You know my name, shorty (Know my name)
Pull up on you right now, beat it out the frame, shorty (Out the frame)
I ain't have a girl since the last time I got head, yeah
When I do my thing, yeah, you know I put in that work
Ooh, yeah, give it to you good, good, good
Let you know I'm just a nigga from the hood, hood, hood
Uh-huh, one time for the real ones
Two times for the niggas who gon' kill somethin’ (Gllt, gllt)
First nigga in my city with a AK (AK)
Diamonds shining like in motherf*ckin’ HD (HD)
Pull up with the drip, yeah, you know I'm wavy (Drip)
I’d get you one, but you gotta be baby
[Chorus]
Make these freak lil' bitches go crazy (Go crazy)
Hit a bad bitch, real slim, no shady (No shady)
Whip my wrist, that shit go crazy (Whip)
Make these freak lil' bitches go crazy (Go crazy)
These freak lil' bitches go crazy (Yeah)
That my girl, she drive me crazy
Go crazy, go crazy (Yeah)
Make these freak lil’ bitches go crazy
[Verse 2]
God damn, shorty, I see you on the Gram (God damn)
Liking all your pictures, look better in person
You got a man, shorty (Man), but I'm the better one (Better one)
Drip, drip, drip, drip like a water gun
In the bed, me and you, that's a one on one
God damn, baby, you know I'ma f*ck it up
So give me brain, shorty (Brain)
You been through pain, shorty (Pain)
Me and you, we both the same, shorty (Same, shorty)
Me and you, we both the same, shorty
Beat it out the frame, shorty
Put you on a chain, shorty
Make you scream my name, shorty (Yeah)
Pull up in that range, shorty
Watch me do my thang, shorty
People keep on talking
We the ones that gettin' paid, shorty
We the ones that gettin' paid (Paid)
Diamonds shinin' in the shade (Shade)
I been in and out of state (State)
It's a party every day
Don't think, go crazy, go crazy, yeah
Go crazy, go crazy, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Make these freak lil' bitches go crazy (Go crazy)
Hit a bad bitch, real slim, no shady (No shady)
Whip my wrist, that shit go crazy (Whip)
Make these freak lil' bitches go crazy (Go crazy)
These freak lil' bitches go crazy (Yeah)
That my girl, she drive me crazy
Go crazy, go crazy (Yeah)
Make these freak lil' bitches go crazy
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah [Intro]
Yeah, ooh, yeah
[Verse 1]
What's your name, shorty? You know how the fame is (Fame is)
I’m in a game, shorty, but I ain't playin' (No)
Gotta watch my back ’cause I know that these niggas hatin'
I ain't trusting bitches, these bitches, they all be playin' (Ooh)
So what you sayin', shorty?

[Letra de "Burlesque"]
[Intro]
Sale el sol, llora el mar
Y otra vez dibujaré tu risa en la pared
[Verso 1]
Háblame de ayer, y juro ya no molestarte
Entregarme a la muerte o besarte
Cuando espero que calle tu voz
Esta noche azul
Bebamos licores furiosos
Hasta ver los faroles borrosos
Mientras canto este verso final
[Coro]
Sale el sol, llora el mar
Y otra vez dibujaré tu risa en la pared
Con zapatos de un hombre antiguo
Y mi oscuro antifaz
[Verso 2]
Y hace tiempo estoy acá
Lucho por la vida y por la libertad
Con ansias de bajar de este tren
Con gente enferma en un vagón
Y policías de cartón
Duendes y asesinos
Que no me dejan descansar
[Puente]
Y basta de vivir así
Quiero despedirme aquí
¿Cuando vas a regresar? (¿Dónde estás?)
Borracho te espero en la orilla
Como nubes que viajan con prisa
Ya no tiene sentido esperar
[Coro]
Sale el sol, llora el mar
Y otra vez dibujaré tu risa en la pared
Sale el sol, llora el mar
Y otra vez dibujaré tu risa en la pared
Sale el sol, llora el mar
Y otra vez dibujaré tu risa en la pared
[Outro]
Sale el sol y otra vez
Prometo que sin prisa
Dibujaré tu risa en la pared
No, no, no, yo ya no puedo más mi amor
Sale el sol y otra vez
Prometo que sin prisa
Dibujaré tu risa en la pared ¿Dónde estás mi amor?


Da steht “Eigentum von Johnny” eingerahmt von einem Herz
Und Johnny, das ist wohl der
Jetzt weiß ich, Du hast Recht
Die Welt ist schlecht! [Strophe 1]
Am Morgen mit ‘nem zweitem Kopf aufgewacht
Die letzte Kippe noch in meinem Mund
Die Selbstachtung kam mir abhanden letzte Nacht
Sie hat jetzt ‘nen anderen, das ist der Grund
Das Hämmern in meinem Kopf läßt nur noch Schemen zu
Von der Erinnerung, die mich plagt
Hinter geschlossenen Lidern fällt mir wieder ein
Was mein Großvater in solchen Fällen sagt
Und ich wette er hat Recht
Die Welt ist schlecht! [Gitarren-Solo]
[Strophe 3]
Bevor ich verduften kann hat Johnny Frühstück gemacht
Frischer Saft und weichgekochte Eier
Sowas hast Du zu unserer Zeit doch nie Zustande gebracht
Nicht mal zu meiner Geburtstagsfeier
Weil der Gedanke an Dich mich wieder traurig werden läßt
Nimmt Johnny mich in seinen starken Arm
Da überkommt mich ein überwältigendes Gefühl
Und mein Herz wird wohlig warm
Zwar ist die Welt oft schlecht
Doch auch gerecht
Doch auch gerecht
Die Welt ist schlecht! Die Welt ist schlecht! [Strophe 2]
Ich riskiere ein Auge, denn direkt neben mir
Spür’ ich die Nähe der unangenehmen Art
Da liegt ein tätowierter, muskulöser Mann
Er ist nackt und wirklich furchtbar behaart
Außerdem schmerzt mein Arm, “Ach, Du Scheiße, was ist das
‘ne Tätowierung, wo kommt die denn her?

Politickin’ and petitionin’
Tryna stick to the dream but really don’t know what the mission is
Confused like a Muslim takin’ in Shahada
Gettin’ baptized durin’ his christening
Never got to open gifts on Christmas Eve
‘Cause it was only three gifts under that Christmas tree
We’ll get the rest when mama get her next check
Leftover dinner from last week, this week we ate for breakfast
Granny go to church, but the reverend ain’t all that friendly
Every time we go to church, he point me out tryna offend me
And his congregation defend him, hypocrisy gettin’ trendy
Actin’ like his soul clean when we know that his spirit dingy
[Chorus: TWO14]
Feel like you ain’t got nobody
And it seems like God’s asleep
Anxiety is burnin’ deep, can barely breathe
Therapy
We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
Thug therapy
[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
Uh, all I wanted to do was just be free
But every time I turn around, they pointin’ a finger at me
I’m tired of bein’ the victim, I’m tired of bein’ at blame
I’m tired of coverin’ my pain, tired of livin’ in shame
Thoughts of a person that’s just goin’ through the struggle
Yeah, you just want the diamonds, but you don’t wanna hustle
Hard to stay focused when the game shift
Confidence destroyed, your own mama say you ain’t shit
And daddy never loved you, granny never hugged you
Big brother showed you tough love, just f*cked up and bugged you
Turned you to a thug who got chips on his shoulder
A lost little boy who’s strugglin’ gettin’ older
Aggravated by oppression, turned to depression
Wonder why he gettin’ high, ’cause he always stressin’
Screamin’, “f*ck the world, don’t nobody care for me”
Pray for him, we all need therapy
[Chorus: TWO14]
Feel like you ain’t got nobody
And it seems like God’s asleep
Anxiety is burnin’ deep, can barely breathe
Therapy
We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy [Intro: TWO14]
Thug Therapy
(Goddamnit, DJ D-Higgs, you did it again)
[Chorus: TWO14]
Feel like you ain’t got nobody
And it seems like God’s asleep
Anxiety is burnin’ deep, can barely breathe
Therapy
We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
Thug therapy
[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
We all need a shoulder we can lean on
‘Specially for them times that you weak but you seem strong
Life get tough when the drink and the weed gone
And your reality a nightmare, so it’s hard to get your dream on
Many nights I sat in darkness tryna find the light
Demons playin’ with my mind and they’re hard to fight
Still hear my mama’s voice, but she was nowhere in my sight
(Stan, it’s gon’ be alright)
I hear you, mama, but it’s easier said than done
They just caught my lil’ brother, he was on the run
He a two-strike felon, they tryna plant him with a gun
I just pray that God’s favor in his favor when he in front of that judge
My daughter just turned ten, got me thinkin’ where the time went
Me and her mama make her life great, it’s beyond lit
And this for anybody that really care for me
Pray for me, we all need therapy
[Chorus: TWO14]
Feel like you ain’t got nobody
And it seems like God’s asleep
Anxiety is burnin’ deep, can barely breathe
Therapy
We all, we all, we all, we all need therapy
Thug therapy
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Men lie, women lie, numbers don’t lie
But numbers don’t always tell the truth to the eye
Man, that’s true testimony, documented from my past
He gave you 20, I gave you 20, but that 20 my last
Huh, you ever pray to God and wonder if he even listenin’?

To me he’s a fabulous character
(He’s near and I glow)
A fabulous character
(And I love him so)
He walks by my side
And I dance on air
I find he’s kind of a special guy
(My heart can’t be wrong)
I kiss him and I know why
(My life is a song)
He’s so marvelous
No one can compare
Till now my life was a merry-go-round
I never knew a carefree day
And then it happened, I suddenly found
The someone who could make me feel this way
To me he’s a fabulous character
(He’s all I can see)
A fabulous character
(And he’ll always be)
What’s more fabulous
He belongs to me

[Verse 1: Jeremiah Bligen]
Shooting shots and purpose is where the rims at
What he put into my hand trying to flip that
Knocked down a couple times from the kickback
Grace, keep my lid on straight like a chin strap
It’s a struggle to juggle
Building and using muscle
While balancing trying to beam
Breeding hustle and humble
Being aware of the schemes
Pride will have us disgruntled
Or emboldened with arrogance
Grading ourselves using others
As the rubric when our movements
Should be based and congruent
With the will of God for our lives
Not what the next man is doing
See, way too often we get exhausted
By the fraudulent losses
And gains that look great on another corpse
When it’s a one-person race
It’s just me and the ghost, our
Trials a matter of time
Like Mario Kart — I
Pray we’ll band together
Know we all play a part
In the orchestra of God
No insignificant parts
Salute
[Hook: Jeremiah Bligen]
Running man, got my eyes on the prize
That’s a person not a possession, I am
In the one-person race to my finish line, nobody else qualifies — Do
Just what he gave us to do
Love’s what we’re triggered to shoot — Move
Just how he placed us to move
What’s for me is for me, and you, you
No contest
[Verse 2: Mild Genius]
Pounding the pavement, how my vision gets clear
Only competition is the one I see in the mirror
When you’re confident in Christ, there ain’t no being inferior
The kingdom is nearer, let’s focus on the Being that’s superior
Christ is the Lord
Not rapping for the mics or The Source
As life runs its course
We struggle putting life in these bars
I’m liking these bars
The match is bringing light to the dark
Pipes in the wall
Living water to cyphers explored
If I’m focused on making it, getting paper or cheddar
I’m indebted, enemy of the cross, a blatant vendetta
Only worthy of the shame and being taken to Hell where it’s hot
I’m talking hotter than Jamaica with sweaters
No that love wax cold and they can’t feel this
If we aim to please Christ, ain’t no way we’ll miss
This is iron on iron and the blood runs swift
We gonna infiltrate the world and everything still lit
One hundred
[Hook: Jeremiah Bligen]
Running man, got my eyes on the prize
That’s a person not a possession, I am
In the one-person race to my finish line, nobody else qualifies — Do
Just what he gave us to do
Love’s what we’re triggered to shoot — Move
Just how he placed us to move
What’s for me is for me, and you, you
No contest
[Verse 3: Jeremiah Bligen]
I’m trying to shed the restrictions that’s within competition
Unhealthy standards based on ego and godless living
Not boast in being the most clean dirty person
But count my neighbors better than I like a census worker
Not trying to be better than you but the best me
Work to be great to honor God and not to compete
That’s not an excuse to be mediocre, lazy, or fools
But to be careful about whose standards I choose to use
Comparing ain’t the root of evil, it’s the root of envy
Like turntables, robbing us all of thanksgiving
Let’s turn the tables and be grateful for the grace given
Discontentment is never quenched, it always wants different
No, I ain’t trying to beat what I should build
Jump in front of others when I should yield
I ain’t trying coach it if should ref it
Those stripes healed, no matter the call it is still a blessing
It is blessed
To be named among the people that’s forgiven truly
God had mercy, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it
No pleasure in another’s error, never looking down
Unless it’s to lend support ’cause we all prone to fail
Yes I have stolen, yes I have lied
Lusted, rebelled, committed murder in heart and mind
Horizontal or vertical, the plea is the same
No contest — a sinner acquitted in Jesus’ name
Salute

[Verse 1]
Falling, catching, breathing, holding on
My only wish, please stay here longer
Your body against mine
Our wait is almost over
[Chorus]
Let it all just melt away
There’re no distractions
Let it all just melt away
Becoming one light
[Verse 2]
You know the words before I say them
Actions written together
[Chorus]
Let it all just melt away
There’re no distractions
Let it all just melt away
Becoming one light
[Outro]
Love of my youth, I will rejoice with you

Si me arranco la piel
Dejando que el placer
Defina cada sensación
Debo confesar que el mundo sigue ahí
Y no lo haré sin ti
Entrégate y no pienses
Entrégate y no pienses más
[Imstrumental]
[Coro]
¿Y Cuál es mi lugar? Si me arranco la piel
Dejando que el placer
Defina cada sensación
Debo confesar que el mundo sigue ahí
Y no lo haré sin ti
Entrégate y no pienses
Entrégate y no pienses, no
[Puente]
No pienses, no pienses
No pienses más en esto
No pienses, no pienses
No pienses más en esto
Entrégate y no
Entrégate y no pienses, no
No pienses, no pienses
No pienses más en esto
No pienses, no pienses
No pienses más en esto
Entrégate y no, entrégate y no
[Outro]
Vuela lejos, no mires atrás [Letra de “Jazz 1920”]
[Verso 1]
¿Dónde voy? Vivo dando vueltas al revés
Se hace de día y me tiemblan los pies
Vuelvo a suspirar
¿Y qué más da? Si me arranco la piel
Dejando que el placer
Defina cada sensación
Debo confesar que el mundo sigue ahí
Y no lo haré sin ti
Entrégate y no pienses más
Vuela lejos, no mires atrás
[Verso 2]
Te encontré
Con esa mirada de algodón
Pateando latas en un callejón
Te quieres escapar
Pero no caeré, no
Tengo la certeza de que al fin
En este juego soy un comodín
Por eso vuelvo a suplicarte
[Pre-Coro]
Olvida tu niñez, tu horrible timidez
Estoy tan cerca y no pienso perder
[Coro]
¿Cuál es mi lugar? La escenografía se arruinó
Mi candelabro que ya se oxidó
Es tiempo de aceptar que
[Pre-Coro]
Ya no sirve llorar, hay mucho en que pensar
Logré subir y no pienso bajar
[Coro]
¿Cuál es mi lugar?

Wenn es Abend wird, drunt am Alpensee
Und die Nacht rückt langsam näher
Wenn die Lerche steigt und die Sonne sinkt
Ja, da wird mir denn mein kleines Herzerl schwer
Und dann kehre ich in eine Wirtschaft ein
Wo man ungestört noch sitzen kann
Und dann trinke ich ein kleines Glaserl Wein
Und dann schau' ich mir die lieben Leute an
Da ist der Weichlinger mit seinem BMW
Der fährt auch, wenn er besoffen ist
Er hat keine Angst um seinen Führerschein
Denn er selber ist ja hier der Polizist
Und die Frau Wirtin ist eine Witwe jetzt
Und sie führt die Wirtschaft ganz allein
Denn der Wirt ging fremd mit seiner schönsten Kuh
Und da schenkte sie ihm Zyankali ein
Sieben Jahr ists her, dass Franzens Vater starb
Sieben Jahr sind eine lange Zeit
Und jetzt sitzt er da in seinem Jaguar
Denn der dicke Rentenscheck, der kommt noch heut'
Und die Heidelind hat schon ihr drittes Kind
Dabei ist sie gerad erst 17 Jahr
Und die Kleinen sind alle mongoloid
Denn denn der Vater ist ihr lieber Herr Papa
Da is mei Lehrerin, der ich so dankbar bin
Weil ich heute schreiben und lesen kann
Und in den Ferien, da fährt sie nach Schwerin
Und da zünd sie Asylantenheime an
Und der Herr Pfarrer steht bei der Annegret
Und er lächelt stets so fromm und froh
Und vor der Kommunion steckt er den braven Buam
Eine gottgeweihte Kerze in den Po
Wenn es Abend wird drunt am Alpensee
Und die Nacht rückt langsam näher
Wenn die Lerche steigt und und ihr Lied erklingt
Ja, da wird mir dann mein kleines Herzerl schwer

[Intro]
Uh, The Jacka
(I know you know, ayy)
Uh, Remy (J)
Love you, bruh, ‘preciate this one
(I know they know what this is)
TT3, uh
[Chorus: The Jacka]
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
[Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B.]
Uh, still in the trenches with the killers and the dealers
And the dopeboys post on the corner
And for a rock, man a knock, he’ll give you his droptop
I rock it, that’s a loner
Call them dope fiend rentals, knocked out like dope fiend dentals
If don’t nobody know you on the spot then you ain’t official
You can ask the OGs, you can ask the young G’s
Everybody know me, ball like Kobe
Dirt by my lonely, need no codeine
Watched my daddy get high, damn near OD’d
He off that heron stick, I’m off that syrup and shit
I used to pour it, tap it, mix it and sip
Grab a Sprite, make sure you mix it right
Roll a little blunt of that Kryptonite
You know I’m on like shit tonight
Got Oops with me, so I ain’t slippin’, right
I miss The Jack, this a fact
Damn, wish I really could get him back
But it’s shit like that that really hit like that
When you really dwellin’ where them killers at
Where them niggas at, and them drillers at
And them flippers at, that be flippin’ packs
Man, I grew up, yeah, with them powder heads
That be gettin’ high and they be sniffin’ sacks
They double up and then dippin’ back
Got the hammer on him, he’ll split his hat
Don’t care how hard it get, real niggas know the script, don’t never rat
[Chorus: The Jacka]
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
Hard to be humble in this jungle when these animals free
Where niggas don’t move their lips and if it’s beef, that cannon gon’ speak
Tryna make an animal of me, but I got handles in these streets
A dog-eat-dog-eat world, that’s why sometimes gotta Hannibal these G’s
I shed tears for all my thugs that’s no longer here and they’re gone
If I could call Heaven, man, I swear I’d get The Jack on the phone
Put my mama on speaker, raised by the dope fiends and tweakers
I knew my nigga didn’t wanna do it, but he needed them sneakers
Grew up in houses that was cold, stayin’ quiet, that’s the code
Where I’m from, some never grow, still on the corner at 40 years old
Dressin’ like a young nigga, pants on sag
With a mouth full of rocks or a bundle in a bag
And the old nigga mad ’cause the lil’ nigga savv’
So he try to steal his stash and he wanna stop his cash
Then the lil’ nigga flash and he go and get his Gat
And the nigga told him, “Bruh, give that nigga a pass”
But the lil’ nigga mad and he ’bout to go back
And he shot four shots to the OG’s ass
And that’s how it go where I’m from
But you wouldn’t know where I’m from
If you don’t come to the slums
Where they be killin’ for crumbs
[Chorus: The Jacka]
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
She don’t know me yet, but she love The Jack
Killers where we at, dealers where we at
You chillin’ where we at, you know where you at
Killin’ for our rep, you don’t know us yet
[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]
And all he know is murder, all he know is kill
Raised around on fake shit, he don’t even know what’s real
Nah, he don’t even know his dad, heard the nigga took a deal
15 locked down in the Pen, tryna wait for an appeal
My lil’ nigga poppin’ pills, all prescriptions, though
And when he pop a pill, he get to trippin’, though
Put the Xan off in the bowl, get to flashin’ on this four
Sippin’ syrup and he sniffin’ coke
Robbin’ niggas, make ’em hit the floor
Off them Percocets, he become a threat
And now nobody trust him on the set
Stripped the dice game the other night
Took his chain right off his neck
But he on that bully shit, and young niggas ain’t goin’ for it, though
‘Cause no bullies last where I’m from, cuz
Lil’ nigga like he got us f*cked up, nigga, tough luck

[Intro]
Ready? [Verse 1]
Staring ‘cross the water at my lonely reflection
Sharing a distant memory, without the thing I need
[Verse 2]
My coffee table, looks sort of gloomy
It ran away, like the lonely summer breeze
[Chorus 1]
Staring ‘cross the water at what might be
But the only thing that is real is right in front of me
[Vocalizing]
[Verse 3]
Staring ‘cross the water at what might be
Sharing a distant memory, without the thing I need
[Chorus 2]
Staring ‘cross the water at what might be
But the only thing that is real is right in front of me
[Chorus 3]
Staring ‘cross the water at what might be
But the only thing that is real is right in front of me

Darn that dream I dream each night
You say you love me and hold me tight
But when I awake and you’re out of sight
Oh, darn that dream
Darn your lips and darn your eyes
They lift me high above the moonlit sky
Then I tumble out of paradise
Oh, darn that dream
Darn that one-track mind of mine
I can’t understand that you don’t care
Just to change the mood I’m in
I’d welcome a nice old nightmare
Darn that dream and bless it too
Without that dream I never have you
But it haunts me and it won’t come true
Oh, darn that dream