Saw things I imagined
I saw things I imagined
I saw things I imagined
I saw things I imagined
I saw things I imagined
Things I imagined
Things I imagined
Things I imagined
Saw things I imagined
I saw things I imagined
I saw things I imagined
I saw things I imagined
I saw things I imagined
Things I imagined
Things I imagined
Things I imagined
Taking on, taking on the lie
Taking on, taking on the lie
Taking on the lie
Solange - When I Get Home Album Lyrics
Solange - When I Get Home Lyrics
- Things I Imagined
- S McGregor (Interlude)
- Down with the Clique
- Way to the Show
- Can I Hold the Mic (Interlude)
- Stay Flo
- Dreams
- Nothing Without Intention (Interlude)
- Almeda
- Time (Is)
- My Skin My Logo
- We Deal with the Freakn (Intermission)
- Jerrod
- Binz
- Beltway
- Exit Scott (Interlude)
- Sound of Rain
- Not Screwed! (Interlude)
- Im a Witness
Writer: Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
S McGregor (Interlude)
And now my heart knows no delight
I boarded a train
Kissed all goodbye
I boarded a train
Kissed all goodbye
And now my heart knows no delight
I boarded a train
Kissed all goodbye
I boarded a train
Kissed all goodbye
And now my heart knows no delight
Writer: Solange Knowles, Vivian Allen Ayers, John Key, Giovanni Cortez
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Down with the Clique
We were fallin' in the deep
Bathe in the delight
We were rollin' up the street
Chasing the divine, oh
We were down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
Down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
We were wild and entertained, goin' the whole day
Bound to come undone
Brown and brown
Ooh
What do you take from me?
Will you, will you see? Yeah
We were, we were (Down) down with ya, down with ya
(Down) Down, down with ya, down with ya
Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
(Are you down?)
Down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya (Are you down?)
We were down
Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya (Are you down? Are you down?)
Down, down with ya, down with ya (Are you down?)
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Selling your worth
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Babe, I come first
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Bathe in the delight
We were rollin' up the street
Chasing the divine, oh
We were down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
Down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
We were wild and entertained, goin' the whole day
Bound to come undone
Brown and brown
Ooh
What do you take from me?
Will you, will you see? Yeah
We were, we were (Down) down with ya, down with ya
(Down) Down, down with ya, down with ya
Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya
(Are you down?)
Down with ya, down with ya
Down, down with ya, down with ya (Are you down?)
We were down
Down-down-down-down with ya, down with ya (Are you down? Are you down?)
Down, down with ya, down with ya (Are you down?)
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Selling your worth
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Down with y-down with y-down
Babe, I come first
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Are you down?
Writer: Gio Escobar, John Key, John Kirby, Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Way to the Show
Call me, even on the way to the show
Way to the show, candy paint down to the floor
Call me, give it all away to the show
Way to the show, candy paint down open doors
Wait 'til you know, then when time come lick the floors
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Call me when you're on the way to the coast
Way to the show, candy paint down to the floor
Way to the show, candy paint down to the floor
Way to the show, candy paint-paint, make it talk
Wait, you don't know
Know the midway like a guard
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh you can get it (Aw, yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh you can get it (Aw, yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh, you can get it
Oh, you can get it
Call me, give it all away to the car
Way to the show, candy paint down to the floor
Wait 'til you know, when the thing bang I'ma ball
End of the malls, drop it down low to the floor
Take all your calls, when the thing bang I'ma ball
Take another night
Given on the way that you hold
And I know the ways that you fold
And I know the way that you call
I'ma come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it in a minute
Come and get it
Way to the show, candy paint down to the floor
Call me, give it all away to the show
Way to the show, candy paint down open doors
Wait 'til you know, then when time come lick the floors
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Call me when you're on the way to the coast
Way to the show, candy paint down to the floor
Way to the show, candy paint down to the floor
Way to the show, candy paint-paint, make it talk
Wait, you don't know
Know the midway like a guard
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can get it
Uh-huh, uh-huh you can get it (Aw, yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh you can get it (Aw, yeah)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Oh, you can get it
Oh, you can get it
Call me, give it all away to the car
Way to the show, candy paint down to the floor
Wait 'til you know, when the thing bang I'ma ball
End of the malls, drop it down low to the floor
Take all your calls, when the thing bang I'ma ball
Take another night
Given on the way that you hold
And I know the ways that you fold
And I know the way that you call
I'ma come and get it
Come and get it
Come and get it in a minute
Come and get it
Writer: John Key, John Kirby, Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Can I Hold the Mic (Interlude)
Uh, bitch - can I hold the mic?
Don't - Please can I hold the mic?
You can't - I would like to say that
Okay, I would like to say that
I can't be a singular expression of myself
There's too many parts, too many spaces
Too many manifestations, too many lines
Too many curves, too many troubles
Too many journeys, too many mountains
Too many rivers, so many
Don't - Please can I hold the mic?
You can't - I would like to say that
Okay, I would like to say that
I can't be a singular expression of myself
There's too many parts, too many spaces
Too many manifestations, too many lines
Too many curves, too many troubles
Too many journeys, too many mountains
Too many rivers, so many
Writer: Solange Knowles, Christophe Chassol
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Stay Flo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Down, down, down on the floor
Down, down, down on the floor
Down, down, down on the floor
Down, down, down on the floor
Niggas get fade and they feel it on they face (hold up)
Talking all day, then they feel it on they place (yeah)
Take it all down, they gon' feel it on the day
Take it all home and they feel it all the way
Takin' all shots and they feel it on they face (take it)
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Take it all down, make 'em feel it on they faith
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Man get down and they putting on a show (hold up)
Girls getting down every day (hold up)
Working out of town on the floor (hold on)
Making pain, swear you gonna go
Niggas get down and they feel it on they face
Motherf*cker I'm down, down, down, don't you know (hey)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hey, hey)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hey, hey)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (wanna feel it)
Ayy, yeah (You want to get me, ayy)
Yeah (why don't you get mad, to see me)
Ayy yeah, ayy yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy-ayy (Ayy)
Niggas wanna come in the play (ayy, ayy)
Niggas get all in they feelings (hey, hey)
Niggas get down every day (hey)
Niggas play games when you flex
Niggas throw stones, they gon' feel it on they face
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Take it all home, make 'em feel it on they face (hey, hey)
Yeah, ayy-ayy (hey, hey)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Wanna feel it)
Ayy, yeah (You want to get me, ayy)
Yeah (Wanted to get mad, to see me)
Ayy yeah, ayy yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy-ayy (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hold up)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (yeah)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hold up)
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hold up)
Down, down, down on the floor
Down, down, down on the floor
Down, down, down on the floor
Down, down, down on the floor
Niggas get fade and they feel it on they face (hold up)
Talking all day, then they feel it on they place (yeah)
Take it all down, they gon' feel it on the day
Take it all home and they feel it all the way
Takin' all shots and they feel it on they face (take it)
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Take it all down, make 'em feel it on they faith
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Man get down and they putting on a show (hold up)
Girls getting down every day (hold up)
Working out of town on the floor (hold on)
Making pain, swear you gonna go
Niggas get down and they feel it on they face
Motherf*cker I'm down, down, down, don't you know (hey)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hey, hey)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hey, hey)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (wanna feel it)
Ayy, yeah (You want to get me, ayy)
Yeah (why don't you get mad, to see me)
Ayy yeah, ayy yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy-ayy (Ayy)
Niggas wanna come in the play (ayy, ayy)
Niggas get all in they feelings (hey, hey)
Niggas get down every day (hey)
Niggas play games when you flex
Niggas throw stones, they gon' feel it on they face
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Take it all home, make 'em feel it on they face (hey, hey)
Yeah, ayy-ayy (hey, hey)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Wanna feel it)
Ayy, yeah (You want to get me, ayy)
Yeah (Wanted to get mad, to see me)
Ayy yeah, ayy yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy-ayy (Ayy)
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hold up)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (yeah)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hold up)
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy-ayy (hold up)
Writer: John Kirby, Leland Wayne, Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dreams
I grew up a little girl with
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a, they come a long way
They come a, they come a long way
They come un-, they come undone
They come a-, they come around
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
(Dreams, they come a long way, not today)
Sometimes I dream I'm in the four door
Coming down on the slow-mo
Sometimes I dream I go so high by for the ride by
Sometimes I feel I'm going down, down
Sometimes I feel I'm gonna die at times
Got my dreams and my eyes wide (No, no, no)
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a, they come a long way
They come a, they come a long way
They come un-, they come undone
They come a-, they come around
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
Dreams, they come a long way, not today
(Dreams, they come a long way, not today)
Sometimes I dream I'm in the four door
Coming down on the slow-mo
Sometimes I dream I go so high by for the ride by
Sometimes I feel I'm going down, down
Sometimes I feel I'm gonna die at times
Got my dreams and my eyes wide (No, no, no)
Writer: Christophe Chassol, Dev Hynes, Devin C. Copeland, Duval Kojo Bankole Timothy, Jamire Williams, John Key, Raphael Saadiq, Solange Knowles, Thebe Kgositsile
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Nothing Without Intention (Interlude)
Six, seven, eight
F*ck these ho ass niggas (ayy)
They all be talkin' (ayy)
They all be sayin' shit (uh)
They all
Work it, work it, oh
Work it, work it, ayy
Shake it
Nothing without intention
Do nothing without intention
F*ck these ho ass niggas (ayy)
They all be talkin' (ayy)
They all be sayin' shit (uh)
They all
Work it, work it, oh
Work it, work it, ayy
Shake it
Nothing without intention
Do nothing without intention
Writer: Amber Venerable, Gio Escobar, Julez Smith II, Raquel Egbuonu, Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Almeda
Hol' up
Pour more drank, drank
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Pull that Lac on 'em
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Brown liquor, brown liquor
Brown skin, brown face
Brown leather, brown sugar
Brown leaves, brown keys
Brown creepers, brown face
Black skin, black braids
Black waves, black days
Black baes, black things
These are black-owned things
Black faith still can't be washed away
Not even in that Florida water
Not even in that Florida water
In that Florida water
So pour more drank
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
I pour my drank on 'em
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown braids
Black skin
Black Benz, black plays
Black molasses, blackberry the masses
We just sittin' here foolin' around
We just sittin' here coolin' around
We just sittin' here high, comin' down
Hold up
Pour my drank on 'em (baby, my mind fuzzy)
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip (baby, my mind fuzzy)
Still can't be washed away
Not even in that Florida water (doin' the dash)
Pour my drank (doin' the dash)
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip (doin' the dash)
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Black skin
Black Benz, black plays
Black molasses, blackberry the masses
We just sittin' here foolin' around
We just sittin' here coolin' around
We just sittin' here high, comin' down
All black coupe (hol' up, yeah)
Now I want you (hol' up, yeah)
Now I want you (hol' up, yeah)
What you wanna do? (Hol' up, yeah)
Take that boy to school (hol' up, yeah)
Young nigga too cool
Young nigga big bool
Smokin' that dope that is strong
I get that choppa, that dump
All of my diamonds, they lumps
All of my diamonds, big lumps
I get that cash, got a bunch
I'ma die lit, bitch, I'm promise (hol' up)
Tear the bitch up, break her heart
Young nigga, fresh from the start (hol' up)
Young nigga, fresh from the start (hol' up)
Badass bitch from the start (hol' up)
Young nigga, fresh from the start (hol' up)
When I come around, they don't talk down
Diamonds, they shine in the dark now
Diamonds, they shine in the dark now
Diamonds, they shine in the dark now
They takin' me in, what I done? (What?)
They takin' me in, what I done? (What?)
Pour more drank, drank
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Pull that Lac on 'em
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Brown liquor, brown liquor
Brown skin, brown face
Brown leather, brown sugar
Brown leaves, brown keys
Brown creepers, brown face
Black skin, black braids
Black waves, black days
Black baes, black things
These are black-owned things
Black faith still can't be washed away
Not even in that Florida water
Not even in that Florida water
In that Florida water
So pour more drank
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
I pour my drank on 'em
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown braids
Black skin
Black Benz, black plays
Black molasses, blackberry the masses
We just sittin' here foolin' around
We just sittin' here coolin' around
We just sittin' here high, comin' down
Hold up
Pour my drank on 'em (baby, my mind fuzzy)
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip (baby, my mind fuzzy)
Still can't be washed away
Not even in that Florida water (doin' the dash)
Pour my drank (doin' the dash)
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip (doin' the dash)
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Brown liquor
Brown sugar, brown face
Black skin
Black Benz, black plays
Black molasses, blackberry the masses
We just sittin' here foolin' around
We just sittin' here coolin' around
We just sittin' here high, comin' down
All black coupe (hol' up, yeah)
Now I want you (hol' up, yeah)
Now I want you (hol' up, yeah)
What you wanna do? (Hol' up, yeah)
Take that boy to school (hol' up, yeah)
Young nigga too cool
Young nigga big bool
Smokin' that dope that is strong
I get that choppa, that dump
All of my diamonds, they lumps
All of my diamonds, big lumps
I get that cash, got a bunch
I'ma die lit, bitch, I'm promise (hol' up)
Tear the bitch up, break her heart
Young nigga, fresh from the start (hol' up)
Young nigga, fresh from the start (hol' up)
Badass bitch from the start (hol' up)
Young nigga, fresh from the start (hol' up)
When I come around, they don't talk down
Diamonds, they shine in the dark now
Diamonds, they shine in the dark now
Diamonds, they shine in the dark now
They takin' me in, what I done? (What?)
They takin' me in, what I done? (What?)
Writer: John Kirby, Jordan Carter, Pharrell L. Williams, Solange Knowles, Terius Youngdell Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Time (Is)
Oh, no
No, no
No, no
No, no
No, no
I was getting to feel
All the way (by the way you comb your hair)
Keepin' it real
"Give your all", you would say to me
Only way to know your heart (if I call you now)
And it gives me hope for the trials
And the fear of the unknown that moves too close (real close)
But we gotta go
Yeah, we gotta go
But the way to do it
Just (yay)
Do us just
Then you'll know
Go
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta-
Ooh, ooh, know (tried to let it go)
Ooh, ooh, know (tell me where you go)
Ooh, ooh, know (tell me where you are)
Ooh, ooh, know (tell me where's the storm)
Ooh, ooh, know (tell me drive this out your mind)
Ooh, ooh, know (I was only yours)
Ooh, ooh, know (I was only yours)
Ooh, ooh, know
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to-
Ohh, ohh
Yeah, ohh, ahh
No, no
No, no
No, no
No, no
I was getting to feel
All the way (by the way you comb your hair)
Keepin' it real
"Give your all", you would say to me
Only way to know your heart (if I call you now)
And it gives me hope for the trials
And the fear of the unknown that moves too close (real close)
But we gotta go
Yeah, we gotta go
But the way to do it
Just (yay)
Do us just
Then you'll know
Go
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta know
You gotta-
Ooh, ooh, know (tried to let it go)
Ooh, ooh, know (tell me where you go)
Ooh, ooh, know (tell me where you are)
Ooh, ooh, know (tell me where's the storm)
Ooh, ooh, know (tell me drive this out your mind)
Ooh, ooh, know (I was only yours)
Ooh, ooh, know (I was only yours)
Ooh, ooh, know
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to know (you've got to know)
You've got to-
Ohh, ohh
Yeah, ohh, ahh
Writer: John Key, John Kirby, Sampha Sisay, Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
My Skin My Logo
Gucci like to slang, Gucci like to bang
Gucci like to come down, he go hard in the paint
Gucci like to swang, Gucci like to sway
Gucci like to come down, and he start just every day (huh)
Gucci like to play, Gucci like to play (yeah)
Gucci like to come down in his thought, just he eat plain
Gucci fly, Gucci got that eye
Gucci comin' down on the slab with the fly (Wop)
Gucci got that grill, Gucci got the chill
Gucci comin' down with the lame, got the feels
Gucci on his sheets, Gucci on his feet
I didn't want a soccer, she had Gucci on her cleats
Gucci like to shine, Gucci like to wave
Gucci like to come down, he go hard in the paint (huh), paint
He go hard in the paint, paint (Wop)
Gucci, he go hard in the paint, paint (It's Gucci)
Solo like to drank, Solo like to ball (yeah)
Solo brought the gang, they don't hold a wall (nah)
Solo like to shop, Solo bought the mall (yeah)
Solo brought the guap, Solo throwed it all (woo)
Guwop not Polo (it's Gucci)
My skin my logo (yeah)
My skin my logo
Moment of you
Get into that moment of you
I'm comin' down hard, comin' down clean
Comin' down main (got, got the swingers on)
Comin' down, comin' down, got to lay it down, I been, ooh
(Got, got, got, got the swingers on)
Whip candy paint, wood grain, candy paint, wood grain
With, with, with, with the swangers on
Got, got, got the swangers
Ooh, that's my baby
Ooh, that's my boy
Ooh, that's my baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
Gucci like to come down, he go hard in the paint
Gucci like to swang, Gucci like to sway
Gucci like to come down, and he start just every day (huh)
Gucci like to play, Gucci like to play (yeah)
Gucci like to come down in his thought, just he eat plain
Gucci fly, Gucci got that eye
Gucci comin' down on the slab with the fly (Wop)
Gucci got that grill, Gucci got the chill
Gucci comin' down with the lame, got the feels
Gucci on his sheets, Gucci on his feet
I didn't want a soccer, she had Gucci on her cleats
Gucci like to shine, Gucci like to wave
Gucci like to come down, he go hard in the paint (huh), paint
He go hard in the paint, paint (Wop)
Gucci, he go hard in the paint, paint (It's Gucci)
Solo like to drank, Solo like to ball (yeah)
Solo brought the gang, they don't hold a wall (nah)
Solo like to shop, Solo bought the mall (yeah)
Solo brought the guap, Solo throwed it all (woo)
Guwop not Polo (it's Gucci)
My skin my logo (yeah)
My skin my logo
Moment of you
Get into that moment of you
I'm comin' down hard, comin' down clean
Comin' down main (got, got the swingers on)
Comin' down, comin' down, got to lay it down, I been, ooh
(Got, got, got, got the swingers on)
Whip candy paint, wood grain, candy paint, wood grain
With, with, with, with the swangers on
Got, got, got the swangers
Ooh, that's my baby
Ooh, that's my boy
Ooh, that's my baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
Writer: Jamire Williams, John Key, John Kirby, Radric Davis, Solange Knowles, Steve Lacy, Tyler Okonma
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
We Deal with the Freakn (Intermission)
It's not about the physical manifestation of sex
Now we deal with the freak'n
But that's in volume two!
First, I'm tryna get the woman to understand the dynamic power and the spiritual energy
Do you realize how magnificent you are?
The god that created you is a divine architect
That created the moon, the sun, the stars, Jupiter, Mars, Pluto, Venus
We are not only sexual beings
We are the walking embodiment of god consciousness
Now we deal with the freak'n
But that's in volume two!
First, I'm tryna get the woman to understand the dynamic power and the spiritual energy
Do you realize how magnificent you are?
The god that created you is a divine architect
That created the moon, the sun, the stars, Jupiter, Mars, Pluto, Venus
We are not only sexual beings
We are the walking embodiment of god consciousness
Writer: Gregory Perry, Sidney Barnes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Jerrod
Call me, baby, say that you want it
Call me, lately, feel that you want it
Give you all the pain that, lately
I've shown you
Give you all the things I've lived through
Fill up, give them the world and
I know you better than them
Give you all the depths of my wanting
Stays to for the rest of the morning
Give you the world that you seem to know
Yeah, I'ma get it
Call me, baby, when you're ready
You got to know that they're not sayin' you can
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
You got a lot of static
You've got it in your bones
Call you in your name and you know you gon' get it
Come and say the word and you know you gon' hit it
That's the way that it
That's the way that it
That's the way that it
That's the way that it goes
Give you all the things I want
Give you all the things I want
The, all the
All the, all the, all
After it all (all the)
The world (all the)
The world (all the)
The world (all the)
Oh, baby
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh, ba-
Call me, lately, feel that you want it
Give you all the pain that, lately
I've shown you
Give you all the things I've lived through
Fill up, give them the world and
I know you better than them
Give you all the depths of my wanting
Stays to for the rest of the morning
Give you the world that you seem to know
Yeah, I'ma get it
Call me, baby, when you're ready
You got to know that they're not sayin' you can
I know it
I know it
I know it
I know it
You got a lot of static
You've got it in your bones
Call you in your name and you know you gon' get it
Come and say the word and you know you gon' hit it
That's the way that it
That's the way that it
That's the way that it
That's the way that it goes
Give you all the things I want
Give you all the things I want
The, all the
All the, all the, all
After it all (all the)
The world (all the)
The world (all the)
The world (all the)
Oh, baby
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh, baby
Oh, oh, ba-
Writer: Christophe Chassol, John Key, Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Binz
Hey
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I just wanna wake up to the suns in Saint Laurent
Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts, hella blunts
I just wanna wake up on "Good bye", on the yacht
Or in the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted
We call that big spendin', big spendin'
I'ma get back on my feet, give me a minute
I'ma feel this in my thighs, like he been in it
Young Simma, Young Simma, give me a minute
Sun down, wind chimes
Break it down, one line, a line
Can't no see me, no flex, be kind
Dollars never show up on CP time
I just wanna wake up on CP time
Wake up to that nigga, leave he behind
Get a presidential suite, leave with they linen
In the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted
Sun down, wind chimes
Break it down, one line, a line
Can't no see me, no flex, be kind
Dollars never show up on CP time
What do you have, a comment?
No, I didn't say a thing, uh-uh
I didn't say nothing
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
I just wanna wake up to the suns in Saint Laurent
Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts, hella blunts
I just wanna wake up on "Good bye", on the yacht
Or in the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted
We call that big spendin', big spendin'
I'ma get back on my feet, give me a minute
I'ma feel this in my thighs, like he been in it
Young Simma, Young Simma, give me a minute
Sun down, wind chimes
Break it down, one line, a line
Can't no see me, no flex, be kind
Dollars never show up on CP time
I just wanna wake up on CP time
Wake up to that nigga, leave he behind
Get a presidential suite, leave with they linen
In the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted
Sun down, wind chimes
Break it down, one line, a line
Can't no see me, no flex, be kind
Dollars never show up on CP time
What do you have, a comment?
No, I didn't say a thing, uh-uh
I didn't say nothing
Writer: John Key, Noah Lennox, Solange Knowles, Terius Nash
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Beltway
Don't, don't don't
Don't, don't don't
Don't, don't don't
Don't, don't don't
You love me, love me
Love me, love me
Lone, lone lone
Lone, lone lone
Lone, lone lone
Lone, lone lone
You love me, love me
Love me, love me
You love me, love me
Love me, love me (love me, me)
Don't, don't don't
Don't, don't don't
Don't, don't don't
You love me, love me
Love me, love me
Lone, lone lone
Lone, lone lone
Lone, lone lone
Lone, lone lone
You love me, love me
Love me, love me
You love me, love me
Love me, love me (love me, me)
Writer: Charles Wesley Jr Simmons, John Kirby, Solange Knowles, Thebe Kgositsile
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Exit Scott (Interlude)
(Love me, love me, love me, love me)
If it were possible to place you in my brain and let you roam around
In and out my thought waves, you would never have to ask
"Why do you love me?"
Please take the wheel forever
With you I feel forever
Show me the way to never
Down where you'll stay forever
If it were possible to place you in my brain and let you roam around
In and out my thought waves, you would never have to ask
"Why do you love me?"
Please take the wheel forever
With you I feel forever
Show me the way to never
Down where you'll stay forever
Writer: Gio Escobar, John Key, Solange Knowles, Steve Lacy
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sound of Rain
He think I don't want to tear it up
We came all night long, won't you let it up?
He think I won't want to tear it up
We lit on our own, won't you let it up?
Let's go, nobody givin', addressing me
So nobody dress can effeminate me
Let's go, nobody taking a joke like me
So nobody dress can effeminate me
He think I don't want to tear it up
We came all night long, won't you let it up?
He think I won't want to tear it up
We lit on our own, won't you let it up?
Let's go, nobody givin', addressing me
So nobody dress can effeminate me
Let's go, nobody taking a joke like me
So nobody dress can effeminate me
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Swangin' on them
Swangin' on them, swangin' on them, swangin' on them days
Swangin' on them days, swangin' on them days
Swangin' on them, swangin' on them, swangin' on my ways
Your girl, she go hard in the baste
Swangin' on them, swangin' on them, swangin' on my ways
Swangin' on my ways
Swangin' on my ways
I've been thinking like, "Ayy, yo"
And I've been thinking like, "Ayy, yo" (sound of rain helps me let go of the pain)
And I've been thinking like, "Ayy, yo" (sound of rain helps me let go of the pain)
We came all night long, won't you let it up?
He think I won't want to tear it up
We lit on our own, won't you let it up?
Let's go, nobody givin', addressing me
So nobody dress can effeminate me
Let's go, nobody taking a joke like me
So nobody dress can effeminate me
He think I don't want to tear it up
We came all night long, won't you let it up?
He think I won't want to tear it up
We lit on our own, won't you let it up?
Let's go, nobody givin', addressing me
So nobody dress can effeminate me
Let's go, nobody taking a joke like me
So nobody dress can effeminate me
Whoa, oh-oh-oh
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Swangin' on them
Swangin' on them, swangin' on them, swangin' on them days
Swangin' on them days, swangin' on them days
Swangin' on them, swangin' on them, swangin' on my ways
Your girl, she go hard in the baste
Swangin' on them, swangin' on them, swangin' on my ways
Swangin' on my ways
Swangin' on my ways
I've been thinking like, "Ayy, yo"
And I've been thinking like, "Ayy, yo" (sound of rain helps me let go of the pain)
And I've been thinking like, "Ayy, yo" (sound of rain helps me let go of the pain)
Writer: Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer: Solange Knowles, Brad Terrence Jordan, Giovanni Cortez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Im a Witness
You can work through me
You can say what you need in my mind
I'll be your vessel
I'll do it every time
And I won't stop 'til I get it right
Good night
Takin' on the, takin' on the light
And I won't stop 'til I get it right
Good night (good night)
Takin' on the, takin' on the light
Takin' on the light
Takin' on the light
You can say what you need in my mind
I'll be your vessel
I'll do it every time
And I won't stop 'til I get it right
Good night
Takin' on the, takin' on the light
And I won't stop 'til I get it right
Good night (good night)
Takin' on the, takin' on the light
Takin' on the light
Takin' on the light
Writer: John Key, Solange Knowles
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC