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[Intro: Quavo]
Ok
Migo!
I gotta problem
(We got London On Da Track)
Thugger
Ur girl say she wanna fuck wit me
We brothers
Gotta tell you something

[Hook: Quavo]
Please stop wasting me time (Time, woah)
Lil mama she want em to love her
I had to tell my brother Thugger
He told me she wasting me time (Time)
She callin’ my phone all the time
She say that she wanna spend time
I think the she lyin’
She wasting me time
(Quavo!)
Lemmie ask you sumthin’ Thug
She tellin’ me that she in love (She say that she love me)
I don’t know what to do God damn Thugger Thugger come and talk to me bro (Talk to me!)
Damn!

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I know that she workin’ (Workin’)
I thinks he deserve it (Know she deserve it)
I ain’t even dropped a sack yet but an nigga bought a new Birkin (Lil bitty bag)

I know that I’m slippin’ but lemma get back on my pimpin’ (slip on my pimpin’)
When I bought the mansion she told me she wanna live in it (Live in the mansion!)
When I bought the Bently she told me she wanna whip in it (The Bently, skurrt)
I think I’m bein’ to friendly you the one that witnessed it
(Help me)
(Can you explain it to me)
(What the hell am I doin’)
(Cuz I don’t know, no)
Hell is a nigga doin’ (Hell am I doin’ huh)
She running away wit my heart
(Shot her down on the bulevard)

[Hook: Quavo]
Please stop wasting me time (Time, woah)
Lil mama she want em to love her
I had to tell my brother Thugger
He told me she wasting me time (Time)
She callin’ my phone all the time
She say that she wanna spend time
I think the she lyin’
She wasting me time
(Quavo!)
Lemmie ask you sumthin’ Thug
She tellin’ me that she in love (She say that she love me)
I don’t know what to do God damn Thugger Thugger come and talk to me bro (Talk to me!)
Damn!

[Intro]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh
Yeah, ooh, essketit

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Verse]
Jump in this bitch and go stupid, yeah
I’m so rich, look like Rick Rubin, huh
Fuck a bitch, I leave her coolin’, yuh
Six in the mornin’, I boot her
I’m poppin’ a Molly, I drive Maserati
Then shut down your party, I air out the shawty
We drink hella water, we run through your daughter
[?] supporter, I’m takin’ yo’ motor
I bust out my Rollie, I bust out my wrist
And I’m walkin’ to class and I’m takin’ yo’ bitch
And you can’t tell me nothin’, young nigga but rich
If he say somethin’ stupid, I’m sendin’ them hits
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ooh
Your diamonds is so fugazi, ayy

[Chorus]
That bitch she swallow my baby, ooh
Bought me a brand new Mercedes, ooh
I do this shit on a daily, yeah
I do this shit on a daily, ayy
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh (damn)
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, yeah

[Outro]
Jump in this bitch, jump in this bitch
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh
Jump in this bitch and go crazy, ooh

[Intro]
Mhm

[Verse 1]
I’m young and I’m foolish, I’ve made bad decisions
I block out the news, turn my back on religion
Don’t have no degree, I’m somewhat naive
I’ve made it this far on my own
But lately, that shit ain’t been gettin’ me higher
I lift up my head and the world is on fire
There’s dread in my heart and fear in my bones
And I just don’t know what to say

[Chorus]
Maybe I’ll pray, pray
Maybe I’ll pray
I have never believed in you, no
But I’m gonna pray

[Verse 2]
You won’t find me in church (no) reading the Bible (no)
I am still here and I’m still your disciple
I’m down on my knees, I’m beggin’ you, please
I’m broken, alone, and afraid
I’m not a saint, I’m more of a sinner
I don’t wanna lose, but I fear for the winners
When I tried to explain, the words ran away
That’s why I am stood here today

[Chorus]
And I’m gonna pray, pray, maybe I’ll pray
Pray for a glimmer of hope
Maybe I’ll pray, pray, maybe I’ll pray
I’ve never believed in you, no, but I’m gonna…

[Bridge]
Won’t you call me?
Can we have a one-on-one, please?
Let’s talk about freedom
Everyone prays in the end
Everyone prays in the end

Ohh, won’t you call me?
Can we have a one-on-one, please?
Let’s talk about freedom
Everyone prays in the end
Everyone prays in the end

[Outro: Chorus]
Oh, I’m gonna pray, I’m gonna pray, I’m gonna pray
Pray for a glimmer of hope
Maybe I’ll pray, pray, maybe I’ll pray
I’ve never believed in you, no, but I’m gonna pray

Sitting with you in a dark room
Warm by a fireplace
You know there’s just something about you
You brighten my day
I got something to run past you
I just hope I say it right
So I take your hand and ask you
Have you made plans for the rest of your life?

[Chorus: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
There’s one thing I should be giving up, giving up now
And that’s worryin’ about life
Oh, I’ll be fine
If one gray hair shows, I’ll be fine
If my waistline goes, I’ll be fine
Even if time takes its toll
We’ll stay young for the rest of our lives

[Verse 2: Faith Hill]
I’ve been making plans for children
Since I’ve been looking in your eyes
I even have names picked out for them
Daughter; it’d be Rose
Son; it’d be [?]

[Chorus: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
There’s one thing I should be giving up, giving up now
And that’s worrying about life
Oh, I’ll be fine
If one gray hair shows, I’ll be fine
If my waistline goes, I’ll be fine
Even if time takes its toll
We’ll stay young for the rest of our lives

[Bridge: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
I don’t really care about those storm clouds brewing
Oh, as long as you’re hear by my side
Oh, we’ll be young, oh we’ll be young
Oh, we’ll be young, when we’re old

[Chorus: Tim McGraw & Faith Hill]
Oh, I’ll be fine
If my gray hair shows, I’ll be fine
If my waistline goes, I’ll be fine
Even when time takes its toll
I’ll stay young for the rest of my life
With you, I’ll stay young for the rest of my life
With you
We’ll stay young for the rest of our life

People talkin’ ’bout what is and what ain’t country
What gives ’em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth

[Pre-Chorus]
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy waitin’ on the rain
We’re all a little different, but we’re all the same
Everybody doin’ their own thing

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Verse 2]
Does it run in your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know

[Chorus 2]
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level church
Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and get my outside on
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Brdge]
Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You know you gotta let it out

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred back when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing land lines
Running bird docks through them Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
And just be proud of what makes you country
Whatever makes you country

[Outro]
You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country