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[Verse 1]
If there’s a God
Do you think he’s looking down, curled up on his couch right now?
As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound?
Is he proud? Are we proud?
Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter
Making boring people famous
Let’s pretend they’re fascinating
Let’s tell little girls that pretty girls are better
Or that pigment or religion really matters

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re in some trouble
Mr. Maker, don’t turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we’ve created could make for some good TV

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

[Verse 2]
Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess?
As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess
Maybe it’s a test, maybe he’s upset by the loose ends
Stressed like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us
God, or is it Mr. G to me?
I hope that through the static, you’ll show us the clarity
‘Cause it’s hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet
Wonder if you’re praying for us ‘fore you go to sleep
Do you sleep in peace?

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause we’re in some trouble
Mr. Maker, but don’t turn away from your screen
At least the bubble that we’ve created has made for damn good TV

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

[Bridge]
Don’t touch the remote, we’ll be back in a moment
We are not hopeless, we are just coping
The mayhem is rolling, but it ain’t showbiz
Reality’s potent, chaotic, I know it
But we’re growing, have some hope in us
And were we worth all the time you gave up?

[Chorus]
Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs
I know you’re tuning in up there, way up there
Would you care to answer my question?
Oh, the land of poor taste
The spectacle of cut and paste that we’ve made
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days
Yeah, oh, oh

Rainberry, please
You think I’m on my knees
But don’t you worry
I know what you don’t know

Don’t even start
The truth won’t break my heart
No, don’t you worry
I already know

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

Dry your eyes
‘Cause it won’t work this time
I already dried mine
And I’m not drying yours
Go wash your hands
But you can’t change the past
Ghost stories ain’t cheap now
You don’t mean it I’m sure

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

Rainberry…
Rainberry…
Rainberry, please…
Rainberry…

Too many bones inside your closet
You thought you’ve buried deep
But they never let me get a minute of peace
How do you sleep? Ooh

Rainberry
Falling on your blood-red lips
Why are your eyes heavy?
Is there somebody else you miss?
Tell me what’s going on?
Before I go too far
Said, Rainberry
Is there somebody else
Somebody else now?

[Verse 1]
I am a kamikaze, I am so freaky
Freakier than a bayonet set on fire
That’s desire
I am a kamikaze, I am so easy
Easier than a bomber in the third world war
That’s for sure

[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul

[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

[Verse 2]
I am a kamikaze, I am so guilty
Guiltier than a liquored-up mistress who runs to you
I am a kamikaze, I am so lonely
Lonelier than a patriarch labeled liar
Crushed empire

[Pre-Chorus]
I shouldn’t want it, but I want it
And it’s killing my black soul

[Chorus]
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame
I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

Money and power
Money and that power
Yes, I want money and power
And champagne and fame
I want money and power
My black heart’s to blame

[Outro]
I want money and I want power
I want money and I want power

Scott Storch

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick

[Verse: 6ix9ine]
Know I keep a tool on me
I come in the room, I might have to move on ’em
Scope with a zoom, fuck around and boom, homie
I stay with a broom on me, better move, homie
‘Fore you in a tomb, on me
We gon’ bring the MACs out, we back out and spazz out
Yeah that’s a blackout, get dragged out and packed out
Yeah, my trap house, I call it the black house
We move the packs out, we gon’ blow the mags out

[Bridge: TrifeDrew]
All in, anybody that’ll do it (Hey!)
Everybody in the party getting stupid (Hey!)
All these thotties in the party, I ain’t choosing (Hey!)
I’m off the Henny and the chuck, I might lose it (Hey!)

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey!)
When I hit that, do a trick
Shorty, don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick, hey!)
Don’t clap-back on the dick (On the dick)
Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (Hey)
When I hit that, do a trick

[Outro: TrifeDrew]
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
DVDs, porno tapes
Do you beat your meat to a porno tape? Ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh
DVDs, DVDs, ayy, uh, ay, wait, uh
DVDs, ayy
DVDs, DVDs, ayy

Yung Lan on the track

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
She on my drip drop
She ain’t never went both ways, but I made them lip lock
Left her at the condo for days, she was at the tip top
Might as well throw away the key, I got the streets locked
I been drinkin’ all this lean, I know I need to stop
Hoppin’ out of stolen cars, and we shoot chops and opps
Two flooded out Rolexes, they don’t tick or tock
Lemme catch your lil’ shorty, she gettin’ picked apart
Everything up to par

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
I got them big rocks in my ear, nuggets
I got my whole team flooded
Saks Off Fifth, I’m with your bitch
She buying everything I wanted
She fly me out to Waikiki
LV all on her bikini
Take her money, go Houdini
I call her when I want eat-eat
On my feet, you see them CC’s
Neck and ears, you see them VV’s
On my jeans, you see them GG’s
Treat that bitch like she a fefe
Big body Benz, that’s beep-beep
Hit it in the back of the Jeep-Jeep
That bitch know she a freak-freak
And the pussy staying on leak-leak

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Okay, tick tock, Audemars wrist watch
I keep a stick, I keep a big Glock
You get hit, I do not miss shots
I keep a stick, I tell her, “Kick rocks”
Okay, get rocks, wrist go drip, drop
I do not kiss, you making shit hot
You think I’m dumb, I ain’t no kid
Thought you was in love
You ain’t my bitch, nah