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The world has shut me out
If I give everything I’ll lose everything
Everything is about me
I am the most important thing
And you really haven’t thought all those cyclical thoughts for a while?

And as it keeps going
I could never be involved
I could never really see in real time
I could never be involved
And as it keeps on going
I could avoid real time
I could ignore my busy mind
I could avoid contact with eyes
I could avoid going outside
I could avoid wasting my life
I could avoid
I could avoid 20 20 sight
I could avoid standing in line
I could avoid the 405
I could avoid coming to life
I could say anything I like
I could switch off whenever I like
I could sleep whenever I like
I could leave in the middle of the night
But I’d miss it
Don’t miss it
Don’t miss it like I did

And as it keeps going
If there’s no need for the perfect image
And nothing seems that wrong
Don’t miss it
When you know there’s better conversation waiting for you at home
And as it keeps on going
You forget whether it was the beginning or end
When you can’t believe your luck
You’re with your friend
When you get to hang out with your favourite person everyday
When the dull pain goes away
Don’t miss it
When you stop being a ghost in a shell
And everybody keeps saying you look well
Don’t miss it
Like I did
Don’t miss it
Don’t miss it like I did
Like I did

[Intro: Charles Bradley]
Changes
I’m goin’ through changes
I’m goin’ through changes
I’m goin’ through changes
I’m goin’ through changes
I’m goin’ through changes
I’m goin’ through changes
Always changin’ faces
I’m goin’ through phases
I’m goin’ through changes
Changes
I’m goin’ through changes
All those changin’ faces
I’m goin’ through phases

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
So long since I’ve seen this shit, could feel a change in me
Change, shit, could feel a change in me
So long since I’ve seen this shit, could feel a change in me

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Frank Ocean]
Love comes with a price tag and a barcode
Still love you when we part though
Blame me like its my fault
Still o-, still okay
Walk around like your heart cold
Hop around like your parkour
Still o-, still o-kay
Still o-, still o-kay
Still o-, still o-kay
Still o-, still o-kay
Still o-, still o-kay (changes)
Still o-, still o-
Look, I got a text from this girl I used to see
Sayin’ that she chose this other guy with whom she wanna be with
Look, I apologize, but this message fucked me up
Then I would skeet-skeet every girl when after applying best of luck to ya
Fast forward couple months I’m like “wassup witcha?”
‘Cause somethin’ changed I know ya feel it (feel it)
But really it’s been a lil’ minute
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the address
My neighbors hate how I be livin’ (livin’)
Mad it’s a loud rich nigga in the buildin’
Like fuck all the other tenants (runnin’)
Bought mines, boy, you rentin’ (runnin’)
Rich niggas in their feelings (runnin’)
Rich niggas in their feelings

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Bags packed, knapsack packed like I’m leavin’ home
They ain’t wanna let me go, I guess you need me more
I was on the road on tour (tour)
She just said I changed for the worst
Rain flags, rain backs, fact guess you need it more
Had to let your heart go, I guess you need it more

[Bridge 1: A$AP Rocky]
(Changes) Sweetest smile
(Phases) Upside down
(Phases) I’ll be cruel to you
(Changes) Don’t know if you love me or not

Beat Switch

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
These ain’t monkey bars, from no fuckin’ kiddy park (park, park)
Itchin’ with the chicky pox, nigga, shittin’ on ’em, need my litty box
Mink on, see the fox (that’s how you feel, nigga)
’03 Bentley Park, by the candy shop, Vicky, Vicky Fox
Time to give them what they want
Rakim and love mixed with Biggie, Pac
Weird nigga from the block
Square bitches give me box
She pussy pop to Iggy Pop
You pussy niggas really pop

[Bridge 2: A$AP Rocky]
Thanks for the light, waitin’ for the light
Change for a lifetime (what a wonderful life)
Thanks for the night, drinks for the night
Waitin’ for the right time
(What a wonderful life)
(Changed for the better changed for the worse)
So far I done been and feelin’ change, changes
So far I done been and feelin’ change, changes

Beat Switch

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
My biggest distractions is that I get distracted
People suing me for shit that didn’t happen
I wonder how the world would be if they didn’t have me (fuck)
Wake up to my explore page
See my exes engaged, or either gettin’ married
Or had a baby with some nigga
Or either three months, post-natal post, post-nup, that little nigga pappy
I wonder if they really happy or just gettin’ at me

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
So long since I’ve seen this shit, could feel a change in me
Change, shit, could feel a change in me
So long since I’ve seen this shit, could feel a change in me
So long since I’ve seen this shit, could feel a change in me
Change, shit, could feel a change in me
So long since I’ve seen this shit, could feel a change in me

[Outro: Charles Bradley]
Changes
Goin’ through changes
Goin’ through changes
Goin’ through changes

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Swingin’ by the tires leave a third degree
And I heard theres bouncin’ niggas hatin’ wanna murder me
They gon’ have to take me straight to Satan cause’ I’m blessin’ this
I fell the stress, I feel no stress
I built this trust
They won’t come murder me
Hercules

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Mama warned me pop was on me
Acid shorty (shut the fuck up)
Get get gettin’ guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty
Bounce your jaw for plottin’ on me
Hot bologna grits with
Problems copper hoppin’ on me
Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?)
Prada on me choppers on me crock on Maury kicks kicks (word)
God was for me locks was on me
Blew up ever since then (okay okay)
Grew up ever since then
Screwed up ever since then
Do-ups up ever since then
(Kill ’em Flacko)
Nah big homie
[?]
Money outta pocket homie (money outta pocket)
All these niggas pockets homie
Chopper let ’em live
I was only six when I crept up in the crip
Found it sick what I did what I did (Oh!)
Cock it homie
Now its in my pocket homie
R-Rock it homie
Dare you nigga t-try try me homie
For the love of spread
I’mma butter bread
Man I prolly should be dead
Was it ’cause of what I said?
What I

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Uzi, FN, Ruger, Draco
Euros, Pounds and Dollars, Pesos
Money, hoes and power, Draco
Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco

[Sample: Project Pat]
Now can’t a nigga see I ain’t got no time for games
I’m on this Hennessey and I’m quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck that one of my young niggas ’ill take tha charge
I’m stackin’ loot muthafuck lookin’ behind some bars

[Interlude: Hector Delgado]
Rocky Rocky
Hold on one second bro
Ha Rocky, it’s Hector bro
Rocky this is Hector bro
We gotta hold on one second bro
Theres an issue goin’ on back here

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Rambo was a cathy
And mama was a christian
My papa turned to muslim when he spent some time in prison
(no cappin’)
No Jehova’s witnesses but I’m from kinda different
They don’t leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business
These days I just practice all the good from all religion
So plead the fifth amendment or you’re gonna be the victim

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
So get up off my YKK
The president a a-hole (Fuck off)
Prayin’ for a JFK
All we got was KKK
AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart
Then it’s a-ok
Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA
AR in the ER its the state of mind of every state
Say your grace you better pray

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky & Juicy J]
Guns with the butter
Guns for my brother
Came from the gutter
Cocaine in the buttocks
Raise a box cutter
Play undercover
Paint in the hummer
Skate wit’ your mother

[Refrain: Project Pat]
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I’m gettin brizzain
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I’m gettin brizzain
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I’m gettin brizzain
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I’m gettin brizzain

[Outro]
What’s really butter?
The gun or the putter?
You hear me?
You understand what I’m sayin’?
What’s really butter?
What’s really butter?
What’s really butter?
Guns [?] get that butter

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Mo—money and the power, money and the power

[Refrain: Dean Blunt & A$AP Rocky]
(Yeah) Eyedrops, (fuckin’ with the killas) teardrops
Droptops, (fuckin’ with the killas), ice blocks
(Beat drop, I drop)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I was thinking to myself, (calldrops) maybe I should seek some help
Maybe I should blame myself
My mistake in stealth is going away
(Gone and spent the money)
Is going away, it’s going away

[Refrain: Dean Blunt]
Eye drops, teardrops
Droptops, ice blocks

[Interlude]
You used to be so soft
This is a prepaid collect call from
(Fuckin’ with the killas)
You were for (teardrops)
An inmate at Florida Correctional Institution
This call is subject to recording and monitoring
(Uh-huh, yeah I’m ready, got you on speaker)

[Verse: Kodak Black]
All the pain I went through
Turned to a singer
I put it all on my tattoos
‘Cause of where I came from
If I ain’t ever learned before
(This call is subject to recording and monitoring)
Then this will be painful
Sleeping in institutions, I lost my baby
If man ain’t never move again, then it’s gone wave me
But I’m keeping a light up on my fire, then they took my baby
I man on kind, is doing his time, but it’s for no reason
I mean the kind, that ride the pipe, something you free—something you free—something you free
(This call has dropped, to add more credits, please press 1)
(Free Kodak)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
(Yeah yeah)
Brotha man
Brotha, brotha
Gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
Brotha, understand (no)
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right
Just keep the truth
Fight the blues, fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin’
Young man, brotha man-brotha man
You gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
That’s what the poem told me
It was greater poet that you know
I’d rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I’d rather talk about naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches
[?]

[Chorus: French Montana]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Posted by the P
My old bitch yellin’ come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back
Come back, come back
Come back. come back, babe

[Verse: A$AP Rocky, Snoop Dogg & Frank Ocean]
Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed
Speed it like Grease Lightnin’, leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes
15 sellin’ china white
Cops stoppin’ if you opposite o’ white
Pop pop like you opposite o’ right
Take heat lil nigga
Lowkey take lead on a nigga
Smooth durag ’round the boulevard
Back in the days on the train
Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
Beautiful, the water’s flat like asses pre-Onika (ye-ah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker
Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three, and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin’ on these niggas, like P like U
Drip Raheem and Q
Got Hi-C, like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed, like me, like you
That’s why I got a beam with a green light too
I don’t even make a scene, I just swing right through
I’m just bangin’ on my Qs and my Ps, like soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Brotha man, young man
Let me tell you somethin’
Young man, brotha-brotha
Gotta fight for somethin’
Stand for somethin’
Brotha, understand
Gotta make the place
Take the truth (take the)
Get through
Right [?]

[Chorus: French Montana & Frank Ocean]
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Posted by the P
My old bitch yellin’ come back
Come back, come back, babe
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back)
Come back (come back), babe

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
You’re a cornstar
All you fuck is corn broads
Frenchie faux pas
‘Cause you ain’t had no pa
The dealer got catches like an outfielder
(Are you?-are you?-are you?)
Getting that God’s view from towers
Lookin’ downward like I’m Donald Trump