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Nije to starost ni epizoda
sve sto mi treba
sada je da budem sam
i burbon i soda da se opravdam

A ostavila si svoj upaljac
par nekih slika, neka me lazu
na mom telu zig
i na dusi tetovazu

Ceka me taxi, sta to menja sad
ceka me taxi, zaspao je grad
ceka me taxi, nemam neki plan
nije mi vazno, nisam besmrtan

[Ref.]
Sve je to ista igranka
princeza ili bitanga
sta li si, zasto mi jos
protices kroz vene

Sve je to ista igranka
princeza ili bitanga
koga si prevarila nocas
osim mene

A kisa pada kao kroz levak
oprostio bih tebi ja i vise
na svitan djurdjevak
da mi zamirises

A ostavila si svoj upaljac
par nekih slika, neka me lazu
na mom telu zig
i na dusi tetovazu

Ceka me taxi, sta to menja sad
ceka me taxi, zaspao je grad
ceka me taxi, nemam neki plan
nije mi vazno, nisam besmrtan

[Ref.]
Sve je to ista igranka
princeza ili bitanga
sta li si, zasto mi jos
protices kroz vene

[Intro]
RBE, SOB that’s the gang bitch

[Verse 1: Slimmy B]
MCM backpack, lil nigga back back
Fuck where the ass at, bitch where that cash at?
Loud when we smokin’, lil dope we don’t match that
Any sucka nigga slidin’ through we can clap that
House like we runnin’ through that bitch like it’s FasTrak
Remember all them days I was broke, but I’m past that
Get the job done when I’m bustin’ I don’t back track
Hit the block with them chops out like it’s Baghdad
Shooter like Mad Max, leave a nigga stretched out
All headshots, dumb nigga put that vest down
Beat the pussy up like a young nigga fresh out
Thuggin’ with them techs out, I bring the jets out
Niggas ups on a kid, I’ll bust a nigga head
These 7.62’s knockin’ off a nigga’s dreads
Money on my mind, all I think about is bread
And tell yo’ bitch get off my dick, she keeps tryna give me head
A bunch of young niggas sick wid it like 40
350 Yeezy boost, nigga these ain’t Roshe’s
On my bag flow, I’m tryna bust down a Rollie
My son mom everything, I treat her like a trophy
Pour two fours of that yellow, no Kobe
Got OGs that’ll still shoot like Ginobili
A band for my coat like I live where the snow be
And bitch I’m from the Crest where shit gets funky, nigga

[Pre-Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I gotta keep a ratchet, bad bitch
Work two jobs and gets taxes
Bought a new Glock, hold 30 like a plasma
All she want is two things backshots and a backrub
And oh I, oh I
I’m that nigga that will do that
You know I can’t lie
Love the way that you move that
You know I, know I get that check and run through that
Got one clip, two clips
Niggas know I keep two straps

[Hook: Yhung T.O.]
And that’s why I’m so anti anti
Can’t trust these bitches no can I, can I, oh
And I, and I always keep some shooters on standby, standby, no

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
You fuckin’ with a savage
Still remember days I ain’t have shit
Everything designer, I don’t match it
A band and ten cents for these shoes if you tax it
You ain’t fuckin’ with a boss nigga
Don’t touch, don’t ask how much these cost nigga
Just know I, know I got tints so dark can’t see no eyes, both eyes

[Hook: Yhung To]
And that’s why I’m so anti anti
Can’t trust these bitches no cannot cannot, oh
And I, and I always keep some shooters on standby, standby

[Verse 1]
Woo!
We on a wave, that luxury flow
And I don’t watch what I say, but I say what I know
Don’t wait on me, it’s too late for me
I walk with that step, Cali air what I breathe
And I’ve been drinkin’ all night, so please excuse me
If I say what I mean, blame it on the Hennessy
Can’t stop, won’t stop, baby

[Chorus]
It’s too late, for me
I partied too strong, now, baby, I’m gone
It’s too late, for me
I partied too strong, now, baby, I’m gone
It’s too late

[Verse 2]
Designer on me, I’m covered in that Gucci
Is that tension in the air? Or, baby, is that just me?
Too strong, I’m gone, yeah
Let me switch this flow up real quick
Go-getter, V for Vendetta
Whatever, I just do better
Trendsetter, search for the cheddar
No pressure, float like a feather
Smooth dude, big moves
Big trees, like Snooooop
Now I’m back
Let me bring it back to the track, oh, yeah
Can’t stop, won’t stop, yeah

[Chorus]
It’s too late, for me
I partied too strong, now, baby, I’m gone
It’s too late, for me
I partied too strong, now, baby, I’m gone
It’s too late

[Intro]
Yeah
Rest in peace to all the kids that lost their lives in the Parkland shooting
This song is dedicated to you

[Verse]
Okay, she keep cryin’, she keep cryin’, every single night
Day and night, on my mind, please don’t kill the vibe
Oh no, I swear to god, I be in my mind
Swear I wouldn’t die, yeah, we ain’t gonna-
Said I wouldn’t die, yeah
No, I’m not alright, yeah
I might start a riot
I’m so fucking tired
So, so, what you say?
Feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ great
Tired of the fucking hate
Stackin’ cheese all on my plate

[Outro]
So outside my misery
I think I’ll find
A way of envisioning a better life
For the rest of us
The rest of us
There’s hope for the rest of us
The rest of us

[Intro: Macklemore]
I know you moved onto someone new
Hope life is beautiful
You were the light for me to find my truth
I just wanna say, thank you

[Verse 1: Dan Caplen]
Leaving to find my soul
Told her I had to go
And I know it ain’t pretty
When our hearts get broke
Too young to feel this old
Watching us both turn cold
Oh, I know it ain’t pretty
When two hearts get broke
Yeah, I know it ain’t pretty
When two hearts get broke

[Chorus: Jess Glynne]
I hope someday
We’ll sit down together
And laugh with each other
About these days, these days
All our troubles
We’ll lay to rest
And we’ll wish we could come back to these days
These days
These days, these days
These days, these days

[Verse 2: Dan Caplen & Jess Glynne]
Three years of ups and downs
Nothing to show for it now
And I know it ain’t pretty when the fire burns out
Calling me when I’m drunk remind me of what I’ve done
And I know it ain’t pretty when you’re trying to move on, yeah

[Chorus: Jess Glynne & Dan Caplen]
I hope someday
We’ll sit down together
And laugh with each other
About these days, these days
All our troubles
We’ll lay to rest
And we’ll wish we could come back to these days, these days

[Post-Chorus: Jess Glynne & Dan Caplen]
Oh I know, I know
Oh I know, I know
Oh I know, I know
These days, these days
Oh I know, I know
Oh I know, I know
Oh I know, I know
To these days, these days

[Verse 3: Macklemore]
Cigarettes in the ash tray
Reminiscing on those past days
I thought you didn’t know my last name
But that changed
And I travelled around the world
Think where you living at now?
I heard you moved to Austin
Got an apartment and settled down
And every once in a while
I start texting
Write a paragraph
But then I delete the message
Think ’bout you like a past time
I could cry you a river
Get you baptised or
I wasn’t ready to act right
Used to always think I’d get you back, right
They say that things fall apart
We were gonna move to Brooklyn
You were gonna study Art
Love is just a tool
To remind who we are
And that we are not alone
And we’re walking in the dark

[Chorus: Jess Glynne & Dan Caplen]
I hope someday
We’ll sit down together
And laugh with each other
About these days, these days
All our troubles
We’ll lay to rest
And we’ll wish we could come back to these days, these days
We’ll wish we could come back to these days, these days