Saw my friend said “hey, where you been?”
I’ve been out west fighting Indians
He said “Don’t you know to kill is a sin?”
Not for a man with a flag over him
Well, death’s been creeping up my days
Death always seems to be on my side
Saying, “hey, what’ch you need?”
Saying, “hey, what’ch you need?”
I need time
I need time
Time, give me some time
Time, give me some time
Time, give me some time
Well I won’t pretend to know all of your problems
Do you remember when Jesus was your best friend? You could go home by just to close your eyes and die
Well, death’s been creeping on my bed
Death always seems to be on my side
Saying, “hey, what’ch you need?”
Saying, “hey, what’ch you need?”

Probably ain’t expect that I’d take it this far
Said I’m numb to the pain, I ain’t feeling nobody
How you niggas spin, ain’t kill nobody
[Chorus]
I don’t need no security for this life (For this life)
Even though my body flooded ice (Flooded ice)
I heard that another nigga died (A nigga died)
Wanna know how I wanna feel about it
Left lonely, I remember back when everybody slept on me
I’m risin’ like a mountain, it’s gon’ be hard to step on me
I don’t do these bitches, they too phony for me, ayy
Leave him where you catch him, put his soul in these streets
[Verse 2]
Hungry, I just wanted some beef
This shit belong in the street
I don’t be wanting to tweet
I ain’t stressing ’bout this shit, it ain’t no why it gotta be
Let a nigga run down on me, that’s a body for the free
Don’t need no security for this life, no security
I don’t care what you did, could do it twice, ain’t no fear in me
Your lil’ stepper ran down and he died, how you feeling, G? No, literally, ran that nigga over, caught him in the streets
Mama, your baby jumped in the streets so young
I remember on me, they would sleep, now they woke up
They ain’t never expect a young nigga to go dumb
I’ll go broke on war, now that I got more funds
[Chorus]
I don’t need no security for this life (For this life)
Even though my body flooded ice (Flooded ice)
I heard that another nigga died (A nigga died)
Wanna know how I wanna feel about it
Left lonely, I remember back when everybody slept on me
I’m risin’ like a mountain, it’s gon’ be hard to step on me
I don’t do these bitches, they too phony for me, ayy
Leave him where you catch him, put his soul in these streets (Soul)
[Outro]
Left lonely, nobody step on me
Hard to step on me [Intro]
(Uno got the streets going crazy)
(Alright, alright, I got something for that)
(Ayy, 40, what that do?)
[Chorus]
I don’t need no security for this life (For this life)
Even though my body flooded ice (Flooded ice)
I heard that another nigga died (A nigga died)
Wanna know how I wanna feel about it
Left lonely, I remember back when everybody slept on me
I’m risin’ like a mountain, it’s gon’ be hard to step on me
I don’t do these bitches, they too phony for me, ayy
Leave him where you catch him, put his soul in these streets
[Verse 1]
Everywhere I go, I got that polе in my reach
I ain’t cuffin’ on these bitchеs, get ’em gone for the week
And, no trust in them, it’s too many
You ain’t care ’bout me, so I don’t even care how you feeling, ayy
Lowkey a young nigga worth a few million
I don’t give a f*ck what you would do different
Once you say you love me then you losing me
I don’t do no loving, dummy
Plain Rolex, I bust it out, just gotta flood it
I know my flow be sick, how I just got disgusted
I see all these niggas tweet but they get no acknowledgment
Probably hate ’cause they losin’, everybody wanna win
But whatchu’ hatin’ for?

Hold me gently in your arms
As I drift away to sleep
Wrap the band of slumber round my eyes
As his watch my angel keeps
Please be there with me to greet the day
Always there with me to show the way
Live your life within me day by day
So goodnight, my forever friend
Please be there with me to greet the day
Always there with me to show the way
Live your life within me day by day
So goodnight, my forever friend
So goodnight, my forever friend

J'habite à Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Et chaque soir, j'ai rendez-vous avec Verlaine
Ce vieux pierrot n'a pas changé
Et pour courir le guilledou près de la Seine
Souvent l'on est flanqué d'Apollinaire
Qui s'en vient musarder chez nos misères
C'est bête, on voulait s'amuser
Mais c'est rate, on était trop fauchés
Regardez-les tous ces voyous
Tous ces poètes de deux sous et leur teint blême
Regardez-les tous ces fauchés
Qui font semblant de ne jamais finir la semaine
Ils sont riches à crever, d'ailleurs ils crèvent
Tous ces rimeurs fauchés font bien des rêves quand même
Ils parlent le latin et n'ont plus faim, à Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Si vous passez rue de l'Abbaye
Rue Saint-Benoоt, rue Visconti, près de la Seine
Regardez le monsieur qui sourit
C'est Jean Racine ou Valéry, peut-être Verlaine
Alors vous comprendrez, gens de passage
Pourquoi ces grands fauchés font du tapage
C'est bête, il fallait y penser
Saluons-les à Saint-Germain-des-Près

(5), 5 on the cooker (5)
Who got 5 on the cooker? (5), 5 on the cooker(yeah, uhh!)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama said, “Boy, get your shine on” (mama)
No Tony how I get my grind on (no Tony)
Came in the game with a blindfold (blind)
‘Cause I can whip dope with a blindfold (cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (yeah)
[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
Look, hey
Yeah nigga, hey
Beat the back up like auntie May
Only gotta trap for half a day
MrLA, if I go blind and all
Nigga, I can still eyeball the world
Bitch, I ain’t got a dime to borrow
You beggin’ for it, better find a church
Out first, I got the urge
Eastern nigga like what it’s worth
Feed your killers, call it time served
Got heat to chickens, I can fry the bird, yeah
Whip up a drive like a car light, yeah
Keep shit inspired ’cause they all hyped, yeah
Feed all my trap, ain’t no part shy
But that wheel in her back, she can part tyres, yeah
Pull up with ’em when you do pull up, my niggas got snipers for when you do look up (pew, pew)
Cook up while I trap my hood, no matter the price, I want the hook up
I can go on, want me a brick up
Watch me go warm me a brick up
We got your order for pick up
You take it too far, my niggas deliver, ayy
[Chorus: Quavo & RJmrLA]
Mama said, “Boy, get your shine on” (mama, ayy)
No Tony how I get my grind on (no Tony)
Came in the game with a blindfold (blind)
‘Cause I can whip dope with a blindfold (cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (yeah) [Intro]
Mike WiLL Made-It
[Chorus: Quavo]
Mama said, Boy, get your shine on (mama)
No Tony how I get my grind on (no Tony)
Came in the game with a blindfold (blind)
‘Cause I can whip dope with a blindfold (cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (skrrt skrrt, cook it up)
I can whip dope with my eyes closed (yeah)
[Verse 1: Quavo]
My eyes closed like Michael Jordan at the free throw (23, Jordan, woo)
Give me a blindfold, I can cook up a whole kilo (cook it up, cook it up, skrrt, skrrt)
Throwaway (throwaway), no AK (brrt, brrt, AK)
Cookin’ trade (cookin’), servin’ pancakes (woo, yeah)
If you don’t understand me, proper grammar, bitch, I want a Grammy (bitch)
Reppin’ the Porsche, laffy taffy (skrrt skrrt), and the top side panoramic (skrrt skrrt)
Access, granted (access), I’ma drug taste like candy (yum)
44 (bulldog), damage (woo), leave ’em hangin’ like a hangmen
Pull up with ’em when you do pull up, my niggas got snipers for when you do look up (pew, pew)
I got some Act’ in my ‘frigerator, nigga, you know it’s already put up (Act’)
Who got 5 on the cooker?

[Verse 1]
You got me feelin’ so lucky and I hope that you f*ck me
I hope that you love me cause I probably do
Ain’t that my f*ckin’ problem, man
These girls won’t make you happy
She said tell me something, a couple of stories
All the girls that broke me they were nothing like you
I guess I learned my lesson, got taught once
Don’t be a f*cking p*ssy, that’s what she told me
[Chorus]
Bye, bye, bye
Bop bop bop badap bop bop
Bye, bye, bye
Bop bop bop badap bop bop
[Verse 2]
I’m such a loser and my friends knew I’d lose her
I wake up with bruises cause now I’m a boozer
I had a lot of problems way before I knew her
And I’m feeling so scummy, I hope that you call me
I’ll tell everybody that I’m no longer lonely
You don’t have to be crazy, you did that once
Don’t be a f*cking phony, that’s what she told me
[Chorus]
Bye, bye, bye
Bop bop bop badap bop bop
Bye, bye, bye
Bop bop bop badap bop bop, oh, oh
[Bridge]
And I know that it’s wrong to love you for this long
Yes, that’s on me
And I know that it’s wrong to love you for this long
Guess that’s on me
[Outro]
I know I’m wrong for loving you too long
I wrote you all these songs I’ll never sing
Well I know I’m wrong for loving you too long
For coming on too strong, girl, that’s not me

You are an angel made of paper take me to yer golden home
Please don’t you give me no more freedom men do not have brave souls
Give me your friendship, give me kindness, break me off a piece of yer wing
I just can’t stand how you angels think that your the only ones who can sing
How I wish that I could fly: I wish that I could live
Take me away my oh angel of mine, I’ll take what you have to give
Please don’t think of it as a threat, I love you with all my mind
Consider it a humble bargain or else yer gonna have a fight
Take me to yer place
Medicine for cure
It’s too hot to walk
Flames cover my breath, and you
I ain’t afraid to bust out your windows
I ain’t afraid to knock down your door
Soft-soled or soft-souled oh let’s just make do
I ain’t scared, I ain’t scared to die no more

I’m a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A. Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says “son if it was up to me”
Went down to see my V.A. Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hands
Sent me off to a foreign land
to go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I’m a long gone daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. man
He said “son don’t you understand now”
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They’re still there he’s all gone
He had a woman in Saigon
I got a picture of her without arms
Down in the shadow of penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I’m ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain’t got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A. Born down in a dead man’s town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that’s been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A. I was born in the U.S.A.

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
I hear a lot about sinners
Don’t think that I’ll be a saint
But I might go down to the river
‘Cause the way that the sky opens up when we touch
Yeah, it’s making me say
[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
On God
Runnin’ to the altar like a track star
Can’t wait another second
‘Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy
[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
I don’t do well with the drama
And, no, I can’t stand it being fake
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
I don’t believe in nirvana
But the way that we love in the night gave me life
Baby, I can’t explain
[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
On God
Runnin’ to the altar like a track star
Can’t wait another second
‘Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy
[Bridge: Justin Bieber & Chance the Rapper]
They say we’re too young and
The pimps and the players say, "Don’t go crushin’"
Wise men say fools rush in
But I don’t know (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
They say we’re too young and
The pimps and the players say, "Don’t go crushin’"
Wise men say fools rush in
But I don’t know (Chance the Rapper)
[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
The first step pleases the Father
Might be the hardest to take
But when you come out of the water
I’m a believer, my heart is fleshy
Life is short with a temper like Joe Pesci
They always come and sing your praises, your name is catchy
But they don’t see you how I see you, Parlay and Desi
Cross, Tween, Tween, Hesi’ hit the jet speed
When they get messy, go lefty like Lionel Messi
Let’s take a trip and get the Vespas or rent a jetski
I know the spots that got the best weed, we goin’ next week
I wanna honor, wanna honor you
Bride’s groom, I’m my father’s child
I know when the son takes the first steps, the Father’s proud (Yes)
If you make it to the water, He’ll part the clouds (Uh)
I know He made you a snack like Oscar Proud (Mwah)
Suffer it to be so now gotta clean it up (Ooh)
Formalize the union in communion, He can trust (Woo)
I know I ain’t leavin’ you like I know He ain’t leavin’ us (Ah)
I know we believe in God, and I know God believes in us
[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
‘Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy
On God
Runnin’ to the altar like a track star
Can’t wait another second, on God
Runnin’ to the altar like a track star
Can’t wait another second, on God
Runnin’ to the altar like a track star
Can’t wait another second
‘Cause the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Feels so ho-ho-ho-holy