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[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 1]
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurtin
Let my bitches help, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I’ma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ bout the third ward
The D.A. was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch body curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her n*gger taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin’ on chinchilla, boy, I’m cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave on my Roots part two sh*t
Gotta let ’em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I’m home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin’ the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin’ bananas
I’m calm like a camel, I’m smokin’ that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y’all shippin’ keys, we shippin’ grand pianos
I’m in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I’m gone, two fingers up, bitch, I’m gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin’ my destiny going
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I’m on is private, my very own
So no checkin’ my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it’s on

[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale and I’m closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, “okay, don’t fall asleep”
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I’m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn’t answer my phone, I said I couldn’t get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 2]
Now I don’t get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don’t get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don’t do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin’ all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’
Let my bitches help me, ‘fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin’ weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I’m gon’ get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin’, talkin’ ’bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin’ suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin’, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, nigga
And it’s the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I’m so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and sh*t
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch

We were coastin’ on the coast when you opened my eyes
Made me notice where the ocean is holding the sky, bright
I was blinded, your smile shinin’ behind those green eyes
The horizon so enticing please say you’ll be mine

Don’t wake me up cause I’m in love with all that you are
You make me see the truth in things, I think that you are
The remedy for everything it seems that you are
The truth itself because nothing else can take me so far

My afternoon dream when
The world is speeding
I am still sleeping
In my blue dream and
I know the meanin’
For all the seasons
You are the reason
My love

My mind is open
So wide since you came inside
I feel so alive
Without you life just passes by
Passes by, passes by

Don’t wake me up cause I’m in love with all that you are
You make me see the truth in things, I think that you are
The remedy for everything it seems that you are
The truth itself because nothing else can take me so far

My afternoon dream when
The world is sleepin’
I am still thinkin’
Of my blue dream
It’s, bliss

Don’t wake me up cause I’m in love with all that you are
You make me see the truth in things, I think that you are
The remedy for everything it seems that you are
The truth itself because nothing else can take me so far

My afternoon dream when
The world is sleepin’
I am still thinkin’
Of my blue dream
It’s, bliss

Lyrics Paloma Faith – Crybaby

Oh, it’s okay to be
A little broken and beat
But I’m alright with that
You’re with me, relax
And you call it weak
Baby, you’re just unique
Come out of the black
Never hold it back.(crybaby)

You got such sad eyes turn blue to grey
And it hurts me to see you hurt this way.

Oh, go on and cry, baby, crybaby
‘Cause you don’t have to keep it inside
(Just cry, just cry)
Go on and cry, baby, crybaby
And there’s no reason you got to hide
(Just cry, just cry)
A real man shows his feelings
Tears they can be healing
And I can be your savior tonight
So go on and cry, baby, crybaby
Just cry.

You keep coming home drunk
And I don’t know what’s up
You can talk to me
Spare those whiskey dreams
Don’t have to man up
That phrase kinda sucks
Let yourself be free
And open up to me.

You got such sad eyes turn blue to grey
And it hurts me to see you hurt this way.

Oh, go on and cry, baby, crybabyyy
‘Cause you don’t have to keep it inside
(Just cry, just cry)
Go on and cry, baby, crybabyyy
And there’s no reason you got to hide
(Just cry, just cry)
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A real man shows his feelings
Tears they can be healing
And I can be your savior tonight
So go on and cry, baby, crybabyyy
Just cry, ohhh.

Nothing’s the end of the world
Feeling this pain is gonna be alright
One day you’ll look back and know
It wasn’t worth all the heartache
This could be the making of you
So let it all out, let it fall down, yeahhh.

Oh, go on and cry, baby, crybaby
(Let me see you cry)
‘Cause you don’t have to keep it inside
(Just cry, just cry)
Go on and cry, baby, crybaby
(Let me see you cry)
And there’s no reason you got to hide
A real man shows his feelings
Tears they can be healing
And I can be your savior tonight
So go on and cry, baby, crybaby
Just cry, oh.

Sweet darling
Let it all outtt.
Paloma Faith lyrics
Video Paloma Faith

Lyrics Corbin – Hunker down

Is it really that hard to get behind?
The thought of you being mine? I
Drive through the night to come see you
I know I’m just a memory
Versuri-lyrics.info
Something’s pulling and I know it’s real
Who knows how long we got left? I’m
I’m building us a bunker, babe
When the fire comes I’ll keep us safe
Be the last two people on Earth, oh
Now I’m prayin’ to any of the gods
I’m not sleeping ’til my breathing stops
Getting f*cked up in my car somewhere, I.(hunker down)

I’m going, going North
I’m going, going North, ohhh.

Where the 61 touches the waterline
They can look for us but they’ll never find you
We’re too deep in the green of spruce, hey
Watching movies on a 6 inch screen
No, this b***h don’t take DVDs
S**t was broke, wouldn’t eject
I got speakers if you wanna rave
Some records that I’d like to play
Make this house our heaven on Earth
You can leave the city, quit your job
You’re the only one I want
Cooped up in the middle of nowhere.

We’re going, going North (we’re going)
We’re going, going North, ohhh.
Corbin lyrics
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Below are the complete “High School” lyrics by Kelsea Ballerini displayed. These lyrics were added 22 minutes ago.

High School lyrics

He’s still driving that 1970 hand-me-down truck
And he’s still wearing that red and black jersey
Waiting for the band to start up
He’s still showing up twenty late, finding hearts and rules to break
Why would he wanna change when every memory still bows to him?

[Chorus]
But this ain’t high school
Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool
See her Friday, take her out after the football game
‘Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator
That’s going up, ’cause you’re growing up
And the world gets cruel when you’re still living in high school

[Verse 2]
He’s still calling that first love, first time, pretty-eyed blonde
And she’s still letting it ring ’cause his ring isn’t what she wants
‘Cause she traded in prom queen for a big city dream
And a slate that’s clean, but
Your heart just don’t get it and that’s why you can’t forget it
‘Cause you’re living like you’re seventeen

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[Chorus]
But this ain’t high school
Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool
See her Friday, take her out after the football game
‘Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator
That’s going up, ’cause you’re growing up and the world gets cruel when…

[Bridge]
You’re still living in the hallways
Where everybody stopped and stared
And cared and knew your name
Cause this is the real world that don’t know you like that
You can remember but you can’t go back

[Chorus]
To high school
Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool
See her Friday when you take her out after the football game
‘Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator
That’s going up, ’cause you’re growing up
And the world gets cruel when you’re still living in high school

[Post-Chorus]
When you’re still living in…
Five years later
Oh yeah, oh yeah
He’s still calling that first love, first time
And he hates he said goodbye, she went on with her life
He’s still driving the same old back roads
Wondering when he got so old
Where did his life go?
Oh, but he knows
Oh, he knows
Yeah, he knows
That this ain’t high school, oh, woah
And he’s still driving that 1970 hand-me-down truck
And he’s stuck in high school
But this ain’t high school