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Yo!
Drop yo glasses, and shake ya asses
I wanna get witchu and I’m feelin real nasty
You! You make me feel like tha Queen City South
N oh! Love me! Hol’ me! Shoot it in like you Kobe
No! No one can do it better than that
Listen to me baby, like it slow like that
Come here, come here Papi
Lemme sit you right back
Wanna be my Fat Joe?
When I sing lean back?
Karencitta, nice to meet ya
I could be ya Mamacitta
Bun da reefa with the Fifa on
With a blunt, Mr. James Bond
If you down, fuck it, let’s get it on

Chorus:
You really need a Cebuana
I’m more than a summertime lover, uh, uh
Ari ba! Ari ba! Ari ba!
Grabiha! Grabiha! Grabiha! Baby
You really need a Cebuana
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You really need a Cebuana (yeah)
You really need a Cebuana
Uh! Cebuanang Padala

Di ta diri bai, didto ta hunat
Ali na ay si’g storya, sugdan ng hubad
Delikado and feeling datu
Buntag nangita na og Taho
Ig human, mukaon og Halo-Halo
Ay ko’g labda, last na lang ka
Ayaw lage ko’g atika
‘Di ko mada sa imong tama
Ano na, Ali storya sa ta
Ayaw pagdali dali, likay ta sa mga sala
Ma da pa nig ampo, bisita lang ta sa Simala
Nganung katong seryoso, sila pa’y duwaan pa?
Nahubog sa Sinulog nya nahulog, luh pagpuyo
Last na lang ka, ay ko’g labda ha?
Yeah!

Chorus:
You really need a Cebuana
I’m more than a summertime lover, uh, uh
Ari ba! Ari ba! Ari ba!
Grabiha! Grabiha! Grabiha! Baby
You really need a Cebuana
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You really need a Cebuana
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You really need a Cebuana
Yo! Yo! Yo!
Yeah, Cebuanang Padala!

You really need a Cebuana
I’m more than a summertime lover, uh, uh
Ari ba! Ari ba! Ari ba!
Grabiha! Grabiha! Grabiha! Baby
You really need a Cebuana
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You really need a Cebuana
You really need a Cebuana

Mutya ka Baleleng sa katahum
Timgas pa sa puti nga baybayon
Sa kasingkasing ka panganduyon
Perlas ka nga angay gyud angkonon

Pila na Baleleng layo-layo
Si Tangkay Baleleng pasibuto
Bangkaw-guna Baleleng matuyo
Uro ka Baleleng pamalayo

Narration:
Mutya ka Baleling sa katahum
Timgas sa puti nga baybayon
Sa kasingkasing ka panganduyon
Perlas ka nga angay gyud angkonon

Kon ikaw Baleleng ang mawala
Kon ikaw Baleleng di ko makita
Gugma ko Baleleng magahulat
Taliwala ning lawod sa mga luha

Bangkaw-guna Baleleng matuyo
Uro ka Baleleng pamalayo

(feat. Halsey)

[Chorus: Halsey]
I can feel your heart
Hanging in the air
I’m counting every step
As you climb the stairs
It’s buried in your bones
I see it in your closed eyes turning in
This is harder than we know
We hold it in the most
When we weren’t there
Coming like a

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Yeah
And I don’t know whats going on
I’ve been holding on to things
That I know are gone
I’ve been saying that I’m right
When I know I’m wrong
I’ve been feeling like the world
Gonna know my songs
Every day I really feel I’m losing track and time
And everybody got their own fucking back but mine
Wasn’t in-class writing raps
Just to pass the time
Now I wish I could go back in time
When my mum used to pick me up from school
With the light-up shoes
Back when I would follow rules
Funny cause now I refuse
But it made me powerful
I just need someone to look me in the eye
Say “I’m proud of you”
And you don’t know my life
You got me all wrong
Every word I ever said now is all gone
With no lifeline who am I to call on?
In myself
I’m in hell
I’m lost, mum

[Chorus: Halsey]
I can feel your heart
Hanging in the air
I’m counting every step
As you climb the stairs
It’s buried in your bones
I see it in your closed eyes turning in
This is harder than we know
We hold it in the most
When we weren’t there
Coming like a

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah
And I don’t know what’s going on
I’ve been holding on to things
That I know are gone
I’ve been in between dreams and a 9 to 5
I’m about to quit this music thing
And go and get a job
I’ve been looking in the mirror like “who am I?”
Am I everything I claimed to be or did I lie?
And everything is all appealing from a third person
Yeah
But not as pretty when you get inside
All these fake people living of facade
And living a lie
And all they have is two things:
Fast women and pride
I never fitted to the hype though
I’m thinking
They just thinking mic grow
And I know what’s it like to be alone
To feel like you have flown
So far away from home
I feel so distant
From everyone I’ve known
I gotta go get it though
I feel it in my bones

[Chorus: Halsey]
I can feel your heart
Hanging in the air
I’m counting every step
As you climb the stairs
It’s buried in your bones
I see it in your closed eyes turning in
This is harder than we know
We hold it in the most
When we weren’t there
Coming like a

[PostChorus: G-Eazy]
Yeah
Lately, I’ve been broken, yeah
At least I’m being open, yeah
At least I’m being open, yeah
And is gotta come from something
Yeah
That’s gotta come from something

[Chorus: Halsey]
I can feel your heart
Hanging in the air
I’m counting every step
As you climb the stairs
It’s buried in your bones
I see it in your closed eyes turning in
This is harder than we know
We hold it in the most
When we weren’t there
Coming like a a a a a

(feat. Chance The Rapper)

[Verse 1: KYLE]
Yeah, okay well hey yo remember me?
The one you used to rarely meet
Yeah I was just on BET, didn’t see? No?
Just something I thought about
Probably happy you know a lot of kids that you fucked off and forgot about
But not this, not what this all about
There is more than that to it
Look I know we’ve both been through it but
You’ve been doing anything but what you should be doing like
When I call you on Christmas and you come with excuses
And tell me how you’re sorry Kyle but this year I’m Jewish
But last year you was Hindu, and the year before was Buddhist
To keep from buying me clothes, I bet you’ll probably be a nudist huh?
Probably have my moms on Maury, asking them to prove it
So I put my face on albums so you’d have to face the music
And when I think about it, it couldn’t have been that hard
I didn’t need the money man, I just wanted the card
But you was always busy or like somewhere hella far
And ever since I made it, it seems like you never are
That’s weird

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory

[Lady]
August 24th 2013 Journal entry 87
The past is just a story we tell ourselves
Do you remember ours?
Tell me the story would you please?

[Verse 2: KYLE]
Yeah, hey look the happy rapper’s not so happy now
I remember when I used to laugh out loud
Nowadays I only LOL
Through text cause I don’t wanna talk
Don’t touch me I don’t wanna feel
Rewrote this verse a couple times
First time I kept it way too real
Back before droppin “Keep It Real”
You really dropped me on my ass
I sent a hundred thousand text’s
Don’t think you ever sent one back
Let’s backtrack back to twenty twelve
Back throwing backpacks to hit the roads
Felt like I died and went to heaven
My life at home was living hell
I told you, you was all I had
It’s funny then you couldn’t tell
When all your friends was talking shit
It’s funny then you couldn’t smell
It’s funny then you couldn’t spell
When I got no answers to those texts
These things get harder to forgive, and even harder to forget
But when I think about it, I’m kinda glad that you did
Don’t try to eat with me now
You couldn’t starve with me then
A couple months ago fuck
It was hard for us to be friends
You’re heart is so much bigger ever since I made it big
Man that’s weird

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright
I’ll re-jog your memory
I said, you gon’ remember me
You say what’s your name again?
Finally, don’t call but it’s alright

I’ll re-jog your memory

[Intro]
Beat me in a battle? Nigga please
Uh huh, um yeah, uh shout out to Jesus
And uh, shout out to Jesus and Jesus

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I make it DewWutItDoez
These niggas do it but don’t do it good
These niggas do this shit just for the funds
I go the hardest dude just for the fun
Yeah, shout out to Zini the man
I specialize in doing what niggas can’t
Even when I was a young’n in class I always went harder than all my friends
Shout out to niggas who said I was wack
Couple years later they’re all on my sack
Wanting to feature me all on these tracks
Send me a text I do not send em back
Biggidy backity fuckity up
People around me will prove you ain’t tough
I’m telling you I’ve seen this venue before
Believe me the same one you bitch niggas want
SuperDuper do this all for the love
And that’s why these girlies just can’t get enough
And that’s why you rappers just can’t get a break
A house with no outlets, you can’t get the plug
Damn, someone should tell them to stop
Just cause I’m popping they tell me I’m Pop
And all of they girlfriends’ tell me I’m hot
Just cause they not me they tell me I’m not
That’s no no don’t you know that you’re wrong?
And I’m the one writing your favorite songs?
From all of your favorite rappers don’t act like if I wasn’t here they wouldn’t all be gone
Gone is for sure, gone with the wind
They say they gonna pass me up, gosh nigga when?
It’s taking too long, way too fucking long
The only one who likes your raps is your mom
But we both know that she been singing mine more
You’re on the internet, not in the stores
I’m on the bed now moved up from the couch
I remember when I slept on the floor
And so did my sister, and so did my bro
And we had to go to Fallas for the clothes
The way I was swagging was so damn on point
I couldn’t even tell that I was broke

[Interlude]
Yeah man uh you know shout out to Jesus
I wanna thank Jesus one time
Shout out to my nigga Jesus on the couch
You know what I’m saying?
Shout out to muhfucking Jesus
Shout out to my homie Jesus over there chilling
Yeah, shout out to Jesus rolling that blunt
And shout out to Zini and Jesus

[Verse 2]
Shout out to the young man Brick
He’s 17 chilling on some grown man shit
Man we got a lot of hands if somebody wanna trip
Sleep more broke niggas than a Motel 6
I make it do what it do
And I did it ‘for niggas thought it was cool
Swear this shits like I just do something once
And all of you niggas start doing it too
And I don’t get the debit or the cred what’s up bruh?
Kurt Angle theme song you suck bruh
Did a couple shows putting on for the turf
Now me and Sean trade verses on Surf
Fake niggas don’t look right at me
The way your bitch just threw it at me I nicknamed her nerf
And do not speak directly at me
If you wanna say something, @ me, that actually works
Your hating ass actions don’t actually work
I just act like they do they don’t actually hurt
You don’t have half of fictional racks from your raps yo that’s not what you’re actually worth
The planet you’re on isn’t actually earth
If you think your girlfriend can actually twerk
The funniest thing is the laziest part of your brain is the section that actually works
Yo that would suck if I was you, good thing I’m not
Your moms a thot, I- Brick thinks she’s hot, I’m pretty sure they fucked yo this is awk
Dude, cool, it happens to the best of us
If you fuck with one of us you gotta squab the rest of us
Already had the rap life that was in a past life
I had to come back because I wasn’t the best of them
Didn’t cash checks enough
Didn’t curve my ex enough
Didn’t have one night stand drunk sex enough
Didn’t knock niggas out, niggas didn’t test enough
Itching for the hands, do you have eczema?
Last album I ain’t really beat my chest enough
Got these rappers running, I know they can hear me catching up
Super Duper flexing up until there ain’t any left of us
You do whatever the fuck you want and I’ll do what it fucking does
Yeah

[Outro]
Yo that was easy
Uh, first and foremost I wanna give a big shout out to Jesus
And our sponsors over at, uh, Jesus Incorporated
Uh yo, I wanna, uh, shout out to everybody at Super Duper
Especially my nigga Jesus, you know what I mean?
Uh, I got a homie serving life right now, he go by the name of J-Dog
Or Jesus, you can call him that too, shout out to him
And uh I’m trying to think, I’m trying to think who else do I shout out
(Shout out Jesus, shout out Jesus)
You’re right, right, okay
Yo shout out, uh, to my boy Jesus, and shout out to my mom and Jesus