, Bruder (Locker easy)
Und sie ist tödlicher als Corona (Ja Habibi, Motherf*ck; ehm, ehm)
[Part 2]
Ich hatte gar nichts, nur den Willen durchzustarten
Und ‘ne Gang, die motiviert war, keine Zeit mehr, um zu warten
Kam mit achtzehn in das Game, wusste, wie man entertaint
Die Rekorde steh’n noch immer (Ey, ey), nenn mich Mermi-Cendere (Ey, rrah)
Ich ficke Deutschrap, baller’ los wieder von vorn
Immer noch gleich, Mann, fick dein Tom Ford (Hah)
Mit ‘nem Sponsor mach’ ich mehr Para als du
Aber scheiß drauf, Bruder, das kommt vor (Heh)
Viele Träume, die zerplatzen, jedes Kind wird mal erwachsen
Hab’ was aus dem Nichts erschaffen und das ist nicht zu verachten (Rrah)
Immer noch schnell unterwegs (Eh)
Auch wenn die Welt untergeht (Eh)
Corona, Morona, orana, burana
Glaub es mir, keiner ist safe (Ja)
Es geht um Leben und Tod (Tod)
Ich seh’ nur Elend und Not (Not)
Ficke den Hype, alles nur Schein
Wallah, wir kämpfen um Brot (Brot, brrah)
[Pre-Hook]
Egal ob Piecy oder Cannabis (Cannabis)
Locker easy, weil hier alles geht (Alles geht)
Und wenn du ziehst, gibt es auch Baba-Jay
(QDH, Motherf*ck, brrah)
[Hook]
Meine Gegend ist wie Bogotá (Ghetto)
Zehn Pakete im Motorroller (Pow-pow-pow, pow-pow-pow)
Die Wumme immer noch auf Schoß, Bruder (Locker easy)
Und sie ist tödlicher als Corona (Ja, Motherf*ck, brrah)
Meine Gegend ist wie Bogotá (Ghetto)
Zehn Pakete im Motorroller (Pow-pow-pow, pow-pow-pow)
Die Wumme immer noch auf Schoß, Bruder (Locker easy)
Und sie ist tödlicher als Corona (Ja Habibi, Motherf*ck)
[Outro]
Und an alle die dachten, von Mero kommt nix mehr
Es hat neu angefang’n, 2020 wird noch ekelhafter als je zuvor
QDH, Motherf*ck! [Intro]
Bogotá
Zehn Pakete im Motorroller
Die Wumme immer noch auf Schoß, Bruder
Und sie ist tödlicher als Corona
Meine Gegend ist wie Bogotá
Zehn Pakete im Motorroller
Die Wumme immer noch auf Schoß, Bruder
Und sie ist tödlicher als Corona (Ehm)
[Part 1]
Ich bin mit Akhis, wir fetzen Marmita, haben noch Na3na3-Tee da
Glaub mir, Choya, an dem Tisch sitzen keine Verräter
Day-Date und auch die Datejust, ich hol’ die Patek später
Zu viel Designer, heute français, morgen Italiener
Ich bin ehrlich, ich war ekelhaft (Ekelhaft)
Mit sechzehn Jahren mehr Straße gewesen, als du Piç in deinem ganzen Leben warst (Du Piç!)
Und was man in der Siedlung macht (Hah) bei uns in 428?

before you talk to me
Got nothing to hide but the one
Talk to me, don’t tell me “No” me
The way you move me when you soothe me
Come with the silence, come my way
I’m standing beside you
I’ve got no other love to hide
It’s time to break the silence
So talk to me and I’ll feel all right
You’re taking the pleasure, I’m giving the pain
Talk to me, don’t be ashamed
Give it, feel it, want it, need it
…….. Odyssey
Miscellaneous
Talk To Me
You got to talk to me, my love
Come on and prove your loving, show me heaven
Talk to me, my love
I wanna move my body, feel the rhythm
Talk to me, my love
You’ve got to prove your loving, show me heaven
Talk to me, my love
I wanna move my body, talk to me now
I wanna tell you heaven
I’ve been waiting for your love so long
Let’s get freak and let’s get it on
The pain of the ………….. is lost
You show me the way, the love and trust
Can you feel it, do you want it. me, I can see
…………. me, touch me, come and get it
…….. I need it
I’m addicted to your loving so strong
I can feel the rhythm from dusk to dawn
You got the key ………………….

A hacer con mi alma mil piruetas
Quien la puede desclavar
Y quien se atreve a descolgarme de mis miedos
Pasar la pagina el cuaderno
Quien derretira mi infierno
Y quien me hara resucitar, retazos de esperanza
Que se cansan de esperar…. Quien pretenda que en amores peregrinos que en vez
De pies lleven caminos
Sin atajos no hay andar
Ay!quien no entienda que impaciencia es enemiga
Buscando esclavos por la vida, tendra lejana su mitad
Y enciende velas sin altar, por eso escondo entre mis velas
Soledad
El hombre perfecto nunca llega, alma traicionera
Manos en el fuego, sueos que se queman
El hombre perfecto dura poco, es una quimera
Vuelve a ser cualaquiera.. Porque casi siempre el amor se equivoca
Vuelve y se tropieza Chorus:
El hombre perfecto nunca llega, alma traicionera
Manos en el fuego, sueos que se queman
El hombre perfecto dura poco, es una quimera
Vuelve a ser cualaquiera.. Quien se atreve a secuestrarme la tristeza? Porque casi siempre el amor se equivoca
Vuelve y se tropieza
Ei ie e..

(I did)
Highly favored, ayy, I really dodged a bougie bitch
She see the Cubans, she gon’ want the coochie hit (Come here)
My chain got more f*ckin’ colors than a Coogi fit
Stay talkin’ ’bout me, tell them, tell you how I feel (Tell)
I thank God, he been workin’ harder than the Devil (Amen)
I’m a black rich felon with some hit records
Joy Road, what I been, yellin’, niggas been tellin’
Care ’bout a lot, but I don’t give a f*ck ’bout what it cost (I don’t)
You ain’t gotta pay for nothin’, bitch, you with a boss (My guy)
Just don’t go over your budget, that’s gon’ piss me off
They wanna know my cologne, can’t let them get the sauce
Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (Never)
All that "Been a real nigga" shit ain’t get me nowhere (Nowhere)
You love your hood? [Big Sean:]
Niggas prayin’ on my downfall (Straight up)
These niggas prayin’ on my downfall
Straight up from the bleachers, but I’m a different creature
I bring shit to the table, I ain’t f*ckin’ with no leechers (No)
Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (Damn)
Knew somethin’ was weird once that bro had a kitchen full of beakers
And he ain’t no chem teacher
I looked up to that nigga, then I looked up the preacher
That’s why a nigga be preachin’
I can’t f*ck with people who ain’t passionate, I’m adamant
If it’s my plan, it’s elaborate, dropped out of State
But a nigga still did mastered it
My shit, I’m smashin’ it (Woah)
Your shit, I’m snatchin’ it (Woah)
Holy Jesus, Lazarus
AI braids, so don’t be talkin’ ’bout no practice, bitch
I done been around actors and activists
I can get money alone or collaborative
I can take a pic with a bad bitch
And afterwards she a badder bitch, that’s facts
[Tee Grizzley:]
Yeah, I’m with Cody and Dixie (Both)
Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (Starvin’)
Call in some Coney, it’s gone be done in twenty minutes
Don’t go up there with no strap
Might have to bang it out with some niggas, wait, hold up
Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they had no meaning in them
Pourin’ actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a nigga
Yes, she bad, but I can’t wife her if she been seen with niggas
I rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy niggas
Like mic drop, I’m like "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow"
Unc life, never wish you was another nigga
It ain’t f*ck these niggas, but f*ck these niggas
Asked am I happy with this money, bitch, I’m happy to be livin’
I was makin’ a sandwich, they started shootin’ through the kitchen
I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin’ through them digits
Ayy, I’m really from them trenches (Really)
Nigga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures
Ayy man, these niggas bitches
If I don’t do that real nigga shit, how they gon’ see it? God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (Shit weird)
Me and Shine, we put on for the crib
Call us DTE ’cause we cut on the lights around that bitch
Fat ugly nigga, get ’em wet like Pretty Ricky
She gon’ throw it back for my McLaren, fifty-fifties
On my mama I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
Bangin’, niggas bitches
On my mama I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
Ayy, they ain’t men, nigga bitches, you hear me? All these other rappers killers are drippin’ like Reese’s Pieces
All that shit smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha
Started talkin’ to moon, God made me a different creature, ahh
Remember when I almost gave up on this music shit? nigga, f*ck your hood
See the world, go get a crib, off the coast, layin’ good
My whole hood got extinct over petty beef
Niggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased
Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here?

(Huh?) We gotta go again
Get on the phone, call that nigga, act like you really miss him
Tell him to pull it up then duck, bitch, so we don’t hit you
We all got poles in the whip like we goin’ fishin’
Lemme take you on your first mission (First mission)
Play this on your first mission (First mission)
Boy, you better not miss on your first mission (First mission)
You gon’ need this for your first mission
I ain’t forget a thang, it was me and infant
We slid in the Benz, not no Expedition (What?)
17 seconds, it was expeditious (Expeditious)
We was in they hood like a transmission
Drip on my lip ’cause I caught him slippin’ (Slide)
I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t nervous (Whatever)
But we pulled up, parked, bounced out, perfect
Wait for my moment, five seconds, silent
Get out, boom! It’s on then f*ck it, give his ass corona
Don’t get put on if you don’t plan on going on one
One wrong move, all it take for me to go on one
Close that door, can’t get in without your own gun
Pull up on him, there he go, we don’t shoot bums
Parallel park, you know I’ma let the engine run
Better do your shit (Your shit), here the bird come
Meet me at the whip, this the scene, we can pair clips
You only bust once? You gotta audition
Here go a hundred, gas up the bands for another mission
Get on the phone, call that nigga, act like you really miss him
Tell him to pull it up then duck, bitch, so we don’t hit you
We all got poles in the whip like we goin’ fishin’ (Going fishin’)
Lemme take you on your first mission (First mission)
Play this on your first mission (First mission)
Boy, you better not miss on your first mission (First mission)
Get on the phone, call that nigga, act like you really miss him
Tell him to pull it up then duck, bitch, so we don’t hit you
We all got poles in the whip like we goin’ fishin’
Lemme take you on your first mission (First mission)
Play this on your first mission (First mission)
Boy, you better not miss on your first mission (First mission) Then it got violent
Unsolved murder, I was always good at science
But I dropped out of school, got put on [?]
f*ck a tuition (f*ck it)
Trust my intuition (f*ck it)
Bitch, this crippin’ (Crip)
Bitch, I got a body
Bitch, I got a million
I could put a bad bitch in a good position (Yeah, aight)
Bitch, wanna be my bitch? Blueface baby, yeah aight
Ayy, bitch
Get on the phone, call that nigga, act like you really miss him
Tell him to pull it up then duck, bitch, so we don’t hit you
We all got poles in the whip like we goin’ fishin’
Lemme take you on your first mission (First mission)
Play this on your first mission (First mission)
Boy, you better not miss on your first mission (First mission)
Don’t leave the set ’til your clip empty
If you wanna gang bang, let that thang bang
If I get life, f*ck it, I get to see the homies
Get my squad, we’ll all get big off baloney
Shit ain’t cool but f*ck it, I did it for the homies
It’s on?

Do you see yourself desperately
Talking shit trying to act like you mad? [Verse 1]
Girl I got a problem
Unless we trust
You could be the best friend
Or you could be the one
But girl I got a problem
Unless we trust in love
[Chorus]
Don’t wanna put my love in you
Don’t wanna make a headline and lose
Don’t wanna be the one that you choose
‘Cause I’m the one, the one, the one that
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
Don’t wanna be the one that you choose
‘Cause I’m the one, the one, the one that
You wish you knew
[Verse 2]
Why you sayin’ one thing
When you mean that
Holding onto nothing
Why you holding back? ‘Cause girl I got a problem
Unless we trust
Yeah, girl I got a problem
Trust in love
[Chorus]
Don’t wanna put my love in you
Don’t wanna make a headline and lose
Don’t wanna be the one that you choose
‘Cause I’m the one, the one, the one that
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
Don’t wanna be the one that you choose
‘Cause I’m the one, the one, the one that
You wish you knew
[Bridge]
Do you hear yourself when you speak? I don’t know you like that
I don’t know you like that
[Chorus]
Don’t wanna put my love in you
Don’t wanna make a headline and lose
Don’t wanna be the one that you choose
‘Cause I’m the one, the one, the one that
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
You wish you knew
Don’t wanna be the one that you choose
‘Cause I’m the one, the one, the one that
You wish you knew

[Chorus]
With a smile as bright as the sun
She makes you feel good when the day’s begun
She makes you feel good when the day is done
Mary, will you take my hand? Oh, Mary, will you take my hand? [Verse 3]
Well, your father doesn’t like me
But your mother thinks I’m kind of nice
And if my Mary loves me
Then everything will be all right
So tell your older sister
That she’s gonna be my bride
And love me forever only
For the rest of her life
[Chorus]
With a smile as bright as the sun
She makes you feel good when the day’s begun
She makes you feel good when the day is done
Mary, will you take my hand? Oh, Mary, will you take my hand? [Verse 2]
Well, I went into the city
And I bought a white bouquet
And I gave it to my lovin’ Mary
Gonna wear it on our wedding day
Well, we’ll build a little cottage
And we’ll have a child or two
Just me and my lovin’ Mary
Laughing the whole day through
[Chorus]
With a smile as bright as the sun
She makes you feel good when the day’s begun
She makes you feel good when the day is done
Mary, will you take my hand? [Chorus]
With a smile as bright as the sun
She makes you feel good when the day’s begun
She makes you feel good when the day is done
Mary, will you take my hand? Give my best to your mother
She’s the only one who understands
And give all my love to Mary
Mary will you take my hand? Oh, Mary, will you take my hand? Oh, Mary, will you take my hand? [Verse 1]
Well, give my regards to your father
And tell him he’s a stubborn old man
And give all my love to Mary
Mary, will you take my hand?

[Verse 1]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But imma still make money
10s and 20s, 50s, 100s
Don’t see them that often
But you know I keep my card stacked
Ridin with the team on the back
Always gotta pick up on the slack
Mesmerized in the back of the jag
With the hatchback cracked
Thought you knew about the kid
I been walkin round with my lid open
Lookin for something to fit
100 pound lookin with a cat that fat
Better turn around put me up to bat, yeah
But only if you’re feelin that
Got a feelin that you’re feelin that, yeah
[Chorus]
Hold up
I thought you knew about that
I thought you knew me like that
Take it back to town like that, oh-oh
I stop then move it right back
Took a lot to get my own racks
Go back to mindin my trap, oh-oh-oh-oh
I ride to get to my bag
I lied to make to make you not sad
I know it gotta make you mad, ah-ah-oo-oh-oh-oo-oh-oh
I stop then move it right back
Took a lot to get my own racks
Go back to mindin my trap, oh-oh-oh-oh
[Verse 2]
And you don’t gotta take a issue
I been ridin full steam ahead right through intermission
f*ck I had a sneeze attack I need to get a tissue
More like 3000
Can’t count that amount in a night
‘cept I got about exactly that amount in my sight
Imma give it all up tomorrow morning without a fight
Then I make it all back (hee hee) that night
Then I make it right back (hee hee)
Yeah, that’s right
[Chorus]
Hold up
I thought you knew about that
I thought you knew me like that
Take it back to town like that, oh-oh
I stop then move it right back
Took a lot to get my own racks
Go back to mindin my trap, oh-oh-oh-oh
I ride to get to my bag
I lied to make to make you not sad
I know it gotta make you mad, ah-ah-oo-oh-oh-oo-oh-oh
I stop then move it right back
Took a lot to get my own racks
Go back to mindin my trap, oh-oh-oh-oh
[Outro]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But imma still make money
Skrrt

Ne govori nista, prepusti se, uhvati ritam
Nitko nam nista ne moze, uhvati ritam
Sanjas o lijepim stvarima
Zar ne znas da su one u nama
Igraj svoju igru, opusti se, uhvati ritam
Nitko nam nista ne moze, uhvati ritam
Prije ili kasnije
Bit ce svima jasnije
Slusaj ljubav kako dolazi
Ljubav ce nas jednog dana voditi
Iz daljine ponekad se cuje glas
Strpi se jos malo doci ce red na nas
Ti i ja suncan dan, eto razloga za smijeh
Mislit’ svojom glavom, ponekad, nije grijeh
Kad bi mene pitali
Svi bi stalno plesali
Igraj svoju igru, opusti se, uhvati ritam
Nitko nam nista ne moze, uhvati ritam
Prije ili kasnije
Bit ce svima jasnije

I know you know
I don’t do the things like I used to
I know you know
I don’t do the things like I used to
I know
I know you know
You tell me the things like I used to
I can’t blame you
I can’t blame you
I can’t blame you
Things are strange now that
Things (?)
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Things are strange now that
Things (?)
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(?)
I know you know
I don’t do the things like I used to
I know you know
I don’t do the things like I used to
I know
Things are strange now that
Things (?)
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Things are strange now that
Things (?)
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Things are strange now that
Things (?)
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Things are strange now that
Things (?)
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Things are strange now that
Things (?)
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Things are strange now that
Things (?)
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I know you know
I don’t do the things like I used to
I know you know
I don’t do the things like I used to
I know
I know you know
You tell me the things like I used to
I can’t blame you
I can’t blame you
I can’t blame you

Teach me Your ways, oh Lord
And I will walk in Your truth
Give me an undivided heart
That I might fear Your name
Teach me Your ways, oh Lord
Grant me a humble heart
Counsel me in Your wisdom
That I might see Your face
Chorus:
I will praise You, oh Lord, my God
I will praise You with all my heart
I will glorify Your name forever
Teach me Your ways, oh Lord
Teach me Your ways, oh Lord

Ne znam kako nije te blam
Kakve su ti to karikature što im stalno zoveš nove ture? Drama, drama, d-d-drama
Drama, drama, d-d-drama
[Strofa 2]
Plan, jasan je kô dan
Svaka tvoja slika s njom je čisto da se zna
Vodiš je klub, vodiš je u spa
Al’ mi nije trip ljubomora
[Pred-Refren]
Blam, vodiš je u grad
Glumi da ste par, drugi plaća je na sat
Ili imaš kvar ili bi da znam kako posle mene nisi sam
Ako joj sve dobro platiš, dobiješ i ljubav gratis
[Refren]
Čujem ide gradom fama, kao ti si neki playboy
Ali dobro znaš ti, znam i ja ko si – zato bolje nemoj
Sa mnom da se foliraš, molićeš me da se vratiš
A sve što daš – dobijaš, ljubav ne možeš da platiš
[Post-Refren]
Drama, drama, d-d-drama (Mhm!)
Drama, drama, d-d-drama (Mmm!)
Ti si playboy, a? Ne bih bila ti u koži, pa zar na moje oči? [Strofa 1]
Ko je ta, ko je ta, ako sme, ako sme da se zna? Drama, drama, d-d-drama
Drama, drama, d-d-drama
Ti si playboy, a? [Tekst pesme “Drama”]
[Uvod]
A-A-A-Afri! Što su na izvol’te bez cenzure, što na kraju daju ti fakture
[Pred-Refren]
Blam, vodiš je u grad
Glumi da ste par, drugi plaća je na sat
Ili imaš kvar ili bi da znam kako posle mene nisi sam
Ako joj sve dobro platiš, dobiješ i ljubav gratis
[Refren]
Čujem ide gradom fama, kao ti si neki playboy
Ali dobro znaš ti, znam i ja ko si – zato bolje nemoj
Sa mnom da se foliraš, molićeš me da se vratiš
A sve što daš – dobijaš, ljubav ne možeš da platiš
[Post-Refren]
Drama, drama, d-d-drama (Mhm!)
Drama, drama, d-d-drama (Mmm!)
Ti si playboy, a?

No, dejame morir lento que prefiero
El sufrimiento antes que quedarme sin vos No, dejame morir lento que prefiero
El sufrimiento antes que quedarme sin vos
[Verso 2: Cazzu]
Paranoia, obsesión y ansiedad
Negociando con la oscuridad
Conspiración en contra de mi salud mental
Y tus besos que me quieren matar
Vos despreocupado porque sabés que nunca me voy a ir
No porque no quiera sino porque si me soltás no sé a donde seguir
Tal vez un día ya no me encuentre perdida
Me vaya y ese día te vas a arrepentir
[Verso 3: El Mero Mero]
Ya no controlo mi tiempo
Lo pierdo si no te tengo
Juro que ya no me entiendo
No puedo olvidar tu cuerpo
Que si mentí o te fallé, perdón
Es parte del sufrimiento
Que si mentiste o fallaste vos, eso es parte de lo nuestro
Mami, yo no puedo regalarte el corazón
Ya me lo robaste en otra situación
Ya perdí la fuerza para estar mejor
Duermo abrazado a la botella de alcohol
Todo sigue igual, me cuesta construir
Creo que esta mierda me está haciendo mal
Parece que sin vos no puedo vivir
Volvé que ya no puedo ni respirar
Vuelve, vuelve, vuelve mami te lo pido
Vuelve, vuelve, tengo fiebre y hace frio
Vuelve, vuelve, vuelve pronto al lado mio
Siento el mundo en contra mio, si no te tengo conmigo
[Estribillo: Cazzu]
No, para que voy a detenerme a explicarte
Que me muero si te vas mi amor? No, dejame morir lento que prefiero
El sufrimiento antes que quedarme sin vos
No, para que voy a detenerme a explicarte
Que me muero si te vas mi amor? El Mero Mero]
[Verso 1: Cazzu]
Ahogándome en el humo de mi cigarrillo
Pensando por qué todavía quiero estar con vos
Guardando el sufrimiento dentro del bolsillo
En la parte que más te gusta de mi pantalón
Contradicciones y penas rondan por todas partes
Hasta lo mas estúpido me lleva a recordarte
Insomnio sobra igual que las ganas de amarte
No te vayas por favor
[Estribillo: Cazzu]
No, para que voy a detenerme a explicarte
Que me muero si te vas mi amor? No, dejame morir lento que prefiero
El sufrimiento antes que quedarme sin vos
No, para que voy a detenerme a explicarte
Que me muero si te vas mi amor? No, dejame morir lento que prefiero
El sufrimiento antes que quedarme sin vos
No, para que voy a detenerme a explicarte
Que me muero si te vas mi amor? No, dejame morir lento que prefiero
El sufrimiento antes que quedarme sin vos
[Puente]
(No)
(Vuelve, vuelve, vuelve mami te lo pido)
(No)
(Vuelve, vuelve, vuelve mami te lo pido)
[Estribillo: Cazzu]
No, para que voy a detenerme a explicarte
Que me muero si te vas mi amor? [Letra de “C14TORCE” ft.