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Below are the complete “Miss You” lyrics by Louis Tomlinson displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017. Read our relevant article “Heartbroken Louis Tomlinson Drinks 5 Pints In “Miss You” Music Video: Watch”.

Miss You lyrics

Is it my imagination?
Is it something that I’m taking?
All the smiles that I’m faking
“Everything is great
Everything is f*cking great”

Going out every weekend
Staring at the stars or the ceiling
Hollywood friends, got to see them
Such a good time
I believe it this time

Tuesday night
Glazed over eyes
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?

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We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing ‘till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I miss you

Just like that and I’m sober
I’m asking myself, “Is it over?”
Maybe I was lying when I told you
“Everything is great
Everything is f*cking great”

And all of these thoughts and the feeling
Doesn’t matter if you don’t need them
I’ve been checking my phone all evening
Such a good time
I believe it this time

Tuesday night
Glazed over eyes
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?

We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I miss you

Now I’m asking my friends if I should say “I’m sorry”
They say “Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry”
I can’t even be near the phone now
I can’t even be with you alone now

Oh how, sh*t changes
We were in love
Now, we’re strangers
When I feel it coming up I just throw that sh*t away
Get another two shots and it doesn’t matter anyway

We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on

We’re dancing on tables
Till I’m off my face
With all of my people
And it couldn’t get better they say

We’re singing till last call
And it’s all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I’ll miss you

Below are the complete “Codeine Dreaming” lyrics by Kodak Black displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017. This track is charting as #58 in the latest Billboard charts.

Codeine Dreaming lyrics

[intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Take that all the way up
I’m about to take off on these niggas
And I’m codeine dreaming
(and I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming
And I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming)

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I’m in Uranus right now, I think I’ve seen a demon
I thought I left you back there in the cell or am I dreamin’?
Say I ain’t dealing with your dawg, going a different way
I broke up with my redbone, I went the milky way
I’m ridin’ in a Wraith feeling like I’m in outer space
Stars on my sunroof, Planet of the Apes
I couldn’t wait until they released me, right back on the turf
I took off on you bustas, left you right on planet Earth
I’m feeling Jimmy Neutron, how I blast off on a verse
I know my son gon’ like this song so I ain’t finna curse
Know he gon’ wanna explore the world so I’m gon’ show him first
Say we’re just distinguished beings, baby, me and you diverse

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[Hook: Kodak Black]
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
(and I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming
And I’m codeine dreaming)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Bout to take off on you peons and go back to Mars
Bout to leave these peons behind like the Jackson 4
Tried to moonwalk on the moon and had to wax the floors
Tried to put me in a box and then I crashed the Porsche
Bout to wake up in your biatch and go back & forth
Got her trapping out the the Fiat, she be back and forth
‘Bout to put myself together, take it back apart
Got the codeine, all my brothers smell like caviar
Codeine dreaming, they come true too, that’s my spaceship, brp brp!
My milky way got pregnant, she said it’s for you hoo
FaceTime Kodak with my new new, I left you ’cause he knew you
I’m wet dreaming ’bout Actavis, 2 new cups feel like new boobs
Tunechi!

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Bout to go to Saturn, heard they got the baddest species
You can hit me on my Galaxy, you tryna reach me
I went to Mars to get some Xanax bars and to go to sleep
I’m in my Orange space shuttle flyin’ two seats
I left Future in Pluto cause that boy was too geeked
And I’m playing Sudoku all the way to Mercury
I took too much of shrooms feel like I’m on Neptune
I’m with an alien, she show me what that neck do
And I’m a metamorphosis, you just a regular dude
You need a space suit to get up on this latitude
If she ain’t foreign, then she boring I need a Zircon
You takin’ morphine, homie you a moron

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus
I’m a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie
I’m moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin’s bleeding
I’m smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I’m feeling seated
(and I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming
And I’m codeine dreaming,and I’m codeine dreaming)

Below are the complete “B.M” lyrics by Kris Wu displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017.

B.M lyrics

[Verse 1]
E.S.T 5.6
We been on it ever since
The London bridge didn’t fall on this
Cuz the sh*t we wear was too flame
Never miss designed for sure cultured
The minds of greats un-altered
Define the rights dream about skies
Paint a perfect montage on summer nights
Trenched down head to toe
Laced out high to low
Parfumed yea you know
Cosmetics for the show
Check the tape, operator
This pattern needs to co-operate
Too flex on haymaker I’m tailor made punctuate
Yea I’m tailor made Burberry made

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Verse 2]
Cameras flashing’
Lights, action
No collaboration
No elaboration
Walkway that’s always my stage
I’m the king check yo queen
Checkmate
Shades on days, yea
Askin’ my name yea
Fly as hell on nights got game, yea
Clean out, two tone, we moving’ on
Lean on, red zone, we moving’ on
No doubt, lights out, till the dawn
Night in, night out, Dom Perignon
Yea uh jump in my rolls
Yea uh check on my clothes
Yea uh cash and the o’s
Yea uh I just might buy you a rose

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[Bridge]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

[Chorus]
Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Flex on ya yay yay
I’m Burberry made
High fashion ain’t cheat
Draped down to my feet

Below are the complete “MIC Drop” lyrics by BTS displayed. These lyrics were added November 27, 2017. This track is charting as #71 in the latest Billboard charts.

MIC Drop lyrics

[Intro: Desiigner]
Git, git, brrra, git, git
Damn, son, where’d you get that from
Git, git, hey, brrra
Damn, hey, brrra
Git, git (damn, bro)

[Verse 1: Desiigner]
Playin’ that basketball, uh (git)
We playin’ that a lot, huh (git, git, git)
I’ma just get to the chicken, whip it then I flip it (git, yuh)
Then trap it all, huh (git, git, brrra, trap it all)
I gotta get to the dolla (git, git)
All them haters, back ’em off (git, git, brrra, back)
Smokin’ on gas a lot (git, gas)
Ready to wack ’em all
Huh, huh, wack ’em all (wack, wack)
Wack ’em all (brrr, brrr, wack)
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap ’em all, huh
This what I do to the haters
The choppa hit ’em, tell ’em back ’em off, huh
She like Apple Jack, huh (git, Jack)
I like apple sauce, huh, huh (brrra)
That’s a boss, huh, huh (boss, git, git)
That’s the cost, huh, huh (cost, brrra, git, git)
Why you tryna flex, in your fashion off (brrra, flex)
Chain around my neck and her, … soft (ayy)
Smokin’ on that gas, I ain’t passin’ off (git, git, smoke)
Asthma cough (asthma)
Fashion law (flexin’)
Stash it off (brrra, stash, stash)
Dash it off (dash)
Flash it off (brrra, flash)
Don’t pass it off (hey, hey)
I’ma just get to the kitchen, and trap hard, hard, hard
With all my…

[Pre-Chorus: V, Jungkook, Jimin, Jin]
Did you see my bag? (Where?)
Did you see my bag? (Where?)
It’s hella trophies and it’s hella thick (hella thick, hella thick)
What you think ’bout that? (Well)
What you think ’bout that? (Well)
I bet it got my haters hella sick (hella sick)
Come and follow me, follow me with your signs up (uh)
I’m so firin’, firin’, boy, your time’s up (uh)
Keep on and runnin’ and runnin’ until I catch up (uh)
How you dare? How you dare? How you dare? (Dare, ah)

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[Chorus: Jungkook, RM & Suga]
Another trophy, my hands carry ’em (hey)
Too many that I can’t even count ’em (turn it up now)
Mic drop, mic drop
Bal, bal josim, neone mal, maljosim

[Post-Chorus: Jimin, RM & J-Hope]
Somebody stop me, I’m ’bout to pop off (pop)
Too busy, you know my body ain’t enough (turn it up now)
Mic drop, mic drop
Bal, bal josim, neone mal, maljosim

[Verse 2: Suga, J-Hope, RM & Desiigner]
Baby, watch your mouth (mouth)
It come back around (’round)
Once upon a time (time)
We learned how to fly (fly)
Go look at your mirror (ooh)
Same damn clothes (git)
You know how I feel (ooh)
??? (turn up)
How many hours do we fly? (Ooh)
I keep on dreamin’ on the cloud (hah)
Yeah, I’m on the mountain, yeah, I’m on the bay (pop)
Everyday we vibin’, mic drop, bam

[Pre-Chorus: Jungkook, V, Jimin & Jin]
Did you see my bag? (Where?)
Did you see my bag? (Where?)
It’s hella trophies and it’s hella thick (hella thick, hella thick)
What you think ’bout that? (Well)
What you think ’bout that? (Well)
I bet it got my haters hella sick (hella sick)
Come and follow me, follow me with your signs up (uh)
I’m so firin’, firin’, boy, your time’s up (uh)
Keep on and runnin’ and runnin’ until I catch up (uh)
How you dare? How you dare? How you dare? (Dare, ah)

[Chorus: V, J-Hope & RM]
Another trophy, my hands carry ’em (hey)
Too many that I can’t even count ’em (turn it up now)
Mic drop, mic drop
Bal, bal josim, neone mal, maljosim

[Post-Chorus: Jungkook, RM & J-Hope]
Somebody stop me, I’m ’bout to pop off (pop)
Too busy, you know my body ain’t enough (turn it up now)
Mic drop, mic drop
Bal, bal josim, neone mal, maljosim

[Bridge: RM]
Haters gon’ hate
Players gon’ play
Live a life, man
Yah, good luck

[Intro: Charli XCX]
Eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-XCX Charli

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 1: CupcakKe]
When we have sex, f-fuck me like you obsessed
Servin’ you pussy for your lunch, so let me wear a hairnet (ahh)
Freaky lil’ bitch when I’m out with Charli
Yeah, we keep more eyes on us than the show iCarly (we do)
Bad bitch, make the way you can’t get over me
Yo ass a pussy, I’m above it like a ovary (bad bitch)
I’m talkin’ everyday, you gon’ wanna hit on this
So sticky, Winnie The Pooh ain’t got shit on this (nope)
Come get you a sample, lick between the camel
Pussy taste sweet ’cause I ate my pineapple (whoop)
Light a couple candles, prove you could handle
Pussy gooey like yolk before the egg scrambled (mmm)
Never trust a man who wear briefs (briefs)
‘Cause he gon’ wanna fuck and keep it brief (brief)
Call again when you need somethin’ to eat (eat)
So I could open my legs, bon appétit, let’s get it

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 2: CupcakKe]
More flavor than Flavor Flav, my pussy is very brave
Give head like a genius, you could grade it the letter A (yeah)
Been fuckin’ since yesterday, still ’bout to escalate
Do jumpin’ jacks on that dick, I don’t get tired like Kevin Gates (mmm)
Go ahead, wash your face, got it sticky like paste
Hand-cuffed, wearin’ lace, yeah, that’s how I catch a case (ahh ahh)
Want another taste, you can meet me at Chase (Chase)
Or catch me outside, I ain’t comin’ to your place
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?

[Verse 3: Brooke Candy]
Brooke Candy
All sticky down south, make it drip drop
I’m a hot shake when I strip off
[?] make you do the crip walk
Got a lip kit, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the lipgloss (uh)
CupcakKe down for the three way
Pump a video when I got it on replay
Can you make that ass go low?
Bring it right back real slow, uh
I’m licking that cake off my face
He ask me can I put my brace?
I know that you love how it tastes
So, bitch get me back that clean cut, yeah, yeah
They say I’m a slut, that’s a compliment
And stealin’ yo’ girl’s an accomplishment
Take a boy, two at a time
I’m gon’ make [?]
Yo Charli get on this shit

[Refrain: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)

[Chorus: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Outro: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
It’s Charli (Charli)
It’s Charli, baby (ahh)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, yeah
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
CupcakKe (Bad, bitch)
It’s Charli (Charli)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, baby
It’s Charli, baby
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, CupcakKe
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, it’s Charli
It’s Charli (Eh-eh-XCX)
It’s Charli, baby