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[Intro]
G-L-O-C-K
G-L-O-C-K, ayy
The fuck?
Paper Route business, Taliban

[Chorus]
I pledge allegiance to the streets, all I know is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack
Okay, okay

[Verse 1]
South Memphis you know where I’m from
Got choppers just like Vietnam
I feel like I’m Rocko the Don
I’m ballin’ just like no tomorrow
I might buy a gold Audemar
Your shit out the middle of the mall
Where the Visine that I bought?
Like Shaggy I’m ridin’ with my dog
Kick in your trap like kung-fu
Finessin’ you, check up the deuce
All this blue, I play for Duke
My pockets fat like Bruce Bruce
I’m ballin’ hard, fourth quarter
I just fucked somebody’s daughter
Call up the plug, make an order
If we don’t agree, I extort him
I got them P’s on the way
I brought out my racks today
Nigga this shit not a game
You play, you get shot with two K’s
Ride with this shit like I’m Cain
Mask off and I got the flame
I’m a big dog Great Dane
Glock, I bet your bitch know the name

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Verse 2]
Put his brains on a pavement
I call the shots like Tom Brady
Choppers and Glocks like the navy
Dodgin’ these hoes like The Matrix
Guttin’ your bitch like I’m Jason
Slavin’ your ho while you savin’ her
Damn bro where your cape at, huh?
This gas so loud man I can’t hear nothin’
Spent six figures on guns
Damn near a million on drugs
Forgis sit up like some dubs
Foreign clothes I’m still a thug
I feel like three-six, where the bud at?
Tommy gun act like a Rugrat
Ice on my neck, your bitch love that
Smokin’ Backwoods ’til my lungs black
My chopper kickin’ like FIFA
I’m ballin, I need an arena, ayy
Come get your bitch off my penis
She suck me clean, algae eater
I got more stripes than a bengal
I got more stripes than a zebra
Somebody please call Adidas
And tell ’em to sponsor Glock Season

[Chorus]
I’m just a young rich nigga, shit all I do is trap
I’m Emmitt Smith with the pack, watch me run it back
Two black straps, let em fly, Jill and Jack
All I do is stack, yeah, rack after rack

[Outro]
The fuck?
Ayy, ayy
G-L-O-C-K

Didn’t I conquer this last year?
Tell me what I missed ’cause I fear
That it’s coming back up again
Must be something I ate
Some song, some show, some hate

The devil wants to extend the game, free throws
And when it ends he wants to make the sequel
‘Cause if he has another chance
He feels like he can take
My joy, my peace, my faith

See the devil, he learns from your mistakes
Even if you don’t
That’s how he keeps you in cycles, cycles
Cycles, cycles
But I’m not going in cycles, cycles
Cycles, cycles

This will end like I want it to, I win
The enemy will have to lose again
See, I’m a different fighter now
And I have God to thank
‘Cause His joy is my strength

See the devil will learn it’s a mistake
When I am sure
That I’m not going in cycles
I’m not going in cycles
I’m gonna break these cycles
I’m not going in cycles
I’m gonna break these cycles
I’m not going in cycles
Cycles, cycles
I’m not going in cycles

Ooh, so Lord, help me
Be free from all of my passion
See, Your love is enough
To make me new
And help me in these cycles, cycles
Help me in these cycles, ooh Lord, cycles
I need You to help me in these cycles
I rebuke him in the name of Jesus, oh
Cycles, cycles

See I’m not going in cycles
I refuse it, cycles
I refuse it, cycles
Oh, refuse it, cycles
Oh, woe, depression, cycles
Oh, all I’m saying, cycles
Oh, I’m not going in cycles
Yeah, cycles

See, there is power in the name of Jesus
There is power in the name of Jesus
See, there is power in the name of Jesus
To break every cycle, to break every cycle

See, there is power in the name of Jesus
See, there is power in the name of Jesus
There is power in the name of Jesus
To break every cycle, to break all these cycle
To break all these cycle, to break all these cycle

Generation on cycles, financial cycles
Painful cycles, oh, cycles

[Verse 1]
Talked ourselves to death
Never saying what I wanted
Saying what I needed
I pushed you to the edge
Never knowing what I wanted
Knowing what I needed you to say

[Pre-Chorus]
Reflections you used to see
Never look alike to me

[Chorus]
Get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here
Can we get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here?

[Refrain]
Good intentions never good enough
Can we get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here?

[Verse 2]
Going out my mind
Never getting what I wanted
Getting what I needed
I left myself behind
Never knowing what I wanted
Knowing what I needed you to do

[Pre-Chorus]
Reflections you used to see
Never look alike to me

[Chorus]
Get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here
Can we get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here?

[Refrain]
Good intentions never good enough
Can we get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here?

[Bridge]
So do you want to turn it around?
And do you want to show me how?
You are a kaleidoscope
You are a kaleidoscope
So do you want to turn it around?
And do you want to show me how?
You are a kaleidoscope
You are a kaleidoscope

[Chorus]
Get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here
Can we get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here?

[Refrain]
Good intentions never good enough
Can we get out, get out
Get, get, get out
Get, get, get out of here?

[Outro]
So do you want to turn it around?
And do you want to show me how?
You are a kaleidoscope
You are a kaleidoscope
So do you want to turn it around?
And do you want to show me how?
You are a kaleidoscope
You are a kaleidoscope
You are a kaleidoscope
You are a kaleidoscope

[Intro]
Huh, yeah, naw I just, had a lil’ bit too much of Hennessy
Just gotta tell you how I feel, look

[Verse 1]
You so fuckin’ precious when you smile
Hit it from the back and drive you wild
Girl, I lose myself up in those eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes
I just had to let you know you’re mine

[Chorus]
Hands on your body, I don’t wanna waste no time
Feels like forever even if forever’s tonight
Just lay with me, waste this night away with me
You’re mine, I can’t look away, I just gotta say

[Verse 2]
I’m so fucking happy you’re alive
Swear to God I’m down if you’re down all you gotta say is right
Girl anything I can do just to make you feel alright
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I just had to let you know you’re fine
Running circles ’round my mind
Even when it’s rainy all you ever do is shine
You on fire, you a star just like Mariah
Man this feel incredible, I’ll turn you into a bride, you’re mine

[Chorus]
Hands on your body, I don’t wanna waste no time
Feels like forever even if forever’s tonight
Just lay with me, waste this night away with me
You’re mine, I can’t look away, I just gotta say

Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
On these yellow dotted lines

Through thin high beams
It takes me back in time when I turned 16
Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last

Them red lips with them shades on she’s Hollywood stuck down home
Daisy Duke on my small town
In a old truck with her buzz on
She’s dinomite on a Friday night
All dressed up for the good time
To the tall grass on the river side
Where you ain’t gonna see them city lights
It’s that orange glow from then Cedar logs
Dense diesel smoke in a one lane
It’s the hottest song on the radio that makes us feel some type of way
And I can’t help but think that it won’t last forever
Till the time fades my pain or the memories blow up my engine

Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
On these yellow dotted lines
Through thin high beams
It takes me back in time when I turned 16
Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last

Let’s get lost on them dirt road good songs on that radio
Parked behind them hay field stemmin up then windows
Yeah
Changing lanes, tangled up like sugar cane
Hoping we can live on this buzz and it won’t go away
Yeah baby I’m holdin onto these memories
My high beams doin donuts down in the mudder beam
The southern breeze blowing and keep remindin me off
how it was way back when I could see it in my dream.

Sometimes late at night when the full moon glows.
And the sleepy back roads on tabacco smoke.
On these yellow dotted lines
Through thin high beams
It takes me back in time when I turned 16
Two hands on the wheel one foot on the gas
A picture of us kissing sliden down in the dash
Couple rebel kids sippin on love in a glass
Gettin tipsy off of lips but I’m worried that the buzz won’t last

Buzz won’t last, the buzz won’t last
Two rebel kids sippin on love in a glass.