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Here, emotions behold
You’ve entered a Hell where the
Devil is made of gold
Please, don’t run your mouth
The questions before have no place
In this haunted house
Reveal yourself, it’s pleasure
One more time, run(?)
For good measure
In the answer you hold
Time would be better off
If our souls had been sold
Here, where the light only dies to remember
In a place where the blind truly can see
Hear my voice, dearly departed
I beg on my knees
It’s been my pleasure to serve your disease
Welcome Home
Shed your skin and expose your bones
Take my hand, and follow us into the black
So far that we can’t get back
Here, dig me a grave
And toss in the lives that you can’t be bothered to save
With their blood on your hands
You enjoy the sun
While you shit in the purest sand
Kiss your lover with that filthy mouth
You fucking monster!
Here, as evil now gropes
He’s caught us off guard
With its hands reaching for our throats
Here, where the light only dies to remember
In a place where the blind truly can see
Hear my voice, dearly departed
I beg on my knees
It’s been my pleasure to serve your disease
Welcome Home
Shed your skin and expose your bones
Take my hand, and follow us into the black
So far that we can’t get back
There’s no telling when the truth is clear
Pay it no mind
Lines were drawn for us
For our sides
In the after-glow, echoes of time unfold
Give me your word my dear, and promise you won’t let go
It’s a shame I fear, for men to star
We walk their lines, born to play the fucking part
Shame I fear, for men to star
We walk their lines, born to play the fucking part
I fear we got all we had wanted
Close your eyes and believe
It didn’t happen!
Now shut your mouth,beyond your lies
The world knows to stay away from you
And the blood you let run
They march as you lead
We laugh in the sun, maybe that’s all we need?
I-
I-
And I’m sorry, you can’t escape
Here, where the light only dies to remember
In a place where the blind truly can see
Hear my voice, dearly departed
I beg on my knees
It’s been my pleasure to serve your disease
Welcome Home
Shed your skin and expose your bones
Take my hand, and follow us into the black
So far that we can’t get back
Welcome Home X2

(feat. G-Eazy, Sfera Ebbasta, Anitta, MC Fioti, DuKi & Jeon)

[Intro: Jeon, G-Eazy, Duki, MC Fioti]
Machika, machika, machika
Yah
Gerry hahaha
Jeon (uh)
Balvin, what’s up

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Dale, mami, acelera (aye)
De Colombia pa’ Venezuela (aye)
De Medellin pa’ la nevera (huh)
Hoy vamo’ a hace’ lo que tú quiera’, yeah
I’m flying south like a falcon
I’m fresh off the jet, I pull up on J Balvin
In my [?] I’m like all of my albums
She wrist my jeans and she pull down my Calvins like “Woah”
International worldwide
Touchdown in Bogotá, have your girl slide
Put it down, she gon’ stress out
California, I come from the westside

[Pre-Coro: J Balvin]
Estoy muy borracho y no puedo más (no, no)
Y no puedo más
Estoy muy borracho y no puedo más (uh)
Y no puedo más

[Coro: Jeon, J Balvin]
Machika, machika (coy e coy)
Machika, machika (batata)
Machika, machika (cara ta)
Machika, machika (batata)
Machika, machika, machika, machika
Machika, machika, machika, machika, machika

[Verso 2: Anitta, J Balvin]
Caliente hasta en la nevera (ey)
En la cima sin escalera (woo)
La sensación de la favela (favela)
Salió a romper frontera’ (yeah)
Las mujeres como yo que no se quitan (ey)
Que de lejos se identifican (woo-woo)
Siempre están cuando las solicitan (woo)
Achica que yo soy tu chica (woo)

[Verso 3: G-Eazy, MC Fioti]
Yeah, Anitta, your body’s amazing
I’m out in Colombia, just for vacation
She don’t know me, she just know that I’m famous (hahaha)
Bendito Dìos mío, got me speaking Spanish
Aye-Aye, pa’ festa que nunca termina
Aye, [?]
Aye, [?]
[?]

[Verso 4: J Balvin, MC Fioti]
Vamo’, vamo’, va’ a romper (ey)
No tenemos tiempo a perder (ey)
[?] motel
Más mala que Anabelle
[?]
Te deja marca’o como el Zorro
[?]
Todo me lo gasto, no ahorro (woh)

[Verso 5: Duki]
Soy la prueba en vida del futuro (oh-oh)
Lo que le llaman ser el uno (uno-uno)
Machika, machika y humo (-mo)
Pico enrolo, prendo y fumo (-mo)
Como Anitta yo vengo del down town (town)
Las mujeres del centro me encantan (me encantan)
Italianas amigas de Ebbasta
Cash invierten bien, nunca se gasta’ (na’, na’, na’)
Tu vinito, mami, dale nata
Si acelera yo caigo en la trampa
Pide guerra, no hay fan de la blanca
Ella quiere vivir con un rockstar (-a, -a)

[Pre-Coro: J Balvin]
Estoy muy borracho y no puedo más (no, no)
Y no puedo más
Estoy muy borracho y no puedo más (uh)
Y no puedo más

[Coro: Jeon, J Balvin, Duki]
Machika, machika (coy e coy)
Machika, machika (batata)
Machika, machika (cara ta), machika
Machika, machika, machika
Machika, machika, machika, machika
Machika, machika, machika, machika, machika (machika, machika)

[Verso 6: Sfera Ebbasta]
Machika, machika
Dai sali in macchina, mmh (skrt, skrt)
Ho una cosa per te
Stanza d’hotel, così facciamo pratica, mmh (skrt, skrt)
Oh no
Machika, machika, magicabula, uuh
Brindiamo al chiaro di luna, uuh
Però poi è chiaro che ci salutiamo
Perché Sfera Ebbasta non è di nessuna (huh)
Sale il tuo tipo, tu inventa una scusa, baby, eh
Digli non è come sembra
Stiamo fumando dentro la jacuzzi, senti, eh
Senti che puzza di erba, eh

[Pre-Coro: J Balvin and Sfera Ebbasta]
Estoy muy borracho y no puedo más (no, no)
Y no puedo más
Sono ubriaco, ora che si fa?
Ora che si fa?

[Coro: Jeon, J Balvin]
Machika, machika (coy e coy)
Machika, machika (batata)
Machika, machika (cara ta)
Machika, machika (batata)
Machika, machika, machika, machika
Machika, machika, machika, machika, machika

[Verso 7: Jeon]
Dale lento, el golpe avisa (wooh)
Mí no conoce Julissa (ah)
Vengo con la buena vibra (eeeh)
Con J Balvin, con Anitta (huh)
Machika, machika, machika (machika)
Turbo, nitro en la máquina (máquina)
‘Tamo’ en vivo, mami, ya tu sa- (auh)
Qué hubo, dale, vamo’ a machuca’

[Puente: J Balvin]
Representa tu bandera
Mi música es nueva era
A mí me dan play donde sea
Machuca que estás que te quemas

[Pre-Coro: J Balvinm Anitta]
Estoy muy borracha y no puedo más
Y no puedo más
Estoy muy borracho y no puedo más
Y no puedo más

[Coro: Jeon, J Balvin, Duki]
Machika, machika (coy e coy)
Machika, machika (batata)
Machika, machika (cara ta)
Machika, machika (batata)
Machika, machika, machika, machika
Machika, machika, machika, machika, machika

[Intro]
Don’t you misfire
Fill me up with the desire
To carry on

[Verse 1]
Don’t you know honey, that love’s a game
It’s always hit or miss, so take your aim
Got to hold on tight, shoot me out of sight

[Chorus]
Don’t you misfire
Fill me up with the desire
To carry on
Don’t you misfire
Fill me up with the desire
To carry on

[Verse 2]
Your gun is loaded, and pointing my way
There’s only one bullet, so don’t delay
Got to time it right, fire me through the night

[Outro]
Come on, take a shot
Fire me higher
Don’t you miss this time
Please don’t misfire, misfire

Sometimes I think he’s undressing me with his eyes
Visually caressing me all over
Please just take me boy cuz I’m all yours
Anywhere do me on the sofa or your wheelie chair
On the photocopying machine
You can have me any way you please

I can’t take my eyes off you, boy
I’m so hypnotized, you got me

Falling
Falling over myself
Like I’m under a spell
Oh, Daniel, I can’t go on like this much longer
Take my clothes off
Bend me over your desk
I’ll be sure to impress
Oh, Daniel, these feelings will only get stronger

I can’t take my eyes off you, boy
I’m so hypnotized, you got me

Falling
Falling over myself
Like I’m under a spell
Oh, Daniel, I can’t go on like this much longer
Take my clothes off
Bend me over your desk
I’ll be sure to impress
Oh, Daniel, these feelings will only get stronger

Bridget, you better learn to play the game
What will it take for you to see their all the same?
Oh yeah, you better come prepared
You’ll never get anywhere
You’ll never get anywhere

[Intro]
S.O.D (420)

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Soulja)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Scream)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand (Izzo)
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 1]
Pop one, pop two, I’m outta here I’m outta here
S.O.D crew, we outta here we outta here
Money out the roof, the Maserati coupe
Got me flexin’ down the highway
Everybody know I got the Phantom in the driveway
Double cue 30 ice ain’t nun but that motherfuckin’ sprite in my double cup
Everywhere I go I’m throwin’ money, yeah
Juice Mixtape got the streets on fire
I’ma keep sending shots till these old niggas retire, Lil Dre

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 2]
Yeah you already know
Tony on that kickstand
Tryna find out how much sweet a nigga will stand
Bitch, you know I got that money sorta like Uncle Sam
Might as well get high, pop a couple Rozan
Say you wanna smoke, I have that kush rolled in right instant
And you already know that’s a old fragrance
Yellow diamonds have all these bitches staring
Yeah I’m so first they think the nigga is arrogant
These flashy flashy waves, man that shit is apparent

[Chorus]
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand
Kickstand, kickstand
All my niggas in the club on that kickstand, kickstand

[Verse 3]
You niggas thought it was over but I’m not finished
Fall in the club bitch fuckin’ up a ticket
Blowin’ on dat loud pat, we don’t smoke no midgets
Drop top Maserati and yo bitch is in it
And the window tinted and I’m sippin’ kickstand
Never gave a fuck ‘cuz I’m throwin’ big bands
Me and Tony yo that’s that simp set connect
Got that YGRN so you better show respect
Man you know I’m in your town fuckin’ up a check
I throw the bands in this bitch and I’ma cut that check
And when it time for the beef, bitch, I’ma grip that tec
Nigga know I’m showin off, you know I’m gon splash
Got the juice in the booth with my nigga countin’ cash
Calico Jonez, money gang fam
I can’t forget my nigga killa kam
We still throwin’ bands, the lamb between the man
I’ve been posted up so heavy on that fuckin kickstand
Dre be my name but you can call me Lil’ Soulja
Been throwin’ these racks, boy, I thought that I told ya
Back in Panolla, ride in that drop
Had the lambo doors up, man, this shit do not stop