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[Intro: Johnny Venus]
Doo-doo-doo-doo
I pray for all my niggas, and niggettes
And non-niggas, and non-niggettes

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Things change, people change
Love grows, come and go
Sometimes I get overwhelmed
I’m in, in over my head
Put my life online for sale
Put that wish up on a star
Put that money on myself
Sometimes I’m just by myself
Whole future, yes, I am
A livin’ god, yes, I am
What my grandma dreamed of, what these bitches cream for
What the city screamed for, what the city screamed for

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Let’s go to the lake
Let’s jump in it naked
We can escape
We can leave this place
They took Nip, took X
Just a hatin’ ass nigga, hope that I ain’t next
But if it pleases God, I hope the shooter aim best (Right here)
Then I fly to better lands and Neverland like Sandra Bland
(Earth to Olu)
No, I ain’t comin’ back
I think I hit the joint too hard, plus I’m tired of all this trash
And shawty just text back
Told me, “Baby, just relax, I’m gon’ be there in a minute
We’ll make love and make it last”
Plus the bottle’s on ice and the baby’s mighty fine
And the weed in the sky, shit
And tonight gon’ be alright, ’cause

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
3 a.m. the only time that I can hear myself think
Why is every waking moment feeling more like a dream?
Busted Reeboks, ashy nigga off on Camden Road
Walkin’ proof of what can happen when you say what you mean
Just ’cause niggas cop your jersey don’t mean they on your team
As you grow, decide who worthy of the presence you keep
I learned it early
Rick James, Charlie Murphy, I’m a product of the chitlin circuit
I’m a product of the need to purchase
Drop bars like I’m losing service
Roll my R’s when I feel exotic
Hit the blunt like a damn pinãta, ayy caramba
I was a beast, now I’m the jungle
Now I’m the wind, now I’m the rain, the climate change
I crack a joke to hide the pain, it doesn’t work
We scratch the surface, we tip the bird
Don’t give a fuck, we not concerned, it could be worse

[Refrain: Johnny Venus]
Let’s go to the lake
Let’s jump in it naked
We can escape
We can leave this place

[Chorus: Johnny Venus and Mereba]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 4: Doctur Dot]
Once upon a time in the motherfuckin’ West
I woke up to the stress and the titties on my chest
Twenty racks and the hundred dollar bills in the bag
God, if they come a-knockin’, they gon’ have to take me dead
Fuckin’ right, come on over to this side if you ain’t scared
If you ain’t ’bout it, get the fuck back over there
What if I told you what I could show you, pick a pill, blue or red
It don’t matter your selection, they both comin’ out your check
Motherfucker, yeah, you next

[Verse 5: Johnny Venus]
I ride, won’t never fall
I rise, the mornin’ star
I’m fly, I’m gon’ get far
On stage I give you chills
For the flesh I give you light
These words gon’ give you light
I’m death around the corner
Barrels at your door
Doctors, paid disguise
No, I won’t be denied
We was comin’ out of pocket, open mic and crucial rockers
Scoop them balls up on the nuts, I dump that dick off in her chakra
‘Nother lap around the planet, y’all been followin’ the saga
Turn the karma into commas, pray to God he ain’t forgot us

[Chorus: Johnny Venus and Mereba]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

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[Intro]
Hollywood’s bleeding, vampires feedin’
Darkness turns to dust
Everyone’s gone, but no one’s leavin’
Nobody left but us
Tryna chase a feelin’, but we’ll never feel it
Ridin’ on the last train home
Dyin’ in our sleep, we’re livin’ out a dream
We only make it out alone

[Chorus]
I just keep on hopin’ that you call me
You say you wanna see me, but you can’t right now
You never took the time to get to know me
Was scared of losin’ somethin’ that we never found
We’re running out of reasons, but we can’t let go
Yeah, Hollywood is bleeding, but we call it home

[Verse]
Outside, the winter sky turnin’ grey
City up in smoke, it’s only ash when it rains
Howl at the moon and go to sleep in the day
Love for everybody ’til the drugs fade away
In the mornin’, blocking out the sun with the shades
She gotta check her pulse and tell herself that she okay
It seem like dying young is an honor
But who’d be at my funeral? I wonder
I go out, and all they eyes on me
I show out, do you like what you see?
And now they closin’ in on me
Let ’em sharpen all they teeth
This is more than I can handle
Blood in my Lambo’
Wish I could go, oh, I’m losin’ ho-ope
I light a candle, some Palo Santo
For all these demons, wish I could just go on

[Chorus]
I just keep on hopin’ that you call me
You say you wanna see me, but you can’t right now
You never took the time to get to know me
Was scared of losin’ somethin’ that we never found
We’re running out of reasons, but we can’t let go
Yeah, Hollywood is bleeding, but we call it home

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[Chorus: Post Malone]
Used to have friends now I got enemies (Ooh)
Used to keep ’em close, now they dead to me (Damn)
Used to have friends now I got enemies (Ooh)
Enemies, yeah it’s so sad

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They said I would never get this far, ah, ah
Think that we don’t see who you are, are, are?
Laughin’ to the bank like ha, ha, ha
Guess that I’m just talkin’ too much blah, blah, blah (Shut the fuck up)
So, where did y’all go? (Ooh)
When I was shit broke couldn’t even buy smokes
Now your mama needs tickets to my stadium show (Stadium show)
She love it when she hear me on the radio, oh
I know it’s hard
To swallow your pride
Sorry that you can’t get over me (Over me)
Now you’re out my life, I’m so relieved, I

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Used to have friends now I got enemies (Damn)
Used to keep ’em close now they dead to me (Ooh)
Money tend to show all they tendencies (Damn)
Enemies, yeah it’s so sad

[Post-Chorus: Post Malone]
Sometimes, every time, they let me down
Sometimes, every time, they let me down
Used to have friends now I got enemies
Enemies, yeah it’s so sad

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Close to my enemies (Let’s go)
I need better energy (Huh?)
When I told you fuck you, you thought I was playin’, huh?
(Yeah, yeah) But I meant the shit literally
She want to vibe but I told her fuck that (Nope)
She looking at me like she surprised
They’re packin’ the post and I’m home alone
When the box hit the door, they go for 35
I try to put on for my partners, they turn into enemies right before a nigga eye
You reach for a shake, I’ma hold out a fist
Giving a nigga a quarter pound without the fries
I just went double platinum with no features
Just to show a nigga, I don’t really need him
Pass a man a plate and he can make it shake
It’s guaranteed he’ll fold and bite the hand that feed him
And I know you think that I ain’t see it
And I know you bitch ain’t got a car
Don’t make me go and buy a bitch a lil’ Prius
Fuck on the camera, we can call it even
Friends are like the autumn, every year they leavin’
And I’ma rake ’em in a pile, throw ’em in a bag
Tie them bitches up and leave ’em
‘Cause most of these niggas are deceiving
And I

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Used to have friends now I got enemies (Damn)
Used to keep ’em close now they dead to me (Ooh)
Money tend to show all they tendencies (Damn)
Enemies, yeah it’s so sad

[Post-Chorus: Post Malone]
Sometimes, every time, they let me down
Sometimes, every time, they let me down
Used to have friends now I got enemies
Enemies, yeah it’s so sad

[Bridge: Post Malone]
It’s too late to turn this shit around (It’s too late)
Only held me down when you wanted me to drown
It’s too late to turn this shit around (It’s too late)
So don’t try and tell me that you’re happy for me now

[Chorus: Post Malone]
Used to have friends now I got enemies
Used to keep ’em close now they dead to me (Dead to me)
Money tend to show all they tendencies (Tendencies)
Enemies, yeah it’s so sad

[Post-Chorus: Post Malone]
Sometimes, every time, they let me down
Sometimes, every time, they let me down
Used to have friends now I got enemies
Enemies, yeah it’s so sad

[Outro: Post Malone]
Ooh, it’s too late
It’s too late

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[Verse 1]
Wasted on Sunday
Erase you on Monday
Allergic, allergic
Gave in by Friday
Went straight back to sideways
Allergic, allergic

[Pre-Chorus]
I took your pills and your drugs just to feel something else
‘Cause I can’t feel you no more

[Chorus]
So sad, but true
You’re friends with all my demons
The only one that sees them
Too bad for you
So sad, but true
Gave a hundred million reasons
But why can’t you believe them?
Too bad for you

[Verse 2]
Yeah, we fight and we fuck until we open the cuts
And now we’re soberin’ up but never sober enough
Allergic, allergic
Instead of holdin’ me down you’re only holding me up
It shouldn’t be so hard, this is impossible love
Allergic, allergic

[Pre-Chorus]
I took your pills and your drugs just to feel something else
‘Cause I can’t feel you no more

[Chorus]
So sad, but true
You’re friends with all my demons
The only one that sees them
Too bad for you
So sad, but true
Gave a hundred million reasons
But why can’t you believe them?
Too bad for you

[Outro]
So sad, but true
Gave a hundred million reasons
But why can’t you believe them?
Too bad for you

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[Intro]
CashMoneyAP

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Everybody showin’ out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say ”It’s gettin’ late” but we see time different
I ain’t puttin’ no stones in my Patek
Tryna show you different kinda flex
Damn, I think I need lil’ shawty sex
We gon’ keep it goin’, night ’til the morning

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
Yeah, that’s a flex (That’s a flex)
Papi got them flockin’ out the nest (Brrr)
You can tell the vibe from how I dress
Most these niggas copies in the flesh (God damn, ay)
Hundred shots like Dolph
Quarter pound on deck
Break bread wit’ my dawg
Told the nigga “You next”
I flooded the Rollie but not the Patek
Heard you been running your mouth
Watch how I run up a check (Check)
Took my baby shoppin’, I might do a lill’ too
Gave her a stack of hundreds and said, “Do what you do”
We started from the bottom, now she grew, grew, grew
Finally caught my groove, forever this the move

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Everybody showin’ out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say “It’s gettin’ late” but we see time different
I ain’t puttin’ no stones in my Patek
Tryna show you different kinda flex
Damn, I think I need lil’ shawty sex
We gon’ keep it goin’, night ’til the morning

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
Yeah
I need hunnids on top of hunnids, ahh, yeah
I can tell they really don’t love me, ahh, yeah
I ran my bag up, now she love it, ahh, yeah
These niggas mad, ain’t gettin’ no money, ahh, yeah (Sad)
They lookin’ sad while I laugh to the bank
[?] I make her faint
I got [?] like we came in the tank (For real)
I stay down up in this game
‘Bout to see real niggas go insane
I can tell they don’t feel my pain
I get the cash in a whole ‘nother lane
I got the money [?] the fame
Might cop the foreign and blow out the brain
[?]
Baby so different, I’m feelin’ insane
I might just Plain Jane that Patek
When I touch, she gon’ get wet
When I leave, she get upset
When I get back, she know what’s next
Ain’t no flex

[Chorus: Kid Ink]
Everybody showin’ out in my section (Hey)
All these bitches tryna get our attention (They do)
One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait)
You say “It’s gettin’ late” but we see time different
I ain’t puttin’ no stones in my Patek
Tryna show you different kinda flex
Damn, I think I need lil’ shawty sex
We gon’ keep it goin’, night ’til the morning