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[Intro: Matt Skiba]
Blame it, blame it on my youth

[Verse 1: Mark Hoppus]
I wasn’t born with the rich blood
I started out with plenty of nothing at all
I got stuck in the thick mud
The flash flood, punk rock, and the alcohol
I was raised on a rerun
I was bored to death, so I started a band
Cut my teeth on a safety dance
My attention span never stood a chance

[Pre-Chorus: Mark Hoppus]
It’s too late
Can you forgive me now?

[Chorus: Matt Skiba]
You could never kill my high
I’m the ink and you’re the headline (Oh)
Blame it, blame it on my youth
Blame it, blame it on my youth
You can never block my shine
I’ve been lost since 1999 (Oh)
Blame it, blame it on my youth
Blame it, blame it on my youth
(Blame, blame, blame on my youth)

[Verse 2: Matt Skiba]
I wasn’t made for the good life
I ended up getting stuck on the side of the road
I tripped and fell on hard times
Tough breaks are the only kind I know
I was left on a door step
I was scared to death with nowhere to go
Cut myself on the neighbors’ fence
That I hopped as the cops tried to take me in

[Pre-Chorus: Matt Skiba]
It’s too late
Can you forgive me now?

[Chorus: Matt Skiba]
You could never kill my high
I’m the ink and you’re the headline (Oh)
Blame it, blame it on my youth
Blame it, blame it on my youth
You could never block my shine
I’ve been lost since 1999 (Oh)
Blame it, blame it on my youth
Blame it, blame it on my youth

[Bridge: Matt Skiba & Mark Hoppus]
I was raised on the Ritalin
Ever since I was a little kid (Little kid)
No one ever seemed to give a shit (Give a shit)
And I don’t need an excuse
I don’t need an excuse

[Chorus: Matt Skiba]
You could never kill my high
I’m the ink and you’re the headline
Blame it, blame it on my youth
Blame it, blame it on my youth
You can never block my shine
I’ve been lost since 1999 (Oh)
Blame it, blame it on my youth
Blame it, blame it on my youth
You can never kill my high (Endless summer)
I’m the ink and you’re the headline (Stretching on and on)
Blame it, blame it on my youth (Oh, oh)
Blame it, blame it on my youth (Oh, oh)

[Outro: Mark Hoppus]
Endless summer
Stretching on and on

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[Verse 1]
Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin’ love you
I cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I’ve been stuck to
I came in as a lil’ man, but now my fuckin’ nuts grew
Today’s the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you
Uh-oh, it’s my triflin’ ass
Pullin’ up like, “Hi guys, I’m back”
Goddamn, nigga, I’m so up that I can’t get down, gotta skydive from that (Yikes)
Won’t see the day I might relax, I ain’t never been a nice guy, in fact
Y’all wishin’ I would try nicer raps
Sorry, I ain’t got the right mind for that (Uh-uh)
Look how cold he is, pimpin’ just like H-O-V is
Y’all are Beyoncé and my rhymes stay inappropriate
This is just how my show begins
If you hatin’, come blow me then
Fuck you, here’s some petroleum
Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah)
Whoa!
Niggas better duck and run for cover like it’s fuckin’ Iraq (Stay down, nigga)
I’m pullin’ a nigga from your ass, you ain’t even die yet (Oh no)
I’ve been headin’ up the ladder longer, never was a time I hit the climax (Yikes)
Your career’s goin’ bye-bye, it’s ironic you don’t got a bypass (Yeah)
Niggas know that I’ve been ill, man, the whole time that I’ve been here
I done made a fortune like ten mil’ from the paper lines that my pen fills
And if I don’t spend it, my kids will
I’m low key, but a big deal
Hoes see me and they freeze up
That’s why they all on my dick still

[Pre-Chorus]
They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin’ niggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a fuckin’ thing on Hop
Whoa!

[Chorus]
Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso (Mhm)

[Verse 2]
I’ve been told the new game plan’s to make bullshit for the new wave’s fans
And you can’t populate unless you take xans and flex on the ‘Gram like you do make bands
What?! (Oh no)
They like, “Fuck boom bap rap, you can’t win
Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan”
That’s when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man (Yeah!)
Look, I ain’t the nigga who pullin’ up tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah)
I’m here to rain on parades, my sinister ways to fuck up the rodeo
I do my shows and hoes be losin’ control like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop)
When I deliver the penis it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio
Mmm, man, who want war with me?
Bitch, I torture beats
I’ve been born to beast
Still I abort MCs
Oh, so horribly
Dog, your corpse’ll be
Right on the floor with these
Feet that I’ll stomp you out with
This my house, bitch, and you can’t afford the lease (Watch out)
Whoa!
Fuck all that Hollywood shit
Over half of you not even lit that be riding my dick
I got no problem with this
I come through and your body get slit
I could hardly resist
Nigga, my hobby is pissin’ on anyone I can offend
I got no friends
Whoever thinkin’ they hot, go and tell ’em, nobody’s convinced (Hmm)

[Pre-Chorus]
They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin’ niggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a fuckin’ thing on Hop
Whoa!

[Chorus]
Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso

[Chorus]
Rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
‘Cause I ain’t liable for no nigga (Nope)
I’m fuckin’ hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso

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[Verse 1]
Brother’s hands
This time it’s in brother’s hands
Baby are you satisfied
Is this all that you had in mind

[Chorus]
On the square
Live a life that isn’t there
Square it up
Call me once you’ve had enough

[Verse 2]
Brother’s hands
Feel the grip of brother’s hands
Maybe it’s been rectified
Locked outside and left to die

[Chorus]
On the square
Live a life that isn’t there
Square it up
Call me once you’ve had enough

[Chorus]
On the square
Live a life that isn’t there
Square it up
Call me once you’ve had enough

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[Verse 1: Madonna]
I’m tired of being far away from home
Far from walking home, far from where it’s safe
Hope it’s not too late
Rush, rush, rush on you, love, love, love on you
Love you like a fool, put my trust in you

[Pre-Chorus: Madonna & Swae Lee (Both)]
‘Cause you’re the one I crave
And my cravings get dangerous
The feelings never fade
I don’t think we should play with this
Said come, come get me straight
I don’t think we should wait for this
‘Cause you’re the one I crave
And my cravings get dangerous

[Chorus: Madonna & Swae Lee]
Ooh (ooh), my cravings get dangerous
Ooh, I don’t think we should play with this
Ooh (ooh), my cravings get dangerous
Ooh, I don’t think we should wait

[Verse 2: Madonna & Swae Lee (Both)]
‘Cause I’m just me (yeah), that’s all I can be (ooh)
Something real (yeah), something I can feel
You know I just can’t change, this is how I’m made
I’m not afraid
Take me to the place

[Pre-Chorus: Madonna & Swae Lee (Both)]
‘Cause you’re the one I crave (crave)
And my cravings get dangerous
The feelings never fade
I don’t think we should play with this
Said come, come get me straight
I don’t think we should wait for this
‘Cause you’re the one I crave
And my cravings get dangerous

[Chorus: Madonna & Swae Lee]
Ooh (ooh), my cravings get dangerous
Ooh, I don’t think we should play with this
Ooh (ooh), my cravings get dangerous
Ooh, I don’t think we should wait

[Verse 3: Swae Lee]
You’re on me, I don’t think you should wait (wait)
You’re on me (pull up), one pull up away (away)
You’re down to ride, ride me like a wave (ride, yeah)
I gave you a sensation (ooh)
Loner, days we used to chase
It’s do or die, yeah my love life can get crazy (crazy)
It’s on the line girl, you’re risking everything (thing)
It’s over, x-rated

[Bridge: Madonna & Swae Lee]
Ran so far to try to find the thing I let and there it was inside (side) of (of) me (me)
Ran and ran and ran so fast, a thing to last and there it was, I hear (hear) you (you) breathe (breathe)

[Pre-Chorus: Madonna & Swae Lee (Both)]
‘Cause you’re the one I crave (crave)
And my cravings get dangerous
The feelings never fade
I don’t think we should play with this
Said come, come get me straight
I don’t think we should wait for this
‘Cause you’re the one I crave
And my cravings get dangerous

[Chorus: Madonna & Swae Lee (Both)]
Ooh (ooh), my cravings get dangerous
Ooh, I don’t think we should play with this
Ooh (ayy, ooh), my cravings get dangerous
Ooh, I don’t think we should wait

[Outro: Swae Lee]
It’s on the line girl, you’re risking everything

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[Intro]
Thugga, Muhfucka, heeey
Sound like some SS3 shit, ya digg
Free the goat you know what im saying
Free Roscoe!
Yak Gotti

[Verse 1]
Slatt, Gotti, Gotti, Gotti
Free Slatt Slatt Yak Gotti
If you know him you know he had a fucking timb
I miss you you gon make me cry a river (heey, yeah)
I want all these niggas gone
I want all of them come on home
I miss em and im so lonely
Free all the homies
Spend me some bands spend me some racks
Spend me some fetti guap cash spend me them bands
Nut in their hand go get a rag
I just blowed the bag on her didn’t wanna plan
If you will it just stick to em Stay turned lets go get to them
Fuck them haiti baby baby act like you ain’t shit to them
They only wanna come around you you better nog get shit to em
They only wanna come and use you and act like you kin to em
My momma didn’t hate my daddy didn’t raise ya hey
They know that im hot i need a fan-tasia
Right now im on top i look at your plan later
They know that im so not basic im not their cables

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I save your life I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke

[Verse 2]
B-R-O-K-E i dont wanna see that not ever ever oh no
And i know i sound like a brat and im not no brat but when you rich you act like that
They wan kill me but all of them rich niggas they feel me
But he gon kill me cause i take care every motherfucker around me
And they bill every monthly every year never bought they KennColes from good year i put ice on they neck and i pebble all of their lil ears this bitch so bad i won’t no trojan i made her rub me with this lotion take some from my bitch just to be an explosion and if you ain’t knew it now you know it

[Hook]
Im like I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I pray to god that i never go broke
I, I dont wanna see nothing bout being broke
I swear to god forget my sins i dont want broke
I might just go to prison for im getting broke no joke no joke
I won’t be broke 25x be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i won’t be broke broke broke i can’t spell broke broke broke no these not broke broke broke my rollie broke broke broke iced out his bro bro bro yeah yeah my dawg changed yo

[Verse 3]
And he’s iced out you can not get it if you broke and you cannot
You can’t run out of the spot nigga got Glocks yaaay
They got them sticks to send your ass way up to the moon
Rich lifestyle no broom fly Peter Pan in the room yeah
Free my nigga Gucci to hey Louboutaly Lucci woochie
I wan get ya bitch and get that coochie coochie
I just wanna get your daddy do em do em
I just wanna catch a small glue do it to em to em leave em fuck em broke soon smoke em leave em dead yeah bloody rack jack
Im on slauson for no reason with a spank yeah
We gon die bout this shit hey hey hey
Diamonds brazy diamonds fighting go to war imma buy that bitch lil boy ride that bitches like a bed up to the porsche
Put that bitch inside a 2000 car put that bitch inside a car with my big bro hey hey
Told em bring that bitch right back when it get dangerous
And i won’t dime with that bitch she owe me fund yeah
Or she could just bring me back my funds yeah
Ain’t no pussy nigga baby ain’t the one
Freestyle than geek nigga roll a bunch off pot and smoke some weed nigga
Private party at the the yo with 20 freaks nigga
Old lady straight G fly as a seagull nigga yeah
I got forty Thousand Adidas nigga
Evil i only just fuck the evil nigga
She gon drop them bitches like a beatle nigga yay

[Outro]
Rolling, SS3, on the way
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yeah