This is, this is that shit that you like
How you wanna say this right?
This is, this is like some shit you go and pick your
Your homie from jail with
Look
Uh, uh-oh (yeah, I like that), yeah
Uh, uh-oh (yup)
Bury me before I'm a burden
Don't bury me 'til niggas is certain
I'm singin', singin'
Uh, uh-oh (yeah)
Uh, uh-oh
Bury me before I'm a burden
Don't bury me 'til niggas is certain (yeah)
When your skin darker, shit gets harder (true)
This a black album, like Shawn Carter
Screamin' like I'm week old (yeah)
Moshin' like I'm Steve-O (yeah)
Niggas dodgin' bullets that we jammin' off of pico
At the barbershop, I got the bald fade
That was before the chubby niggas had the Balmain
You know Giuseppe-ass niggas with the Louis shades
Type to call a girl a bitch if she don't give 'em play (yeah)
At sixteen I was survivin' off of noodle cups (damn)
Shit is legal now the dealers know the jig is up
When it's us, niggas gettin' years maybe ten and up
Soccer moms do the same but government don't give a f*ck (true)
You know I'm hailin' from that Rip City, get busy
If I die, roll out the yellow carpet if you f*ck with me
Yellow roses in the sky (yeah)
Pastor rock a yellow tie, choir make my mama cry
Yellow suit, yeah, I'm fly
Coldplay playin' Yellow live
Uh, uh-oh (goddamn, we gotta make it better), yeah
Uh, uh-oh (if they things don't change)
Bury me before I'm a burden (they stay the same)
Don't bury me 'til niggas is certain
I'm singin', singin' (this shit is so hard)
Uh, uh-oh (we gotta make it better)
Uh, uh-oh (if things don't change)
Bury me before I'm a burden (they stay the same)
Don't bury me 'til niggas is certain (okay)
Man, I'd rather die before I give up
Keep my f*cking foot on their necks and never let up
"Mark my words" my nigga Mark used to say that (yeah)
That was way before my nigga Yos had the wave cap (yeah)
And to top it all my best friend had a baby (woo)
We twenty-five, I told that nigga, boy, you f*ckin' crazy
Maybe I'm the one who really need the Lord to save me
The last time I went to church was in the f*ckin' eighties (yeah)
Can you believe that?
I was born in 94' (woo)
Can you believe that?
Your favorite rapper's doin' blow
Can you believe that?
Wide awake, but comatose
Hollywood's in overdose
Girls send innuendos
I'm in limbo but I know the ropes
And it's really hard to cope with a
Pilot Jones, when the love is lost, like I'm Coppola
Translatin' losses before Twitter go and soak it up
Beats so cold they made Amine wanna open up
Uh, uh-oh (we gotta make it better), yeah
Uh, uh-oh (if they things don't change)
Bury me before I'm a burden (they stay the same)
Don't bury me 'til niggas is certain
I'm singin', singin'
Uh, uh-oh (yeah, I like that)
(We gotta make it better), yeah
Uh, uh-oh (if things don't change, oh things need change)
Bury me before I'm a burden (they stay the same)
Don't bury me 'til niggas is certain (they stay the same, oh)
(Say what?)
Blessings (blessings)
Blessings (blessings)
Blessings (blessings)
Blessings (blessings)
Time's of the essence, I'm tryna get on S's
Man I don't take suggestions
God gave me them
Blessings (blessings)
Blessings (blessings)
Blessings (blessings)
Blessings (blessings)
Time's of the essence
God gave me them
Amine - Limbo Album Lyrics
Amine - Limbo Lyrics
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Albert John Tanner, Lloyd Macdonald, Madison Stewart, William Daron Pulliam
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music
Woodlawn
(Yung Lan on the track)
(James about that check, boy)
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne
You ain't really on, 'til all yo' niggas on
I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home
Look, R.I.p Kobe, nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side (true)
'Cause everybody want a piece of the pie
There's a Buffie the Body in every city
And sloppy toppy the hobby, so baby get in the ride (ooh)
Bitch you bad as f*ck (ay), swipe the Visa (true, wait, wait)
Just watch what you spend 'cause my Mama need rent
And my neck gotta look like a freezer
I keep some Prada on my ass (yeah)
I put Chanel on her bag (you're welcome)
Shawty wanna sit on my face like a new chair
I ain't gon' show up 'til you pay up and it's all there (uh huh)
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne
You ain't really on, 'til all yo' niggas on
I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (oh)
Back out (ohh), I'm finna blow her back out (ohh)
I'm sippin' on a Moscow (ohh), yellow suit like The Mask now
Sexy my nickname (yeah), you'll bump this for six days (straight)
This shit is so hard, that'll make a hatin' nigga
do the muhf*ckin' thizz face (goddamn)
Fly ass nigga handsome (jeeze), tantrum (jeeze)
G got a lil' Tecca it's a ransom (jeeze)
Don't play dumb muhf*cka this the anthem (yeah)
I'm the lead lil nigga you the stand in
Ok, big money, big cash, Portland in this muhf*cka, nigga, dig that (true)
I'm in this bitch singin' nothings to a bitch who mean nothin'
But I got a big heart with them big racks
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne
You ain't really on, 'til all yo' niggas on
I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (yeah)
Came a long way
Came a long way, I done
came a long way, came a long way
came a long way, I done
came a long way
Came a long way
Came a long way, I done came a long way, yeah
(James about that check, boy)
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne
You ain't really on, 'til all yo' niggas on
I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home
Look, R.I.p Kobe, nigga, R.I.p Kobe (yeah)
You was like a dad to a nigga, so I'm sad my nigga
Had to get you tatted on me (true)
I keep the niggas that I trust by my side (true)
'Cause everybody want a piece of the pie
There's a Buffie the Body in every city
And sloppy toppy the hobby, so baby get in the ride (ooh)
Bitch you bad as f*ck (ay), swipe the Visa (true, wait, wait)
Just watch what you spend 'cause my Mama need rent
And my neck gotta look like a freezer
I keep some Prada on my ass (yeah)
I put Chanel on her bag (you're welcome)
Shawty wanna sit on my face like a new chair
I ain't gon' show up 'til you pay up and it's all there (uh huh)
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne
You ain't really on, 'til all yo' niggas on
I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (oh)
Back out (ohh), I'm finna blow her back out (ohh)
I'm sippin' on a Moscow (ohh), yellow suit like The Mask now
Sexy my nickname (yeah), you'll bump this for six days (straight)
This shit is so hard, that'll make a hatin' nigga
do the muhf*ckin' thizz face (goddamn)
Fly ass nigga handsome (jeeze), tantrum (jeeze)
G got a lil' Tecca it's a ransom (jeeze)
Don't play dumb muhf*cka this the anthem (yeah)
I'm the lead lil nigga you the stand in
Ok, big money, big cash, Portland in this muhf*cka, nigga, dig that (true)
I'm in this bitch singin' nothings to a bitch who mean nothin'
But I got a big heart with them big racks
Came a long way from that Woodlawn Park
Now young Aminé pushin' push to start
Mr. Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up on they necks for the throne
You ain't really on, 'til all yo' niggas on
I tell him keep his head up and he set up when he home (yeah)
Came a long way
Came a long way, I done
came a long way, came a long way
came a long way, I done
came a long way
Came a long way
Came a long way, I done came a long way, yeah
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Gregory Andrash Sekeres, James Michael Alexander Maddock, Milan Sunil Modi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Kobe
It weirdly, like
Fast-forwarded my maturity (oh yeah)
It weirdly, was like one of those things where like
He died and I felt like my, like a lot of my innocence
In like being a young person died with Kobe
And now like with him being gone, I'm like
Let me figure how money works
Let me figure how like, how to buy a house
And how to move, and like
Like, I don't know, like, it was like such like a
Like I felt like a piece of my childhood go with that nigga
And like I've completely like I'm twenty-six (yeah)
Whoa
Fast-forwarded my maturity (oh yeah)
It weirdly, was like one of those things where like
He died and I felt like my, like a lot of my innocence
In like being a young person died with Kobe
And now like with him being gone, I'm like
Let me figure how money works
Let me figure how like, how to buy a house
And how to move, and like
Like, I don't know, like, it was like such like a
Like I felt like a piece of my childhood go with that nigga
And like I've completely like I'm twenty-six (yeah)
Whoa
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Irvin Mejia
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Roots
You say you heard a lot about me, nigga, f*ck what you heard
It's all fun and games 'til it happens like a Based God curse
Yeah, cell keep tickin' on me like I'm 6-1-7, yeah
My cousin Steez Stizz like he's 6-1-7, okay
Devil on my shoulder, marijuana from Boulder
You know my niggas in this muthaf*ckin' bitch
If bein' ugly was pretty I'd be the shit
Never been nowhere, but these niggas they love to trip
Eritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopia
Bitches gettin' cold, then niggas grab your Patagonias
So I toby acquired her, I had to get a baby who could make me get wired up
You know I'm about that action, my nigga Marc could get it crackin'
Open up your soul and take your body like, "What's happenin'?"
I'm not a succulent or sucker, baby girl
These roots made me, I bring my flowers to the world (yeah)
It's on me
Wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight
The sun is on me
And my stems don't bite if the light shines bright
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
It's rainin' on me
My guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life
I got my own seeds (yeah)
They rip my petals to my 6, 'cause my roots won't die
(Check this out)
Like humans and animals
plants need both water and nutrients to survive, food
Most all plants use water to carry moisture
Nutrients back and forth between the roots and leaves, bitch
Searchin' for my shelter through the storm
I find peace, my safe haven, keepin' me far away from harm
Nevertheless the greener grass is proof the roots are strong
But now we standin' here divided, choose the side where you belong
Mama keep the lights on (yeah)
All I see is red so we awake the dead
She likes my third eye, she loves my third leg
This my third time around the worldwide, winds
Give me the Versay, Versace, Benz, put work in
Made my words work with pens
Scribblin' sins, I drop gems
I don't got tick tock time for them, seeds or stems
Evil men plottin', we see you 'cause we watchin'
We see you, believe me you, we see you (Mr. Root)
Get your ass up out that grass and stretch your limbs
Photosynthesis, I see the future picture, take a glimpse
Everything you tryna have is in your grab, so get a grip (Mr. Root)
It's for the kids, (Mr. Root) yo what it is? (Uh, yeah)
It's on me
Wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight
The sun is on me
And my stems don't bite if the light shines bright
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
It's rainin' on me
My guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life
I got my own seeds (yeah)
They rip my petals to my 6, 'cause my roots won't die
(What the f*ck?)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Let me grow (let me grow)
It's all fun and games 'til it happens like a Based God curse
Yeah, cell keep tickin' on me like I'm 6-1-7, yeah
My cousin Steez Stizz like he's 6-1-7, okay
Devil on my shoulder, marijuana from Boulder
You know my niggas in this muthaf*ckin' bitch
If bein' ugly was pretty I'd be the shit
Never been nowhere, but these niggas they love to trip
Eritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopia
Bitches gettin' cold, then niggas grab your Patagonias
So I toby acquired her, I had to get a baby who could make me get wired up
You know I'm about that action, my nigga Marc could get it crackin'
Open up your soul and take your body like, "What's happenin'?"
I'm not a succulent or sucker, baby girl
These roots made me, I bring my flowers to the world (yeah)
It's on me
Wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight
The sun is on me
And my stems don't bite if the light shines bright
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
It's rainin' on me
My guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life
I got my own seeds (yeah)
They rip my petals to my 6, 'cause my roots won't die
(Check this out)
Like humans and animals
plants need both water and nutrients to survive, food
Most all plants use water to carry moisture
Nutrients back and forth between the roots and leaves, bitch
Searchin' for my shelter through the storm
I find peace, my safe haven, keepin' me far away from harm
Nevertheless the greener grass is proof the roots are strong
But now we standin' here divided, choose the side where you belong
Mama keep the lights on (yeah)
All I see is red so we awake the dead
She likes my third eye, she loves my third leg
This my third time around the worldwide, winds
Give me the Versay, Versace, Benz, put work in
Made my words work with pens
Scribblin' sins, I drop gems
I don't got tick tock time for them, seeds or stems
Evil men plottin', we see you 'cause we watchin'
We see you, believe me you, we see you (Mr. Root)
Get your ass up out that grass and stretch your limbs
Photosynthesis, I see the future picture, take a glimpse
Everything you tryna have is in your grab, so get a grip (Mr. Root)
It's for the kids, (Mr. Root) yo what it is? (Uh, yeah)
It's on me
Wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight
The sun is on me
And my stems don't bite if the light shines bright
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
It's rainin' on me
My guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life
I got my own seeds (yeah)
They rip my petals to my 6, 'cause my roots won't die
(What the f*ck?)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Holy, holy, holy
holy, holy, holy (let me grow)
Let me grow (let me grow)
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Charlie Brown, Destin Route, George Smallwood, Irvin P Mejia, Nathaniel Ritchie
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cant Decide
(Yo T-Minus)
I can't decide if it's you or I, baby
When we be high, all I know is you saved me
Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby
Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby
Tell me what the f*ck I'm supposed to do
You say you love me, but you don't give a clue
I could give a f*ck about your past and your nigga in fact
I put your ex in the garbage and put a bitch on the map
I'm singing, I got imperfections I don't like (true)
You chase rumors hating the advice (hey)
I could give a f*ck about them lies (yeah)
Cross me once, I'm cutting like all ties
It goes one, two
Three, four minutes in the pool
Then it go five, six
A couple strokes with them butterfly hips (what else?)
Then it go seven, eight
F*ck a towel 'cause a nigga can't wait
I'm going nine, ten
We both know we was never just friends (yeah)
I can't decide if it's you or I, baby
When we be high, all I know is you saved me
Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby
Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby
Listen lil' mami, you trippin' wallahi
We fuss and we fight, then we f*ck the next mornin'
Get head in Ferrari, we petty and horny
I tell her I want it, I want it, I want it
I'm gone, off the meds
I'm the one you call Aminé with the dreads
She want a big dick nigga with the bread
Oh, pussy fire had a young nigga dead (yeah)
It goes one, two
Three, four minutes in the pool
Then it go five, six
A couple strokes with them butterfly hips (oh yeah)
Then it go seven, eight
F*ck a towel 'cause a nigga can't wait
I'm going nine, ten
We both know we was never just friends (yeah)
I can't decide if it's you or I, baby
When we be high, all I know is you saved me
Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby
Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby
I can't decide if it's you or I, baby
When we be high, all I know is you saved me
Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby
Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby
Tell me what the f*ck I'm supposed to do
You say you love me, but you don't give a clue
I could give a f*ck about your past and your nigga in fact
I put your ex in the garbage and put a bitch on the map
I'm singing, I got imperfections I don't like (true)
You chase rumors hating the advice (hey)
I could give a f*ck about them lies (yeah)
Cross me once, I'm cutting like all ties
It goes one, two
Three, four minutes in the pool
Then it go five, six
A couple strokes with them butterfly hips (what else?)
Then it go seven, eight
F*ck a towel 'cause a nigga can't wait
I'm going nine, ten
We both know we was never just friends (yeah)
I can't decide if it's you or I, baby
When we be high, all I know is you saved me
Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby
Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby
Listen lil' mami, you trippin' wallahi
We fuss and we fight, then we f*ck the next mornin'
Get head in Ferrari, we petty and horny
I tell her I want it, I want it, I want it
I'm gone, off the meds
I'm the one you call Aminé with the dreads
She want a big dick nigga with the bread
Oh, pussy fire had a young nigga dead (yeah)
It goes one, two
Three, four minutes in the pool
Then it go five, six
A couple strokes with them butterfly hips (oh yeah)
Then it go seven, eight
F*ck a towel 'cause a nigga can't wait
I'm going nine, ten
We both know we was never just friends (yeah)
I can't decide if it's you or I, baby
When we be high, all I know is you saved me
Love ain't, what I, thought I would have found, baby
Lost track of time, but I've made up my mind, baby
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Compensating
Compensatin' for your feelings
And you know the feelin'
This is what you thought would heal it
But it makes you feel it
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
But you grow to fear it
Times, they come and go like spirits (you good T-Minus?)
I see these signs the clearest
And-and-and you know why (yeah)
You've been f*ckin' with me since I was a small fry (true)
And your ex-man (yeah), that's my lil' guy (yeah)
I know some niggas that'll kick em to the coast lines (true)
I'm a West Side nigga, we don't show signs (no)
You got some fake friends, they just toe lines (yeah)
Text, I reply, baby, 'til my phone die (yeah)
You know he lied if a nigga said he don't lie (hey)
I f*cked up once again (yeah)
And you know that I'm never too proud to beg (no)
It's hard to admit that I've made my bed (yeah)
And you know I'ma always wish you the best (true)
Lil bitch
Roll inside the Benz (yeah)
I f*cked up once and I gotcha bent (uh-huh)
It's hard to admit that I've made my bed (uh-huh)
But you know I'ma always wish you the best (Limbo)
Compensatin' for your feelings
And you know the feelin'
This is what you thought would heal it
But it makes you feel it
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
But you grow to fear it
Times, they come and go like spirits
I see these signs the clearest
Bad baby, from the back, baby (let's go)
I hurt for her her, it's spirits in the glass, baby
I toast it up and pour it out the glass baby
I tripled up I doubled up, I ran it up that f*cked it up
The black and orange Aventador like Daffy Duck (skrrt)
I swerve Mercedes Benz 'cause my credentials up
I told her, "I got one million of these racks, baby" (racks yeah)
This song is hard as goosebumps, rash baby (rash)
I'm scoring by the three, Steve Nash, baby (Nash)
A couple million fee all cash, baby
I eat a lil' cheese and racks, baby (ay)
I eat a lil' cheese like a snack, baby (yeah)
The orange and black seats, Daffy Duck (ay, ay)
Five leaf clover, better luck
Don't you ask do I know you, never yeah (yeah)
I've been flyer than a pelican, yeah (let's go)
Compensatin' for your feelings
And you know the feelin'
This is what you thought would heal it
But it makes you feel it
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
But you grow to fear it
Times, they come and go like spirits
I see these signs the clearest
You been giving niggas surgical head (you've been, yeah)
I ain't eating out a young nigga flesh (you've been)
You might win the key to my chest (you've baby)
You might win give young nigga head (you've been)
You might win the key to my chest
You might win the key to my chest
You might win the key to my chest
You might win the key to my chest (hey)
I f*cked up once again
And you know that I'm never too proud to beg
It's hard to admit that I've made my bed
And you know I'ma always wish you the best
Lil bitch
Roll inside the Benz
I f*cked up once and I gotcha bent
It's hard to admit that I've made my bed
But you know I'ma always wish you the best (yeah)
And you know the feelin'
This is what you thought would heal it
But it makes you feel it
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
But you grow to fear it
Times, they come and go like spirits (you good T-Minus?)
I see these signs the clearest
And-and-and you know why (yeah)
You've been f*ckin' with me since I was a small fry (true)
And your ex-man (yeah), that's my lil' guy (yeah)
I know some niggas that'll kick em to the coast lines (true)
I'm a West Side nigga, we don't show signs (no)
You got some fake friends, they just toe lines (yeah)
Text, I reply, baby, 'til my phone die (yeah)
You know he lied if a nigga said he don't lie (hey)
I f*cked up once again (yeah)
And you know that I'm never too proud to beg (no)
It's hard to admit that I've made my bed (yeah)
And you know I'ma always wish you the best (true)
Lil bitch
Roll inside the Benz (yeah)
I f*cked up once and I gotcha bent (uh-huh)
It's hard to admit that I've made my bed (uh-huh)
But you know I'ma always wish you the best (Limbo)
Compensatin' for your feelings
And you know the feelin'
This is what you thought would heal it
But it makes you feel it
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
But you grow to fear it
Times, they come and go like spirits
I see these signs the clearest
Bad baby, from the back, baby (let's go)
I hurt for her her, it's spirits in the glass, baby
I toast it up and pour it out the glass baby
I tripled up I doubled up, I ran it up that f*cked it up
The black and orange Aventador like Daffy Duck (skrrt)
I swerve Mercedes Benz 'cause my credentials up
I told her, "I got one million of these racks, baby" (racks yeah)
This song is hard as goosebumps, rash baby (rash)
I'm scoring by the three, Steve Nash, baby (Nash)
A couple million fee all cash, baby
I eat a lil' cheese and racks, baby (ay)
I eat a lil' cheese like a snack, baby (yeah)
The orange and black seats, Daffy Duck (ay, ay)
Five leaf clover, better luck
Don't you ask do I know you, never yeah (yeah)
I've been flyer than a pelican, yeah (let's go)
Compensatin' for your feelings
And you know the feelin'
This is what you thought would heal it
But it makes you feel it
Tryin' things you thought would cheer it
But you grow to fear it
Times, they come and go like spirits
I see these signs the clearest
You been giving niggas surgical head (you've been, yeah)
I ain't eating out a young nigga flesh (you've been)
You might win the key to my chest (you've baby)
You might win give young nigga head (you've been)
You might win the key to my chest
You might win the key to my chest
You might win the key to my chest
You might win the key to my chest (hey)
I f*cked up once again
And you know that I'm never too proud to beg
It's hard to admit that I've made my bed
And you know I'ma always wish you the best
Lil bitch
Roll inside the Benz
I f*cked up once and I gotcha bent
It's hard to admit that I've made my bed
But you know I'ma always wish you the best (yeah)
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Tyler James Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shimmy
Ah man, man
Ah man, man, man, man, man, man
What's up?
Alright, yeah
It's been a whole year, my nigga
Let's not front, it's my year, my nigga
I'm here to f*ck up your whole career, my nigga
Don't play dumb, dummy
You what what's the deal, my nigga
A lot of y'all fake flex, nigga
That is not your necklace
And that whip ain't yours, nigga
That's the IRS's
I'm bigger than Texas, me and God text message
Y'all see how easy lyin' is
It's easy to forget this
(Off on a natural charge, bon voyage)
Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause
I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna menage
Y'all niggas really hatin'
Get off my dick and my balls
All y'all niggas ain't worthy
Y'all don't pay dues
Y'all niggas pay up and thirsty
You thought you made you an anthem
But you just sang you a Fergie
Too many niggas bitin'
I might need me ten attorneys
Just 'cause you bought that vintage Margiela
Don't change your flight from Spirit to Delta
Y'all niggas dress like you just came out the store
I got my groove back like Fella, not Stella
(Off on a natural charge, bon voyage)
Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause
I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna menage
Y'all niggas really hatin'
Get off my dick and my balls
I got verses on verses, man
This shit could go all day
I got a whip that's blacker than the nigga from Allstate
Count your money up, nigga
Do the mathematics
That's not 200k
That's twenty dollars in your pocket
It's a cold, cold world that we live in
I'm shittin' on these niggas
I make it my mission
The way I kill these niggas
Send my ass to prison
I knock a nigga head off, then I'm dippin'
Splittin'
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
(Off a natural charge, bon voyage)
Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause
I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna menage
Y'all niggas really hatin'
Get off my dick and my balls
Ah man, man, man, man, man, man
What's up?
Alright, yeah
It's been a whole year, my nigga
Let's not front, it's my year, my nigga
I'm here to f*ck up your whole career, my nigga
Don't play dumb, dummy
You what what's the deal, my nigga
A lot of y'all fake flex, nigga
That is not your necklace
And that whip ain't yours, nigga
That's the IRS's
I'm bigger than Texas, me and God text message
Y'all see how easy lyin' is
It's easy to forget this
(Off on a natural charge, bon voyage)
Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause
I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna menage
Y'all niggas really hatin'
Get off my dick and my balls
All y'all niggas ain't worthy
Y'all don't pay dues
Y'all niggas pay up and thirsty
You thought you made you an anthem
But you just sang you a Fergie
Too many niggas bitin'
I might need me ten attorneys
Just 'cause you bought that vintage Margiela
Don't change your flight from Spirit to Delta
Y'all niggas dress like you just came out the store
I got my groove back like Fella, not Stella
(Off on a natural charge, bon voyage)
Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause
I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna menage
Y'all niggas really hatin'
Get off my dick and my balls
I got verses on verses, man
This shit could go all day
I got a whip that's blacker than the nigga from Allstate
Count your money up, nigga
Do the mathematics
That's not 200k
That's twenty dollars in your pocket
It's a cold, cold world that we live in
I'm shittin' on these niggas
I make it my mission
The way I kill these niggas
Send my ass to prison
I knock a nigga head off, then I'm dippin'
Splittin'
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
Ooh, baby, I like it raw
(Off a natural charge, bon voyage)
Shimmy shimmy ya, y'all niggas get no applause
I'm lookin' like wealth, so mami wanna menage
Y'all niggas really hatin'
Get off my dick and my balls
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pressure in My Palms
Pressure in my palms, yeah, I got that
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my
Pressure sweating in my palms (limbo)
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my
Pressure sweating in my palms (goddamn it)
This is Britney Spears when she was bald nigga
Punking niggas way before there was Punk'd nigga (true)
Smoking Ashton Kush, so I calm down, nigga
We don't want to hear your mixtape my, nigga
I fade niggas like barbers
I got more pressure in my palms than Arthur
Man this like when Fergie pee'd her pants
That's when Honey used to dance
Matt Barnes vs Derrick Fisher, caught you niggas in a
I hate when niggas don't finish they f*cking sentences
If Steve Harvey say my name wrong, I'll catch a sentencing
Malice at the Palace or Winona up in Saks Fifth
This is Metta World Peace before the peace came, bitch
Pressure in my palms, yeah, I got that
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my (yeah)
Pressure sweating in my palms (yeah)
Why they keep eyeing me? Why they keep eyeing me?
Blankets mahogany your head leaking burgundy
Menace to society, you're more Ron Weasley
Into gynecology you're pussy and that's peachy (yeah)
I hate a bitch who think a baby finna keep a nigga (I hate you Jody)
Why every time he see his kids we gotta see the picture? (I hate you too Yvette)
I do it bigger, know I'm ballin, don't you see the ticker? (Yeah)
Feel like I'm Harden, I was shootin' on Artesia with him (yeah)
Baby said she need commitment, I guess I'll think about it
I never leave without it, he down to squeeze, I doubt it
I keep a bad and boujee, booty on a hundred thousand (uh-huh)
Big headed, barely fit her weave around it (ay)
Norf
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my (yeah)
Pressure sweating in my palms (yeah, goddamn it)
Don't let anger (anger)
Control you (control you), control you
Don't let anger (anger)
Control you (control you), control you
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms (oh shit) boy, I got
Pressure in my palms (yeah, yeah)
Pressure in my palms (yeah, hold on)
Boy, I got, pressure in my palms (I gotta pull out my phone)
Pressure in my palms (lyrics)
Boy I got, pressure in my palms (lyrics, for lyrics, calm)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got (yeah, yeah, look)
I blow the smoke in your face
You niggas think you running shit but running in place
I'm taking the base, yeah, I'm taking it home
I'm a young Jackie nigga, if I hit it, it's gone
You Bisquick, scallywag, silly muthaf*ckas
I do yo' ass the same way that 'Ye did Taylor
Or how they did Janet, you wouldn't understand it
Hola, hola, hola, yeah, a nigga failed spanish
Passive aggressive niggas who passive, I can't save ya
Anticipating patience is something I cannot favor
Goodbye to you bitch niggas, I'll probably see you never
How could you hate on us? Come on homie we major, we major?
Come on homie we major, the ice so cold and nigga, I don't do favors
I did it on my own and I'll do it again
Bitch I gets mine, f*ck a niggas co-sign, singing
Pressure in my palms (pressure in my palms)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms (the feeling so unknown baby)
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms (pressure in my palms)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms (and I don't know)
Pressure in my palms (if I got it going on)
There ain't no money in having hate in your heart (no money)
There ain't no money in that shit bro
that's broke nigga shit to have hate in your heart (yes)
I know very untalented people
with a lot of love in their heart, who are doing great
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my
Pressure sweating in my palms (limbo)
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my
Pressure sweating in my palms (goddamn it)
This is Britney Spears when she was bald nigga
Punking niggas way before there was Punk'd nigga (true)
Smoking Ashton Kush, so I calm down, nigga
We don't want to hear your mixtape my, nigga
I fade niggas like barbers
I got more pressure in my palms than Arthur
Man this like when Fergie pee'd her pants
That's when Honey used to dance
Matt Barnes vs Derrick Fisher, caught you niggas in a
I hate when niggas don't finish they f*cking sentences
If Steve Harvey say my name wrong, I'll catch a sentencing
Malice at the Palace or Winona up in Saks Fifth
This is Metta World Peace before the peace came, bitch
Pressure in my palms, yeah, I got that
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my (yeah)
Pressure sweating in my palms (yeah)
Why they keep eyeing me? Why they keep eyeing me?
Blankets mahogany your head leaking burgundy
Menace to society, you're more Ron Weasley
Into gynecology you're pussy and that's peachy (yeah)
I hate a bitch who think a baby finna keep a nigga (I hate you Jody)
Why every time he see his kids we gotta see the picture? (I hate you too Yvette)
I do it bigger, know I'm ballin, don't you see the ticker? (Yeah)
Feel like I'm Harden, I was shootin' on Artesia with him (yeah)
Baby said she need commitment, I guess I'll think about it
I never leave without it, he down to squeeze, I doubt it
I keep a bad and boujee, booty on a hundred thousand (uh-huh)
Big headed, barely fit her weave around it (ay)
Norf
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms, boy, I got that
Pressure sweating in my, pressure sweating in my (yeah)
Pressure sweating in my palms (yeah, goddamn it)
Don't let anger (anger)
Control you (control you), control you
Don't let anger (anger)
Control you (control you), control you
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms (oh shit) boy, I got
Pressure in my palms (yeah, yeah)
Pressure in my palms (yeah, hold on)
Boy, I got, pressure in my palms (I gotta pull out my phone)
Pressure in my palms (lyrics)
Boy I got, pressure in my palms (lyrics, for lyrics, calm)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got (yeah, yeah, look)
I blow the smoke in your face
You niggas think you running shit but running in place
I'm taking the base, yeah, I'm taking it home
I'm a young Jackie nigga, if I hit it, it's gone
You Bisquick, scallywag, silly muthaf*ckas
I do yo' ass the same way that 'Ye did Taylor
Or how they did Janet, you wouldn't understand it
Hola, hola, hola, yeah, a nigga failed spanish
Passive aggressive niggas who passive, I can't save ya
Anticipating patience is something I cannot favor
Goodbye to you bitch niggas, I'll probably see you never
How could you hate on us? Come on homie we major, we major?
Come on homie we major, the ice so cold and nigga, I don't do favors
I did it on my own and I'll do it again
Bitch I gets mine, f*ck a niggas co-sign, singing
Pressure in my palms (pressure in my palms)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms (the feeling so unknown baby)
Pressure in my palms
Pressure in my palms (pressure in my palms)
Pressure in my palms, boy I got
Pressure in my palms (and I don't know)
Pressure in my palms (if I got it going on)
There ain't no money in having hate in your heart (no money)
There ain't no money in that shit bro
that's broke nigga shit to have hate in your heart (yes)
I know very untalented people
with a lot of love in their heart, who are doing great
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Brenda Wireko Mensah, Irvin P. Mejia, Vince Staples, Tyron Frampton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Riri
Pasqué, hit it off
Ooh, ooh, so in love
Ooh, so in love (yeah)
Ooh, so in love (yeah, yeah, uh)
You love Rihanna but you ain't a savage (nah, nah)
Don't act like you perfect, you know that we both got some baggage (yeah, yeah)
I was callin' ya mama and you was callin' my accountants (damn, damn)
You gave me headaches and I gave you too many chances (yeah, yeah)
Look, tell me how the hell you got to Paris and Phuket (uh)
Shawty too fine but I bet she the bullet in roulette (yeah)
I'm lookin' so clean, lookin' like Three Stacks in Gillette (yeah)
She five for five on live, she want a jet
Need some rent, bonafide
Broke my heart three times (ooh)
Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (ayy, ooh)
Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (ayy, ooh)
Blinded by your beauty, missin these signs (ayy, ooh)
Wish I had three eyes
Broke my heart three times (ooh)
Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (ayy, ooh)
Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (ayy, ooh)
One was okay (okay, ayy), two wasn't cool (yeah)
But that three was no way (ooh)
Nobody said things would get easier (easier, easier)
You gotta believe me
Nobody said things would get easier (easier, easier)
I thought you loved me but shoutout Imani (yeah, yeah)
You had you a baby and now lil' momma's a mommy (yeah, uh, uh)
And shoutout to loader, that coochie as wet as Dasani (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pussy so good it should cost a Ferrari
And make me feel like I'm on Molly (true)
Damn, Jesus, I need this, you was Kelly, I was Regis
Let's be honest, I been f*ckin' with ya since my Air Forces had the creases (woo)
Flaunt like a Don, Yoko Ono, solo, strong
Stuck in limbo for how long? Please tell me where I belong
Broke my heart three times (ooh)
Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (ayy, ooh)
Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (ayy, ooh)
Blinded by your beauty, missin these signs (ayy, ooh)
Wish I had three eyes
Broke my heart three times (ooh)
Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (ayy, ooh)
Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (ayy, ooh)
One was okay (okay, ayy), two wasn't cool (yeah)
But that three was no way (ooh)
Yum-yum-yum, yum-yum-yum
Yum-yum-yum, nah
Yum-yum-yum, yum-yum-yum
Yum-yum-yum, yum, nah
Yum-yum-yum, yum-yum-yum
Yum-yum-yum, nah
Yum-yum-yum, yum-yum-yum
Yum-yum-yum, yum, nah
I know niggas, so, like (I know niggas)
I don't play none of that shit
You know why we know niggas?
'Cause we were niggas (were those niggas)
Ooh, ooh, so in love
Ooh, so in love (yeah)
Ooh, so in love (yeah, yeah, uh)
You love Rihanna but you ain't a savage (nah, nah)
Don't act like you perfect, you know that we both got some baggage (yeah, yeah)
I was callin' ya mama and you was callin' my accountants (damn, damn)
You gave me headaches and I gave you too many chances (yeah, yeah)
Look, tell me how the hell you got to Paris and Phuket (uh)
Shawty too fine but I bet she the bullet in roulette (yeah)
I'm lookin' so clean, lookin' like Three Stacks in Gillette (yeah)
She five for five on live, she want a jet
Need some rent, bonafide
Broke my heart three times (ooh)
Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (ayy, ooh)
Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (ayy, ooh)
Blinded by your beauty, missin these signs (ayy, ooh)
Wish I had three eyes
Broke my heart three times (ooh)
Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (ayy, ooh)
Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (ayy, ooh)
One was okay (okay, ayy), two wasn't cool (yeah)
But that three was no way (ooh)
Nobody said things would get easier (easier, easier)
You gotta believe me
Nobody said things would get easier (easier, easier)
I thought you loved me but shoutout Imani (yeah, yeah)
You had you a baby and now lil' momma's a mommy (yeah, uh, uh)
And shoutout to loader, that coochie as wet as Dasani (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pussy so good it should cost a Ferrari
And make me feel like I'm on Molly (true)
Damn, Jesus, I need this, you was Kelly, I was Regis
Let's be honest, I been f*ckin' with ya since my Air Forces had the creases (woo)
Flaunt like a Don, Yoko Ono, solo, strong
Stuck in limbo for how long? Please tell me where I belong
Broke my heart three times (ooh)
Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (ayy, ooh)
Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (ayy, ooh)
Blinded by your beauty, missin these signs (ayy, ooh)
Wish I had three eyes
Broke my heart three times (ooh)
Shawty hit a nigga with the peace sign (ayy, ooh)
Wasn't with me since I had the Nissan (ayy, ooh)
One was okay (okay, ayy), two wasn't cool (yeah)
But that three was no way (ooh)
Yum-yum-yum, yum-yum-yum
Yum-yum-yum, nah
Yum-yum-yum, yum-yum-yum
Yum-yum-yum, yum, nah
Yum-yum-yum, yum-yum-yum
Yum-yum-yum, nah
Yum-yum-yum, yum-yum-yum
Yum-yum-yum, yum, nah
I know niggas, so, like (I know niggas)
I don't play none of that shit
You know why we know niggas?
'Cause we were niggas (were those niggas)
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Irvin Mejia
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Easy
I know this ship is sailed and this is dead
I'm singing R.I.p, I'm singing R.I.p, yeah
I know you gave up long time ago
Boy I'm singing R.I.p, I'm singing R.I.p
All I need's some
Loving, some f*cking
And you say this shit don't matter
But we always going at it ain't no trustin'
I need some loving, good, good f*cking
And we fussing and we fight and you always wonder why
And my Mama told me none of this should come as a surprise
'Cause love don't come easy, it don't come easy
Love don't come easy, ya giving up easy
Love don't come easy, it don't come easy
It don't come easy, times get hard but nothings' easy
Let's go out
Let's try it out
You don't hear me out
That's why you always run your mouth
We been talking 'bout
Our loves running out
But you don't hear me out
that's why you always run your mouth
And all I needs' some
Loving
Some f*cking
And the sex is still compatible
but I ain't got no manual for trustin'
I need some loving, good, good f*ckin'
You say something isn't right only f*ck and getting high
And my Daddy told me hold your heart in order to survive
'Cause love don't come easy, it don't come easy
Love don't come easy, ya giving up easy
Love don't come easy, it don't come easy
It don't come easy, times get hard but nothings' easy
Tell your man you trust him, tell your girl you love her
Tell your Dad you miss him and call your Mom and thank her
Tell your daughter you love her
and tell your son you're proud of him
Tell yourself you got this
'Cause these times get hard but nothing's easy
I'm singing R.I.p, I'm singing R.I.p, yeah
I know you gave up long time ago
Boy I'm singing R.I.p, I'm singing R.I.p
All I need's some
Loving, some f*cking
And you say this shit don't matter
But we always going at it ain't no trustin'
I need some loving, good, good f*cking
And we fussing and we fight and you always wonder why
And my Mama told me none of this should come as a surprise
'Cause love don't come easy, it don't come easy
Love don't come easy, ya giving up easy
Love don't come easy, it don't come easy
It don't come easy, times get hard but nothings' easy
Let's go out
Let's try it out
You don't hear me out
That's why you always run your mouth
We been talking 'bout
Our loves running out
But you don't hear me out
that's why you always run your mouth
And all I needs' some
Loving
Some f*cking
And the sex is still compatible
but I ain't got no manual for trustin'
I need some loving, good, good f*ckin'
You say something isn't right only f*ck and getting high
And my Daddy told me hold your heart in order to survive
'Cause love don't come easy, it don't come easy
Love don't come easy, ya giving up easy
Love don't come easy, it don't come easy
It don't come easy, times get hard but nothings' easy
Tell your man you trust him, tell your girl you love her
Tell your Dad you miss him and call your Mom and thank her
Tell your daughter you love her
and tell your son you're proud of him
Tell yourself you got this
'Cause these times get hard but nothing's easy
Writer: Jackuum, Aaron Childs, Adam Amine Daniel, Marlon Roudette, Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Mama
Mama (uh-huh)
Mama (yeah-yeah)
I'm singin' mama
Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (uh)
I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my mama, my mama
Look where I'm at mommy, who woulda knew? (Yeah)
Sometimes I miss the days where you'd take to school
Used to promise when I'm rich, that I would get your favorite whip
You was my lift before the Lyft, so you deserve you a coupe
Twenty plus years at the Post Office (yeah)
You was workin' graveyard shifts for the both of us (yeah)
You deserve a long vacation (true), a standing ovation (true)
A shout-out Miss Bekele for the genius notations
And it's you that I'm missin'
Every time I needed someone, you would listen
I'ma write you a song to put on everyday
So the times that I'm gone, you can smile when it plays
I'ma take you to the Grammys in a yellow suit
Put you in Chanel just to show 'em how my mama do
My number one fan, I'm your number one man
When I thought that I couldn't, you told me that I can
Mama (uh-huh)
Mama (yeah)
I'm singin' mama
Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (uh)
I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my mama, my mama
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
First year I moved out, I was strugglin' (true)
Didn't wanna tell, 'cause I know that you be worryin' (yeah)
You told me, "Go back to college", but I went back to Cali (woo)
Had to celebrate a couple birthdays without me (yeah)
Whooped my ass, so I had to learn the harder way (goddamn)
Bad lil nigga, of course I was 'bout to get (yeah)
Would never tell you one lie, okay, maybe one lie (woo)
You my favorite person, let's go 'head and make the song cry
And it's you that I'm missin'
Every time I needed someone, you would listen
I'ma write you a song to put on everyday
So the times that I'm gone, you can smile when it plays
You my idol and the one that I need (yeah)
Best cook, best looks, you supported my dreams
Look, I'm thankful to be your son, it's my honor
Tonight I wanna quote Tupac, "Dear mama"
Mama (uh-huh)
Mama (yeah)
I'm singin' mama
Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (uh)
I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my mama, my mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
Mama (I do this shit for my)
Mama (can't lie to my)
Mama (I gotta cry for my)
Mama, my mama
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me
Mama (yeah-yeah)
I'm singin' mama
Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (uh)
I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my mama, my mama
Look where I'm at mommy, who woulda knew? (Yeah)
Sometimes I miss the days where you'd take to school
Used to promise when I'm rich, that I would get your favorite whip
You was my lift before the Lyft, so you deserve you a coupe
Twenty plus years at the Post Office (yeah)
You was workin' graveyard shifts for the both of us (yeah)
You deserve a long vacation (true), a standing ovation (true)
A shout-out Miss Bekele for the genius notations
And it's you that I'm missin'
Every time I needed someone, you would listen
I'ma write you a song to put on everyday
So the times that I'm gone, you can smile when it plays
I'ma take you to the Grammys in a yellow suit
Put you in Chanel just to show 'em how my mama do
My number one fan, I'm your number one man
When I thought that I couldn't, you told me that I can
Mama (uh-huh)
Mama (yeah)
I'm singin' mama
Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (uh)
I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my mama, my mama
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
First year I moved out, I was strugglin' (true)
Didn't wanna tell, 'cause I know that you be worryin' (yeah)
You told me, "Go back to college", but I went back to Cali (woo)
Had to celebrate a couple birthdays without me (yeah)
Whooped my ass, so I had to learn the harder way (goddamn)
Bad lil nigga, of course I was 'bout to get (yeah)
Would never tell you one lie, okay, maybe one lie (woo)
You my favorite person, let's go 'head and make the song cry
And it's you that I'm missin'
Every time I needed someone, you would listen
I'ma write you a song to put on everyday
So the times that I'm gone, you can smile when it plays
You my idol and the one that I need (yeah)
Best cook, best looks, you supported my dreams
Look, I'm thankful to be your son, it's my honor
Tonight I wanna quote Tupac, "Dear mama"
Mama (uh-huh)
Mama (yeah)
I'm singin' mama
Aww-yeah, yeah, that's my mama (uh)
I said, mama
I do this shit for my mama
Can't lie to my mama
I gotta cry for my mama, my mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
Mama
Mama (I do this shit for my)
Mama (can't lie to my)
Mama (I gotta cry for my)
Mama, my mama
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me smile
'Cause you're the only woman in my life
Who makes me smile, you make me
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Irvin Mejia, Madison Stewart, Odunayo Ayomikun Alani Ekunboyejo
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Becky
Mama said, "Don't ever bring a white girl home to me"
Papa said, "Niggas catchin' cases every week"
"So you best stay on your feet"
Crazy (crazy)
You can't seem to find light
Face me (face me)
And I just don't know why
Clingy (clingy)
She's blind and doesn't understand the feeling
So I've had enough
I'm fed up with them all, I'm fed up with my dawgs
I'm fed up with the looks that we get in restaurants
And no it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same
I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change
I'm fed up with your fam, you're fed up with my fam
We try and tell 'em but they try and tell us that we can't
And no it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same
I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change
Now I'm fighting the ways and enlightening you
And your friends, clinch their purse
Lock their doors, when I'm around
And we both know why that sucks
And your parents, your parents
They don't know about me
I say let's leave town
But I feel like I been shot down, and I'm tired
So this ain't worth the risk (yeah)
I'm fed up with them all, I'm fed up with my dawgs
I'm fed up with the looks that we get in restaurants
And no it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same
I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change
I'm fed up with your fam, you're fed up with my fam
We try and tell 'em but they try and tell us that we can't
And no it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same
I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change
Mama said, "Don't ever bring a white girl home to me"
Papa said, "Niggas catchin' cases every week"
"So you best stay on your feet"
Crazy (crazy)
You can't seem to find light
Face me (face me)
And I just don't know why
Clingy (clingy)
She's blind and doesn't understand the feeling (feeling)
So I've had enough
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la, la
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la, la
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la, la
La-la, la-la, la
La-la, la, la
Papa said, "Niggas catchin' cases every week"
"So you best stay on your feet"
Crazy (crazy)
You can't seem to find light
Face me (face me)
And I just don't know why
Clingy (clingy)
She's blind and doesn't understand the feeling
So I've had enough
I'm fed up with them all, I'm fed up with my dawgs
I'm fed up with the looks that we get in restaurants
And no it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same
I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change
I'm fed up with your fam, you're fed up with my fam
We try and tell 'em but they try and tell us that we can't
And no it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same
I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change
Now I'm fighting the ways and enlightening you
And your friends, clinch their purse
Lock their doors, when I'm around
And we both know why that sucks
And your parents, your parents
They don't know about me
I say let's leave town
But I feel like I been shot down, and I'm tired
So this ain't worth the risk (yeah)
I'm fed up with them all, I'm fed up with my dawgs
I'm fed up with the looks that we get in restaurants
And no it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same
I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change
I'm fed up with your fam, you're fed up with my fam
We try and tell 'em but they try and tell us that we can't
And no it's not a law, but you know we ain't the same
I'm fed up with the world that I know I can't change
Mama said, "Don't ever bring a white girl home to me"
Papa said, "Niggas catchin' cases every week"
"So you best stay on your feet"
Crazy (crazy)
You can't seem to find light
Face me (face me)
And I just don't know why
Clingy (clingy)
She's blind and doesn't understand the feeling (feeling)
So I've had enough
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la, la
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la, la
La-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la, la
La-la, la-la, la
La-la, la, la
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Charlie Brown, Irvin Mejia, Madison Stewart
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fetus
Yeah (woo)
Yeah yeah
Uh, uh
Workin' dead end jobs 'til my girl off
Me and my baby broke, so we don't know what condoms are
The change my Mama gave me clinkin' like they Dorothy dog
I hope my seed don't inherit my Dad's cholesterol
I'm protective 'cause this world has got an evil will
They givin' guns with every muthaf*ckin' happy meal
A shooter every month and they pretend it's daffodils
My son'll probably see that fire before a fire drill
We fell in love and lit a flame before the Tinder came
Back when T.I. "Bring 'Em Out" and 50 f*cked with Game
We was a unit somethin' special life was super bliss
You shook your iced coffees like they was Shakira hips, ya dig
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
To my future daughter or son
The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds (Limbo)
The circle of life could make a man feel like the one
Just know that you on purpose, it's never just hit and run, look
She said she might've missed her period
But my mind is somewhere else and I'm in 6th period
You know, seventeen and delirious
Thinkin' we independent on that scared of our parents shit
See plan b really gotta be Plan B
Shit maybe C, D, E this is my damn seed, yeah
We paid cash rip up the damn receipt
'Cause mama got my account, that shit she can't see
Either time's flyin' or my mind is playin' tricks
Can't believe my baby girl's already turnin' six
Pray you nothin' like your daddy, stay away from drugs
Hope I can be half the father that my Mama was (yeah)
I hope I can be half the father that the Mamba was
But now I'm kinda stuck, 'cause what I'm chasin' is so possessed
'Cause Adam too tough, yeah, Adam talkin' college funds
Shit, and I don't know if I'll have enough
'Cause man this game is inconsistent, yeah, ain't nothin' promised
And a bi-weekly paycheck sound perfect for my wallet
At what point ya hang the gloves up and put ya towel on
Yeah, have I been wrong? Yeah, yeah
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
I think that we are so used to life not bein' valued
That we think wastin' it on kindness is a bad idea
You should be gettin' money, you should be f*ckin' hoes
You should drive fast cars, and then you realize, that you
Sometimes you get those things
And now you're just a nigga with those things
'Cause it's like, well, what's next? And it's like, well
I never tried a grapefruit by itself
And now you're just a nigga peelin', like eatin' a grapefruit
And you're like this is nice with sugar in it and you're like
why is this nicer than my Ferrari?
Yeah yeah
Uh, uh
Workin' dead end jobs 'til my girl off
Me and my baby broke, so we don't know what condoms are
The change my Mama gave me clinkin' like they Dorothy dog
I hope my seed don't inherit my Dad's cholesterol
I'm protective 'cause this world has got an evil will
They givin' guns with every muthaf*ckin' happy meal
A shooter every month and they pretend it's daffodils
My son'll probably see that fire before a fire drill
We fell in love and lit a flame before the Tinder came
Back when T.I. "Bring 'Em Out" and 50 f*cked with Game
We was a unit somethin' special life was super bliss
You shook your iced coffees like they was Shakira hips, ya dig
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
To my future daughter or son
The streams from this album gon' pay for your college funds (Limbo)
The circle of life could make a man feel like the one
Just know that you on purpose, it's never just hit and run, look
She said she might've missed her period
But my mind is somewhere else and I'm in 6th period
You know, seventeen and delirious
Thinkin' we independent on that scared of our parents shit
See plan b really gotta be Plan B
Shit maybe C, D, E this is my damn seed, yeah
We paid cash rip up the damn receipt
'Cause mama got my account, that shit she can't see
Either time's flyin' or my mind is playin' tricks
Can't believe my baby girl's already turnin' six
Pray you nothin' like your daddy, stay away from drugs
Hope I can be half the father that my Mama was (yeah)
I hope I can be half the father that the Mamba was
But now I'm kinda stuck, 'cause what I'm chasin' is so possessed
'Cause Adam too tough, yeah, Adam talkin' college funds
Shit, and I don't know if I'll have enough
'Cause man this game is inconsistent, yeah, ain't nothin' promised
And a bi-weekly paycheck sound perfect for my wallet
At what point ya hang the gloves up and put ya towel on
Yeah, have I been wrong? Yeah, yeah
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
I-I-I want it
But she-she-she call it
She want to get on it
I tell her I'm on one
Said we could have a baby, baby girl
But what kinda nigga am I if I bring 'em in this world?
I think that we are so used to life not bein' valued
That we think wastin' it on kindness is a bad idea
You should be gettin' money, you should be f*ckin' hoes
You should drive fast cars, and then you realize, that you
Sometimes you get those things
And now you're just a nigga with those things
'Cause it's like, well, what's next? And it's like, well
I never tried a grapefruit by itself
And now you're just a nigga peelin', like eatin' a grapefruit
And you're like this is nice with sugar in it and you're like
why is this nicer than my Ferrari?
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Ari Balouzian, Juliana Adriana Rowlands, Nathaniel Keble Ritchie, Parker Corey, Stephen Groggs
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB.
My Reality
My reality
Is my fantasy
I know I'm so gone
I know I'm so gone
Is my fantasy
When there's nothing wrong
My problems are gone
Ahem, can I feel myself?
Used to need a hand-out now I need no help
Niggas that I looked up to is gettin' shook up too
And nigga, you don't know how weird that felt
Look, I went from skippin' class to makin' a classic
I'm steppin' over niggas and I'm skippin' the practice
A.i. When it come to the checks
I'm like, "Taxes? Taxes? Taxes?"
I always did what the f*ck I wanted
And now girls scream like my shows are haunted
Livin' out the words that I used to say
We all dream but to live this way
Is my fantasy
(And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)
When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (that's why these niggas prolly mad at me)
Is my fantasy
(And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)
When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (now I smile, 'cause it's reality)
Fantasy's, boy, I just can't believe
Yeah, we all got dreams (I know I'm so gone)
Hoping for reality (I know I'm so gone)
You know I can't make it (hey)
You know I can't lie to you
You know I can't fake it
You know I can't lie to you
Yeah, so as I (skrrt) in my brand new Range
The grapefruit fills a void I can't explain
They be like, "Whoa, what's that my nigga?"
I be like, "That's a banana link chain"
As I sit here, stare at my things
The glass half full from the joy that they bring
Livin' out the words that I used to say
We all dream but to live this way
Is my fantasy
(And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)
When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (that's why these niggas prolly mad at me)
Is my fantasy
(And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)
When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (now I smile, 'cause it's reality)
Who woulda thought we'd live where the sun sets?
Livin' a dream that still isn't done yet (I know I'm so gone)
I'm livin' out my fantasy (I know I'm so gone)
Don't know if the globe can handle me
I'm with my dawgs, we stay gettin' money
I gotta say this shit isn't funny (I know I'm so gone)
We livin' out our fantasies (I know I'm so gone)
Don't know if the globe can handle we (my reality)
Who woulda thought we'd live where the sun sets?
Livin' a dream that still isn't done yet
I'm livin' out my fantasy
Don't know if the globe can handle me
I'm with my dawgs, we stay gettin' money
I gotta say this shit isn't funny
We livin' out our fantasies
Don't know if the globe can handle we
Is my fantasy
I know I'm so gone
I know I'm so gone
Is my fantasy
When there's nothing wrong
My problems are gone
Ahem, can I feel myself?
Used to need a hand-out now I need no help
Niggas that I looked up to is gettin' shook up too
And nigga, you don't know how weird that felt
Look, I went from skippin' class to makin' a classic
I'm steppin' over niggas and I'm skippin' the practice
A.i. When it come to the checks
I'm like, "Taxes? Taxes? Taxes?"
I always did what the f*ck I wanted
And now girls scream like my shows are haunted
Livin' out the words that I used to say
We all dream but to live this way
Is my fantasy
(And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)
When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (that's why these niggas prolly mad at me)
Is my fantasy
(And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)
When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (now I smile, 'cause it's reality)
Fantasy's, boy, I just can't believe
Yeah, we all got dreams (I know I'm so gone)
Hoping for reality (I know I'm so gone)
You know I can't make it (hey)
You know I can't lie to you
You know I can't fake it
You know I can't lie to you
Yeah, so as I (skrrt) in my brand new Range
The grapefruit fills a void I can't explain
They be like, "Whoa, what's that my nigga?"
I be like, "That's a banana link chain"
As I sit here, stare at my things
The glass half full from the joy that they bring
Livin' out the words that I used to say
We all dream but to live this way
Is my fantasy
(And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)
When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (that's why these niggas prolly mad at me)
Is my fantasy
(And my fantasy's lookin' like it's reality)
When there's nothing wrong (God gave me the audacity)
My problems are gone (now I smile, 'cause it's reality)
Who woulda thought we'd live where the sun sets?
Livin' a dream that still isn't done yet (I know I'm so gone)
I'm livin' out my fantasy (I know I'm so gone)
Don't know if the globe can handle me
I'm with my dawgs, we stay gettin' money
I gotta say this shit isn't funny (I know I'm so gone)
We livin' out our fantasies (I know I'm so gone)
Don't know if the globe can handle we (my reality)
Who woulda thought we'd live where the sun sets?
Livin' a dream that still isn't done yet
I'm livin' out my fantasy
Don't know if the globe can handle me
I'm with my dawgs, we stay gettin' money
I gotta say this shit isn't funny
We livin' out our fantasies
Don't know if the globe can handle we
Writer: Adam Amine Daniel, Anderson Hernandez, Ashton Simmonds, Jahaan Akil Sweet, Madison Stewart, Maneesh Bidaye, Matthew Jehu Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.