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[Intro: Big Sean & DJ Khaled]
I gotta give thanks, you know?
I never really met nobody who was truly successful that wasn’t thankful (Straight up, woah)
For the good and the bad (Go time)
It made me who I am
Straight up, look
DJ Khaled

[Verse: Big Sean]
When it get this dark, you gotta feel your way out
They tried to bury me alive, I Kill Bill-ed my way out
Letting go of grudges that I used to feel a way about
‘Cause some emotions are too taxing to keep paying out
Life is what you make it, I know I’ll make it for sure, then make it some more
I know critics hate it galore, it doesn’t phase me no more
I know some peoples only taste of success is the bite that they take out of yours
My GG told me God laugh at you when you make plans
The type of wisdom that made us men
Plus tryna thank everybody who helped us along the way
Is like trying to name every single member of the Wu-Tang Clan
Yeah, I might skip one or two
But that doesn’t mean they wasn’t just as part of the plan
Some love goes without saying
Who would’ve thought that DJ that was on 6 to 10
Right there on 99 Jamz, screamin’, “We the best”
Would’ve had all the execs eatin’ right out of his hands?
Showed us all the keys to success from doors being slammed
Look, I gotta thank Khaled, who back in 2010
Convinced Ye, Sean should drop my last shit
It’s a smash hit, add Chris to it and it’s a classic
That’s that rare shit, yeah loyalty everlasting, look
All I know, forever stuck to the code
Only one I changed was 48221 to 90210
Fast forward later, this nigga Khaled my neighbor
The type of stories that you can’t make up
The universe doesn’t just work it out, man, it works in our favor
What’s Heaven on earth, getting everything that you prayed for?
Shit, believe it to achieve it or you never will
On the phone with Colin Kaepernick
He like, “They not gon’ make it easy for us in this game and they never will”
I’m like, “That’s not just the NFL, bro, that’s every field”
Look, no restraints, bitch, only strength
That’s my wavelength, surprised I ain’t go insane
Heard more gunshots outside than the doorbell rang
And swam with sharks that’s too big to fill up tanks
And I’m right here, right now, how could I not give thanks?
Feel my pain, I paint these pics, I spill this paint
I miss my dogs, I spill this drink
I pray that all your growing pains turn gold champagne
Plus I gotta thank my exes on some “thank u, next” shit
And all the old times that gave me new perspectives
Speaking of new, I’m about to ink a new deal, Don Life Records
And put anyone on in the city who needs connections
This that Fortune 500, my shit never plummet
I just bought a mansion and moved in the dungeon, don’t none of y’all want it
So all y’all fuckboys that want us to fuck up
Just know I make fire in the place and not one of ’em fumble
My vision is tunnel, Sean Don

[Outro: Big Sean]
And I just gotta give thanks
‘Cause it’s that time
You know what I’m talking about, that grind time
You’ve been grinding your whole life
It’s that time where that preparation meets that opportunity
And you gotta be ready
And give thanks

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[Intro]
I woke up dreamin’ inside of a, uh
A ninety thousand seat football field, you dig?

[Verse]
Can you answer my problems?
If I ever get to know you (Hey)
You can help me solve ’em
I’d like to do it all, baby (Hey)
But I like your help better
I’ll let you be my first lady (Ayy)
I’ll never treat you like the steps, baby
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
I need more lights, I need more
One more time, give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights on my right and left, yeah
I need more lights, yeah (Hey)
You got your phone in your hand, but the light ain’t on
You got your phone in your hand, but the light ain’t on
Ayy what the fuck is goin’ on in the back, though?
I need some more fuckin’ lights in the back now, right now
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights in the back of the crowd, yeah
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
I need more lights, yeah (Ayy)
Catch me strokin’ like a damn dog
Catch me spillin’ like Lysol
And I don’t ever wanna eat it in the dark
Seventy thousand dollar chandelier, cut the lights off
I’ma stroke it from behind like wow
When we do the sixty-nine, that’s the only time that you ain’t a dime
Got your front yard filled up with trees and they pine
I know just how to get it, it’ll fuck up your mind though
Told you once that I never met a darling
But if you wanna hit, then it’s my apology
Bae-bae-baby, I’m sorry
Bless you with some good brain, call it the college-y
You know I would never-ever-ever
[?]
Swear to god I’ll let you in on my ends
You can be the only person I’m fallin’ with
Everybody in the mothafuckin’ back, just
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
I need more lights, I need more lights
One more time, give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
Give me more lights, give me more lights, yeah
I need more lights, I need more

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[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

[Verse 1]
Before the rap I was the plug, I’m who they copped from
Had lil bro selling pounds for me when I got locked up
I used to pray the neighbors never called the cops up
Streets ain’t no game, been moving weight like I’m E. Honda
Don’t make me pull up on you, shooting like Black Mamba
You gon’ need Jesus, God, a vest and Kevin Costner
After I dump, I leave him slumped, fucked up his posture
Step back like Harden, cook his top ’til I see pasta
I had to go through some crazy times
Witnessed murder at the age of 9
My first gun was a P89
Had to stay with that Glock, they ain’t taking mine
Paying bills, a few lawyers, and paying fines
Had a bitch lying saying her baby mine
Had some homies hating on the way he grind
Before fans I had clientele pay me mine
All of the pain that I been through
All of the struggle I went through
[?] only motive my mental, why only count on my pistol?
Gangsters don’t talk on computers, all that tough talk don’t amuse us
And when I slap this dick in the 40, bitch I ain’t fuckin’ no cougar

[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

[Verse 2]
I’m in my bag, you don’t want smoke, this ain’t no ganja
Slide like a hockey team with sticks, I make the opps duck
Don’t give no fuck ’bout who you got up on yo’ roster
My shooters hands filled up with bands, bitch I’m they sponsor
We all got 30s, do you dirty, you’ll get mopped up
I’ll snap my fingers, they gon’ cook him like Red Lobster
I’ll slide ’em bread, y’all know y’all toast soon as they pop up
Ain’t shit you can do, light ’em all up like it’s Kwanzaa
From the ‘jects, from the trenches, I’m from the gutta
Told myself, man I gotta come up with something
Keep my head up in life like it upper-cut him
I was fly, they was hating, I wasn’t buggin’
Bought a MAC and a vest from my uncle Bubba
I was turnt, packing heat like a fuckin’ oven
Had some opps until I dropped a couple of ’em
Left ’em lying, I been had the jungle jumpin’
They say they tryna find out where I be at
They been talking for years and ain’t try me yet
Yeah I know haters looking, that’s why we flex
You know I keep the TEC in my Nike Tech
And you know I’m a savage like Randy
I guess all of the pain came in handy
Got the drum in my clip
When I come in this bitch, pussy you gon’ need more than a Plan B

[Chorus]
I’m a monster, the streets made me a monster
I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca
You see I’m clean but that don’t mean you can’t get mopped up
I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up

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[Intro: Charli XCX & Lizzo]
Hey, listen! (Hahaha)
I blame it on you, I blame it on you
Yee!

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
I just wanna drink you up
Pour you in a silver cup
You know I like to party
But you know I love your body
So many things I shouldn’t do
I hate myself for hurting you (Yeah)
Honestly, I’m reckless
I’m sorry if I’m selfish

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Every time you get too close I run, I run away
And every time you say the words, I don’t know what to say
Back, back to the beginning, really wish that I could change
I do, I do, I do

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
I blame it on your love
Every time I fuck it up
I blame it on your love, I do
I blame it on your love
I can’t help it, I can’t stop
I blame it on your love, I do

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Blame it on your love
(Whoa-oh, I blame it on your love)

[Verse 2: Charli XCX]
Sorry I’m a little scared
But no one ever really cared (Uh-huh)
I took you for granted (Yeah, I did)
Just a big misunderstanding
I just want to spend the night (One night)
Sleeping in your bed tonight (Yeah)
Or watch a little TV
I love it when you need me

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Every time you get too close I run, I run away (I run away)
And every time you say the words I don’t know what to say (Say)
Back, back to the beginning, really wish that I could change
I do, I do, I do

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
I blame it on your love (Yeah, yeah)
Every time I fuck it up (Fuck it up, man)
I blame it on your love, I do
I blame it on your love
I can’t help it, I can’t stop
I blame it on your love, I do

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX & Lizzo]
Blame it on your love
Blame it on your love (Ya-ya-ee)
I don’t know what’s wrong with this girl Charli, she crazy

[Bridge: Lizzo]
Gotta blame it on the, blame it on the
Blame it on the juice (Blame it on the juice)
Looking at my booty like you don’t know what to do
Baby, I know that you can’t control it (Control it)
But my body like a swisher, just roll it (Roll it)
I’m give you one chance to fall in love
Give you one chance, don’t fuck this up (Uh)
Ah, ah, oh (Uh-oh, Uh-oh)
I’m tryna catch millions, I ain’t tryna catch feelings (Bitch)

[Chorus: Charli XCX & Lizzo]
I blame it on your love (Yeah, yeah)
Every time I fuck it up (Fuck it up, man)
I blame it on your love, I do (I do)
I blame it on your love
I can’t help it, I can’t stop (Yeah)
I blame it on your love, I do
I blame it on your love
Every time I fuck it up (Every time I fuck it up)
I blame it on your (Every time I fuck it up) love, I do (I do)
I blame it on your love (Yeah, I blame it on your, blame it on your)
I can’t help it, I can’t stop
I blame it on your love, I do (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hahahaha, okay, that’s it

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Car is parked, bags are packed, but what kind of heart doesn’t look back
At the comfortable glow from the porch, the one I will still call yours?
All those words came undone and now I’m not the only one
Facing the ghosts that decide if the fire inside still burns

All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I’ll breathe again
I’ll breathe again
I’ll breathe again

Open up next to you and my secrets become your truth
And the distance between that was sheltering me comes in full view
Hang my head, break my heart built from all I have torn apart
And my burden to bear is a love I can’t carry anymore

All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I’ll breathe again

It hurts to be here
I only wanted love from you
It hurts to be here
What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do?

All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching
All I have, all I need, he’s the air I would kill to breathe
Holds my love in his hands, still I’m searching for something
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I’ll breathe again
I’ll breathe again
I’ll breathe again
I’ll breathe again