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[Verse 1]
There’s a four-by-six of a sunset kiss
And one of you laughin’ at me catching my first fish
One on Valentine’s Day
With the mariachi band at our favorite place

[Chorus]
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
The camera doesn’t show the way it hurt
No, that ain’t the way I remember it happenin’
In between the flashes it was sad, it was tragic
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures

[Verse 2]
There’s one on my phone that I can’t erase (One on my phone)
But you’d never know by the smile on my face
That inside I was dying, later that night I’d be crying
The last one before “goodbye”

[Chorus]
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
The camera doesn’t show the way it hurt
No, that ain’t the way I remember it happening
In between the flashes it was sad, it was tragic
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures

[Bridge]
No photo evidence, not a single proof
Of all the hell that we went through

[Chorus]
But damn, we sure looked happy in pictures
The camera doesn’t show the way it hurt
No, that ain’t the way I remember it happening
In between the flashes it was sad, it was tragic
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures

[Outro]
(So happy)
(So happy in pictures)
Oh, yes we did
Yeah, we sure looked happy in pictures
(So happy)
(So happy in pictures)

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[Verse 1]
Isn’t it strange that you used to know me?
All the highs and lows and in-betweens
And now you see me and just say, “Hey”
Isn’t it weird that you’ve seen me naked?
We had conversations ’bout forever
Now it’s ’bout the weather‚ okay

[Pre-Chorus]
And I just can’t believe
We went from strangers to lovers to strangers in a lifetime
Now just memories
We’ve gone from strangers to lovers to strangers
Yeah

[Chorus]
Acting like we never met
Faking like we’d just forget
We were lovers
And now there’s nothing left but small talk
Had every inch of your skin
There’s nowhere your hands haven’t been
Ain’t it funny?
‘Cause now there’s nothing left but small talk

[Verse 2]
Isn’t it wild that I know your weakness?
And everybody at the party thinks
That you’re the best since sliced bread
And isn’t it awkward I got a new somebody?
And honestly it’ll probably be a while before we can just be friends

[Pre-Chorus]
I just can’t believe
We went from strangers to lovers to strangers in a lifetime
Now just memories
We’ve gone from strangers to lovers to strangers
(Small talk)

[Chorus]
Acting like we never met
Faking like we’d just forget
We were lovers
And now there’s nothing left but small talk
Had every inch of your skin
There’s nowhere your hands haven’t been (Hands haven’t been)
Ain’t it funny?
‘Cause now there’s nothing left but small talk

[Post-Chorus]
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Now there’s nothing left but small talk
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Nothing left‚ nothing left‚ baby)
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Nah)
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Oh no)
Now there’s nothing left but small talk

[Bridge]
And I just can’t believe
We went from strangers to lovers to strangers

[Chorus]
Acting like we never met
Faking like we’d just forget
We were lovers
And now there’s nothing left but small talk
Had every inch of your skin
There’s nowhere your hands haven’t been (Oh)
Ain’t it funny?
‘Cause now there’s nothing left but small talk
(Now there’s nothing left but small talk)

[Post-Chorus]
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Blah-blah-blah)
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Now there’s nothing left but small talk (Now there’s nothing left)
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Blah-blah-blah-blah (Small talk)
Blah-blah-blah-blah
Now there’s nothing left but small talk

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[Verse 1: B. Lewis]
Get you, get you on the floor
Kitchen table, say no more
Got you up against the door
Run it up ’til the morning
Never trippin’, on the low
Hit it fast, hit it slow
Run it up ’til the morning

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the Heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
That’s a fact, scientific
What’s a Jordan with no Scottie Pippen?
I’ll be Scottie, baby, you the greatest
Got no problems givin’ you the praises
Cop a drop for you, the new Mercedes
You deserve the latest
Bein’ honest, I could loop you daily
Baby, you is something like my favorite playlist
But I could never play you like the stereo from Shea Stadium
It ain’t Shea Stadium, but these days
It ain’t rented and it auto-park
And she got back like a photobomb
Throw that ass back, no photoshop
Independent, had to shoot my shot (Ayy)
Uber Eats, big movie screens
Shit, fuck, and sleep
I could do this all day

[Chorus: B. Lewis]
I just gotta know
Can we do this on the low (Oh)
Take it fast or take it slow
Really doesn’t matter anymore, baby

[Post-Chorus: Bas and B. Lewis]
Every time, my favorite times are wastin’ time with you
Love you sober, love you older, love you always, through
Forever might not need no wedding ring
Nowhere I’d rather be but here with you
This world, the seven seas, the heavens too
No part of it I see compare with you

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[Intro]
Black Bo, you know we miss you
J.U.S.T.I.C.E.  League
M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach  Music
Since everybody wanna speak they mind
Maybach Music

[Verse 1]
Yo,  watchin’ Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry
For  every innocent brother charged with a homicide
Went from battle raps to now we wearin’ M.A.G.A. hats
Dade  County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin’ with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin’ out the trunk, chargin’ 20 a bird
Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care
Pray  you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire
Actresses comin’ to see me like a movie premiere
Dope boys show me love just for keepin’ it trill
Dozen lawyers on the team, I’d rather keep ’em close
Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes
Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine
Never rapin’ women, keep it on some player time
Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack
Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at?
Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing
Now I’m into sports, I think I really need a team

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga

[Verse 2]
I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin’ with these seizures
Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season
Go to hell and that’s exactly where I’m going to
Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2
I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me
Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me
Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni
Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on ’em
Feel the military for artists when they wanna’ beef
I’m the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D
Fuck ’em on the faucet when they in the office
Doin’ time, I set a mind for correctional officers
Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork
2000 on the seats, a hunnid G’s just for the verse
Go and get it just to give it to the inner city
20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City
Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove
Murder one, you fuckin’ other niggas murder mo’
Boobie boys, ya’ll tell me how you heard of Zoes
305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch)
So many niggas out here singin’ songs
That’s why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along
Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron

[Verse 3]
Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin’, Benny Medina, yeah, it’s J-Lo (Hola)
Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos
Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret
Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas
Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it’s destiny
Eatin’ with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree
Mink coats, it’s time to drag them bitches to the floor
All my bitches tap my name, I gotta’ feed ’em all
Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off
The biggest blow I ever felt, that’s from the biggest boss
Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it’s Crip
Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, ’cause it’s hit or miss
Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch
Now it’s Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots
In Hawaii, Zion got me livin’, fuck the Coast
For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin’, I pray it never run it’s course
Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin’ off
Ah, I catch my breath, and holler “Batter’s up”
I get the money, ’cause the stats they never mattered much
M.V.P. I’m from the league where niggas tattle much
Testify on your right hand, put ’em in a Camel Clutch
Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach
Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music)
Facts, I’m well connected in this city life
We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights
Gave me a brick until I asked him “What would twenty like?”
On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice
(I was by myself last night)

[Chorus]
I got a room that’s on the highest floor
Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough
‘Cause you won’t get a receipt, that’s when you sell your soul
Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin’ pictures you post
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
We could meet up out in Vegas
I’ma pull out the Vacheron
We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga
(Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala)
(Win, lose, draw, I swear I’d bet it all for you)
(Win, lose draw)

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[Intro]
(Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If  you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga)
If  you tell, you a fuck nigga
(How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, finna dunk, nigga
What’s  up with you? I grew up with you
Used  to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah 
(Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga)
Fuck nigga
Yeah,  yeah
(Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

[Refrain]
Grrr, pow, I’ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna fuck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could’ve seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the fuck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad ’cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon’ bust

[Verse 1]
Cartier glasses, 20/20, got a clear view
You a man, I don’t fear you
Act up, we gon’ mask up, boy, I dare you
Brody catch a body, I’ma leave you in the rearview
Could have did it to me, lil’ nigga, you were scared to
You a bluff and you not who you appear to
You’d be starstruck if you see a nigga near you
And your bitch wanna fuck, I don’t care to
Careful, if I say links, plan’s cancelled
I can have your shorty in my bed doing dance moves
Fuck that, let’s get right back to the real shit
In the field shit, niggas really used to drill shit
Mama stressed out, whole lot she gotta deal with
Swear every real nigga gon’ feel this
Smokin ‘on drugs ’cause there’s too much to deal with
SB strapped up in the field with it

[Chorus]
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you

[Verse 2]
My mama know about the pain that I never tamed
But looking back for the fame, I feel the same
I was stuck up in the streets, but I had a brain
I ain’t have no money, we was looking for a nigga chain
And shit, all I ever wanted was to have a name
Had a lot of shit to lose, not enough to gain
And that fuck nigga changed, went against the grain
Found out my homie went fed, almost went insane
Strictly business, you ain’t with it, you get parked, nigga
I don’t know you, you wasn’t with me from the start, nigga
I remember catching stains in the park, nigga
Me and Bubba tryna catch an opp after dark, nigga
My mama told me, “Wisen up, be a smart nigga”
So all my niggas on go like a kart, nigga
Smelly drive mean a bullet to your heart, nigga
I don’t really wanna speak facts, see the chart, nigga

[Refrain]
Grrr, pow, I’ma skip town, see my wrist drown
Everybody wanna fuck with me for benefits now
Man, I wish my nigga Smelly could’ve seen me lit now
Sit down, maybe roll up, blow a spliff down
Time go by, niggas change so much
Why the fuck these niggas looking at my chain so much?
They just mad ’cause I departed from the game so much
One false move and the gang gon’ bust

[Chorus]
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
Fuck niggas, I don’t trust niggas
If you bust triggers and you tell, you a fuck nigga
How you tell on the gang? If you mention my name
Boy, I promise I’ma kill you, better duck, nigga
What’s up with you? I grew up with you
Used to fuck with you, now I’m wishing that a bus hit you
I used to fuck with you, and now I’m wishing that a bus hit you

[Outro]
Blood today
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh