FaceTime

(FaceTime)
I won’t waste your time if you don’t waste mine (don’t waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon’ taste mine (taste mine)
I won’t take your love for granted if you don’t take mine (take mine)
–Refrain–
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, yeah
–Verse 2–
I take her shoppin’, that’s easy
Fuck the summer, I ball all season
She don’t want me to think that she easy
But she ain’t tryna make it seem like she teasin’
We just chillin’ at the bar and she cheesin’
Buy a hundred shots for no reason
Man, I’m tryna take you home this evening
Brown liquor got her panties leakin’
That nigga stealin’ pussy, he thiefin’
OG Kush, I’m chiefin’
Let me swim inside your pool, yeah, the deep end
And we can get drunk all weekend
–Chorus–
I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won’t waste your time if you don’t waste mine (don’t waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon’ taste mine (taste mine)
I won’t take your love for granted if you don’t take mine (take mine) (FaceTime)
I won’t waste your time if you don’t waste mine (don’t waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon’ taste mine (taste mine)
I won’t take your love for granted if you don’t take mine (take mine)
–Refrain–
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, baby
We can get drunk all weekend
Let’s get drunk all weekend, yeah
–Chorus–
I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? You strong
Ain’t no need to play no games, I’m grown
Out there cheating, man, it turn ya heart cold
She don’t wanna hear the lies, it’s old
Takin’ shots even when it’s too strong
Fuck a nigga, liquor make her moan
Gotta get up in the mornin’, she grown
I be drankin’, I be drivin’, I’m wrong
Had a long day at work and I know
I can’t text my girl, I’m on my way home
–Chorus–
I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? (FaceTime)
I won’t waste your time if you don’t waste mine (don’t waste mine)
Girl I wanna taste yours if you gon’ taste mine (taste mine)
I won’t take your love for granted if you don’t take mine (take mine)
I’m too drunk to text so can we FaceTime? Lyrics to ‘FaceTime’ by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
Henny and my sister long gone
Speedin’ on the E way, all gone
Girl you put up with that nigga?

Thug Life

Lyrics to ‘Thug Life’ by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
Scrape the corner
Buy a Rover
Crack inside my [?] sofa
Sunday, family coming over
Move the crack behind the toaster
Carry pistols with no holsters
Trying not to be a poster
You was listening to your coaches
I was listening to the vultures
And I slept with rats and roaches
That’s why I don’t smoke no roaches
Niggas tryna knock my focus
Wonder why I’m sick of potion
We have a dog but we ain’t jokers
Big bullets, lead poking
In that pussy, slow motion
Nigga ain’t none of my songs [?]
–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
–Verse 2–
Old style but nigga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see-through
Gang, gang, screaming “Fuck you, they want to eat you”
My son got asthma, now I’m having spasms
Fuck the [?] he ‘gone [?], put ’em on the platter
Snakes plotting on my downfall like I’m hearing rattle
(That fuck nigga gone flop man
21 ain’t even no real nigga, fuck that nigga)
We sticking to the G code, nigga we ain’t beefin’ over freak ho’s
I hit her on the D low, yeah she like my [?]
That nigga think that he a bullet, don’t like credit, Deebow
30-round hangin’ out the big lot
Ain’t no six shots [?] to a quick stop
[?]
Nigga ain’t pullin’ up [?]
Too much money got ’em pissed off
Nigga, I’mma pull up at yo bitch house
Fuck a niggas bitch, she get a kick out it
Nigga pop [?], ‘gone get a kick out it
Drinking on syrup with my dick out
Glock-17 with my dick out
–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
–Bridge–
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
Whatchu want, ho, I got whatchu want, ho
I’mma tint, president, like I’m Trump though
Secrest service shooters, leave ’em niggas slumped, dawg
Denzel, I get surgical with this pump, dawg
Busting down, breaking down, then I put it in a blunt, dawg
Made [?], I got 21 [?]
In my face, [?] in the same count
I was down, bad and now I’m shining like a [?]
You put a ring on her, she ain’t nothing but a drought
The kicked me outta middle school and sent me to the house
We ’bout that gunplay, nigga, motherfuck ‘yo count
19, I bought a Cutlass, four 12’s and a [?]
Beating down Glenwood, nigga, feeling like a champ
Nigga, we ain’t taking no deals
Lil nigga we ain’t snitching, we ain’t making no sound
Used to jump niggas, now we jumping in a crowd
Used to make mama cry, now I make her proud
I remember rainy days but now she like the sound
–Chorus–
I’m thinking to myself you ain’t gang, nigga, fuck you
Feel like 2Pac, Thug Life, nigga, fuck you
If he had the password to your phone he wouldn’t have cuffed you
Dog ass bitch, I knew I never should’ve trusted you
Ho stab a nigga in the back like the streets do
Can’t believe that you betrayed me, I used to sleep with you
Niggas quick to say they loyal to you, they be see through
Gang, gang, screaming “Fuck you, they want to eat you”

Baby Girl

Lyrics to ‘Baby Girl’ by 21 Savage:

–Intro–
Yeah, whole [?] ’round my muhfuckin’ neck, nigga
Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, nigga
Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga
–Verse 1–
Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can’t change
Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain’t got home training
Yeah, [?] chains, too many karats
Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity
Yeah, I’m a gangster, you a bitch, clearly
Yeah, can’t let a broke bitch get near me
Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely
Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring
[?], I’m on some other shit, bitch boy
Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy
You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy
All you niggas get capped, I’m the real McCoy
Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, chips ahoy
Yeah, had to block a number ’cause the bitch annoying
No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign
Red, red, [?] bed, got a nigga snoring
–Chorus–
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, girl
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl
–Verse 2–
Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank redemption
Bitch, I [?], I don’t walk ’round with tension
Gots a island girl and she come from St. Vincent
Pull up with a choppers, nigga started running, not flinching
Bitch, I’m [?], I be running like henchmen
Bitch, you better be a pro
‘Cause you ain’t finna learn how to suck on this dick
Bitch, [?], extended clip on the bottom of this shit
Bitch, [?] and 204, they makin’ me biscuits
Hoe, I’m really rich, don’t know what a bitch thought
VVS bitch, they doin’ a crip walk
Niggas act like [?], you might as well hit chalk
[?] partner throwin’ up the pitchfork
Put it in a bowl and whip it ’til it get hard
I don’t smoke weed ’cause it make me shh-noid
I pull up with the stick and let this bitch [?]
Swear I would’ve shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks
–Chorus–
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout money, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Ye ain’t talkin’ ’bout fuckin’, I ain’t stayin’, baby girl
Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl
Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl
–Outro–
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
Nah, for real, dog, nah, for real, dog
21

Bad Business

Lyrics to ‘Bad Business’ by 21 Savage:

–Intro–
Yeah lil bitch, yeah
Know what goin’ on lil bitch, yeah
Big dawg lil bitch
Yeah come suck a big dick, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Ow, wow, wow, wow
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
–Verse 1–
Hellcat speed racin’ (speed racin’)
Suck it ’til your knees achin’ (knees achin’)
Bitch I ain’t got no patience (no patience)
I’m finna take a vacation (a vacation)
Saint Laurent jacket, thirty-five thou (yeah)
Cartier shades, twenty-five thou (yeah)
You ready to tell, I can see it in your eyes dawg (yeah)
I ain’t got no license but I still drive dawg (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, real fast, yeah (21, 21)
Project bitch, real ass, yeah (real ass)
On that Glenwood I made a lot of cash, yeah (real cash)
At the bottom, up in Hollow sellin’ bags, yeah (real bags)
You niggas got me fucked up, you got me twisted (yeah)
I pull it out the boxers and then she lick it (yeah)
I’m smoking on some moonrock, this shit is sticky (yeah)
That Golden State troopers, I’m finna hit it (skrt)
–Pre-Chorus–
Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (yeah), I’ll smash in it (yeah)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (yeah)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (yeah)
–Chorus–
Bitch I’m bad business (21), bitch I’m bad business (woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (woah, woah)
Bitch I’m bad business (woah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
–Verse 2–
Niggas talk (21)
Hoes talk (lil bitch)
Thirty on the Glock, let the poles talk (21, 21)
Party on the yacht, brought the hoes out (21, 21)
All my niggas on the yacht sewn out (yeah)
I’m in the Hellcat doin’ donuts (yeah)
Your baby mama sleepin’ on the blow-up (blow-up)
Mad Max nigga with the blood clot (the blood clot)
Four-five leave you with a blood clot (a blood clot)
Savage ’round killers nigga, oh shit (oh shit)
Percocets and lean, that’s my dosage (facts)
I heard you got them bags, get your door kicked (smash)
Four four two with the floor shift (rah)
–Pre-Chorus–
Do the dash in it (yeah), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (woah), I’ll smash in it (I’ll smash)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (my mans)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (xans)
–Chorus–
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Bitch I’m bad business (yeah), bitch I’m bad business (yeah)
Alright

Close My Eyes

Have you ever made a nigga mama cry, nigga? Do or die nigga gotta do or die, nigga
If you ain’t the one doing it, you gon’ die, nigga
Sometimes I look at God and I wonder “why,” nigga
Why my niggas had to be the ones that had to die, nigga
They killed one, we gon’ kill 5, nigga
Winter time, we gon’ set your block on fire, nigga
Yeah, yeah, like the 4th July, nigga
Broad day, lettin’ them bullets fly, nigga
Pull up with a stick like I’m side, nigga
Gang gang, dare a nigga to try it, nigga
–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog Lyrics to ‘Close My Eyes’ by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
Lot of shots, 30s on Glock
Put you on [?], put ’em in a casket, yeah
Pull up on a Banshee, yeah
Nigga, fuck your handshake, yeah
I feel like I’m the last real rapper ’cause these niggas weird
Nah, these niggas queers sippin’ at Cheers
In my own lane, nigga, watch where you steer
Think I got ’em scared, shot ’em in the beard
That’s a chin check, I’m certified everywhere
Man, I’m certified for real, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Used to record [?] on deal, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Pillow talking get you killed, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
[?] niggas say I’m ill, nigga
Nah, for real, nigga
Bought a pawn shop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Keep my gun cocked for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Nigga, we bond drop for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
Cut your lawns off for real, bitch
Nah, for real, bitch
–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
–Verse 2–
[?] make it y’alls law
Nah, for real, dog
This bitch done got me pissed off
Need a pill, dog
Tryna make a brick law, we’d be rich, dog
Tryna make a brick law, we’d be rich, dog
I bought a 9 and he front a 9, that’s a half a brick
Got a ‘Rari nigga in the back still in the 6
We was young, you was on the swing, I was playin’ with sticks
In the trap, listenin’ for the brakes on a Crown Vic
Hit a muhfuckin’ squeak, we gon’ hit the cut
Trickin’ niggas in the spot, we gon’ stick ’em up
[?], coroner gon’ pick ’em up
Breaking news gang, nigga, put your trigger finger up
Yeah, all my niggas throwed off
Drive by, shoot your doors off
Turn your photo to a [?], nigga
Yeah, knock the noodles out your soup, nigga
Yeah, zone 6 niggas love to shoot niggas
Yeah, you heard ’bout it
Nigga, we ain’t worried ’bout ya
Hang around real shotters, hang around real robbers
Y’all nigga real killers, pullin’ up real [?]
–Chorus–
I don’t wanna go to sleep, I’m way too high, dog
I can’t get no sleep, I swear I’m way too high, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
[?] when it’s time to ride, dog
If you froze up last time, you can’t ride, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
I see dead bodies when I close my eyes, dog
–Verse 3–
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Go against the gang, that’s like suicide, dog
Walk ups only when I’m shooting a drive, dog
We woke the neighbors up, at first the street was quiet, dog
Have you ever did a real homicide, nigga?

Bank Account

Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bitch like O’Neal, dog
I shoot like Reggie Mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
–Chorus–
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
–Verse 3–
Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bitch, she say I got that roulette dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that rural shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fuck ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bitch, she get jiggy with me
Keep that siggy with me
Bitch, I’m Mad Max, you know I got Ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case they wanna get busy with me
‘Rari matte black and I got a Bentley with me
–Chorus–
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
–Outro–
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard Lyrics to ‘Bank Account’ by 21 Savage:

–Verse 1–
I buy a new car for the bitch (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bitch (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bitch (no)
She fucking with bosses and shit (oh God)
I pull up in ‘rari’s and shit, with choppers and Harley’s and shit (for real)
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (a chair)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (Oh god)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like Chingy (Chingy)
Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bitch, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a Saint Laurent jacket (yeah)
Bitch, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bitch)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cut for no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a ho bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘Rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Niggas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a Ghost, no Casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no [?]
–Chorus–
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (Oh, God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
In my bank account, yeah (Oh God)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (Oh God)
–Verse 2–
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Regular, buy the seats, I got a house on the hill, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nigga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna Tweet about me, nigga?

Buried Alive – Numb Lyrics

BURIED ALIVENumb Lyrics
Suffering from my own demons
Where there’s no feelings, there can’t be pain
Where there’s no trust, there’s no betrayal
Where your taught not to care, all that grows inside is hate. Where their solution is violence, violence is your escape
Suffering my own demons.Take a good look at what you’ve done to me
Left alone, so i’ll stay alone
When you don’t open up, there’s nothing inside to break
And if you let no one close,there’s no one to push away
So take a good look at what youve done to me
Left alone, so i’ll stay alone and in myself I’ll believe

Zack Hemsey – The Arrival Lyrics

ZACK HEMSEYThe Arrival Lyrics
Verse 1:
He left work for a 2-week leave
Overdue for some rest indeed
Heading north to a place upstream
Where his wife and his son now waited to receive
One quiet home deep in retreat
Where nobody would know where to reach
But imposition of warfare would hit square and turn off
delight
And the shock had a force to invite
Such a fear that would drive him to flight
Cuz it turned out his wife wasn’t safe on this night
A fear that would cause him to pause
And to pull from his draw his Benelli M4
And to haul in his jeep full floor
With a vengeful jaw on an end life score
But before he could settle this he was bedeviled and
blown
By the way she’d hung up the phone
Her last words now a drone
They had him feeling just oh so cold
We are not alone
We are not alone
Verse 2:
And when it hits you get hit with it
And when it breaks you get broke with it
And when it lights you explode in it
And when it goes you just loathe in it
This is what you call an upheaval
Something like a nightmare’s equal
But he had the presence of mind
To reject thought lines of heroic retrieval
Cuz he heard the panic in her tone
And he felt the weight of unknown
He sensed their helplessness
In the best defense called the local patrol
And dispatch arranged for a probe
Meanwhile he tried redial on the phone
About 4 hours till he showed
Rushed into the house to find no one was home
Verse 3:
Full search ensues
Up and down stairs through every room
A lay of the grounds brought views without vehicles or
shoes
He was quite confused
No evidence of forced entry
No signs of struggle, there’s no sign of trouble
He refused to accept this
He would attempt connections
No, the search resumes
If no footprints then he knew
Entry had to be gained from the chimney’s flue
From the rooftop and trees he drew
A path to the woods, now he left to pursue
30 acres till the river brought it through
With this much land he’d need a plane or a few
Well the Feds made it two and the search party grew
But nothing ever did yield any clues
That was 10 years ago
10 years of no rest and nowhere to go
For 10 years he prayed it a ruse
10 years of theories, no truth
We are not alone

Zombies – I’ll Keep Trying Lyrics

ZOMBIESI’ll Keep Trying Lyrics
In the night you’ll hear me crying
That’s because I’m sad that I’m away from you
If there’s something on my mind
Take no notice
No, I’m just trying to think of something else
If I weren’t, that’s my business
Anytime I want to cry
If I want to feed this sickness
Keep away from me
Cause I’ll keep trying till you come on home
(Keep trying)
Keep trying (keep trying)
Till my time has come
Keep trying till you come on home to me
You thought you could throw away
Everything I gave you just a say a word
Can’t you see that you were wrong
Can’t you see I knew how long you’d lied and cheated
If I weren’t, that’s my business
Anytime I want to cry
If I want to feed this sickness
Keep away from me
Cause I’ll keep trying till you come on home
(Keep trying)
Keep trying (keep trying)
Till my time has come
Keep trying till you come on home to me
If I weren’t, that’s my business
Anytime I want to cry
If I want to feed this sickness
Keep away from me
Cause I’ll keep trying till you come on home
(Keep trying)
Keep trying (keep trying)
Till my time has come
Keep trying till you come on home to me

Charred Walls Of The Damned – Reach Into The Light Lyrics

CHARRED WALLS OF THE DAMNEDReach Into The Light Lyrics
Darkness we have left behind
This journey shared so many times
Beneath the waters black and grey
The cold welcomes us here to stay
The smell of emptiness surrounds
The putrid stench of underground
The dead still seek the ones they meet
And keep them in this world so deep
Reach into the light
Open your mind to sight
Reach into the light
Creatures roaming tracks we take
Sacrifice the deal we make
Without you I wll not move
Throughout this abysmal womb
The energy surrounding me
Pieces of my history
Inside of the air we breathe
The sweet release can you believe
Reach into the light
Open your mind to sight
Reach into the light
The darkness that we left behind

Dj Khaled – On Everything Lyrics

[Travis Scott:]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
[Travis Scott (Rick Ross):]
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
(Aye, DJ Khaled, I’d die for you my nigga)
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
(So you already know I’d kill for you)
Bentley car and matching Rollie, that’s on everything
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah
[Rick Ross:]
Diamonds dripping on me, she know who the one
Two seaters every season and I just begun
Aquafina, she dripping puddles on a sunny day
Multi-million dollar plays and that’s a hundred ways
f**k a fashion, we come mashing out her man’s seats
Top down, JFK, I pray he get impeached
Say no names, Supreme underwear, and like 80 chains
Hundred for the rich forever perspective, never change
Petty bitches posting niggas like they would win in pictures
Evidently, I’m getting richer, tricking seven figures
Ain’t no difference when you see and what’s on television
Chasing a hundred million, baby my natural ambition
Boss
[Travis Scott:]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Bentley car and matching Rollie, that’s on everything
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah
[Big Sean:]
I took my life and bossed it up
I took the risk, coin tossed it up
I just left work to work some more, I’m still a workaholic
I done sacrificed it all, paid the dues and costs
Life will test us all, let’s see if we true or false
I walk up to my fate and stared that shit in the face
Hungry for the competition, bitch get on my plate
No mercy, no grace, I’m checkin’ off my to-do list
There’s no room off in the schedule its only room for improvement
And I realized all I needed was in me, nigga
S on my chest boy so shots can’t even pinch me, nigga
No substitute for me, but they gon’ still tempt me nigga
God is in me, that’s the only one who can end me nigga
And we seen more blessings than a Baptist Ebenezer
My daddy says you got a good girl she’s a keeper
Boy, I’m a Caesar, I see shit and seize it
Roc-A-Fella chain, but you can still get Ethered
Yeah, they don’t really f**king feel me man, but when you really run it they try and clip your Achilles
I’m on track to a billi’, I got Khaled f**kin’ with me
That mean I got the Holy Key and the key to the city
[Travis Scott:]
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
If I ever, I move onto better things
I just copped a mansion for my son on everything, yeah
All my life, that’s on everything, yeah
This forever, I put that on everything, yeah
‘Cause if I ever, I move onto better things
That’s on my life, yeah yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah
Yeah, I just pull up in my everything, yeah yeah
Bentley car and matching Rollie, that’s on everything (Straight up)
That’s on my life, yeah, yeah DJ KHALEDOn Everything Lyrics
We the Best Music!

Charred Walls Of The Damned – My Eyes Lyrics

CHARRED WALLS OF THE DAMNEDMy Eyes Lyrics
I close my eyes soon asleep I will find myself
At the door where dreams are waiting for me
To realize a wish, a compromise my mind has in store
A friend I had before I was here
A whisper close behind
Familiar voice reminds
With every moving thought
A chance that we have sought
You’re in my dreams at night
Turn into the light
From my past you see me
In a singular reality
Focusing my eyes into you, into you
Only now, only here
Only thoughts remain true
Face the past the ghost in the glass
Standing at my door patiently waiting for
That second chance, one more passing glance
In time the mind is near and the thoughts disappear
With every moving thought
A chance that we have sought
You’re in my dreams at night
Turn into the light
From my past you see me
In a singular reality
Focusing my eyes into you, into you
Only now, only here
Only thoughts remain true

Dj Khaled – Nobody Lyrics

Young Money! DJ KHALEDNobody Lyrics
We the Best Music! I just got back from where they said I couldn’t get back from
And I thank god, I thank god that I made it
They surprised, they surprised that I made it
Heart is like diamond keep blindin’ their faces
I wonder how I keep finding these places
I can’t explain how it feels to be patient
Killing the drama, we finally made it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody but you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,yeah
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody but you Alicia Keys!

Nickelback – Coin For The Ferryman Lyrics

NICKELBACKCoin For The Ferryman Lyrics
Flying down the highway like a bat out of hell
My buddy Bradley’s in the middle
Darcy’s lookin’ out the window
We just got high and hopin’ no one can tell
But with the icky and the sticky
It don’t matter where the wind blows
Lighter in my hand and I got nothing to burn
Except a little turpentine inside of those five paint cans
Pick up a shotgun and we’ll all take turns
And don’t you ever say a word
Cause you know mama’s gonna hate that
The dice that we’ve been rollin’
Where our lives are bitter stolen
When you’re walking through the fire for fun
Tidal wave in motion
You can’t hide from the explosion
In 3… 2… 1
We’re smokin’ dynamite
Too many fuses to light
(Our kingdom come, on the run)
Gonna steal, beg, and borrow
A thousand fahrenheit
And we’re about to ignite
So keep the throttle to the bottom
We may never see tomorrow
If tonight’s our time to go, the one thing I know
We’ll need a coin for the ferryman
Leave us a coin for the ferryman
Countin’ every nickel, dime and five dollar bill
So we’ve been stealin’ gasoline and laying low out on the backroads
The city lights are glowin’ over the hill
And we can make it, but we take the chance of never coming back home
The dice that we’ve been rollin’
Where our lives are bitter stolen
When you’re walking through the fire for fun
Tidal wave in motion
You can’t hide from the explosion
In 3… 2… 1
We’re smokin’ dynamite
Too many fuses to light
(Our kingdom come, on the run)
Gonna steal, beg, and borrow
A thousand fahrenheit
And we’re about to ignite
So keep the throttle to the bottom
We may never see tomorrow
If tonight’s our time to go, the one thing I know
We’ll need a coin for the ferryman
Leave us a coin for the ferryman
One for the road and one for those who never run
One for the road and take it from the devil
Don’t even try, ’cause you know you can’t hide
Better run, better run, better run
We’re smokin’ dynamite
Too many fuses to light
(Our kingdom come, on the run)
Gonna steal, beg, and borrow
A thousand fahrenheit
And we’re about to ignite
So keep the throttle to the bottom
We may never see tomorrow
If tonight’s our time to go, the one thing I know
We’re smokin’ dynamite
(Our kingdom come, on the run)
A thousand fahrenheit
So keep the throttle to the bottom
We may never see tomorrow
If tonight’s our time to go, the one thing I know
We’ll need a coin for the ferryman
Leave us a coin for the ferryman

Young Thug – Take Care Lyrics

YOUNG THUGTake Care Lyrics
Better day, better day
See better days, ayy
Yeah! A hood girl with a missin’ tail light
You got me stopping at the green light, light yeah
I’ll set you good, I’m off a bean right
And I know you want a savage to give you a ring right (so good!)
Sexin’ on drugs, oh yeah, yeah
Leave a little money on the counter, woah woah
You remind me of Erykah Badu, you’re on go
Thinkin’ ’bout masturbating to your nudes, yeah, yeah
Take care
Take care, all right
Yeah she fire right by
Yeah I’m gon’ sleep with you every night
Yeah yeah
Supposed to win
I’m gon’ pose for you
We supposed to lose
Yeah ‘posed to
Maison Margiellas, they ain’t come with no strings, and the jeans Rockafeller
Wraith umbrella for the hoes in the club when I throw my cheddar
She got Chanel mailbag, I’ma gon’ letter, I’ma gon’ let her
Every day I say free Act, lifetime rebel, do it for the fellas
I don’t want that bitch, annoys me
Eat on my dick and she rode me
I f**k her hard like she owin’ me
Put in this dick, now she done with me
My prices cheaper than Dollar Tree
I mastered math like white collars, B
Open your mouth like you yawning
Double cup feature, it’s Barney
I’m with the dogs and we barking
I’ma take off like a Martian
f**k her and leave her my marking
Bust on that ho, I’m just marking
Look at these niggas, they markers
Ready for war like a Spartan
You can’t block me like I’m Marshawn
My bro got a sound like a marker
A hood girl with a missin’ tail light
You got me stopping at the green light, light yeah
I’ll set you good, I’m off a bean right
And I know you want a savage to give you a ring right
Take care
Sexin’ on drugs, oh yeah, yeah
Leave a little money on camera, woah woah
You remind me of Erykah Badu, you’re on go
Thinkin’ ’bout masturbating to your nudes, yeah yeah
Take care
Take care, all right
Yeah she fire right by
Yeah I’m gon’ sleep with you every night
Yeah yeah