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Miguel released his new album War & Leisure last night around midnight and you can now get it on iTunes/Apple Music.

The project is the follow-up to his 2015 LP Wildheart, which was well received. War & Leisure features 12 tracks with guest appearances from J. Cole, Kali Uchis, Quin, Rick Ross, and Travis Scott. Rozay is featured on the new single “Criminal,” while J. Cole is on the previously released single “Come Through and Chill.” Scott is also on a previously released single “Sky Walker.”

Miguel is featured in the new issue of Paper magazine where he spoke about the album saying it reflects whats been happening in his personal life. “I want to be an artist whose personal life is really reflected in their music,” the R&B singer said. “If I didn’t include some of the things that are happening in the ethos and the things that I’m seeing and paying attention to and that I care about, if I didn’t include those topics in my music, I think it wouldn’t be a real, honest representation.”

Listen to Miguel new album War & Leisure below.

[Intro: DRAM & 24hrs]
Hey, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey hey
OZ on the beat, yeah

[Verse 1]
I had a dream that I could be
Riding clean down the boulevard
Of Martin Luther King
And I had a dream
That my whole team
Got their diamond rings
Phantom down the street
Not just two or three
I had a dream that you and me
Could live in peace
Get a piece of the pie
Like a bakery
I had a dream that used to be
Why it used to be cause
Every dream I had came true to me

[Chorus]
Hey hey hey believe me you
Dreams do come true
Say hey hey hey
I got the proof
Dreams do come true

[Verse 2]
I had a dream that a limousine
Full of pretty things
Pulled up on me to go on
Shopping sprees
I had a dream that after we split
Hella cheese we went to pick up Mo
By the liquor store
I had a dream that we had some drinks
Then we – hit the scene fresh as Listerine
As fresh with [breathmint?] teeth
I had a dream that used to be
What it used to be cause
Every dream I had came true to me

[Chorus]
Hey hey hey believe me you
Dreams do come true
Say hey hey hey
I got the proof
Dreams do come true

[Hook]
These niggas ain’t official (nah!)
Real nigga ain’t in him (hannn!)
Dope all in the spine (dope!)
Probably why I can’t feel ’em
Too much to lose (skrt!)
Probably why I ain’t get em’
Gotta ball out for my dead homies
Probably why I ain’t with em’
Ridin’ around in this Fisker
10 hunnid for this Fisher
Thousand dollars for these louies (beep, beeep)
These here are official
Ball, ball, ball foul give me a whistle
Hoppin out with that style, these here a ticket

[Verse 1]
Walkin’ through the mall, and I’m smellin’ like dope
Shoppin’ in Gucci, they let me pour drink up
This convo, ain’t a ticket? Then I got’s to hangup
Cause I love that blue cheese, like everybody loves Raymond
Come up in strip club, you fuck around get rained up
Go up in my hood, you fuck around get banged on
Loud pipes when, I pull off you can hear it when I swang em’
I’m in this bitch with a black hoodie, black gucci’s; Trayvon

[Bridge]
I parked in a no park and got me a ticket
Told the lord to excuse me for my sinning
Man I swear these bitches out here trippin’
If I was still in school, I’d have knots all in my dickies
(Lets get it)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Free Slick, niggas keep talkin’ that G shit
Niggas keep talkin’ that sweet shit
Niggas ain’t talkin’ that street shit
Bitch my pockets on deep dish
You don’t hustle, you don’t eat shit
Ride pass you like I don’t see shit
I let it seek me, ion seek it

[Hook]

Gucci! Louis! BANG

[Verse 1]
There’s a war on love
Just look around you
It’s hard to know who to trust
I’m glad I found you
You and me, we climb higher
Baby, crescendo (yeah)
Got a love, it won’t stop
It’s that extendo

[Chorus]
(Girl) M16 on my lap
We hear missiles in the sky
No matter where I go on the map
You got my protection
Banana clip on my love for you (yeah)
Let it ring like (graa)
Yeah, I let it ring like (graa)
It’s like I’m trigger happy (hahahaha)
Banana clip on my love for you (ooh)
Let it ring like (graa)
Yeah, I let it ring like (graa)
I guess I’m trigger happy

[Bridge]
You know I stay down, way down for you, talking limbo
And my love, it won’t stop, got that extendo

[Chorus]
(Girl) M16 on my lap
A lot of terror on her mind
No matter where I go on the map
You got my protection
Banana clip on my love for you (oh)
Let it ring like (graa)
Yeah, I let it ring like (graa)
It’s like I’m trigger happy (hahahaha)
Banana clip on my love for you
Let it ring like (graa)
Yeah, I let it ring like (graa)
I guess I’m trigger happy (ahahaha)

[Bridge]
Let me squeeze
Let me squeeze ya, baby
They can’t see me, oh no, I got the camo, hey yeah hey yeah
Ready? Yeah, I’m ready like a rebel, hey yeah, hey yeah
Gotta hate that the love got the memo, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put the “D” in defender
You know I never surrender
No, no, no

[Chorus]
For you, I let it ring like (graa)
Yeah, I let it ring like (graa)
It’s like I’m trigger happy (hahaha)
Banana clip on my love for you
I let it ring like (graa)
Ohh, ohh…trigger happy (hahaha)
[?]

[Hook]
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this fuckin’ mac squeeze (beep beep)
Don’t make me, make these racks sneeze
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks, less speed

[Verse 1]
You know I got the hammer even in my pajamas
He is not a member, we don’t want him around us
Smoking on this dope pack, how much you give a pound for?
I can get you real dope, stop lookin cause you found him
Accelerate then hit the gas, we don’t fuck witchu’, we sped pass
We rolled pass then doubled back, let down the window then upped the Mac
Like FAH-FAH-FAH tell’em that
Folded up put it back in duffel bag
Gotta blick on me I’m bussin that
Swear it ain’t shit here tough as that
If you was bout it nigga, you would buss back
These hoes nigga I ain’t trusting that
These bitches nigga I ain’t loving that
Imma hit once and I’m appointing that
Man fuck you niggas, I ain’t stuntin’ that
Put em’ inna cycle like a laundromat
I’m high as hell of this onion pack
And I’m riding round in this iron man

[Hook]
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this fuckin’ mac squeeze (beep beep)
Don’t make me, make these racks sneeze
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks, less speed

[Verse 2]
She want me to fuck her, I’m so low off stamina
She’s a fuckin’ freak too, she put up some cameras
She got that non-stick shit, Imma name her Pamela
I be poppin’ big shit I’m living spectacular
I gotta bitch named Tabatha, flip her like spatula
And the way she suck me, I cannot be mad at her
Imma fuckin’ changed man, I cannot be draggin’ her
Stay gettin’ the same bands, but my Louis lavender

[Hook]
Point me to the racks please
Before I make this fuckin’ mac squeeze (beep beep)
Don’t make me, make these racks sneeze
You little niggas is some pet-peeves
Up in traffic where you catch me
So much ice I can jet ski
This bitch wish she never met me
I told her more breaks, less speed