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Future - SAVE ME Album Lyrics



Future - SAVE ME Lyrics






XanaX Damage

Blood, blood, blood
Xanax dreams
Covered in blood

Baby, when the sun is out, it's like I'm not myself
Xanax doin' damage, make it nice so I can handle you
Baby, when the moon is out, I finally know myself
Xanny pills, then I feel my body startin' to give up, yeah

I only call you when I'm faded
Your arms around me, come and save me
I only want you to have my baby
When I'm drunk and I'm down and depressed
I just need to confess, yeah, yeah
Oh-oh, no

Baby, if I want you then I know there's somethin' wrong
I don't mean to ruin all the times we had alone
But I'm not my best with you, I'm so depressed with you
But it's so hard, I don't think I can exist without you

I only call you when I'm faded
Your arms around me, come and save me
I only wanna have my baby
When I'm drunk and I'm down and depressed
I just need to confess, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh-oh

Baby, when the sun is out, it's like I'm not myself
Xanax doin' damage, make it nice so I can handle you
Baby, when the moon is out, I finally know myself
Xanny pills, then I feel my body startin' to give up, yeah
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Bobby Richardson, Will Yanez, Kyle Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.







St. Lucia

Save me
(Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up)
I'm a big dawg (Pluto, I am, yeah)
I give a bad, bad, bad bitch some bands (Bad, bad, bad, bad)
I'm on top floor (Save me)
I'm gettin' cocky
(I came from nothing at all)

I'm a big dawg, I can f*ck a bitch out in France now
I give a bad, bad, bad bitch some bands now
I'm on the top floor, young nigga, young nigga stand out (Stand out)
I'm gettin' cocky, treat the good girl like she random, yeah
Catch an attitude, I'ma go and f*ck your friend now (F*ck your friend now)
I changed the altitude, hoppin' out the Benz now (Benz now)

I got one Chinese, she a ten
I made my Hong Kong girls wear snakeskin (Yeah)
I be like Tommy Lee on a Pamela Anderson (Yeah)
I be ridin' with a hundred round drum like in Pakistan
I went and bulletproofed the Porsche Cayenne
I had a rendezvous, I was on an island (Big dawg)
Nipsey made it rain outside, had an umbrella in his hands (Rest in peace)
I sold the dope a triple-double, did the money dance (Russell 'Brook)
I'm in a whole 'nother league when I f*ck fans (Mmh)
She should've never got this close to me, I'ma give her a chance (Pluto)
I don't wanna make excuses, but she let me do it in a van (So what?)
I wasn't thinkin' exclusive, probably never see her again (Yeah)

I'm a big dawg, I'ma f*ck a girl in St. Lucia's (I'm outta here)
I ran a check through a money machine, then I seduced her
I'm on the top floor, young nigga, young nigga stand out
I'm gettin' cocky, treat the good girl like she random
Catch an attitude, I'ma go and f*ck your friend now
I changed the altitude, hoppin' out the Benz now

My WiFi lit, ten thousand feet off the ground
My bitch play violin, and she made in Cape Town
Found out I cheated on her, she'll still feed me grapes (She'll still feed me grapes)
Tryna fight temptation, something I need to pray about (Yeah)
Tried to talk to the pastor, found out he doin' the same thing
Been havin' a secret relationship on his main thing
You ain't no different from me, young nigga tryna maintain (You ain't no different from me)
I'm goin' for clarity, I don't gotta change lanes (I don't gotta change lanes)
I want a stripper, but I'm gettin' tired of the same thing (I'm gettin' tired)
She understand me 'cause I hustle and make it rain, rain
F*cked me so good, I woke up, bought her a plain Jane
The beauty of her, these hoes ain't in the same lane (They can't come close)
I'm a big dawg, I'ma f*ck my girl in St. Lucia's (What else?)
I'm pourin' Cristal like water, baby, no bullshit (Yeah)
I'm a big dawg, I'ma brrr, spend it, no excuses (Yeah)
Countin' brr like a machine, make the pussy juicy (Yeah)
When she get in the bed, she's amazin' (Amazin')
I got a Mediterranean, I can't save it (I got a Mediterranean)
Pour Cristal on your body when I eat the pussy, yeah
Catch an attitude, I'ma go and f*ck your friend now
I changed the altitude, hoppin' out the Benz now
I got one Chinese, she a ten
I made my Hong Kong girls wear snakeskin
I'm pourin' Cristal like water, baby, no bullshit, yeah

I ran a check through a money machine, then I seduced her (Brrt, Freebandz)
I'm a big dawg, I'ma f*ck a girl in St. Lucia's
My bitch play violin, and she made in Cape Town
I changed the altitude
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Eduardo Earle, Kendricke Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.







Please Tell Me

Please, tell me one Rolex won't do
Please, tell me you want the new Bentley coupe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I just told Richie we rich)

Please
Please, tell me I can throw the sauce on you (please, please)
Please, tell me all the f*ckin' bosses, won't you? (Please, please)
Please, tell me I can buy Chanel for you
Please, tell me one Rolex won't do (one won't do)
Know I hustle hard, ain't got no time (got no time, please)
If I'm with my boys I'm with my slimes (I'm with my slimes, please)
If you play your cards, you gon' be fine (gon' be fine, please)
I told you when I got it, it was mine

Shawty want big dog status (please)
Shawty want big boy karats (please, please)
Shawty rock big boy Pateks (please)
She ain't never had my status (please, please)
She ain't never seen it in person, yeah (Please)
She was just thinkin' they had it (please, please)
She ain't never seen a real nigga, yeah (please)
She was just thinkin' you the one (please, please)
Put you on a whole lotta game, yeah (please)
Put you in a whole lotta furs (please)
Put her in a big boy Range, yeah (please)
Put her in a big boy Spur, yeah (please, please)
You know I got the drank out the mud, yeah (please)
You know I got the diamonds out the dirt (please, please)
Shawty gotta wipe this off (please)
So I gotta pipe that down (please, please)
When a rich nigga text her phone (please)
Baby gotta screenshot now (please)
Went to sleep with all my jewelry on me, yeah (please)
I bet she tryna take a peek now (please, please)
You can splurge all day long, yeah
F*ckin' with a rich nigga now, yeah
And all I really want is for you to hold me down (please, please)

Please
Please, tell me I can throw the sauce on you (please, please)
Please, tell me all the f*ckin' bosses, won't you? (Please, please)
Please, tell me I can buy Chanel for you (please)
Please, tell me one Rolex won't do (one won't do, please)
Know I hustle hard, ain't got no time (got no time, please)
If I'm with my boys I'm with my slimes (I'm with my slimes, please)
If you play your cards, you gon' be fine (gon' be fine, please)
I told you when I got it, it was mine (it's just mine, please)

Please tell me that you do this often
French manicures when I'm golfin'
If I buy you Hermes, I'm bein' cautious
If I buy you Birkins, you gettin' saucy
Yeah, Chanel no.9, yeah, drop one dime, yeah
Steaks and shrimps at Prime, yeah, we eatin' private, yeah
Yeah, you ain't gotta have a cosigner 'cause I'm buyin' it, yeah
If they tell you that it's mine, it's one of a kind, baby (yeah)
Please don't tell me you want it, 'cause I'm buyin' (I'm buyin' it)
Please, please, keep it exclusive like my diamonds
Please, please, keep it tight 'cause you the finest
Please, please, tell me it's one of a kind, baby

Yeah, please tell me I can throw the sauce on you (can I throw the sauce on you?)
Please tell me all the f*ckin' boss, won't you? (all of the bosses, won't you?)
Please tell me I can buy Chanel for you (buy Chanel for you)
Please tell me one Rolex won't do (one Rolex won't do)
Know I hustle hard, ain't got no time (ain't got not time)
If I'm with my boys I'm with my slimes (I'm with my slimes)
If you play your cards, you gon' be fine (you gon' be fine)
I told you when I got it, it was mine

Shawty want big dog status
Shawty want big boy karats, yeah
Shawty rock big boy Pateks, yeah
She ain't never had my status, yeah
She ain't never seen it in person, yeah
You know I got the drank out the mud, yeah
You know I got the diamonds out the dirt
Shawty gotta wipe this off
So I gotta pipe that down
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Tony Son
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group







Shotgun

Shot, shot (shot, shot)
Gun (gun, gun)
Shot, shot (shot, shot)
Gun (gun, gun)
Gun
You wouldn't mind taking time out (you wouldn't mind)
You got good energy like a 5-Hour (good energy like a 5-Hour)
Tell me what you like, I'ma tie it down
I bring you in, never steer you out

Baby, pop somethin' (pop somethin')
Baby, they can't stop nothin' (they can't stop nothin')
You wanna ride with me, shotgun (shotgun)
You wanna slide with me, shotgun (shotgun)
Baby, pop somethin' (pop somethin')
Go up and down like you dropped somethin' (like you dropped somethin')
You wanna ride with me, shotgun (shotgun)
Shotgun, shotgun (gun)

Rainin' hundreds like they all ones
Your purse too full, girl, you dropped somethin' (gun)
You off that pink molly, girl, pop somethin'
Ridin' sideways like we gon' chop something (ridin')
Got a crystal pool, got a MAC-11
Got a chef that's whippin' up lobster spaghetti (run)
Shouldn't've said, "Pop it, pop it," girl, they all jealous
I ain't talkin', girl, I'm makin' a promise

Baby, pop somethin' (pop somethin')
Baby, they can't stop nothin' (they can't stop nothin')
You wanna ride with me, shotgun (shotgun)
You wanna slide with me, shotgun (shotgun)
Baby, pop somethin' (pop somethin')
Go up and down like you dropped somethin' (like you dropped somethin')
You wanna ride with me, shotgun (shotgun)
Shotgun, shotgun

Rainin' hundreds like they all ones (rainin' hundreds like they all ones)
Your purse too full, you dropped somethin' (you dropped somethin')
'Bout to go to the dealer and cop somethin' (let's cop somethin')
New wheels on the 'Rari with your top down (with your top down)
Ten thousand feet up, we get WiFi (we get the wifi)
Swap the diamonds out like a montage (like a montage)
We land the chopper on the front of the yacht (land the helicopter on front of the yacht)
The white G-strings show ass shots (show the ass shots)
My brother Detail live like Einstein (like Einstein)
We in the Matrix, we can rewind time (rewind time)
Thirty foot ceilings in my glass house (in my glass house)
You could've quit but you ain't give up on me, you stayed down (stayed down)

Baby, pop somethin' (pop, pop, pop, pop)
Baby, they can't stop nothin' (they can't stop nothin')
You wanna ride with me, shotgun (you wanna ride, ride, ride)
You wanna slide with me, shotgun (you wanna slide, slide, slide)
Baby, pop somethin' (pop somethin')
Go up and down like you dropped somethin' (go up and down)
You wanna ride with me, shotgun (you wanna ride with me)
Shotgun, shotgun (shot, shot, shot, shot)

I'ma pop up, tell me where the f*ck you at?
You get upset, you do some shit you gon' regret
It was dark, it was late, you were gone
Don't leave me alone in the dark thinkin' 'bout you
Ridin' shotgun, let the AC blow through your hair (your hair, hair)
I secured this bag already, ain't got no care (no care, care)
Tell them bitches get off your dick, girl, it ain't fair (it ain't fair, fair)
Let's go flawless shopping, girl, this shit is rare (shit is rare, rare, rare)

Baby, pop somethin' (pop, pop, pop)
Baby, they can't stop nothin' (they can't stop, stop, stop)
You wanna ride with me, shotgun (you wanna ride, ride, ride)
You wanna slide with me, shotgun (you wanna slide, slide, slide)
Baby, pop somethin' (pop, pop, pop, pop)
Go up and down like you dropped somethin' (go up, up, up, up)
You wanna ride with me, shotgun (gon' ride, ride, ride)
Shotgun (gun), shotgun
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Writer: Justin Bradley, Justin Rodriguez, Markiee Jones, Nayvadius Wilburn, Ruben Raymond, JOSHUA ADAMS, Noel Fisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Exploration Group LLC







Government Official

Please stop what you're doing, yeah, yeah, yeah
FBG FXX with me, it's more number ones to tend to

I just went out to Morocco to do some recruitin' (yeah, yeah)
F*ck the government official, we plugged with Putin (yeah, yeah)
Got two twin sisters, yeah, they squirt, they be shootin' (yeah, yeah)
Don't get your squirt-squirt on the shirt-shirt, be a fool (yeah, yeah)
They drank the wine bar, pop lot of bottles, on the move (yeah, yeah)
I turn the bando to a jewelry store, when I do (yeah, yeah)
I turned a penthouse to a hotel (oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm talkin' 54 hoes, had 'em snortin' fish scale (yeah, yeah)

Takin' a hit it off her fingernail, oh well, well, well (yeah)
Got some bad shit in Israel oh well, well, well (yeah)
I can't be tellin' no lies, jewelers jump on a boat (whoa, yeah)
Went to Lagos, Nigeria, travelin' coast to coast
Had to treat her like the Coast Guard, had to save a broad (oh yeah, yeah)
We got the oil money comin' in, smokin' out the vapor (yeah, yeah)
She talkin' British when they can't understand, but I feel it (yeah, yeah)
African, gave my bitch a lil' hunnid bands, I can dig it (yeah, yeah)

Told me she gettin' back to the city, she comin' to spend it (yeah)
Got two twin sisters, yeah, they squirt, they be shootin' (yeah, yeah)
Don't get your squirt-squirt on the shirt-shirt, be a fool (yeah, yeah)
I turn the bando to a jewelry store, when I do (yeah, yeah)

I feed them racks to you like a monster, that's food (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a sponsor, I'm a player, yeah, I tell the truth (yeah)
It's nothing I couldn't conquer, oh well, oh well, well (yeah)
Got the hottest ones comin' from Brazil oh well, oh yeah
She see the better side of me, she threw us a party
I got six sons, I'm a don like their last name Marley (yeah)
Go lay in the sun, put your hair in a bun, ride it like a Harley (yeah, yeah)
I got that one-of-one spill, so they record me (record me)

I just went out to Morocco to do some recruitin' (yeah, yeah)
F*ck the government official, we plugged with Putin (yeah, yeah)
Got two twin sisters, yeah, they squirt, they be shootin' (yeah, yeah)
Don't get your squirt-squirt on the shirt-shirt, be a fool (yeah, yeah)

When I drink Codeine, I get in my feelings (my-my feelings)
I don't wanna see you in the same places I'm in (I'm-I'm in)
I like takin' ecstasy, it made me a millionaire (made me a millionaire)
It made me get emotional with the bitches (emotional with the bitches)

I feed them racks to you like a monster, that's food (yeah, yeah)
Told me she's gettin' back to the city, she's comin' to spend it (yeah)
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Maudell Watkins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group







Extra

(FBG FXX with me, it's more number ones to tend to)
Talk to a baddie, call me in traffic
Come up to Magic you tryna see me

Rich ass nigga
Lost a couple mil' last year, got figures
Made a couple bags, my bag got bigger
I'ma make it hard for them to trace my pictures, goddamn
Made a hundred mil', my nigga
Need a big booty bitch to fall in love with me
I can make it hard for you to fall in love with me

My bitch asked me why I always stay extra-d out
All my whips got extras now
Why so many hoes on the low? You know
Why my niggas extras? (Extra, extra, extra)
Why my bitch so extra?
I'm always on extra

Pour me another one, I cannot slow
Until I can't feel no more pain
Pour me another one, I cannot slow
Until I can't feel no more pain

Jump out this bitch, got the water again
These bitches calling me Aquaman
I got her phone number callin' again (Callin' again, callin' again)
Benjis on Benjis on Benjis again
That's all I been on since you got with him
Ain't been the same since, I wanna save my pain
You know it's all before, man, these hoes all in love
Had to hit all the clubs, swapped out the ones before
Big booty from my city, never seen nothin' like
Nothin' like hit it, quit it

My bitch asked me why I always stay extra-d out
All my whips got extras now
Why so many hoes on the low? You know
Why my niggas extras? (Extra, extra, extra)
Why my bitch so extra?
I'm always on extra

Pour me another one, I cannot slow
Until I can't feel no more pain

(Rich nigga, rich nigga
Extra, extra
Rich nigga, rich nigga)
I'm so (Extra)
As long as you know
Say you're in my bed
Say you're queen
Save you my pride
(Rich, rich
Extra
Rich nigga, rich nigga)
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Maudell Watkins, Ryan Martines, Atupele Ndisale, AMber Olivier, David Patino, Christopher Wood
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.







Love Thy Enemies

Love my enemies, love my enemies, oh, oh

Makin' love to the enemy, makin' love to the enemy, oh, oh, oh

Roses, roses, I sent, they forever died, oh

Chosen, frozen, livin' in paradise, woah

I've been possessed, they wanna take my soul

Save my flesh, I'm in need of your cure

Tracin' back to orbit is where we met, met

You wasn't considerate to how I was feelin', yeah

I don't wan' explain this to my children

I need to find the words without soundin' foolish

Call it temporary illusions, yeah

Treat me like property, what you pursuin'

I need angels, I need angels, yeah

I need answers, who I can trust?

Fighting through breakups, revelation

Complicated obligations

Roses, roses, I sent, they forever died, oh

Chosen, frozen, livin' in paradise, woah

Love thy enemy

Walk through the valley of the shadow of death, oh, oh
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Writer: Nayvadius Wilburn, Andre Proctor
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.







Back to: Future


Save Me (stylized in all caps) is the first solo extended play by Future, released through Freebandz and Epic Records.

It debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200.
Performed By: Future
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Bobby Raps, Detail, Dre Moon, Fuse, Fxxxxy, G. Ry, K-Major, Nellz, Richie Souf, Will Yanez
Length: 20:14
Released: June 7th, 2019
Year: 2019

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