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Kaytranada - Timeless Album Lyrics



Kaytranada - Timeless Lyrics






Pressure

Kaytranada
Classic, timeless

[Instrumental]
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Spit It Out

[ Featuring Rochelle Jordan ]

Uh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah

I think it's time, baby
Conversations heavy on your mind lately
You don't even look me in the eye, crazy
How you put "I love you" to the side, lazy
You don't even try

Think about what we had
Remember it felt so good
Moving like it's a trap
It's been like this since June
Started to overthink
What we once understood
If you try to get through
You know what to do

Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, say it out loud
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, say it out loud
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, say it out loud
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, say it out loud

You gotta spit it out, say it right now
You gotta spit it out, say it out loud
You gotta spit it out, say it right now
You gotta spit it out, say it out loud

I'm like the right place on the wrong date
In the same book, on the wrong page
Down to earth, but we need more space
And it does hurt that we both changed
Are we ever gonna say it
Heard a pin drop in the hallway
Heard my heart stop when you called me
I was hoping that you would say the most in an honest way
But instead, the phone was breaking up

Think about what we had
Remember it felt so good
Moving like it's a trap
It's been like this since June (since June)
Started to overthink
What we once understood
If you try to get through
You know what to do

Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, say it out loud
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, say it out loud
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, say it out loud
Spit it out
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, say it out loud

You gotta spit it out, say it right now
You gotta spit it out, say it out loud
You gotta spit it out, say it right now
You gotta spit it out, say it out loud
You gotta spit it out, say it right now
You gotta spit it out, say it out loud
You gotta spit it out, say it right now
You gotta spit it out, say it out loud
(Out loud, out loud, out loud, out loud)
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Writer: Daniel Celestin, Rochelle Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Call U Up

[ Featuring Lou Phelps ]

Yeah, yeah
Yes sir, yo

This right here is the pretty boy swag
My niggas pretty too, got pretty boy mags
And pretty boy gats
The pretty boy status, Eziek too fly
I don't even need a stylist (nah)
Movin' something like a goddess
I get what I want, know I got you niggas jealous (jealous)
She wants to caress my tats
I let her talk back, got pornstar stats (yeah)
Always end up on top like missionary
Beat the pussy up, put it in the cemetery (yeah)
You not used to a nigga like me
You like white boys rockin' Abercrombie (oh)
Shit's too easy to feel this good
Shit's too easy to be this complicated
F*ck all the politics, act on your instinct
Let's make magic before it's too late (before it's too late)

Make a nigga wanna call you up (I don't wanna, uh)
I don't think I had enough (and I don't think I)
Make a nigga fall in love (shh, I don't wanna, uh)
I don't think I had enough (and I don't think I)

I don't wanna call you up
'Cause I don't wanna fall in love (I don't wanna, uh)
But I don't think I had enough
But I don't think I had enough (and I don't think I)
And I don't wanna call you up
'Cause I don't wanna fall in love (shh, I don't wanna, uh)
I don't think I had enough
I don't think I had enough, no

She's a natural, so sexy
Rocks the afro, drive me crazy
Good temper, she's a dancer
Cut like a sample, this the anthem
I'm in Miami, I'm in the Hamptons (ay, ay)
A nigga like me got no agenda
Hair braided like Iverson
She like "Lou, you look even better in person"
I missed one thing, she was born in August
Freak on the low, but she cut me off quick
Met another one, shawty's a Pisces
Kept it spicy and icy like me
She spends her days on coast
My life is a movie, come be my Coast Guard, uh
It takes two to tango
My name is Lou Phelps, baby, nice to meet ya

Make a nigga wanna call you up (I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
I don't think I had enough (and I don't think I)
Make a nigga fall in love (oh, oh, oh)
I don't think I had enough

I don't wanna call you up (make a nigga wanna call you up)
'Cause I don't wanna fall in love (I don't wanna, I don't wanna)
But I don't think I had enough (I don't think I had enough)
But I don't think I had enough (yeah, yeah)
And I don't wanna call you up (make a nigga wanna call you up)
'Cause I don't wanna fall in love (oh, oh)
I don't think I had enough (I don't think I had enough)
I don't think I had enough
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Writer: Louis Kevin Celestin, Louis Philippe Celestin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Weird

[ Featuring Durand Bernarr ]

Why you wanna be weird? Ooh
You ain't gotta be weird, ooh
Get that outta here, fool
I can sense it

Don't be that guy, muckin' up the vibe
It's only been six minutes since I stepped inside
Take a step back, you need to relax
I bet you'll just fine
Know that for a fact

Because you're killin' me
With all your funky energy
Give a little space to breathe
Never cost you zero coins
Assumed I'm bein' annoying, so I

Why you wanna be weird? (Why you gotta be weird?)
You ain't gotta be weird (ah)
Get that outta here, fool (I can sense it)
I can sense it

Let me help you read the room
It's clear that you don't know how to
If I'm gonna play pretend
It's gonna have to involve a chick

Because you're killin' me
With your retrograde in Mercury
What side is it? Win or leave

And while you're focused on the stars
You missed the best part, I know I (why you gotta be weird?)
Why you gotta be weird? (You ain't gotta be weird)
And get that outta here (get that outta here, fool)
Right (I can sense it)

My word, you are absurd
What you see is probably a blur
'Cause you can't read the room
Everything was cute 'til you came through, I'm sayin'
Please stop tellin' folks that we cool
You might like me, but I don't like you
Might hurt, but I gotta tell the truth
'Cause if I waste your time, I don't waste mine too, oh

Ooh, why you wanna be weird? (Oh, why you gotta be weird?)
You ain't gotta be weird (you ain't gotta be weird)
Get that outta here, fool (get that outta here)
I can sense it, oh
Why you wanna be weird? (why you wanna be weird?)
You ain't gotta be weird? (You ain't gotta be weird)
Get that outta here, fool (I, oh)
I can sense it
(Everybody, just)
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Writer: Louis Celestin, Druand Bernarr
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Dance Dance Dance Dance

[Instrumental]
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Feel a Way

[ Featuring Don Toliver ]

I feel a way
No lookin' for it, never
I really ain't been myself sometimes
Got caught up in my ways
I'm caught up undercover
It really ain't been a long time
Since I been causin' my love

I like it anyways
You like to come play
Take it down here, so
Baby, let me so
I like it anyways
You like to come play
Take it down here, so
Baby, let me tell you so

I feel a way
No lookin' for it, never
I really ain't been myself sometimes
Got caught up in my ways
I'm caught up undercover
It really ain't been a long time
Since I been causin' my love

I stayed out all night askin' for you
No, I'm thinkin' it, I'm dreamin' of your love
I guess I'm askin' for you
The only thing that I can do
Been guarding your love and all that it was
It was just what it was

I like it anyways
You like to come play
Take it down here, so
Baby, let me so
I like it anyways
You like to come play
Take it down here so
Baby, let me tell you so

I feel a way
No lookin' for it, never
I really ain't been myself sometimes
Got caught up in my ways
I'm caught up undercover
It really ain't been a long time
Since I been causin' my love
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Writer: Louis Kevin Celestin, Caleb Zackery Toliver
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Still

[ Featuring Charlotte Day Wilson ]

Tears in my eyes thinkin' of you
It drips to my smile, tastes just like you do
Things ain't been so good lately and I'm the one to blame
Going through the motions 'cause it just don't feel the same

But I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
Please, just love me too

I don't know why I act how I do
Just bring out the side of me against you
Things ain't been so good lately and I say it's my fault
And we both know there's two of us both keeping the score
Hey

But I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
Please, still love me too
Hey

But I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
I still love you
Yeah, I still love you, baby
Please, still love me too
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Writer: Louis Kevin Celestin, Charlotte Day Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Video

[ Featuring Ravyn Lenae ]

Bring your trust for good
I think that I should let you know
Perfect lust, feel good
Keep watching me through video, mm, nah
Like a dial up modem, I'm all in your system
Can admit that I won't take long (it won't take long)
Feel the heartbeat beat in my soul (yeah)
Snap a shot, am I the moving picture? (Takin' pictures that's makin' it show)
Baby, I just need one thing (can I get a cameo?)

(Show me where you want me to go)
His best emotion
I'm everywhere, I'm a URL, ooh
(Can we put it on video?)
I know you want to
Boy, don't be scared
They believe it's real, oh

You can touch, I like when you take control, don't be shy
'Cause it feels so right when you put your body on mine
Least you could do is say no
Look at it from this angle
Knockin' through your screen (uh, uh, uh)
Baby, what's our dynamic?
How should we take advantage?
I just need one thing

(Show me where you want me to go)
His best emotion
I'm everywhere, I'm a URL, ooh
(Can we put it on video?)
I know you want to
Boy, don't be scared
They believe it's real, oh
(Show me where you want me to go)
His best emotion
I'm everywhere, I'm a URL, ooh
(Can we put it on video?)
I know you want to
Boy, don't be scared
They believe it's real, oh

(Show me where you want me to go)
(Can we put it on video?)
(Can we put it on video?)
Boy, don't be scared
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Writer: Louis Celestin, Ravyn Lenae
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Seemingly

[Instrumental]
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Drip Sweat

[ Featuring Channel Tres ]

Man's got me f*cked up
Best keep my head up
You hold your hands up
They might not shoot y'all
All of this hoopla
Because of the internet
If it's 'bout bullshit, they using my interest

Hell nah
Oh, you speeding
Hell nah
Oh
Hell nah
No

Drip, drip sweat
Love it when I drip sweat
Drip sweat
Love it when I drip sweat
Drip sweat
Love it when I drip

Jump off the ledge
Time is essence
I am the legend
The party don't stop
We need more low end
Yeah, there you go
Stroking my ego
You know how I get
When I'm 'round my people
When I'm 'round my people

Focus on measurement
Time and distance
Said focus on measurement
Time and distance
I'm f*cking you, jump

Drip, drip sweat
Love it when I drip sweat
Drip sweat
Love it when I drip sweat
Drip sweat
Love it when I drip sweat
Drip sweat
Love it when I drip

Man's got me f*cked up
Best keep my head up
You hold your hands up
They might not shoot y'all
All of this hoopla
Because of the internet
If it's about bullshit, they using my interest

Hell nah
Oh, you speeding
Hell nah
Oh
Hell nah
Oh

Drip, drip sweat
Love it when I drip sweat
Drip, drip sweat
Love it when I drip sweat
Drip, drip sweat
Love it when I drip sweat
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Writer: RAHUL DEV BURMAN, JAMES BROWN, LOUIS KEVIN CELESTIN, SHELDON YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Hold On

[ Featuring Dawn Richard ]

I don't wanna waste it if you ain't got time
It's feeling real good if you open your eyes
It's a movie every time I walk by, yeah
I'm feeling my single, you wanna come by?

Can we go back? Can we go back
To days when lights use to dance, yeah, uh
Can we go back, can we go back
To days when love wasn't scared yeah, uh, yeah

So hold on
Hold on to
Hold on, yeah, uh
Hold on to

I like the vibration when the level this high
Been living too scared, you should loosen your vibe
You should take a second, you should give me the night
It's feeling like a dream when we on this vibe, yeah

Can we go back? Can we go back
To days when lights use to dance, yeah, uh
Can we go back, can we go back
To days when love wasn't scared yeah, uh, yeah

So hold on
Hold on to
Hold on, yeah, uh
Hold on to

So hold on
Hold on to
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Writer: Louis Celestin, Dawn Richard
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Please Babe

[Instrumental]
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Stepped On

Something's wrong with me
For me to really
Know how nice I'd be
Was killing me softly (yeah)
I could not help it
Give you a chance to sit
Used to live with this
Gift and curse, it is (it is)

And I let you enjoy that quality, I
I've been stepped on a lot
You know it was damaged
And I let you enjoy that quality, I
I've been stepped on a lot
You know it was damaged

Let's take my kindness for weakness
I say "Yes, man," I'm helpless
Can't find my way for defense (defense)
Afraid to hurt your feelings
Evolution be useless
It's a time after healing (healing)

And I let you enjoy that quality, I
I've been stepped on a lot
You know it was damaged
And I let you enjoy that quality, I
I've been stepped on a lot
You know it was damaged
And I let you enjoy that quality, I
I've been stepped on a lot
You know it was damaged
And I let you enjoy that quality, I
I've been stepped on a lot
You know it was damaged

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Yeah, yeah) Stepped on
You know I'm tired (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'm so tired (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Of being stepped on
I'm getting stepped on
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I've been stepped on
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
I've been stepped on

And I let you enjoy that quality, I
I've been stepped on a lot
You know it was damaged
And I let you enjoy that quality, I
I've been stepped on a lot
You know it was damaged

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I've been stepped on
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I've been stepped on
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Writer: Louis Celestin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




More Than a Little Bit

[ Featuring Tinashe ]

Off rip, it's a cold world
My heart frozen
It's all lit 'cause of you but you don't care
Alright, lettin' down my hair
My neck, my back, my wrist
These hoes ain't coppin' like this
My whip all-white, ice cream
All matte, glitter pink

Honestly, oh
I've been trying to get over us
But you just won't go away, oh
Text me, call me, call me

But you just won't go away, uh-uh
(It's a cold world, my heart frozen, it's all lit)
But I still love you a little bit more than a little bit
But I just can't run away, oh-oh (my back, my wrist)
(These hoes ain't coppin' like this)
Yeah, yeah (my whip all-white, ice cream)
All matte, glitter pink

Give me one more night is what you said
Said to me too many times
Stick to your little script
You can save the lies
I've been with the shits, f*ckin' you
Damn, it still feels nice
Give me all of you
All of me, all of it, uh-uh
Now I start to think I'm better off with none at all
At the front door, light switch
It's open, uh-uh
Waiting upstairs, undressed
Private dance, uh-uh
Let it out your mind to open up

And I just can't run away, oh
I've been trying to get over us
But you just won't go away, oh
Text me, call me, call me

But you just won't go away, uh-uh
(It's a cold world, my heart frozen, it's all lit)
But I still love you a little bit more than a little bit
But I just can't run away, oh-oh (my back, my wrist)
(These hoes ain't coppin' like this)
Yeah, yeah (my whip all-white, ice cream)
All matte, glitter pink
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Writer: Tinashe Jorgensen Kachingwe, Louis Celestin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Do 2 Me

[ Featuring SiR, Anderson .Paak ]

Yeah, here we go

Damn, I cannot just stop myself
From thinkin' about that big ass I felt
When I finally get some time on the shelf
I'mma take you up on that offer (if it still stands)
I might have to put your ass in a five by four case of glass
And show you off
You know, some type of art expo
You Miami bad, so type special (yeah)
Both hands up pullin' the magic (yeah)
And it's all mine from my understanding (yeah)
And I don't mind taking my time if I can
I'm a slow ride 'til you say "Smash it" (yeah)
Hey, I hopped out the pussy and went right back (right back)
And I hopped out the pussy and went right back (right back)
And I might have to put you in a tight little freezer
And nobody gonna see you 'til 3010, come on ('til 3010)

You know what you do to me
I said, "No, what I don't usually"
She said, "Whip it out, whip it on out"
I said, "No doubt, poke it on out"
She said, "You know what you do to me"
I said, "No, what I don't usually"
She said, "Whip it out, whip it on out"
I said, "No doubt, poke it on out"

Damn, I cannot just stop myself
From thinkin' about that big ass I felt
When I finally get some time on the shelf
I'mma take you up on that offer (if it still stands)
I might have to put your ass in a five by four case of glass
And show you off
Huh, some type of art expo
You Miami bad, some type special (damn)
Both hands up pullin' the magic (yeah)
And it's all mine from my understandin' (yeah)
And I don't mind taking my time if I can
I'm a slow ride 'til you say "Smash it" (yeah)
Hey, I hopped out the pussy and went right back (right back)
And I hopped out the pussy and went right back (right back)
And I might have to put you in a tight little freezer
And nobody gonna see you 'til 3010, come on ('til 3010)

You know what you do to me
I said, "No, what I don't usually"
She said, "Whip it out, whip it on out"
I said, "No doubt, poke it on out"
She said, "You know what you do to me"
I said, "No, what I don't usually"
She said, "Whip it out, whip it on out"
I said, "No doubt, poke it on out"

Damn, I just cannot just stop myself
From thinkin' about that big ass I felt
When I finally get some time on the shelf
I'mma take you up on that offer (if it still stands)
I might have to put your ass in a five by four case of glass
And show you off
Huh, some type of art expo
You Miami bad, some type special (damn)
Both hands up pullin' the magic (yeah)
And it's all mine from my understandin' (yeah)
And I don't mind taking my time if I can
I'm a slow ride 'til you say, "Smash it" (yeah)
Hey, I hopped out the pussy and went right back (right back)
And I hopped out the pussy and went right back (right back)
And I might have to put you in a tight little freezer
And nobody gonna see you 'til 3010, come on ('til 3010)

A hundred miles an hour, down the 405
You gon' answer when I hit your line
Got that up ting, what's the plot? Check, check
Pokin' out the gate, make that bubble drop (yes, yes)
Shit, I better park the whip quick
Tryna lose the lipstick on the tip-tip
'Bout to take a quick trip with this misfit tiny frame
It would be a shame if it didn't fit
We're just leaving with some good intentions and a bad plan
If you really listen, I've been there, man
Hopeful wishing with some broken wings
But I'm still fly
(Can't lie, still fly)
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Writer: Alissia Benveniste, Brandon Alexander, Christopher Wallace, Sean Combs, Ernesto Dumont, Louis Celestin, Maurice Brown, Om'Mas Keith, Sir Darryl Farris, Steven Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Witchy

[ Featuring Childish Gambino ]

Magic
It's something special in the mornin'
It's 2:15 up in the mornin'
I'm talkin' to you, but I'm really tryna hold your hand
Spirits
They're all around you, can you feel it?
My niggas don't believe in crystals
They see you dancin', girl, they watch it go off

I can feel you in the night (no lie)
I don't want no other vibe (no lie)
I've been missing somethin'
That I cannot control
When I'm near, in your arms
In your eyes, I realize (yeah, now)
You make me feel like I've been floatin' (oh, no)
This ain't a spell, you got me open, girl
You're bein' witchy and I love it, girl
Can you feel it?
Girl, don't wanna lie
Girl, don't wanna lie
Girl, been holdin on to me, yeah
To me, yeah
To me, yeah

Potion
We drinkin' somethin', now I'm spinnin'
You got me thinkin' somethin's in it
He's got me feelin' like I wanna be your boyfriend

I can feel you in the night (no lie)
I don't want no other vibe (no lie)
I've been missing somethin'
That I cannot control
When I'm near, in your arms
In your eyes, I realize

It's voodoo (yeah, now)
You make me feel like I've been floatin' (oh, no)
This ain't a spell, you got me open, girl
You're bein' witchy and I love it, girl
Can you feel it?
Girl, don't wanna lie
Girl, don't wanna lie
Girl, been holdin on to me, yeah
With me, yeah

Can you feel it? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Can you feel it?
Feel it
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Writer: Donald Glover, Louis Celestin
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Lover/Friend

[ Featuring Rochelle Jordan ]

Lover
Friend
Lover
Friend
Lover
Friend
Lover
Friend
Lover
Friend
Lover
Friend

Waiting for me
I'm waiting for you
Why we pause when we feel the emotion?
This attention, that affection
If you throw it, I'll hit it back to you

If you want it
You know it wasn't out the blue
When you felt that
We ain't even got to choose
If you want it
Got to tell me now, oh, yeah
Good to know, 'cause I

Heard you wanna be my lover
Wanna be more than friends
Heard you wanna be my lover
And you can't pretend
Heard you wanna be my lover
Wanna be more than friends
Heard you wanna be my lover
And you can't pretend

Is it gonna be (lover)
Don't you wanna be (friends)
Is it gonna be (lover)
Don't you wanna be (friends)
Is it gonna be (lover)
Don't you wanna be (friends)
Is it gonna be (lover)
Don't you wanna be (friends)

No defenses, satisfaction
Stopped your heart, just to get a reaction
Kept you wanting, let it haunt you
Can't deny, when it's right
No one has to lose

If you want it
You know it wasn't out the blue
When you felt that
We ain't even got to choose
If you want it
Got to tell me now, oh
Good to know

Heard you wanna be my lover
Wanna be more than friends
Heard you wanna be my lover
And you can't pretend
Heard you wanna be my lover
Wanna be more than friends
Heard you wanna be my lover
And you can't pretend

Is it gonna be (lover)
Don't you wanna be (friends)
Is it gonna be (lover)
Don't you wanna be (friends)
Is it gonna be (lover)
Don't you wanna be (friends)
Is it gonna be (lover)
Don't you wanna be (friends)

Lover
Friend
Lover
Friend
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Writer: Louis Celestin, Rochelle Jordan, Rush Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




Wasted Words

[ Featuring Thundercat ]

Rise, rise, rise
Above it all
Above it all

Oh, you got the strap?
Oh, word? (Nigga, nigga, nigga)
Who gives a f*ck? (Nigga, nigga, nigga)
Mr. Know-it-all (Mr. Know-it-all, know-it-all)
No one gives a f*ck what you talkin' 'bout (Nigga, nigga, nigga)
So just shut your mouth
You filthy whore
All these wasted words
Don't celebrate
Boy, you hella weak
And hella late
Just, just eat the cake
You built like a garbage can
You look like you need some milk
You need to take that hat off
'Cause your outfit is trash
Get back in your car
Put it in reverse
And just close your eyes
Let go

(Drunk ass nigga)
(Be cool, nigga)
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Writer: Louis Celestin, Stephen Lee Burner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Snap My Finger

[ Featuring PinkPantheress ]

I left my room and I know I left it soon, it's over
I wait for you
I check my wrist
Think my watch is tellin' lies on me
I got here at six
You won't explain why you aren't callin' me lately
I'll wait outside all night because you want me to
You're getting pissed
I'll figure it out 'cause I know maybe one day you'll feel the same

Whoa, oh-oh, oh-oh (get my mind off you)
Where'd you go? (It was getting late)
I'm goin' home
I'll figure it out
And maybe one day, you'll feel the same
Whoa, oh-oh, oh-oh (get my mind off you)
Where'd you go? (It's was getting late)
I'm goin' home
I'll figure it out
And maybe one day, you'll feel the same

I wish that I could snap my finger
La-la-la-la-la
Wish that I could, wish that I could
La-la-la-la-la
Wish that I could snap my finger
La-la-la-la-la
Wish that I could, wish that I could
La-la-la-la-la

I left my room and I know I left it soon, it's over
I wait for you
La-la-la-la-la
I'm getting sick
It's the feeling I got when I saw the train that I missed
La-la-la-la-la
I got the next one 'cause you chose not to save me
By driving me instead like I had asked you to
You're getting pissed
I'm hanging around 'cause I know maybe one day you'll feel the same

Whoa, oh-oh, oh-oh (get my mind off you)
Where'd you go? (It was getting late)
I'm goin' home
I'll figure it out
And maybe one day, you'll feel the same
Whoa, oh-oh, oh-oh (get my mind off you)
Where'd you go? (It was getting late)
I'm goin' home
I'll figure it out
And maybe one day
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Writer: Louis Celestin, Victoria Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Stuntin

[ Featuring Channel Tres ]

Mm
Yeah, yeah
Shit
Yeah, yeah
I woke up feeling like the best, nigga
So l gotta put on the best (stunt, yeah, shit)

I barely know (yeah, I barely know)
It's time to go (get yo' shit, get yo' shit, uh)
We need more dro (smokin' that, smokin' that)
The hoes they keep on coming
Damn, you see me stuntin', yeah (see me stuntin')

Feel like the summertime now (summertime now), mm (yeah)
'Member riding with the top down? (Top down)
405, sun roof high, shades on eyes (yeah)
Slide right by
You be my guide, I'll follow you
Don't say too much, just follow through

Time for me to get in my zone
Which, which one of y'all am I takin' home?
'Bouta be a long night, gon' be here till the morn' (shit)
Girl, you know we in tune
Love the private life, I see you in the room
You know the private life, see you on Zoom
Damn, it's packed in here, I need elbow room

(Shit) I barely know (shit, uh-uh, yeah, I barely know)
It's time to go (get yo' shit, get yo' shit, uh)
We need more dro (smokin' that, yeah, smokin' that)
The hoes they keep on coming (yeah, you see me)
Damn, you see me stuntin', yeah (see me stuntin')

Yeah, shit, stuntin', stuntin' (yeah)
Aye, Kay, what you wanna do?

Diamonds on every hand, mm-mhm
I'm Prince in these leather pants, mm-mhm
No, I don't give a damn, I get it from the motherland (see me stuntin')
Keep 'em standin', they gon' manage
Yeah, the streets goin' up (goin' up)
Know we keep them anthems, shit, say less (say less)
Remy and great sex (great sex)
I see about eight exes in here
Me and Kay, Rose over here
If you ain't f*ckin' with us, then you prolly in the way over here

Time for me to get in my zone
Which, which one of y'all am I takin' home?
'Bouta be a long night, gon' be here till the morn' (shit)
Girl, you know we in tune
Love the private life, I see you in the room
You know the private life, see you on Zoom
Damn, it's packed in here, I need elbow room

(Shit) I barely know (shit, uh-uh, yeah, I barely know)
It's time to go (get yo' shit, get yo' shit, uh)
We need more dro (smokin' that, yeah, smokin' that)
The hoes they keep on coming (yeah, you see me)
Damn, you see me stuntin', yeah (see me stuntin')

Stuntin', stuntin', ah-yeah
Stuntin' (see me stuntin'), yeah
Uh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Louis Celestin, Sheldon Young, Maurice Powell, Jerome Castille
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Out of Luck

Can't afford you
Can't pretend, can't move forward
I'm all in, I'm all for you
I'm depending on this

If I
If I were losing you
Baby
Would you make me believe?
Believe
That I'm all out of luck, love
And if I
If I were losing you
Baby
Would you make me believe?
Believe
That I'm all out of luck, love

Is it more than a little?
You're a bit preoccupied
And you all in the middle
Baby, have you lost your mind now?
Give it up, put an end to it
I need undivided time, I'm onto you
Baby, I'm onto you

If you treat me right, you won't need another lover
Can you fantasize all the things that ever haunted
You and made you cry?
You won't need another woman
'Cause, baby, I'll be there

If I
If I were losing you
Baby
Would you make me believe?
Believe
That I'm all out of luck, love
And if I
If I were losing you
Baby
Would you make me believe?
Believe
That I'm all out of luck, love

Luck
I'm all out of luck
I'm all out of luck
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Kevin Celestin, Mariah A. Buckles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




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Timeless is the third solo studio album by the Canadian electronic music producer Kaytranada, released by RCA Records on June 7, 2024.

Timeless received generally positive reviews from music critics. On Metacritic, which assigns a weighted mean score based on ratings from publications, the album scored 78 out of 100 based on 9 reviews, indicating "generally favorable reviews".
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Electronic, R&B, hip hop
Producer(s): Kaytranada
Length: 62:50
Released: June 7th, 2024
Year: 2024

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