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I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know-oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

Hey, hey
She said she like my dreads
Dark skin, thick, wearin’ bright ass red
Red weave, and red shoe laces
She must not know I hang around them blue places
My homies bang the c
But still find trouble, wherever it be
But that’s not me, I try to keep it lowkey
I ain’t never been a g, I just wanna be free but
We affiliated so I never really dated any ladies from the other side of town
Now I know they all hatin’, but I’m tired of the waitin
Gotta get a baby girl right now
Montague piru and a crip capulet
Knew that we would start a war but I had no regrets
Madly in love so we had mad sex
But for some strange reason didn’t get a last text
Wanna fake her death
A plan so clever
When it all settled down we would run away together
But I never got a text, so when I saw her dead
I pulled the trigger on my pistol and I pointed at my head
When she woke up and saw I blew my brains out
She picked up the pistol and she went the same route
Star-crossed lovers shinin’ bright in the afterlife
Still holdin’ hands when they found us on that tragic night

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low oh)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (keep it on the low, keep it on the low)
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know-oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

I won’t tell nobody, this could stay between us
They say they’ve seen everything, well they ain’t seen us
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low (keep it on the low oh)
Keep it on the low
Oh, oh
Oh, oh (keep it on the low, keep it on the low)
We gon’ fuck around and they will never know oh
Keep it on the low
Keep it on the low

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
Some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I was thinking about the band
I was thinking about the fans
We were underground
Loaded merch in that 12-passenger van
In a small club in Minnesota
And the snow outside of 1st Ave
I just wanted my name in a star
Now look at where we at
Still growing up, still growing up
I’d be laying in my bed and dream about what I’d become
Couldn’t wait to get older, couldn’t wait to be someone
Now that I’m here, wishing I was still young
Those good old days

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
That some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
‘Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Wish I didn’t think I had the answers
Wish I didn’t drink all of that glass first
Wish I made it to homecoming
Got up the courage to ask her
Wish I would’ve gotten out of my shell
Wish I put the bottle back on that shelf
Wish I wouldn’t have worry about what other people thought
And felt comfortable in myself
Rooftop open and the stars above
Moment frozen, sneaking out, and falling in love
Me, you and that futon, we’d just begun
On the grass, dreaming, figuring out who I was
Those good old days

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
That some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
‘Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of the good old days

[Verse 3: Macklemore & Kesha]
Never thought we’d get old, maybe we’re still young
May we always look back and think it was better than it was
Maybe these are the moments
Maybe I’ve been missing what it’s about
Been scared of the future, thinking about the past
While missing out on now
We’ve come so far, I guess I’m proud
And I ain’t worried about the wrinkles around my smile
I’ve got some scars, I’ve been around
I’ve thrown some pain, I’ve seen some things, but I’m here now
Those good old days

[Bridge: Kesha]
You don’t know what you’ve got
Till it goes, till it’s gone
You don’t know what you’ve got
Till it goes, till it’s gone

[Chorus: Kesha]
I wish somebody would have told me that
Some day, these will be the good old days
All the love you won’t forget
And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
You’ll miss the magic of these good old days

[Intro]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Woo

[Verse 1]
I just took a DNA test, turns out I’m 100% that bitch
Even when I’m crying crazy
Yeah I got boy problems, that’s the human in me
Bling bling then I solve ‘Em, that’s the goddess in me
You coulda had a bad bitch, noncommittal
Help you with your career, just a little
You’re ‘posed to hold me down
But you’re holding me back
And that’s the sound of me not calling you back

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

[Verse 2]
You tried to break my heart
Oh that breaks my heart
That you thought you ever had it
No you ain’t from the start
Hey, I’m glad you’re back with your bitch
I mean who would wanna hide this?
I will never ever ever ever ever be your side chick
I put the sing in single
Ain’t worried ’bout a ring on my finger
You can tell your friend [?]
When you see ‘Em
It’s OK, he already in my DMs

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

[Bridge]
Imma hit you back in a minute
I don’t play tag, bitch I been it
We don’t fuck with lies
We don’t do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like aye, aye, aye
Imma hit you back in a minute
I don’t play tag, bitch I been it
We don’t fuck with lies
We don’t do goodbyes
We just keep it pushing like aye, aye, aye

[Chorus]
Why men great ’til they gotta be great?
Don’t text me, tell it straight to my face
Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bon lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum dum, ay

I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game
I don’t know the people
In your picture frame
If I ever loved you, oh no, no
It’s a crying shame
If I ever loved you
If I knew your name
You don’t need a lawyer
I’m not making a claim
You don’t need to surrender
I’m not taking aim
I don’t need a lover, no, no, no
The wretched beast is tame
I don’t need a lover
So blow out the flame
There’s nobody missing
There is no reward
Little by little
We’re cutting the cord
We’re spending the treasure, oh no, no
That love cannot afford
I know you can feel it
The sweetness restored
I don’t need a reason
For what I became
I’ve got these excuses
They’re tired and they’re lame
I don’t need a pardon, no no, no no, no
There’s no one left to blame
I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game
I’m leaving the table
I’m out of the game

[Intro]
Haters so sad
KKK, KKK

[Verse]
Young nigga I got new money, I got new hunnids
I got old cap, pink 50’s and I got blue hunnids
Toolie go to thumpin’ jump out bustin’
Foolies go to runnin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
Better go to school or somethin’
Boy don’t play with me, ion’t play with kids
And nigga I shoot for fun
Money moves, these bloody shoes
I’m trippin’ Christian Louboutin
Excuse me son, I beg your pardon
Get from round me, smoke a flock
This is draco, this a baby choppa
I’ve been so angry docta’
Drop 8 ounces in my baby bottle, baby bottle pop
I don’t Nae Nae, I don’t milly rock
Baby I just Kodak Bop, I do no flock
I don’t really do no feature, nigga I don’t need no swap
I don’t eat no broccoli, no mo’ ’cause doc I smoked a canteloupe
I’m smoking KK, you smoke BB
I shot Dae Dae with a BB
I’m spazzin’ on their asses fast so much got muscle spasms
My haters proud of me, ’cause obviously I’m who they tryin’ to be
Make it so damn hard to copy they still try to copy me
Mouth full of gold since 10 years old I hit a lick up top for these
Everybody watchin me, jockin’ my flows
Catch ’em out there went and dropped diamond teeth
If they ain’t permanent pull ’em out your teeth
Hop out with Shotgun Pete
Hoppin’ up out the Jeep
Hoppin’ out, hop, hoppin’ out with the heat
Pimpin’ bitches, I be trickin’ freaks
Tricked them for the treat
And I keep a mask on like it’s Halloween
Er’yday Halloween, C’est La Vie
Nigga, what you say about me?
You ain’t even in my league
Can’t let you intervene
This orange codeine right here, that’s yellow lean
Definitely, I can do the beat again and again
Right now, if I please
Cheddar please, I’m ’bout my chedda’ cheese
Give my chedda’ please
‘Specially, I got the melody
I got the recipe
I hop out every scene, I caught no felonies
Fuck a nigga mean?
My bitches yellow
But oranges be fittin’ me better, she sweeter than tangerine
Glock 23, came with a drum every gun I got a tambourine
Orange Balenciaga
I’m so unique, but my swagger mean
Arms Balenciaga
Nigga, you can’t tell if that is me
I just got these bands for free
Poking one as I cut my sleeve
Baby, that’s make believe
Maybe that’s made with lean
She said, maybe that’s Maybelline
Baby, that’s made with lean
Tramp do you want a lil’ trampoline
I be concrete in these skreets
Poke on one, I cut my sleeve
Baby, that make believe
Maybe, that’s made with lean
She say, maybe that’s Maybelline
Orange soda, that’s my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, that my favorite drink
That my favorite lean
Orange soda, orange everything, orange everything
Bodak Orange, Kodak anything
Orange everything
Woo, glee