Friday 05 April 2024 05:17 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Incredible Song by Sia: "Incredible" is a New track by Sia from her new album "Reasonable Woman". Incredible Song was written by Sia and Labrinth, and the music produced by Labrinth and Nathaniel Ledwidge.
Incredible Lyrics By Sia
Hey, You Know The World Gets Tough Say The Word And I’ll Lift You Up Yeah, I Know The World Gets Tough Say The Word And I’ll Lift You Up
Gimme All Your Venom, Yeah, I Love That Shit Give It To Me Good, You Know I Won’t Get Sick Gimme All Your Poison, I’m Immune To It I’m Immune To It Give Me All Your Venom, Yeah, I Love That Shit Give It To Me Good, You Know I Won’t Get Sick Give Me All Your Poison, I’m Immune To It I’m Immune To It (Hey)
I Am Incredible, Incredible, Incredible Hey, I Am Incredible, Incredible, Incredible Hey, I Am Incredible, Incredible, Incredible Hey, I Am Incredible, Incredible, In—
Hey, You Know The World Gets Tough Say The Word And I’ll Lift You Up Yeah, You Know The World Gets Tough Say The Word And I’ll Lift You Up, Yeah
Gimme All Your Venom, Yeah, I Love That Shit Give It To Me, Woman, No, I Won’t Get Sick Gimme All Your Poison, I’m Immune To It I’m Immune To It (Ayy) Give Me All Your Venom, Yeah, I Love That Shit Give It To Me, Woman, No, I Won’t Get Sick Give Me All Your Poison, I’m Immune To It I’m Immune To It (Ayy)
I Am Incredible, Incredible, Incredible Oh, I Am Incredible, Incredible, Incredible Hey, I Am Incredible, Incredible, Incredible Hey, I Am Incredible, Incredible, In—
Friday 05 April 2024 05:46 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Found Heaven Song by Conan Gray: "Found Heaven" is a New track by Conan Gray from the album “Found Heaven”. Found Heaven Song was written by Conan Gray, and the music produced by Shawn Everett.
Found Heaven Lyrics By Conan Gray
No God Above Us Can We Repent This Sin? No Soul Is Innocent Everybody Wants To Love
You Walk Alone Into The Darkest Night You’ll Never Sleep Until You’re Satisfied You Need Love, You Need One You Need Him You’ll Never Get Your Momma’s Wedding Ring Father Always Said You Ruined Everything But You Pray, Begged And Prayed Heart Unchanged
Don’t Be Scared Little Child You’re No Demon (You’re No Demon, You’ll Be Fine Tonight) There’s A God In The Sky Don’t Believe Him (Don’t Believe Him) Don’t Be Scared Little Child Of That Feeling You’re In Love You Found Heaven
Your Heart Is Breaking As You Leave That Door You Never Meant To Start This Holy War But You’re Trapped, Pack Your Bags Don’t Look Back
Don’t Be Scared Little Child You’re No Demon (You’re No Demon, You’ll Be Fine Tonight) There’s A God In The Sky Don’t Believe Him (Don’t Believe Him) Don’t Be Scared Little Child Of That Feeling You’re In Love You Found Heaven
Friday 05 April 2024 05:55 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
After Hours Song by Kehlani: "After Hours" is a New track by Kehlani. After Hours Song was written by Kehlani, Khristopher Riddick-Tynes, Cordel Burrell, Alex Goldblatt, Daniel Upchurch, and Diovanna Frazier, and the music produced by Lionel Bermingham and Elijah Wells.
After Hours Lyrics By Kehlani
We Don’t Gotta Take It Slow I’ma Hit The Gas If You’re Ready To Go I Wanna Feel The Sweat, Breathin’ Through Your Clothes The Way You Touch My Neck Got Me Ready To Fold
I Wanna Make Magic (Magic) I Want You To Feel Me (Feel Me) I Want You To Grab Me (Grab Me) I Want You To Steal Me (Steal Me) If You Want It, You Can Have It (Have It) I Want You To Free Me (Free Me) I’m Not Tryna Lock You Down
You Came Here On Your Own (Own), Own (Own), Own (Own) Caught Up In Your Zone (Zone), Zone (Zone), Zone (Zone, Zone) In A Room Full Of Strangers, Different Faces (Yeah) It Feels Like We’re Alone (‘lone), Alone (‘lone), Alone
Why Don’t You Stay? Stay Here After Hours I Know You Don’t Wanna Leave Stay Here After Hours After Hours, We Can—
We Ain’t Gotta Check The Time Even When It Ends, It’s Still You, And I We Ain’t Even Know They Turned On The Lights We Missed The Last Call Ridin’ On A High (Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)
It’s More Than A Moment (Moment) This Can’t Be A Memory (Memory) The Party Is Over (Over) You Wanna Come With Me (With Me) My Home Never Closes (Closes) Just Want You To Feel Free (Feel Free) I’m Not Tryna Lock You Down
You Came Here On Your Own (Own), Own (Own), Own (Own) Caught Up In Your Zone (Zone), Zone (Zone), Zone (Zone, Zone) In A Room Full Of Strangers, Different Faces (Yeah) It Feels Like We’re Alone (‘lone), Alone (‘lone), Alone
Why Don’t You Stay? (Why Don’t You Stay?) Stay Here After Hours (After Hours) I Know You Don’t Wanna Leave (You Don’t Wanna Leave) Stay Here After Hours (After Hours) After Hours, We Can—
(Oh, Woah-woah, Oh, Woah-woah) Oh, Tell Your Friends To Go, You Can Stay For A Little While (Oh, Woah-woah, Oh, Woah-woah) (Oh, Woah-woah, Oh, Woah-woah) Mm, Mm, If You Wanna Stay, You Can Stay For A Little While (Oh, Woah-woah, Oh, Woah-woah)
Why Don’t You Stay? (Why Don’t You Stay?) Stay Here After Hours (Why Don’t You Stay?) I Know You Don’t Wanna Leave (You Don’t Wanna Leave, Oh) Stay Here After Hours (After Hours) After Hours, We Can—
(Oh, Woah-woah, Oh, Woah-woah) Tell Your Friends To Go, You Can Stay For A Little While, Oh (Oh, Woah-woah, Oh, Woah-woah) (Oh, Woah-woah, Oh, Woah-woah) You Ain’t Gotta Go, You Can Stay For A Little While (Oh, Woah-woah, Oh, Woah-woah)
Credits:
Song:
After Hours
Vocals:
Kehlani
Written By:
Kehlani, Khristopher Riddick-Tynes, Cordel Burrell, Alex Goldblatt, Daniel Upchurch & Diovanna Frazier
Friday 05 April 2024 07:37 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Pricey Song by J. Cole: "Pricey" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later” featuring Gucci Mane, Young Dro, and Ari Lennox. Pricey Song was written by J. Cole, and the music produced by J. Cole, DZL, WU10, Daoud, and T-Minus.
Pricey Lyrics By J. Cole
Reach My Dog For His Shit, Get Dicey Shinin’ Now, You Never Seen A Clique Get Icy Watchin’ My Step, Tryna Look Just Like Me Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit—
Uh Climbed Up Out The Trenches As A Shorty With Intentions To Switch My Whip As Much As Rick And Morty Switch Dimensions Never Really Known For Dressin’ Gaudy, B!tch, ’cause Listen Where I’m From, The Bullets Feed The Ones That’s Starvin’ For Attention She Say, “He Hella Smart, I Would’ve Swore He Went To Princeton” Not Quite, But It’s The School Of Life That Taught Me Death Prevention That’s Why I Barely Panic When The Hammers, They Be Blammin’ No Mechanics, But They Snuck Inside The Party With Wrenches I Think Fast ’cause Niggas That Be Tardy Get Detention Your Soul Lookin’ Down Over Your Body In Suspension
The Critics, They Be On Me, But They All Be Disingenuous B!tch, I Came Up ’round Addiction, Seen Like Forty Interventions Your Shit Ain’t Addin’ Up, Know You A Phoney, Checked Your Image Rappin’ Tough, But All Them Niggas In Your Audience Is B!tches And White Boys Mostly, Niggas Know A Verse From Cole Be Like A Signed Michael Jordan Rookie Card In Mint Condition The Farthest Thing From Harbor Shit, Be Honest With Me, Listen You Know If I Want It, I Be John Gotti With The Henchmen
Right? I Mean, It’s Simple Math, A Bit Of Cash Can Get A Nigga Bag But That Don’t Make You Big And Bad, Just Mean You Rich And Mad Nigga, Your Pillow Soft, So Kill The Boss Talk Me To You’s A Cyanide Pill To A Lil’ Cough Drop This The Ville, Filled Of Hard Knocks, They Sellin’ Hard Rock More Plugs Than These Niggas Use To Fill A Bald Spot And Kill ’em All And Fill A Morgue Up I Got Bars Forever, Nigga, Never Will A Call Drop No Hammer Like A Mall Cop Still The Hardest Nigga On The Planet Earth From January First Until The Ball Drop
Yeah, He Climbed Out The Great Ville, That’s Gangster He Missed Meals To Make Mills, That’s Gangster Then Came Back And Gave Back, That’s Gangster Same Chick From Way Back, He’s Gangster
Reach My Dog For His Shit, Get Dicey Shinin’ Now, You Never Seen A Clique Get Icy Watchin’ My Step, Tryna Look Just Like Me Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try
Uh, Just Hit The Paper And Roll You A Spliff, I’m Lit, B!tch, I’m Lit Just Like The Vegas Strip, Blowin’ Through Chips, I’m Rich, B!tch, I’m Rich David Chapelle On His Latest Netflix Go ‘head, Try To Cancel My Shit I’ll Still Be On Stage With My Hand On My D!ck Seventeen Thousand All Jammin’ My Hits These Are Ridiculous Times Lately, My Biggest Addiction Been Lookin’ Online Where Somebody’s Always Offended, I’m Sick Of This Cryin’ Niggas Is Dyin’, Victims Of Time Self-inflicted, We Sick In The Mind What’s With The Gossip? If You Really Handled Your Business, Then You Wouldn’t Have So Much Interest In Mines Breakin’ News, I’ve Officially Entered My Prime Which Is Real Interesting, This Is The Point Where A Rapper Would Typically Start To Decline Somehow I Climbed Right When You Thought I Was Fine, We’re Runnin’ A Little Behind Nipsey Was Tryin’ To Tell You This A Marathon Only Listen To Minister Farrakhan Oh My God, It Just Hit Me, It’s Terrifyin’ I’m A Star Like The Shit On The Sheriff Sign
If Time Was Really Money, I Could Purchase Like Two Thousand Bricks With My Spare Time All Praises Due To My God Dark Days Is Too Far Behind I Part Ways With The Struggle, My Hustle Gon’ Always Keep The Squad Paid All Labor, No Off Days ’cause The Money Don’t Sleep And Due To The Focus, I Couldn’t Even Go Broke If I Spend Like Five Hundred A Week And Talk Is Cheap, I Got A Short Receipt, Can Tell By Your Heart, You Weak One Thing ’bout This Money, It’s Easy To Get It, But Trust Me, My Nigga, It’s Hard To Keep
Yeah, He Climbed Out The Great Ville, That’s Gangster He Missed Meals To Make Mills, That’s Gangster Then Came Back And Gave Back, That’s Gangster Same Chick From Way Back, He’s Gangster
Reach My Dog For His Shit, Get Dicey Shinin’ Now, You Never Seen A Clique Get Icy Watchin’ My Step, Tryna Look Just Like Me Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try, But This Shit Get Pricey Nigga, You Can Try
The Trials And Tribulations Of Creation It’s A Quiet Theme Of Those In Dire Need Of Elevation One Minute, Infatuation Next Minute, Hatin’ Every Statement You Makin’ Constant Contemplation Yearnin’ For Hooks Uncanny, Search Every Nook And Cranny For Inspiration Step Outside For Better Ventilation Smoke Somethin’, Hope Somethin’ Comes From The Stimulation Through It All, Stay Patient Get In Tune With God
For When Lightnin’ Strikes, It’s He Who Decides We From A Crueler Side Where The Youth Get Euthanized Small Fries Get Suicide For Movin’ Pies All Our Blind Eyes Get Turned From Suit And Ties The Truth, It Lies Somewhere In The Middle Of Half-A*s Rappers And Cap-A*s Crackers On Capital Hill Ain’t No Protection For Hearts That Get Spilled When Sharin’ With This World With Art Can Get Killed Use Your Discretion To Believe Or Not To Believe? That Is The Question Might Delete Later
Friday 05 April 2024 07:53 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Crocodile Tearz Song by J. Cole: "Crocodile Tearz" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later”. Crocodile Tearz Song was written by J. Cole, and the music produced by T-Minus.
Crocodile Tearz Lyrics By J. Cole
Uh Yeah Turn It All Up Powered Up I’m Powered Up I’m Powered Up I’m Powered Up It’s Powered Up
Yeah, Said I Was Finished But I’m On Another Two Summers Hall Of Famer, Hungrier Than All The Newcomers Niggas Swear They Compare, But The Truth Humble They Get Fu*ked One Twelve, You Couldn’t Do Numbers Hey, Tell The Label I Got A’s All Throughout Math That Mean I’m Keen On The Numbers And I Count Fast You Know It’s Money That You Owe Me, Niggas Phony And I’m Joaquin Phoenix, Walk The Line, I’m About Cash Benjamin Button Gettin’ Younger As The Hours Pass Should Do The Freshman Cover Twice, I’m Never Outclassed It’s Not A Rap Nigga Breathin’ That Could Outlast
The Fall Off Is Like Hov Droppin’ Reasonable Doubt Last We From The South Where We Learn All About Stashin’ Where Niggas Prone To Shoot First And Run They Mouth Last And If You Run Your Mouth, B!tch, You Goin’ Out Sad Whole Clique Gettin’ Slid On, You A Mouse Pad I’m The One That Niggas Fear On The Lowski Heard ’em Talkin’ Like We Peers But They Grossly Mistaken And It’s Blatant Crocodile Tears, Niggas Know I’m On A Tier That They Don’t See My Dogs Only Shed Tears In Emojis We In Another Hemisphere Splittin’ Proceeds How Dare A Nigga Rub His Hands On This Trophy? I Vividly Remember Who Was There
Niggas Hit My Line When They Want Somethin’ That’s A Dub, It Ain’t Love If It Cost Somethin’ Niggas Hit My Phone Up When They Need Somethin’ I Can’t Recall A Time When You Gave Me Somethin’ Chopped Off The Top, Nigga, I Achieved Somethin’ Drop Down, B!tch, Let Me See Somethin’ Niggas Hit My Phone Up When They Need Somethin’ I Can’t Recall A Time When You Gave Me Somethin’
March 16 In The Fu*kin’ Teen Summit The Boys Kiss Ring When They See The King Come In They Know I Run Things Like The Police Comin’ Yes, Sir, It’s Me, Not Two, Not Three The Uno, G-O-A-T, I Need My Fee, Fu*k Kudos G4 At Least, These Flights Ain’t Cheap As You Know They Sound Faded, They Downgraded, They Pluto I’m Bigger Than Mars, This Nigga A Star, I’m Bruno I’m The One They Call When They Want A Song To A Funeral Can’t Fu*k With Broads, What Y’all Niggas On? Ho*s Communal I’m Sendin’ Flawed Niggas To The Lord, Hm And You Know It Two Six, Truth Spit, I’m A Poet I Move Slick On ’em So They Got No Clue Where I Be, Uh Do It Look Like I Fool With Ig, B!tch? She Got Too Many Followers Word ’round The Ville, She A Real Deal Swallower Niggas Bite Their Hands, So My Heart Turn Hollower Talkin’ Bout “Holla,” Nah, Nigga, I Ain’t Callin’ Ya
Niggas Hit My Line When They Want Somethin’ That’s A Dub, That Ain’t Love If It Cost Somethin’ Niggas Hit My Phone Up When They Need Somethin’ I Can’t Recall A Time When You Gave Me Somethin’ Chopped Off The Top, Nigga, I Achieved Somethin’ Drop Down, B!tch, Let Me See Somethin’ Niggas Hit My Phone Up When They Need Somethin’ I Can’t Recall A Time When You Gave Me Somethin’
Friday 05 April 2024 08:01 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Ready 24 Song by J. Cole: "Ready 24" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later” featuring Cam'ron. Ready 24 Song was written by J. Cole and Cam'ron, and the music produced by T-Minus, DZL, AzizTheShake, and WU10.
Ready 24 Lyrics By J. Cole
Yes (Yo, Killa, Killa) Flee Farms, Boy (Yeah, We Leavin’, Uh, Tuesday, We Gon’ Fly To London) Fu*k With Me, Harlem (Yeah) I Promise Niggas I Guarantee It, I Put My Stamp Of Fu*kin’ Authenticity, Nigga Ain’t No Nigga Better Than Me In This Fu*kin’ Planet, I Swear To God
B!tch, I’m On My Shit Again I Don’t Be Sittin’ ’round Thinkin’ What I Could’ve Been I’ma Do It Now, I Told Mama I’ma Do Her Proud I Do What I Want, You Niggas Do What You Allowed My Dog Blew The Loud Into A Cloud These Verses Heinous, So Of Course They Trainers Threw In Towels Cole World, I Got Too Much Style Designer Or Not, I Just Pulled Your B!tch With No Line-Up And Crocs Where I’m From, Fiends Line Up For Rocks Young Niggas Line Up For Glocks Talk Slick, One Shot, Aw Shit, Forensics Outlinin’ Your Socks Poor Decision, Mortician Alpinin’ Your Box Raw Pitchin’, Court Vision, Dishin’ Pounds On The Block You Think You ’bout To Get This Shit Over-the-counter? You’re Not Ain’t No Prescription For This Shit, You Can’t Just Dial Up The Doc’ My Nigga Wicked With The Wrist, He Whipped It Out Of A Pot From A Powder To Rock Solid, Then Count Up The Profits You Ain’t Gotta Sell That Shit No More, I Got It On Lock, I Told You
Woo Ooh, Shit, Nigga
I Ain’t Finished Yet, Not By A Long Shot Cole Never Snooze, Won’t Even Stop My Alarm Clock Shout To Ryan Coog’, That Shit Was Scary To View ’cause A Nigga’s Worst Fear Is Gettin’ Stopped By The Wrong Cop, Uh Or Gettin’ Shot On His Own Block That’s Why Niggas Keep The Chrome Cocked, My Palms Cocked Homes In Three Different Timezones, It Don’t Stop Olympic-Level Divin’, B!tch, I Promise I Won’t Flop, Uh This How It Feel To Be On Top I Used To See Fiends Lookin’ For Crack Like They Phone Dropped So Fu*k What You Talkin’ ’bout I Aimed For The Stars And Hit, Shit Was A Long Shot I’m Tryna Get More Bread Than Patrick Mahomes Got Short-term Vision Ain’t Gon’ Get You The Long Yachts ‘ville Nigga, Used To Cash My Check At The Pawn Shop My Second Worst Fear Is Stickin’ D!ck In The Wrong Thot ’cause Child Support Supervision Is Gon’ Knock It’s Crystal Clear, B!tch, I Got The Vision Y’all Don’t Got
Yes (Stupid), Yes (Killa, Killa) Here We Go I’m Ready, I’m Ready (Uh) Been Ready, Let’s Go (Look)
Homie Thought He Caught Him A Killer, I Intercepted Her (Swish) Deceptive, Not At All, I Wasn’t With Disrespectin’ Her But I Stood My Ground, I Wasn’t With All The Beggin’ Her Know That I’m Flee And Nothin’ I Do Is Regular (Matter Fact) Matter Fact, Do You Regular On The Regular With The Trappers, Robbers, Next Day, At The Senator’s (True) But What To Do With Us? (Us?), Gettin’ Loot With Us (Yes) Then The Coupe With Us (What Else?), Then Hit The Stu’ With Us You See My Crew, Boo? Yeah, It’s Only A Few Of Us (True) You Gettin’ Money, Honey? That’ll Make Two Of Us (Woo) Takin’ What I’m Supposed To Get, Not All, Most Of It Paper Tags, Poppin’ Tags, No Tag, You Know I’m It I Don’t Know If You People Noticed It But Niggas Had To Give Me Six Feet Before The Covid Hit (Swear They Did) Or You’ll Be Six Feet Deep Like When I Load The Clip (Baow) Early Bird, And The Can Of Worms, You Opened It (True) Still Hittin’ Old Girl (Girl), Still Make Her Toes Curl (Curl) Killa Cam And Cole World, Y’all Niggas Ready? (Yes)
Friday 05 April 2024 08:08 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Huntin Wabbitz Song by J. Cole: "Huntin Wabbitz" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later”. Huntin Wabbitz Song was written by J. Cole, and the music produced by T-Minus, Charlie Heat, and Ibrahim Hamad.
Huntin Wabbitz Lyrics By J. Cole
Shh Be Very, Very Quiet I’m Huntin’ Wabbits Goddamn (Uh)
Fu*k Runnin’ In Place, I’d Never Do That, My Destination Is Runnin’ The Map I’ll Run In Your Trap Like, “Run Me Your Work ‘fore Somebody Get Hurt,” Nigga, Run Or Get Clapped I Ain’t Cool With These Dudes, I Don’t Fu*k With These Dudes I Don’t Wanna Show Love, I Don’t Wanna Give Dap I Just Wanna Kick Back, Take Trips, Make Hits, Make Big Chips, Stack ’til They Tall As Kristaps Me And Your Squad Is Mismatch
Your Calves Ain’t Strong Enough To Follow His Path And You Know The B!tch Bad If I Brought The B!tch Back Let The Chick Ride Stick Like I Taught Her Witchcraft Caught A Whiplash When They Saw The Whip Pass They Like, “Okay, I See You,” B!tch, How Could You Not? I Drove To Cvs, Copped A Plan B And I Watched As She Swallowed, B!tch, I Kid You Not
Can’t Take No Risk In This Game, My Money Grew, But My Ambition’s The Same Talk To Me Proper, You Lookin’ Like Q At The Locker, I Pop Up How Bishop Had Came What’s Up? Niggas Gon’ Put Some Respect On My Name One Way Or Another I Work The Whole Winter To Take Over Summer They Late To The Party ’cause They Overslumbered Don’t Hop On It Now, Nigga, Stay Over Yonder I’m On Rodeo, I’m Bummy
I’m ’bout To Get Fly Like My Layover Comin’ I Promise I Don’t Feel A Day Over Twenty They Hatin’ From Some Far Away And It’s Funny I’m Clappin’ At Niggas Like They Owe Me Money Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop-Pop, Click Shit, Now The Clip Lookin’ Like Chick-fil-a On A Sunday
He Keeps Killing Us, Father He Keeps Taking And Taking I Want To—
Pop In A New One And Let Off Again Always Knew We Was Gon’ Get Our Revenge Aim At Whoever Ain’t Dead, I Will Win You Thought ’cause I’m God Of This Rap Shit That I’d Just Forget All The Sins? Oh, How You Wish He Dope As A Hundred And Ten-Hour Binge Everybody Say That They Start At The Bottom I Don’t Care To Doubt ’em, But This How It Ends, Nigga Look At You, Son Look At What You’ve Become This How It Ends Never See No One Get This High Again Globetrotter Shit, B!tch, That’s Just How I Spin Word To My Palm, B!tch, I’m Too Locked In I Hit ’em Up, B!tch, I’m 2Pac Twin Came Up ’round Sharks, So That’s Just How I Swim Came Up ’round Sharks, So That’s Just How I Swim (That’s Just How I Swim) This How It Ends Never See No One Get This High Again Globetrotter Shit, B!tch, That’s Just How I Spin Word To My Palm, B!tch, I’m Too Locked In I Hit ’em Up, B!tch, I’m 2Pac Twin Came Up ’round Sharks, So That’s Just How I Swim Came Up ’round Sharks, So That’s Just How I Swim
Friday 05 April 2024 08:17 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
H.Y.B. Song by J. Cole: "H.Y.B." is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later” featuring Bas and Central Cee. H.Y.B. Song was written by J. Cole, Bas, and Central Cee, and the music produced by DZL, T-Minus, Cedric Brown, AzizTheShake, and FNZ.
H.Y.B. Lyrics By J. Cole
Listen, Baby I’ve Got News I’ve Got Bad News For You
And We Ball Like TNT, Watch These Ho*s All Pick A Side B!tches Flock Like TMZ Every Time We Come Outside Called A Uber SUV, How Many Gon’ Fit Inside? Yeah Hide Your B!tch, Hide Your Wife, Yeah Bagged Your B!tch In My Slide, Yeah Pray The Dogs Never Die, Yeah Forty-Two Come Alive, Yeah Hide Your B!tch, Hide Your Wife
I’m Allergic To Cap I Can’t Hear These Niggas Rap Without An Epipen You’ll Never See Me In Giuseppe, I Find ’em Tacky, Look What I’m Stepping In Some Shit I Designed, But Italians Callin’ ’em Indy 5000S Or Maybe Five Hundred I Kick The Door Down, If I Want It And Niggas Won’t Let Me In (Uh) My Career In A Nutshell, These Bums Never Did Nothin’ But Fail They Gon’ See I’m The One When The Dust Settles They Gon’ See I’m The One A-B-C-D-E-F-G, H-I-J-K, Uh, M-N-O-P That’s Little Me In The Classroom Askin’, “What’s L?” (Uh) I Never Been Known To Take Those Your Girl Saw Me And Her Face Froze You Better Be Lucky I’m Faithful Please Test Me, I Ace Those My Money Been Growin’ Like Eight Fold, Uh But You Know How I Hate Goals I Can’t Tell If They Turning Green From The Envy, Or Is It The Fake Gold? (Uh) I Move Through The Street One Deep, I Keep Forgettin’ I’m J. Cole I Feel Like A Regular Nigga, I Just Got A Very Irregular Bankroll Word To Puma, I’ve Been Gettin’ Pesos My Account Like The End Of A Rainbow Every Time That I Spit It’s A Flame Throw Me, Bas, And Cench, It’s Nato
And We Ball Like Tnt, Watch These Ho*s All Pick A Side B!tches Flock Like Tmz Every Time We Come Outside Called A Uber Suv, How Many Gon’ Fit Inside? Yeah Hide Your B!tch, Hide Your Wife, Yeah (Skrrt) Bagged Your B!tch In My Slide, Yeah Pray The Dogs Never Die, Yeah Forty-Two Come Alive, Yeah Hide Your B!tch, Hide Your Wife
Lord Forgive Me As I’m A Sinner The Way That I Live, I’m Preparing For Hell I Don’t Know Why You’re Mad, You Should Probably Thank Me ’cause I Been Airin’ Your Girl If I Get Some Top, We Can Take The Chase ’cause We Know The Area Well Thank God I’m Not Far Off A Hundred Ms, I Gotta Thank Ron Perry As Well I Don’t Even Know Why They Stepped In The Ring A Few Seconds In And They’re Throwin’ The Towel In When We Pull Into The Town, Neighbours Sayin’, “How The Hell They Get Them Houses?”
Now I’m In Some Different Locations, I Don’t Even Know How To Pronounce Them Award Shows, I Bring My Pouch In, I Ain’t Even Pullin’ Out My— I Can’t Get Packed By TMZ, Tryna Fit Four Tings In The G63 I’ma Give One Ting To My Bro YG, I’ma Handle The Rest And Jeet All Three The Back So Big And We All Gassed Up, How The Fu*k Did She Fit In Them Diesel Jeans? I Can’t Compete ’cause They Ain’t In My League Oh, Please, It Ain’t Even A Equal Beef At Least Hit Man In The Abdominal, Bro, It Don’t Even Count If Below The Knee Block Life, Chillin’ With A Horrible Ho, She Gonna Get Down And Blow The Team Me And The Guys Was Borrowing Clothes, Like, “Bro, Let Me Hold That Coat This Week” Now It’s After Hours, I’ve Shutdown Harrods, I Bring Out The Amex And Go On A Spree
And We Ball Like TNT, Watch These Ho*s All Pick A Side B!tches Flock Like TMZ Every Time We Come Outside Called A Uber SUV , How Many Gon’ Fit Inside? Yeah Hide Your B!tch, Hide Your Wife, Yeah Bagged Your B!tch In My Slide, Yeah Pray The Dogs Never Die, Yeah Forty-Two Come Alive, Yeah Hide Your B!tch, Hide Your Wife
Friday 05 April 2024 08:25 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Fever Song by J. Cole: "Fever" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later”. Fever Song was written by J. Cole, and the music produced by ATL Jacob and Kujibeats.
Fever Lyrics By J. Cole
Hey, Jermaine I Know You’re On The Road I Know You’re On Your Best Rapper Alive Shit But I Hope You’re Doing Good And I Hope You Ain’t Forget About Me Because I’m Thinking About You And I Hope You Come To The Ville Soon Alright, Hit Me Up
I Love Her And I Need Her She Keeps Givin’ Me Fever, Fever, Yeah Like Blowin’ On Sativa She Keeps Takin’ Me Deeper, Deeper, Yeah It’s All Ups And Downs I Found When She Comes Around, She Be Givin’ Me Fever, Fever, Uh Now Go Throw The Past Away We Ain’t Guaranteed To See A Better Day, Better Day, Uh
Got A New Deal, Just Ran A Train On A Label They Not Real And So They Came With Some Fables Without A Chain, Them Boys Plain As A Bagel I’m From The Ville, They Sellin’ ‘caine If They Able I Play The Middle, I Never Hustled Or Nothin’ But I Got Lit, Now I Got The Customers Jumpin’ I’m On The Road And, Yeah, I’m Thinkin’ About You Runnin’ Through Ho*s And Now You Think I Forgot You How Could I Do That? All That Vibe You Had All That Fight You Had On You I Want Them But I Want You Too How Can Both Those Things Be True?
Ooh, When Can I See You? (True) Ooh, When Can I See You? Ooh, When Can I See You? Ooh, When Can I See You? (True)
I Love Her And I Need Her She Keeps Givin’ Me Fever, Fever, Yeah Like Blowin’ On Sativa She Keeps Takin’ Me Deeper, Deeper, Yeah It’s All Ups And Downs I Found When She Comes Around, She Be Givin’ Me Fever, Fever, Uh Now Go Throw The Past Away We Ain’t Guaranteed To See A Better Day, Better Day, Uh
Friday 05 April 2024 08:33 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Stickz N Stonez Song by J. Cole: "Stickz N Stonez" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later”. Stickz N Stonez Song was written by J. Cole, and the music produced by The Alchemist and Steve Bilodeau.
Stickz N Stonez Lyrics By J. Cole
Are You Guys Ready To Party Tonight? Are You Sure? Yeah I’m Fu*kin’ With You, Right? Okay Ladies And Gentlemen, Ladies And Gentlemen, Can I Get A— Ladies And Gentlemen Hunger Hunger Yeah Uh
They Gotta Hide They Face They Was Predictin’ A Nigga To Fail, Turns Out That Was Not The Case I’m Rockin’ A Mask With Lots Of Cash, I Look Like I Robbed A Bank Can’t Even Rob The Bank That I Use, My Money Is Not With Chase Foreign Deposit Safes, I’m Writin’ This Shit On A Private Plane Sometimes I Be Flyin’ Commercial Still These Niggas Get Rich And Become So Detached, They Music Start Havin’ That Surface Feel Not A Subliminal, Speakin’ In General, Feelings Get Hurt When Words Get Spilled Sticks And Stones May Break Your Bones, But Sayin’ My Name In A Verse Will Kill Word To The Wise, Nigga, We Heard All Them Lies Before My Number Ones Come From Albums, Theirs Is Burgers And Fries To Go Go Against Me, Your Odds Is Low I Don’t Even Got No Opps For Real Nigga, Just Give Me My Props For Real I Done Did Everything, I’m ’bout To Chill Count The Mills In Cribs On Top Of Hills Mad Chips, Cash Rich, My Stash Thick, I’m Dr. Phil Stash Thick, I’m Steve Harvey Bad B!tch, Two Friends, Hat Trick, Caught Three Bodies And Tell ’em To Go Like They E-40, Uh
Nigga Don’t Want No Smoke With Me, I’m One Of Them Ones Tiptoein’ Through The Slums, Duckin’ A Hundred-round Drum I Took My Lumps Way Out In Cumberland, Niggas Ain’t Hunt Where I Hunt Shit, I’m Up, Stomach Still Rumblin’, Niggas Ain’t Done What I Done Nigga Don’t Want No Smoke With Me, I’m One Of Them Ones Hop On A Song With Whoever, I Ain’t Duckin’ No One-on-ones Ayy, Pull Up The Track, I’m ’bout To Black, I’m Goin’ On A Whole ‘nother Run
Yeah Ladies And Gentlemen Uh
So Much Drama On The Street, Feel Like The Beef Is Random Murder Galore, Turn Into Thor, I Gotta Keep A Hammer Case Weather Get Inclement, Shots Rain On The Innocent, The Neighbors Still Don’t Know Who Sent Them Shits, It’s Like A Secret Santa Me, I’m Out Here Reachin’ For A Higher Frequency, I Plan To Rest My Feet In Presidential Suites Or Sleep In Beach Cabanas Skeetin’ On Thousand-count Sheets, I’m Hittin’ Freaks In Tandems Bust ’em Down, Then Throw ’em In The Cab Like They From East Atlanta (Tonight) How It Feel To See The Flyest B!tch And Know That He Can Land ’em? (Are You Sure?) Every Word I Speak On Beats, It’s Guaranteed To Feed The Fandom (I’m Fu*kin’ With You, Right? Okay) Weaklings Wanna Walk Inside My Sneakers, Watchin’ From The Bleachers, Only Time They’ll See The Roles Reversed Is If They Lease A Phantom (Ladies And Gentlemen, Ladies And Gentlemen, Can I Get A—)
Bad Investment, But What Else You Had Expected? Moms Was Broke My Whole Adolescence, Never Had A Lesson ‘cept For Pawn Shop Hustles To Times Collections, Had Her Stressin’ B!tches Couldn’t Tell If I Was Poor Or Just Bad At Dressin’ It Was A Bit Of Both, When I Took It Up Top, I Took An Oath, Huh I Was Gon’ Hit A Lick, Break Bread With My Dogs, And Split A Loaf, Huh And Take Over The Game, Make Sure That My Name’s Considered Goat Now I’m Back Home As The Best In The World, The Fall Off, Come And Hear The Growth On God, Nigga
Nigga Don’t Want No Smoke With Me, I’m One Of Them Ones Tiptoein’ Through The Slums, Duckin’ A Hundred Round-drum I Took My Lumps Way Out In Cumberland, Niggas Ain’t Hunt Where I Hunt Shit, I’m Up, Stomach Still Rumblin’, Niggas Ain’t Done What I Done Nigga Don’t Want No Smoke With Me, I’m One Of Them Ones Hop On A Song With Whoever, I Ain’t Duckin’ No One-on-ones Ayy, Pull Up The Track, I’m ’bout To Black, I’m Goin’ On A Whole ‘nother Run
Friday 05 April 2024 08:40 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Pi Song by J. Cole: "Pi" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later” featuring Ab-Souland Daylyt. Pi Song was written by J. Cole, Ab-Soul and Daylyt, and the music produced by Daylyt.
Pi Lyrics By J. Cole
Know What I’m Sayin’ Lights Off, Lights Goin’, Know What I’m Sayin’? Haha, Uh So Soulful, Don’t You Agree? I Do, Yeah Is It A Room Full Of, Full Of Mirrors Or A Room Full Of Motown? I Don’t Know Shoutout To Zordon, If You Know, You Know (She Makes The Rain Fall From My Eyes) Yo Ayy You Know That I Do Belie— (Man)
The Criteria For This Tier Is Just A Open Pride Hope And Cries, But So Can I I Drop The Unprovoken Crimes Pray To The Heaven, God, With No Disguise We Roll The Dice And Hope The Soul Unties Reap The Fruit With No Bow Tie Sensitive Pisces, Still Thuggin’, Baby, Ain’t ‘fraid To Cry Skinny, Biggy, Lens Is Tinted, Ain’t Got No Lazy Eye Heart Of Gold, Almost Sold It In Saudi Arabia Quill Told Me The Clouds Ain’t Real, God Gotta Paint The Sky So I’m A Student Of Sophia Stewart, The Matrix Ain’t A Lie Tainted Gods Fall From The Sky Tie In Inception
When You Wake Inside This Dream, You A Weapon Step In The Cypher, Know The Beef Real Your Life At Stake, Ages With Each Meal Real Estate Of Mind, You Need Equity? Let The Beat Build Poison In My Cup, I Need To Refill I Feel It In My Gut, You Niggas Meek Still I Inherit The Earth Like Three Wise Men Pulled Up To Cherish My Birth They Placed Me In A Manger, Wasn’t That Major At First But What A Mess I’ll Leave, I’m The Savior At Work I Ain’t Sayin’ I’m Jesus Got The Job Of The Messiah, Ty And Joe, We Block All Devils Get Y’all Shovels, Can Ya Dig It? We Gon’ Riot If Y’all Pick It
Sign Of Danger, Oh, We Anger From My Past, Can’t Get Past That We The Last Batch And The Cause Installed, We Got Black Facts Grow A Spinal Cord Or Backtrack The Homies Call Me Batman, I’m The African Ben Affleck Publishin’ Some Other Shit, Like Is Something Up With Ascap? It’s Training Day, Don’t Get Your A*s Capped Givenchy Snapback With The Rindstones, You Ain’t Never Had That Was At Saks Fifth With Dough, That’s A Double Entendre Everything I Say Is Dope, Is This A Microphone Or Contra? Bands In My Pocket
See What They Told Malcolm X To Do With His Hands? That Shit Was Out Of Pocket Picked Up Shotguns That Came In Handy, Wasn’t No Plan B Kid Gone, Who Can Fu*k With Him? Knew Them Shots Would Muzzle Him Knew The Blocks Would Puzzle Him Let’ Go Stupid Because Of Him Shells Fallin’ Like Nephilim Gilgamesh, Who Can Fu*k With Him? (Perfect)
Oh, Y’all Thought We Was Done Wit’ Em? Huh Y’all Must Be Stupid, We Finna Go Dumb On ’em Just Keep Your Ears Open Like Dumbo And Them Good Luck To Them, It’s Up For Them Piece Of The Pie Edge, We Gon’ Crumble ’em Three Fourteen On The Guy Head When We Rumble ’em Hahaha, On Second Thought, That’s Enough For Them Nah, You Gotta Chill, Bro (Hahaha)
She Makes A Tear Fall From My Eye Ah, Man, I Wish It Was The Rain You Gotta Reach Out To Them She Makes The Rain Fall From My Eye
Uh, Prayer Hands For The Land Where They Sprayin’ Pellets And Turning Your Mans To An Angelic Being And Freeing Him From This Crammed, Hellish Hole The Weather’s Cold From Jealous Souls That Fanned Fellas I Danced As Well As Chris Breezy When The Bullets Start Strayin’ Careless I Won’t Let Him Swiss Cheese Me, Got Plans That I Can’t Fail At Seen Plenty Bodies Trembling, Resembling Cam Reddish So Full Of Potential, But Never Given A Real Chance To Develop My Head Envelops The Pen, These Ain’t Fan Letters I Craft His Album Dropped, It Was Trash I Litter It Like I Can’t Spell It
Is You A Demon Or Is That Demeanor For The ‘gram? Tell Us They Plead The Fifth, I’m Seeing Hints Of A Trans Fella In Cancel Culture’s Vicinity, He’s No Killer, Trust Me Beneath His Chosen Identity, There Is Still A Pus*y, Period Blood Spillin’ Monthly, Rather Weekly As A Myriad Of Bodies Drop Where Bricks Get Karate Chopped To Maximize The Dojo, Comprende I Wonder, Will My Friends Make It Past The Pearly Gates, So We Could Kick It But Based On What Their Sins Say, Probably Not Hit Lick After Lick Like A Lollipop You Niggas Take A Lie Detect’, The Polygraph’ll Probably Pop You Know My Zone, I Live Here At The Top Right Now, I’m Home Alone, Macaulay Cot I Keep The Shotty Cocked In ‘case Somebody Plot To Rob Me Of This Godly Spot
Jermaine Monstrous Like That Nigga Off Jumanji, They Know How He Rock All These Bodies I Done Caught, I Should Probably Stop Nah, Fu*k That, I Willingly Venture Into A Den Full Of Lions On Some Kill Or Be Sent To A Funeral Home Facility To Test My Ability With This Thrilling Agenda But It’s Hard To Meet My Match When My Raps Ain’t Really That Tender Since Birth, The Kid Knew His Worth Never Wallowed In Sorrow, The Game He Dispersed In These Verses, Bring A Gillie Potential, A Milli’ From Pencils Never Will My Ability Cripple Now Please, Hold Your L Like You Guardin’ Philly’s Young Center Quick To Leave A Chick Curved It’s Only One Of Me, But Better Slide Six Hers In My Mobile Device, You Feel The Motive In These Quotables, Right? Cole Is The Nicest, But Ain’t Shit About These Vocals Polite Focusin’ Like Bifocals While I’m Walkin’ On Tightropes From A Height You Folks’ll Only Get This Scope From A Flight How Many “Verses Of The Year” This Year Is Cole Gonna Write? Uh
You Know That I Do Believe, She She Makes A Tear Fall From My Eye Falling, I You Know That I Do Believe, She, I
Friday 05 April 2024 09:07 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
3001 Song by J. Cole: "3001" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later”. 3001 Song was written by J. Cole, and the music produced by Mike WiLL Made-It, T-Minus, and Pluss.
3001 Lyrics By J. Cole
What I Need With Ten Cars? I Can’t Drive But One This For My Niggas Listening In 3001 As I’m Writin’ Through This Song, This World’s Gone Insane I Know You Feel Me ’cause I Bet That Shit Still Ain’t Changed I’m On A Mission For This Chicken, I’ma Kill Everything I’m Stackin’ For A Rainy Day And It Still Ain’t Rained Why Niggas Never Open Up? The Answer Had Me Chokin’ Up It Ain’t Enough Words Around To Reveal They Pain
I’m Holdin’ On Tight To What It Feel Like To Live A Peaceful Life Since Ridin’ A Bike, All That I Ever Knew Was Beef And Strife Goin’ To Sleep At Night, Prayin’ That God Release The Stress Now I’m On G4 Jets Across The Seas To Decompress My Recent Checks, How Much You Think? Hm, Decent Guess They Growin’ More Eager, “Cole, Who You Gon’ Kill On A Feature Next?” Who Would You Suggest? My Nigga Just Told Me The Streets A Myth And He’s Perplexed, They Tellin’ On People Like The Teacher’s Pet He Took A Pull Of His Weed, He High As The Trees Where Eagles Nest I Started Chiefin’ Less And Less, It Had My Cerebral Vexed Too Many Blessings To Be Depressed
Went From Too Stressed To Being Blessed Now, My New Recipe’s Just Keep That Fu*k Shit From My Desk I Don’t Want Shit But My Breath, I Don’t Want Shit But My Fam’ Thought I Used Superglue, Nigga, How This Gun Stick To My Hand I Don’t Even Tote No Pistol, But That Shit Sounded So Hard Plus, I Don’t Give A Fu*k About Lyin’ Once I Learned These Niggas Fraud I’m Finna Burn These Niggas, Dawg Bring Me That Urn-ee, Nigga, Char Cole, I’ma Send ’em To Crossroads With The Lost Souls I Saw Nia Long Quote I Would’ve Poked, Back When My Heart Cold Give Her Three Or Four Strokes Then I’m Onto The Next, Shit Like A Par Four I’m A Raw-A*s Nigga, 6’4″, Tall-A*s Nigga With A Sick Flow, Y’all Ask Jigga
How Much Did The Kid Gross For That Label Paid Dues, Had To Pay Dude For My Masters, But I’m Grateful Shit, Business Is Business I’m In The Ville, The Windows Is Tinted Keeping My D!ck In My Britches, Y’all Get To The B!tches Me, I’ma Get To This Money And Split With The Missus Nigga, This Vicious, And I’m The Truth All Of These Niggas Fictitious Look At Jermaine, Still Runnin’ The Game Damn, This Physical Fitness Fu*k With Me, Man
What I Need With Ten Cars? I Can’t Drive But One This For My Niggas Listening In 3001 As I’m Writin’ Through This Song, This World’s Gone Insane I Know You Feel Me ’cause I Bet That Shit Still Ain’t Changed I’m On A Mission For This Chicken, I’ma Kill Everything I’m Stackin’ For A Rainy Day And It Still Ain’t Rained Why Niggas Never Open Up? The Answer Had Me Chokin’ Up It Ain’t Enough Words Around To Reveal They Pain
Friday 05 April 2024 09:13 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Trae The Truth in Ibiza Song by J. Cole: "Trae The Truth in Ibiza" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later”. Trae The Truth in Ibiza Song was written by J. Cole and Trae tha Truth, and the music produced by DZL and Daoud.
Trae The Truth in Ibiza Lyrics By J. Cole
Yeah Nigga Done Got Spoiled Off These Fu*kin’ Pj’s I’m Not—, It’s Not Like I’m Too Good To Fly Commercial, That Shit Just— It’s A Hassle At This Point, You Know What I Mean? Yeah
At A Hundred Degrees, I Freeze The Temp Got My Grip And I Never Proceed To Slip Feel The Weight Like I Just Had My Caesar Clipped Got A Family To Feed, I Squeeze The Clip Walk In Front Of The Judge And Plead The Fifth I’m A Legend But It Ain’t No Need For Myth Better Get You A Visa, He’s A Trip I Had Trae The Truth In Ibiza Lit
Niggas Ain’t ’bout To Outwork Me Go To Sleep Late, Still Wakin’ Up Early Look At My Belly, I’m Hungry Y’all Niggas Desperate And Thirsty You Can’t Even Tell There’s A Difference Hungry Is When You’re Relentless Even When One Of Your Idols Look Dead In Your Face And He Tell You, “You Can’t” And You Know That He Meant It But When You Cole, You Attempt It Come, Let Me Show You A Template I Had To Grow Out The Concrete I Had To Stroll Through The Trenches, Uh I Had To Stroll Through The Trenches
At A Hundred Degrees, I Freeze The Temp (Temp) Got My Grip And I Never Proceed To Slip (Slip) Feel The Weight Like I Just Had My Caesar Clipped (Clipped) Got A Family To Feed, I Squeeze The Clip Walk In Front Of A Judge And Plead The Fifth I’m A Legend But It Ain’t No Need For Myth Better Get You A Visa, He’s A Trip I Had Trae The Truth In Ibiza Lit I Had Trae The Truth In Ibiza Lit Yeah, That’s My Nigga I Had Trae The Truth In Ibiza Lit
I Can’t Do Edibles My Head Is Spinnin’ Too Much Fell Off The Pedestal And I’m Never Gettin’ Back Up Done Tryna To Be Perfect, That Shit Is Exhausting An Infinite Force That Nitpicking Niggas Get Lost In I’m Scribbilin’ Thoughts, My Pencil Is Sharpening Trust In My Pen, Been Tryna Limit The Crossing The Best Part Of Makin’ This Cake Is Lickin’ The Frosting And Barry Been Sayin’ He Love When I Spit Like I’m Dark Skin And You Know What He Mean I Got A Thirty-four Waist I Had A Forty Jeans Somehow I Still Got Too Big For My Britches And Tore The Seams There Go My Achilles Heel Been Tryna Do Everything Thank God For My Nigga Ib What Would I Do With No Team? I Wouldn’t Do Anything I Would Just Sit On This Music And Hold It Waiting For Some Perfect Moment Wondering Why It Ain’t Came Meanwhile The World Done Changed Suddenly Songs I Was Loving Last Year Don’t Feel The Same Somebody Feel My Pain Please, Somebody Say I Changed All Of These Years Done Passed, I Hope I Ain’t Still The Same All Of These Songs I’m On, Ain’t Nobody Kill Jermaine Isn’t That Rather Strange? I Wrote A Number Of Bad Refrains But Isn’t That Life, Dude? Make A Few Hits But You Gotta Live With The Strikes Too Instead Of Pretending I’m Some Incredible Nigga, Just Let ’em Hear All Of It The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, The Strong, The Weak, It’s Me The Nigga That Thought Of It All The Portrayals Of Anything Different Or Fraudulent You Wanna Tap Into Your Greatness, Well This Is The Starter Kit The Fall Off, How Many These Bullets Can Fit In The Cartridges I’m Lettin’ ’em Off On Intentions To Rip Through Your Cartilage My Nigga Just Told Me, “You Trippin’ For Thinkin’ Of Callin’ Quits,”
No Lie God Is Good, Forreal I’m Just Sittin’ Here Askin’ Myself The Fu*k Was I Even Doin’ Here? Fresh Out The Hospital Bed, One To The Back Arm In A Sling And In The Same Breath, I’m In Ibiza I Ain’t Never Fathomed Seeing Another Side Of This Shit I Know You Felt The Same Hell, I Remember We Used To Pray For It, But Hell Look At Ya’, Bro People Speak Greatness These Days When The Name Get Mentioned But What Is Greatness? Nah, Nigga We Lit Iconic, Haha It Ain’t Over ’til We Tap Out Cole, You Better Make These Niggas Feel You We Done Seen ’em Come We Done Seen ’em Go From The Come Up To The Fall Off And Even When We Fall Off, We Don’t Fall Off, Nigga
Friday 05 April 2024 09:20 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
7 Minute Drill Song by J. Cole: "7 Minute Drill" is a New track by J. Cole from the album “Might Delete Later”. 7 Minute Drill Song was written by J. Cole, and the music produced by T-Minus, Conductor Williams, Al Hug, and Elyas.
7 Minute Drill Lyrics By J. Cole
Yeah Turn It Up Yeah, Turn The Vocal Up Uh
Light Work Like It’s Pwc It’s A Cold World, Keep The Heat Under Your Seat I Got A Phone Call, They Say That Somebody Dissin’ You Want Some Attention, It Come With Extensions My Dog Like, “Say The Word,” He On Bullshit, He Itchin’ Done Put In So Much Work In These Streets, He Got Pension I Told Him Chill Out, How I Look Havin’ Henchman? If Shots Get To Poppin’, I’m The One Doin’ The Clenchin’
I Came Up In The ‘ville, So I’m Good When It’s Tension He Still Doin’ Shows, But Fell Off Like The Simpsons Your First Shit Was Classic, Your Last Shit Was Tragic Your Second Shit Put Niggas To Sleep, But They Gassed It Your Third Shit Was Massive And That Was Your Prime I Was Trailin’ Right Behind And I Just Now Hit Mine Now I’m Front Of The Line With A Comfortable Lead How Ironic, Soon As I Got It, Now He Want Somethin’ With Me Well, He Caught Me At The Perfect Time, Jump Up And See Boy, I Got Here Off Of Bars, Not No Controversy
Funny Thing About It, B!tch, I Don’t Even Want The Prestige Fu*k The Grammys ’cause Them Crackers Ain’t Never Done Nothin’ For Me, Ho Slugs Took My Nigga’s Soul, Drugs Took Another One The Rap Beef Ain’t Realer Than The Shit I Seen In Cumberland He Averagin’ One Hard Verse Like Every Thirty Months Or Somethin’ If He Wasn’t Dissin’, Then We Wouldn’t Be Discussin’ Him Lord, Don’t Make Me Have To Smoke This Nigga ’cause I Fu*k With Him But Push Come To Shove, On This Mic, I Will Humble Him I’m Nino With This Thing, This That New Jack City Meme Yeah, I’m Aimin’ At G-money, Cryin’ Tears Before I Bust At Him
Light Work Like It’s Pwc It’s A Cold World, Keep The Heat Under Your Seat I Got A Phone Call, They Say That Somebody Dissin’ You Want Some Attention, It Come With Extensions My Dog Like, “Say The Word,” He On Bullshit, He Itchin’ Done Put In So Much Work In These Streets, He Got Pension I Told Him Chill Out, How I Look Havin’ Henchman? If Shots Get To Poppin’, I’m The One Doin’ The— (Conductor, Conductor, Conductor)
I Got Mixed Feelings ’bout These Fu*kin’ Rap Niggas It’s Over For That Cap, We Official Cap Peelers Two-six, We Don’t At Niggas, We Get At Niggas Shoot A Nigga Lights Out, Yeah, My Dogs Stat Fillers Stat Stuffers, Triple-Double, Get Your A*s Black Duffled Body Bag, Body Bag, Body Bag Cole World Your Instructor For Pilates Class Get A Nigga Stretched If I Feel The Disrespect, Uh Your Arms Might Be Too Short To Box With The God Who Live His Life Without The Pressures Of A Constant Facade I Pray For Peace, But If A Nigga Cease These Positive Vibes A Falcon 9 Inside My Pocket, B!tch, This Rocket Gon’ Fly Now It’s Poppin’ Outside Like The Top Of July
My Text Flooded With The Hunger For A Toxic Reply I’m Hesitant, I Love My Brother, But I’m Not Gonna Lie I’m Powered Up For Real, That Shit Would Feel Like Swattin’ A Fly Four Albums In Twelve Years, Nigga, I Can Divide Shit, If This Is What You Want, I’m Indulgin’ In Violence Put Pictures In My Home, Aim The Chrome At Your Eyelids Fly Pebbles At Your Dome, We The Stone Temple Pilots This Is Merely A Warning Shot To Back Niggas Down Back In The Town Where They Whippin’ Work And Traffickin’ Pounds My Jack Jumpin’ ’bout A Rapper Makin’ Blasphemous Sounds Switchin’ Sides Like The Tassel On The Cap And The Gown I’m Fully Loaded, Nigga, I Can Drop Two Classics Right Now
Hah, Let Me Chill Out, Man (Conductor) The Fall Off On The Way, Nigga
Friday 05 April 2024 11:04 AM UTC+00 | Tags: doja-cat english-songs
Acknowledge Me Song by Doja Cat: "Acknowledge Me" is a New track by Doja Cat from the album “Scarlet 2 CLAUDE”. Acknowledge Me Song was written by Doja Cat and DJ Camper, and the music produced by DJ Camper.
Acknowledge Me Lyrics By Doja Cat
(Welcome To The Camp)
I Hide My Face And Run Far Away I Get Crazy, Angsty When You Get Under My Skin The Power It Takes To Make Me Cry That Way (Mwah) Baby, I Hate Me (Yeah) When You Get Under My Skin (When You, Yeah)
Another Glass, Broke The Other Glass Technically, It Wasn’t Me, I’m Sober Now (Now) You Get All In A Mood When It’s Overcast (Cast) I Get All In A Mood When It’s Over Cash (Yeah) I’m Over That (I’m Over That), You Notice That? (That) Other Couples Be Cussin’ And Fightin’ Over Tabs Baby, Take Another Tab, Come And Hold My A*s (Just Hold Me) Don’t You Ever In Your Life Call Me “Doja Cat” (Nah) I Don’t Sign T!tties On My Coffee Dates (Nah) I Emptied Out Your Motherfu*kin’ Coffee-mate I Can Show You Crazy If You Call Me Cray I Ate A Pu*sy For You, Don’t You Call Me Gay You Out Here Actin’ Like You Sniffin’ On Some Carly Rae Cartier On You, But You Barkin’ Like You Cardi B (Yeah) You Ain’t Stupid, But You Probably Ain’t As Smart As Me I Told The Concierge To Change The Lock For The Apartment Key
I Hide My Face And Run Far Away (My Face) I Get Crazy (Crazy), Angsty When You Get Under My Skin The Power It Takes To Make Me Cry That Way Baby, I Hate Me When You Get Under My Skin (Yeah, Hey, Yeah, Hey, Yeah)
I Stopped Poutin’ (Twin), I Stopped Cryin’ (Ah) The Chef Made Breakfast, Check The Center Island DHL Package Came, I Don’t Have To Sign It The Toilet Seats Poppin’ Open When I Walk By ’em Put It To Bed, Close The Black-outs You Wouldn’t Treat Your Mama Like That In A Black House Hats Off To That, I Can’t Cap Now Admit You Hate Seein’ Me With All Them Plaques Now Security Around The Clock, You Gotta Back Down And Put The Bag Down, Turn Your A*s ’round Now That You Got It Front And Center, Face The Facts Now (Yeah) This What You Get For Leavin’ B!tches In The Background Quote, B!tches, End Quote (Ah) (Yeah, Yeah, Said, I)
I Hide My Face And Run Far Away I Get Crazy (Crazy), Angsty (Angsty) When You Get Under My Skin The Power It Takes To Make Me Cry That Way Baby (Baby), I Hate Me (Hate Me) When You Get Under My Skin (My Skin)
Friday 05 April 2024 11:13 AM UTC+00 | Tags: doja-cat english-songs
Disrespectful Song by Doja Cat: "Disrespectful" is a New track by Doja Cat from the album “Scarlet 2 CLAUDE”. Disrespectful Song was written by Doja Cat, London Cyr, PJ Escobar, yeeshy, and Timon Behar, and the music produced by London Cyr, yeeshy, and Kali Kali.
Disrespectful Lyrics By Doja Cat
The Way You Know What I Want The Way They Wish I Wouldn’t Fall The Way You Save Me From Them Dogs Baby, It’s Disrespectful Baby, It’s Disrespectful Baby, It’s Disrespectful Baby, It’s Disrespectful (Yeah) (Let’s Go, Ah, Yeah) Yeah
Woah There, Boy, Don’t Go There, Boy Tell Me How They ‘posed To Breathe With No Air, Boy Okay, Way You Treat ’em Ain’t No Fair, Boy They All Wanna Get A Piece Of Them Coattails, Boy Class Act, Put You In The Business Even In Economy, I’m Giving Him The Biscuit Give ’em Any Task, Any Man Here Would Risk It For Me, They Ain’t Cuffin’, That’s Imaginative Figment All Disrespect, You Ain’t Letting Your Foot Off I Like It When They Mad And We Making They Wood Soft Uh, Yeah, He Nice And He Fine And He Tall But If I’m With Him, I’m Eventually Finding Flaws What The Heck It Is, His Smile And Walk He Got Experience And Generously Kind And Soft Sexy The Way That He Sensitive Jealousy Don’t Ever Get The Best Of Him Thank God, ’cause
The Way You Know What I Want The Way They Wish I Wouldn’t Fall The Way You Save Me From Them Dogs Baby, It’s Disrespectful Baby, It’s Disrespectful Baby, It’s Disrespectful Baby, It’s Disrespectful
All The Ugly Boys (Get Rowdy) All The Pretty Boys (Get Rowdy) All The Skinny Boys (Get Rowdy) All The Big Boys (Get Rowdy) All The Rich Boys (Get Rowdy) You A Hustler (Get Rowdy) You Ain’t Getting Funds (Get Rowdy) I Ain’t Kidding, Boys, Come On (Get Rowdy)
Friday 05 April 2024 11:24 AM UTC+00 | Tags: doja-cat english-songs
URRRGE Song by Doja Cat: "URRRGE" is a New track by Doja Cat from the album “Scarlet 2 CLAUDE”. URRRGE Song was written by Doja Cat, DZL, A$AP Rocky, Kory Fernie, Derrick Hill, Kelvin Krash, and Tyler Jones, and the music produced by DZL.
URRRGE Lyrics By Doja Cat
Loced Out Pistol Grip In The Trunk, Stunt Blunt Got Me Doing Some Stupid Shit, Monkey B!tches Make Me Click (Wanna Fu*k Them Kids, Wanna Fu*k The World, Wanna Fu*k Them All, Uh) Yeah
Fu*k Them Kids Ain’t Got Nice Words For None Of Them Kids What You Heard Ain’t What I Said You Got Snakes All In Yo’ Cap Yeah (Don’t, Don’t) Don’t Make Me Untie My Durag (Don’t, Don’t) Don’t Make Me Send Yo’ A*s To The Gulag (Don’t, Don’t) Don’t Make Me Open Up My New Bag (New Bag) Don’t Make Me Hit It Off Like Food Stamps (Food Stamps) You Ain’t Mad At Me, That’s Hormones, B!tch Takin’ Beans Out The Bag Like Cornhole, B!tch Mask On Face, I Ain’t Zorro Fu*kin’ On Dude Lookin’ Like Antonio, B!tch Never Sign Nothin’ Who Sold You Those, B!tch? Let Me Build My Portfolio, B!tch
Gotta Fight The Urge Fight The Urge To Talk My Shit Fight The Urge To Fu*k Yo’ B!tch Fight The Urge To Keep Gettin’ Rich Fight The— Fight, Fight, Fight The Urge Gotta Fight The Urge To Keep Gettin’ Rich, Ah
Cross That Line, It’s A Flat-line And You Out Of Time Like A Deadline Somebody Gon’ Bleed Red Wine If A Nigga Step On My Landmine Hope My Guys Don’t Face (Fed Time) A Renaissance God, I’m Like Greg [?] Speak My Mind, It’s Another Headline This Blood Look Orange, Call Him Dev Hynes (Woo) I Don’t Wear Essentials ’cause I’m Quintessential Influential On The Instrumental I’m Intricate, The Flow Sentimental I’m Unconventional, The Grim Is Mental Yeah, I Look Like Thugnificent Will Someone Tell The Judge I’m Innocent I Peep How They Tried To Cancel Him Then Resubscribe For The Membership Fight The Urge Make Them Bite The Curb Might Just Strike A Nerve Not The Type To Wife A Bird I Just Might Just Buy A Spur So I Can Write Your Curse Pop A Nerve, I Heard You Like To Swerve Hahaha (Swerve, Swerve, Swerve, Swerve)
Gotta Fight The Urge Fight The Urge To Talk My Shit Fight The Urge To Fu*k Yo’ B!tch Fight The Urge To Keep Gettin’ Rich Fight The— Fight, Fight, Fight The Urge Gotta Fight The Urge To Keep Gettin’ Rich, Ah
Loced Out, Pistol Grip In The Trunk, Stunt Blunt Got Me Doing Some Stupid Shit, Monkey B!tches Make Me Click Loced Out, Pistol Grip In The Trunk, Stunt Blunt Got Me Doing Some Stupid Shit, Monkey B!tches Make Me Click
Friday 05 April 2024 11:35 AM UTC+00 | Tags: doja-cat english-songs
OKLOSER Song by Doja Cat: "OKLOSER" is a New track by Doja Cat from the album “Scarlet 2 CLAUDE”. OKLOSER Song was written by Doja Cat, Solomonophonic, Yeti Beats, Carter Lang, Jasper Harris, and I Am Kevo, and the music produced by Yeti Beats.
OKLOSER Lyrics By Doja Cat
I Say Okay, Okay, Loser (Okay, Loser) We Go Way, Way Back, I Won’t Say, “Okay, Boomer” (Okay, Okay) Ain’t Shit Sweet, I Brush My Teeth, But Still My Tooth Hurt (Still My Tooth Hurt, Hey, Hey) You Can Not Come To The Cookout, Get Your Hand Up Out The Cooler (Cooler, B!tch) She Was In My Seat, I Had To Scooch Her (I Had To Scooch Her, I Had To) She Was At Her Knees, I Had To Boot Her (I Had To Boot Her) She Just Left The Team Like We Ain’t Knew Her (Like We Ain’t Knew Her, B!tch) She Just Left The Team Like, Okay, Loser
Yeah, Yeah (Okay, Loser) I Ain’t All On My Lonesome, They Want Me To Loan Some I Made A Fortune, They Can’t Let That Go None I’m Doin’ So Much, That Shit Cost A Shoulder I Don’t Blow It All On A VVS Boulder I Put The Verse In The Motherfu*kin’ ‘ace I Put The Grr In They Motherfu*kin’ Top Teeth Rock On My Hand Make The Rock Wanna Rock Me Flock To The Stands ’cause My Opp Always Watchin’
I Say Okay, Okay, Loser (Okay, Loser) We Go Way, Way Back, I Won’t Say, “Okay, Boomer” (Okay, Okay) Ain’t Shit Sweet, I Brush My Teeth, But Still My Tooth Hurt (Still My Tooth Hurt, Hey, Hey) You Can Not Come To The Cookout, Get Your Hand Up Out The Cooler (Cooler, B!tch) She Was In My Seat, I Had To Scooch Her (I Had To Scooch Her, I Had To) She Was At Her Knees, I Had To Boot Her (I Had To Boot Her) She Just Left The Team Like We Ain’t Knew Her (Like We Ain’t Knew Her, B!tch) She Just Left The Team Like, Okay, Loser
And I Said Loser, Loser, Loser Why The Fu*k These B!tches Always Comin’ Out The Woodwork? Don’t Know Why She Mad, ’cause, B!tch, Ain’t Nothin’ I Did To Her She Just Out Here Plottin’ On My A*s, I Call Her Stewart She The Lowest, She So Down And Out, I’ll Sue Her Grow The Fu*k Up, Act Your Age, You Immature Maybe One Day, You Gon’ Create Some Allure Maybe One Day, You’ll Be Great And Go On Tour Like Me, Hey
Okay, Okay, Loser (Okay, Loser) We Go Way, Way Back, I Won’t Say, “Okay, Boomer” (Okay, Okay) Ain’t Shit Sweet, I Brush My Teeth, But Still My Tooth Hurt (Still My Tooth Hurt, Hey, Hey) You Can Not Come To The Cookout, Get Your Hand Up Out The Cooler (Cooler, B!tch) She Was In My Seat, I Had To Scooch Her (I Had To Scooch Her, I Had To) She Was At Her Knees, I Had To Boot Her (I Had To Boot Her) She Just Left The Team Like We Ain’t Knew Her (Like We Ain’t Knew Her, B!tch) She Just Left The Team Like, Okay, Loser Okay, Loser, Ayy
Okay, Okay (Loser) Gon’ Leave Me Alone Okay, Okay (Loser) You Need Me, I Know Okay, Okay (Loser) Ain’t Givin’ You None Okay, Okay (Loser) Gon’ Leave Me Alone Okay, Okay (Loser) Gon’ Leave Me Alone Okay, Okay (Loser) You Need Me, I Know Ain’t Givin’ You None, None
Friday 05 April 2024 11:46 AM UTC+00 | Tags: doja-cat english-songs
MASC Song by Doja Cat: "MASC" is a New track by Doja Cat from the album “Scarlet 2 CLAUDE”. MASC Song was written by Doja Cat, Teezo Touchdown, Pooh Beatz, Go Grizzly, Tommy Parker, Ambezza, and Brendan Winslow, and the music produced by Pooh Beatz, Go Grizzly, Tommy Parker, and Ambezza.
MASC Lyrics By Doja Cat
Boy, We Way Too Grown For This Shit (Mm) Boy, We Way Too Grown For This Shit (Yeah)
I Ain’t Havin’ It (No), Oh, You Mad Again (‘gain) Don’t You Make Me Put You On The Couch Again (‘gain) Don’t You Make Me Kick You Out The House Again (Again, Again) On Your Ass, I Did Have To Get Masculine (I Did) I Ain’t Havin’ It (No), Oh, You Mad Again (Yeah) Don’t You Make Me Put You On The Couch Again (I Did) Don’t You Make Me Kick You Out The House Again (Again, Again) On Your Ass, I Did Have To Get Masculine (I Did) Oh
Boy, We (Boy, We) Way Too Grown (Too Grown) For This Shit (For This), Yeah (For This)
I Gave You A Heart That You Can’t Keep (Keep) You Gave Me The D!ck, Then Gave The D!ck Without The D (D) If I Had One Wish, It’d Be To Practice What I Preach (Yeah) If I Had One Wish, It’d Be To Keep This Off IG (G) Why You Always Dippin’ Into Business About Me? (Me) Why You Always Wish I Could Be B!tches I Won’t Be? (Be) Everybody Doin’ You So Wrong And You A Victim Everybody Doin’ You Like Dances Up On Tiktok Maybe, It’s The Dude In You That Make You Act So Vicious I Don’t Need To Prove To You That I Am With My Bitches (No, No) We Both Really Deadin’ It, It’s Sleepin’ With The Fishes Let’s Rewrite Our Story, ’cause I Ain’t That Good With Fiction (Mmm; Yeah)
Boy, We (Boy, We) Way Too Grown (Way Too Grown) For This Shit (For This Shit, Oh) Boy, We (Boy, We) Way Too Grown (Too Grown) For This Shit (For This Shit)
Look At Me, I’m Packing My Stuff, I’m ’bout To Leave We Breakin’ Up, You Mean It This Time, Okay, So Do I Make Sure I Sweep, I Don’t Wanna Leave My Charger And Keys My Favorite Cup, Okay, Enough To Keep It G I’m Not That Tough, I Need Your Love, I Need Your Touch I Need Your Time, I Need Your Feet Cuddlin’ Mine (Honey, I Need) I Need Your Feet Cuddlin’ Mine (Man, I Keep It G) (Baby, Can I Be Real With Ya?) I’m Comin’ To You Man To Man (Baby, Can I Be Real With Ya?) Hopin’ That You’ll Understand (Baby, Can I Be Real With Ya?) I’m Not Perfect, I’ma Make Mistakes I’ll Do Anything If You Stay
Boy, We Way Too Grown For This Shit (Mm) Boy, We Way Too Grown For This Shit
Friday 05 April 2024 11:53 AM UTC+00 | Tags: doja-cat english-songs
PISS Song by Doja Cat: "PISS" is a New track by Doja Cat from the album “Scarlet 2 CLAUDE”. PISS Song was written by Doja Cat, CashMoneyAP, and Christian McCurdy, and the music produced by CashMoneyAP.
PISS Lyrics By Doja Cat
Oh, You Found A Pocket? Oh, I’ve Got A Locket And If I Could Just Show You This Docket Then, We Could Go We Could Get A Profit (Ap, Cashmoneyap) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
All My Diamonds Look Like Piss (Yeah, Yo) You Want That, So I Want This (Yeah, Yo) Call The Paps And Get A Pic, I Keep Passin’ On Yo’ B!tch (Yeah, Yo) She Want Diamonds Just Like This All My Diamonds Look Like Piss (Yeah, Yo) All My Diamonds Look Like Piss
All Your Boys Look Like The Backstreets I Just Hit The Row, Look Like Mary-Kate And Ashley He Don’t Like No Bats, But He Bussin’ On My Back Piece Muscle In My Clique, Nigga, You Ain’t Pushing Past Me (Yeah, Yeah) All I See Is Long Lines Money, Love Me Long Time All We Got Is Face Cards, You Could Put That On Mine Fit, Look Like Shit, Nigga, Wouldn’t Put That Online Bit How I Dress, But You Never Got That Co-sign
All My Diamonds Look Like Piss (Yeah, Yo) You Want That, So I Want This (All My, Yeah, Yo) Call The Paps And Get A Pic, I Keep Passin’ On Yo’ B!tch (Yeah, Yo) She Want Diamonds Just Like This All My Diamonds Look Like Piss (Yeah, Yo) All My Diamonds Look Like Piss
Yeah, You Can’t See Me (Yeah) Even Through The Management (Management) You Can’t Be Me You Won’t Reap The Benefits (Benefits) Body Mannequin (Yeah, Ay) You Know None ’bout Fashion, B!tch (Fashion, B!tch) These Shinnanigans Front Row Next To Janet, Sittin’ Cute Get The Knee High, Get The Boot You Ain’t Me And I Ain’t You Gotta Pee, I’m Off The Goose (Yeah) Gettin’ Cheese Is All I Do (Yeah) All These Females Ride Caboose Look Like Pee All On My Jewels I'ma Teach ’em All The Rules Monkey See So Monkey Do
All My Diamonds Look Like Piss (Yeah, Yo) You Want That, So I Want This (Yeah, Yo) Call The Paps And Get A Pic, I Keep Passin’ On Yo’ B!tch (Yeah, Yo) She Want Diamonds Just Like This All My Diamonds Look Like Piss (Yeah, Yo) All My Diamonds Look Like Piss
Don’t Nothing Come To Sleep On Your Dream So, As Much As You Sleep And You Get Depressed And You Stand Around And Just Mope Around About That Shit Cut That Shit Out, Go After Your Dreams, You Got This Rap Shit You Got This Acting Shit, You Got All This Shit In The Bag, Man I Believe In You So, Call Me Back, Peace
HEADHIGH Song by Doja Cat: "HEADHIGH" is a New track by Doja Cat from the album “Scarlet 2 CLAUDE”. HEADHIGH Song was written by Doja Cat, Kurtis McKenzie, and emil, and the music produced by Kurtis McKenzie, Joe Harrison, and emil.
HEADHIGH Lyrics By Doja Cat
Never Hold My Head High Can You Feel The Head High? Never Hold My Head High Can You Feel The Head High? Never Hold My Head High Can You Feel The Head High? Never Hold My Head High Can You Feel The Head High?
I’m So Afraid To Put You Down But When We’re Safe We’re All Allowed And I Got A Gift, I Use My Voice But You Can’t Hear Amongst The Noise There’s Dirt Around My Neck, I’m Blind No, I Don’t Have To Hear Them, Why? It’s Nice I Got A Mother, Y’all Got Moms And They Love Every Fu*kin’ Song They Help Me Hold My—
Never Hold My Head High Can You Feel The Head High? Never Hold My Head High Can You Feel The Head High? Never Hold My Head High Can You Feel The Head High? Never Hold My Head High Can You Feel The Head High? (Yeah)
Fatherless, I Do Act So Fatherless Except That’s Not Acting, Actually, I Lack Some Confidence They Draggin’ My Name Through The Web They Should Call Me, “Spider B!tch” You Got No Designer, You Gotta Take Care Your Momma ‘nem You Work 9-5S And You Still Managin’ To Comment This? Fu*k Is Your Problem, B!tch? I Know You Ain’t Proud Of This Deep Down You Just Wish You Didn’t Feel Stuck In The Life You Live Deep Down You Got Power To Change The View They Assigned You With Lost Faith In Humanity Also, Lost The Common Sense Also, Lost The Motivation To Begin To Find This Shit I Won’t Take It Personally, ’cause I Get Addicted As Well Had To Wish Enemies Well That’s How The Internet Feel Herd To Hold My
Never Hold My Head High (Hard To Hold My Head High) Can You Feel The Head High? (Can You Feel The Head High?) Never Hold My Head High (Hard To Hold My Head High) Can You Feel The Head High? (Can You Feel The Head High?) Never Hold My Head High (Hard To Hold My Head High) Can You Feel The Head High? (Can You Feel The Head High?) Never Hold My Head High (Hard To Hold My Head High) Can You Feel The Head High? (Can You Feel The Head High?)
