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[Intro]
Sonic

[Chorus]
I was sleepin’ in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my nigga to a high speed chase, it’s traumatising
I remember prayin’ to God that I make it perfect timing
I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off
Cut these niggas off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
Niggas try to ride the wave, this ain’t Noah’s Arc
I’m a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start

[Verse]
I was in the poor parts, ridin’ with the blicky, blicky
I had to get my hands dirty, they got sticky, sticky
We tryna make the cornbread like it’s Jiffy, Jiffy
My bitch got rose stones round her neck like she Nefertiti
Niggasas talkin’ down on me, fuck the chatter
Realest niggas in the city, they mad at us
These niggas gon’ politic on me just to get their status up
And I never needed a nigga, all I needed was my accomplishments
He ain’t even pop the stick, lil’ nigga why you poppin’ shit?
Ballin’ like I’m Scotty Pippen, the streets, I got lock on it
Found a wave and hopped on it
Down, ain’t got no top on it
It feel good when you poppin’, don’t it?
These niggas can’t be my opponents

[Chorus]
I was sleepin’ in the projects, going asleep to the sirens
Lost my nigga to a high speed chase, it’s traumatising
I remember prayin’ to God that I make it perfect timing
I got murder on my mind, cut these demons off
Cut these niggas off, cut these hoes off
If the rich man behind the door, she take her clothes off
Niggas try to ride the wave, this ain’t Noah’s Arc
I’m a self-made millionaire but I had a poor start

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With every little sip
I’m envious because
Wish I was on your lips, ooh-ooh
I’m jealous of the wind
That’s running through your hair
And all over your skin

Hey, my guess is that you want what I want
And you know what I want
Hey, it’s time to wrap it up, send them home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby

Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby

You got me in the mood
So you can’t blame me now
For trying to clear the room
Are all my manners gone?
‘Cause I can’t take my eyes
Off what you’re sitting on

Hey, my guess is that you want what I want
And you know what I want
Hey, it’s time to wrap it up, send them home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby

(Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home)
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby

(Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby)

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[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ooh)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Skrrt, yeah)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
I’m makin’ money (Yeah)
Laughin’ to the bank, ain’t nothin’ funny (Racks, racks, racks)
Ooh, pockets on Big Boi (Ooh)
Move smooth, yeah, feel like Leeroy (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ to that bread feel like a D-boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put you on your head, feel like a B-boy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, yeah, that’s a fact
Booty hang on thighs, ass fat (Wam, wam, wam, ooh)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Hello? Bitch, where you at? Huh (Where you at, bitch?)
I need, I need, I need some of that (The top, bitch)
And I’m tryna hit it from the back (From the back, bitch)
Hit it, hit it, hit it like I can’t (No more, bitch)
Money calling, who is that? (Hold up, I got racks)
Uh, racks on my line and in my pants (Goddamn)
Uh, now I gotta get more rubber bands (Get more rubber bands, damn)
Fuck this shit in my fitted, word to Cam (Get to fuckin’)
Because…

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Key Glock]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Right now)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Skrrt, bitch)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top, boy, don’t stop (Tay)
Thirty bands, it look like it’s a lot (Okay)
He want everything that I got, I’m everything she not, ayy
I pulled up and bought the lot (Bitch), what you thought? (Dumbass)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, what she workin’ for? (What she what?)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, where her Birkin though? (Where her what?)
Oh, this your shit? Ayy, you gon’ have to show me though (Money)
Yeah, you cool but what’s up with your homie, bro? (What’s up with big bro? Ah-hah)
(Money)

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ayy, ayy)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Ain’t never what)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Skrrt, Tay Money)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh, work it, work it, woah)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ top)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Phone on huh?)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)

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[Verse 1]
It’s crazy when
The thing you love the most is the detriment
Let that sink in
You can think again
When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and
You’re nothin’ but skin

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running

[Chorus]
They say I may be making a mistake
I woulda followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard (No, oh)

[Verse 2]
You look at me (Look at me)
With eyes so dark, don’t know how you even see
You push right through me (Push right through me)
It’s gettin’ real
You lock the door, you’re drunk at the steering wheel
And I can’t conceal

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I’ve been diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running

[Chorus]
They say I may be making a mistake
I woulda followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard

[Bridge]
Oh, it’s funny how
The warning signs can feel like they’re butterflies

[Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard

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[Verse 1: Papa Nihil]
We were speeding together down the dark avenues
But besides all the stardom, all we got was blues
But through all the sorrow, we’ve been riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go
We were scanning the cities, rocking to pay their dues
But besides all the glamor, all we got was bruised
But through all the sorrow, we’ve been riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go

[Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally
And I see nothing wrong with that

[Verse 2: Papa Nihil]
We were searching for reasons to play by the rules
But we quickly found out it was just for fools
Now through all the sorrow, we’ll be riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go

[Pre-Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a…

[Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Your beauty never, ever scared me, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally
And I see nothing wrong with that

[Outro: Papa Nihil]
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross) Nothing wrong with that
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross) Nothing wrong with that
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross)
(Mary on a) Mary on a cross