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[Indie-pop music]

I’m frustrated, I think I hate it
I can’t even look interested
I think the older I get, the harder it gets
Maybe I’m fine, maybe I’m dying
Oh, maybe I’m just tired
Tired of trying the oldest conversation together
it means nothing at all

Small talks small talks
We don’t talk enough
Small talks too much
Somebody get me out of here

Are we friends? did i miss it?
Cause you’re talking to me like we’re connecting
Why should we pick it up?
we never left it
I’m too passive-aggressive
Maybe it’s mean, maybe I don’t wanna do these conversation
But I I I I just can’t do it.

Small talks small talks
We don’t talk enough
Small talks too much
Somebody get me out of here
(x2)

I used to go and talk to everyone I see
But now when I go out
It’s just keeping me from sleep
(x2)

I don’t wanna be rude
I don’t wanna be rude
I don’t wanna be rude
No, I don’t wanna try these (small talks)

Small talks small talks
We don’t talk enough
Small talks too much
Somebody get me out of here
(x2)

[Intro]
You know who the fuck it is
2018
Two thousand and make cream
At Your Request

[Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface Killah]
Masked up on my last case
Figured no face, no karma
Throwin’ salt at me
Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana
Rideable, bet the dough gets some kinda rotation out her
Stand for nothin’ fall for anything, prada replace the dollar
Havin’ 70s gettin’ bent out of shape and I’m in tip-top
Want this shit? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop
Mary Jane’ll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc
I done seen your true colors for green niggas’ll flip-flop
Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic
Have to show you Cs and I’ll spit in your face like a battle rapper
Shit, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper
Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle
Never really liked y’all, hate you, know to my next feed
Baguette sleeve
A loyal my begger’s my pet peeve
Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis
The dopest supplier, you trippin’ to let the connect leave
Audacity dissin’ veterans puttin’ up tanking numbers
Ain’t no deuce deuce in yo’ boot, them fuckin’ ankle huggers
When we hug these mics we get busy
I’m thinkin’ “Who is he?”
A stupid motherfucker truck is moving, dumping free work all over to feed the customers
Settin’ the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers
Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded
Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it
Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with
Double bottoms for ass kickin’, the black and brown shits
Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet
Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin’
Fire trail from me flying
You takin’ off? Brave pilot
You makin’ moves? Stay silent
You crossed the crew’s gray island
Don’t box me into your categories I’m alien
Them records, I hear nothin’ but fear in ’em
Break a chair on ’em
I see a nigga dye one more color I disappear again
Y’all breedin’ bitches
My blade’ll give a cesarean
I give it everything I had, another high speed choice
Thinkin’ “what more do you want from me?” in Tyrese voice
All we do is make it stack the homicide green boys
Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist
I hate makin’ shit, disciplinary jab though
Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo’

[Outro]
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it’s the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it’s easy
You’ll soon learn

[Chorus]
Would you come out and die
And die for me?
If your living is all inside a dream
Well there’s a dirty cop comin’
Dirty cops don’t come clean
So would you come out and die
For me?

[Verse 1]
Keep my song my song alive
Where everybody’s happy
Oh, come and die
The least you could do is come out

[Chorus]
Would you come out and die
And die for me?
If your living is all inside a dream
There’s a dirty cop comin’
Dirty cops don’t come clean
So would you come out and die
For me?

[Verse 2]
Oh, woah woah
Come and die
Stuck in the sun for a while
Busy pushing me just ’cause the pushes stay long(?) and
Don’t take calls, ’cause we’ll belong
‘Cause we’re still young animals;
Fun being cannibals
Stuck in the bad way of life

[Chorus]
Won’t you come out and die
And die for me?
If your living is all inside a dream
We’re just two animals(?)
Lovin’ on, loving it(?)
So won’t you come out and die?

[Bridge]
Nothing’s coming out
‘Cause I’m still not allowed
You know, or don’t you?
What you know, don’t you?
What you know

[Chorus]
Would you come out and die
And die for me?
If your living is all inside a dream
Well there’s a dirty cop comin’
And dirty cops don’t come clean
Oh, would you come out and die
And die for me?

Vybz Kartel premiered the long-awaited animated video “Yabba Dabba Doo” over the weekend.

The single has been in the pipeline since last month and touches on the controversial topic of skin bleaching in Jamaica. Vybz Kartel has long been the face of skin bleaching since around 2010 when he promoted the lightening of skin without apology. “Hey gal a so the bleach make yo face look old, and you a just 35 years old, we the young gal them deh, weh bleaching fit yo, make yo bumper role,” Kartel deejay over a beat produced by Purpleskunkz Entertainment.

“Check Mr. Chin down a town get me rubbings, gal a say Addi you white out and me love it, link the thugs them a Hannah Town side a public, Benz no me disguise in a Sunny, World Boss white face black buddy,” Kartel continues. The animated clip features the dancehall hitmaker as Fred Flintstone riding in his Benz while hitting up a street dance with some Flintstones character females perform acrobatic dances.

In another line Vybz Kartel deejays about the exact products he used for his skin bleaching. “Wa yo use bio cream with the omit, if yo elbow take long fi reach rub a little curry the fair and white, spend yo bloodcl*** money… Hey gal yo bleach just naan reach, yo should a reach a flour, but yo stuck a cornmeal,” Kartel spits.

Watch Vybz Kartel animated video “Yabba Dabba Doo” below.

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[Intro]
What
Glohan, you need to grow up
Fucking hell, man
Roll some weed out there, you dig?
Mike D, you can’t do this to ’em
Ha

[Hook]
Yeah, ooh, hah (Oh man God damn)
Niggas they fake, they fu
Yeah, ooh, hah
Niggas they fake, they fu
What, ooh, huh
You know what I’m saying
(Dexter, woah, oh man god damn, woah)

[Verse 1]
Niggas they fake, they fu
I might just fuck on your boo
Look at my pockets they blue
I used to trap out the school
Now I be getting that money
Lil bitch all on me, your baby, my honey
(Hold on a little bit)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, huh, get back, lil bitch
Diamonds on my wrist, that’s a fact, lil bitch
Diamonds on my neck cost racks, lil bitch
Hop in the back of the back, lil bitch
Ooh, huh, foreign car
Huh, bad bitch, she a pornstar
She wanna geek off a yellow bar
I feed her a yellow bar
What, huh, yeah, she a slut
Huh, bankroll slap her on the butt
Huh, keep me a 30 by my gut
These niggas hating for what, huh
Hold on, huh, yeah
These niggas hating for what, huh
Keep me a 30 by my gut
Run up on me, swear to God, shootin’ stuff

[Bridge]
Know what I’m saying
Right now
Huh, Dexter

[Hook 2]
Ooh, huh, run up on me, I’ma shoot though
Run up on me, I’ma shoot though
Run up on me, I’ma shoot though
Catch your lil bitch, man I swear she a cute hoe, what, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah, uh Dexter
Hmm, no, I like how this beat go, you dig?
Hah, fake hoe, huh, what, yeah, Dexter