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[Intro: Wale & Eric Bellinger]
Yeah
Truly the greatest baby (Whoo)
All hail to my faovrite lady (Yeah)
[?] elevate your name but I’m sayin’ you already an angel baby
It’s Eazy

[Verse 1: Eric Bellinger]
Shawty bad, slim, thick
She my drug, she my fix
And I’m all up in her mix
She be mixin’ with the wrist
She the plug, she finesse
She the one they call the GOAT
She don’t stress
She don’t trip and she fuck with all my bros

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]
So if I gotta choose someone
Then it must be her she been here since day one
I guess I’ma have to call her bae, I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess we gon’ have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
Now every time that she come to the crib
I’ma break her back like I break that bank
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yo, yo
I guess I’ma have to call her wait
I need someone to call me a cab
I drunk too much but I’m on my way
I hate fake love cause I love too hard
[?]
Come to your job bring lunch one time
Then leave your job and you don’t wanna say bye
I never say bye ’cause we just say ciao
She the bitch, she a dolla not a dime
Super thick, super fine
Most important super smart
I celebrate for your intelligence
Fashionista so effortless
To tell the truth I got a [?]
But if I had to chose [?]

[Hook: Eric Bellinger]
So if I gotta choose someone
Then it must be her she been here since day one
I guess I’ma have to call her bae, I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess we gon’ have to go hit London, Paris and Montego Bay
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess she gon’ have to scream my name
Now every time that she come to the crib
I’ma break her back like I break that bank
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae
I guess I’ma have to call her bae

[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on all the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
She the GOAT, she the GOAT
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gucci on all the time

[Outro: Eric Bellinger & Wale]
Shawty bad, slim, thick
She my drug, she my fix
And I’m all up in her mix
She be mixin’ with the wrist
She the plug, she finesse
She the one they call the GOAT
She don’t stress
She don’t trip and fuck with all my bros
It’s Eazy, Wale too
All the time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Greatest of all time, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The Moon and back, yeah
Mixin’ with the wrist
That’s my plug, that’s my chick, yeah

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Blessed are the bullies
For one day they will have to stand up to themselves
Blessed are the liars
For the truth can be awkward

[Verse 1: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look around

[Bridge 1: Bono]
Look around, look around
Look around, it’s a sound
Look around, look around
It’s a sound

[Verse 2: Bono]
It’s not a place
This country is to me a thought
That offers grace
For every welcome that is sought

[Chorus: Bono]
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul

[Verse 3: Bono]
It’s not a place
This is a dream the whole world owns
The pilgrim’s face
It had your heart to call her home

[Refrain]
[?]
Dream on [?]
[?] dreams get me sleepin’

[Chorus: Bono]
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul
American, American

[Bridge 2: Bono]
Put your hands in the air
Hold on the sky
Could be too late, but we still gotta try
There’s a moment in our life where a soul can die
And the person in a country when you believe the lie
The lie (the lie, the lie)
There’s a promise in the heart of every good dream
It’s a call to action, not to fantasy
The end of a dream, the start of what’s real
Let it be unity, let it be community
For refugees like you and me
A country to receive us
Will you be our sanctuary
Refu-Jesus

[Chorus: Bono]
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul
You are rock and roll
You and I are rock and roll
You are rock and roll
Came here looking for American soul
American soul, American soul

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & X Ambassadors]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Someone take me

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I didn’t power through the struggle
Just to let a little trouble, knock me out of my position
And interrupt the vision
After everything I witnessed, after all of these decisions
All these miles, feets, inches
They can’t add up to the distance
That I have been through, just to get to
A place where even if there’s no closure, I’m still safe
I still ache from trying to keep pace
Somebody give me a sign, I’m starting to lose faith

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Now tell me: how did all my dreams turn to nightmares?
How did I lose it when I was right there?
Now I’m so far that it feels like it’s all gone to pieces
Tell me why the world never fights fair
I’m trying to find

[Chorus: X Ambassadors, Bebe Rexha & Machine Gun Kelly]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
(It’s been a long time coming)
Someone take me
Home, ho-o-o-o-me
Home, home
Someone take me
Home, ho-o-o-o-me
Home, home

[Verse 2: Machine Gun Kelly]
Look, I been through so much pain
And it’s hard to maintain, any smile on my face
‘Cause there’s madness on my brain
So I gotta make it back, but my home ain’t on the map
Gotta follow what I’m feeling to discover where it’s at
I need the (memory)
In case this fate is forever, just to be sure these last days are better
And if I have any (enemies)
To give me the strength to look the devil in the face and make it home safe

[Pre-Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly]
Now tell me: how did all my dreams turn to nightmares?
How did I lose it when I was right there?
Now I’m so far that it feels like it’s all gone to pieces
Tell me why the world never fights fair
I’m trying to find

[Chorus: Bebe Rexha & X Ambassadors]
Home
A place where I can go
To take this off my shoulders
Someone take me home
Someone take me

[Bridge: Bebe Rexha & X Ambassadors]
I found no cure for the loneliness
I found no cure for the sickness
Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I’m all alone
I found no cure for the loneliness
I found no cure for the sickness
Nothing here feels like home
Crowded streets, but I’m all alone

[Chorus: Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha]
Someone take me
Home, ho-o-o-o-me
Take me home
Home, home (take me home)
Someone take me
Home, ho-o-o-o-me (someone, someone)
Nothing here feels like home
Home, home
Someone take me

[Verse 1]
First time I tied a plastic worm and felt him on the other end
It was get the net, get him in the boat
Yeah buddy, I was hooked on it
First time I heard Chattahoochee on the speakers of my radio
I was topping off the tank on my old tune tone it
I was hooked on it

[Chorus]
Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
So many things where I grew up
Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
This small town life runs through my blood
And I’m hooked on it

[Verse 2]
The first time I got that Gulf Coast white sugar sand on my feet
Saw the sunshine dancing on that clear blue water
I was hooked on it
First time I pulled me a long neck bottle from the bottom of a bucket of ice
As soon as that cold beer hit my lips, I was hooked on it

[Chorus]
Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
So many things where I grew up
Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
This small town life runs through my blood
And I’m hooked on it
Come on!

[Bridge]
Like a Friday payday honky tonk buzz
I gotta have a little more of it just because
I keep coming back to the good stuff, ’cause I’m hooked on it

[Chorus]
Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south
Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow
Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down
Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now
So many things where I grew up
Once you get a little, you can’t get enough
This small town life’s all in my blood
And I’m hooked on it
Yeah, I’m hooked on it
I’m hooked on it

[Hook] [Naledge]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse One: Naledge]
It’s like
Easy does it
This here be a doosie
My verbal treat a Double O snare like a floosy
Slide inside, then on to the next one
Spit that futuristic shit, George Jetson
Ultimate Fighter, ultimate writer
Stadium flow is made for cigarette lighters
Behind mics my live punch light
I’m Kimbo Slice
Invoke nice
Second to none
Bump gums like the set of Nick Teen
Nick Green with a sweeter sixteen and
Little Aaron Reed on MTV
Caviar in the form of an MP3
Made in conjunction with the real
Hand delivered down from Heaven underneath
Mr. Jabari Evans and

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From ATL to uh, VA and uh
Berlin to uh, Dub A and uh
Seattle to the H town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse Two: Phonte]
It’s Phon’
Tiggalo the show stopper
You and your crew look so opera
While I’m in Osaka
Lettin’ the beats bang till I’m hard of hearing
Make the ear-ring just like some door knockers
I always got to do my job and stay on top of my
It wasn’t written little nigga, it was prophesied
In ’03 I dropped The Listening and
It took me from Paris to New York to Michigan and
Niggas thought that we would get dropped
But I just made a pit stop
Re-tire like the Michelin Man
Now I’m back on the track like Ricky Bobby and I
Piss excellence, to step to this you outta your mind
Me and Naledge the team
It’s a movement but nah
We need class participation
Raise your hands to the sky
Let’s go

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

[Verse Three: Naledge]
A shot of brilliance
Chased with some excellence
Heavy on je ne sais quoi
Translation
I’m somethin’ like a star
When it comes to the verbal spar
Ride tracks sorta like a Nascar
Limited time only
?
Take a rain check on the lame trip
Catch me on the ? sippin’ Cabernet
Eatin’
Salmon fillet with peach jelly glaze
Strictly on some player shit
I’m not pardoning this
But I got no synonyms just to say the shit
I’m on my P’s & Q’s
Cross T’s, dot I’s
See the hunger runnin’ south side in my brown eyes
Not sayin’ that I was poor
But I was sayin’ I could always use more

[Hook]
Paper trail stay fallin’ from the sky (pick it up)
Get away in that cherry bubble I
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high
Spark the doobie, we about to get high
Money on my mind, about to get rich
We young tycoons on a platinum trip
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh
New York to uh, Chicago and uh
Miami to the D town
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin’ it down

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