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[Hook: Catero]
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
The same old thing

[Verse 1: Termanology]
You wake up feeling dope sick
From all the liquor and the coke sniff
Your hangover is ferocious
Bags under your shit like a boat trip
Staring in the mirror lost
Malnutrition since they cut the umbilical cord
Definition of a screw-up
When you was young, daddy used to beat you up
So now you got an excuse
Crush a couple pills up that you could toss in your juice
Family hates you. Nobody talking to you
Only thing they wish for you is a coffin for you
‘Cause you missed your grandma’s funeral
Cocaine residue on your cuticle
In high school you had a cutie too
Damn, what the fuck happened to you?

[Hook]
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
The same old thing

[Verse 2: Slaine]
I know how it feel to wake up with your heart skipping
Couple pills stop the shakes ‘fore you start sipping
Wifey with the mouth smart, bitching in the dark kitchen
Kicked me out the house, start drinking. I would not listen
Hit the door with my socks, different routes of the pedico spot
See what Chico got, then I start sniffing
He got a bitch, high as hell who like to speak a lot
She’s fly as well, so we feed her blow, that’s how we keep a lot
Lose a few hours there then buy a little more
‘Till I meet Mariah who’s a flyer little whore
The more that she got wired, her attires on the floor
She’d get a little higher and she’d lie a little more
Days I lost before I came too
I miss a studio. I even miss my plane too
But fuck rapping I’m through
In the mirror staring back, “What the fuck happened to you?”

[Hook: Catero]
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
The same old thing
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
The same old thing
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
The same old thing
Just another day ‘bout to live my life
The same old thing
Yeah

[Intro]
Natra
Yuh, fuck out my mind, bottle, ayy
Six on me, six, ayy, gold on me, hey
Bottle

[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, huh
Yet I climb, huh, and I get high
I can’t control, this mind of mine
Yet I climb, while I get high

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, I tell ’em one hunnid, ’cause I’m one hunnid
And her nigga runnin’, when I’m in her tummy
Ayy-ayy, these niggas so ass, I bought them a seat cushion
Niggas so sad, tryna be the shit like poopy pushin’
Said these niggas cats, like they Chinese food
They don’t want beef, likin’ Tofu
Got my balls in the right spot, like Kill Bill, dawg
I’m not Nate Dogg, but got a whole soul, huh
Uh, so tell them niggas three hunna, ’cause my age is three hunna
Roman Gucci toga, cost me ’bout six baby strollers
Ayy, she wanna tell me somethin’ special
Just like she a fortune cookie, or wet like loogie
When she be droppin’ that neck
I just humina, humina, humina, okay, ayy
Just like I was a lil’ flower seed
You was a Sun to me, I take your energy
Drop-top like Kennedy, heard what I said to these people
Speak with them bees, like I’m spendin’ on Louie tees

[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, I
Yet I climb, and I get high (it’s a mothafuckin’ celebration)
I can’t control, this mind of mine (you can’t stop me, wooh!)
Yet I climb, while I get high

[MC Eiht]
Blue Stamp
Brenk we gon’ get ’em on this one
Let’s get ’em LOC

[Verse 1 : MC Eiht]
I’m one hundred from the hood point of view (geah)
West-west y’all my hood niggas stay true (west)
My jeans still sag, the color still blue
Hood shit, nigga spit geah, only a few
That’s what it do LOC, I don’t flip
Gang shit for the grip compton on [?]
And it’s so necessary I don’t follow the speech
My motto be the hollow point slug for each
Fuck the radio, ban me, they can’t stand me
Never winnin’ a grammy, still gon’ [?]
Bitch give a fuck about swag
I’m a real D boy check the duffel bag
Compton till I die, or somebody kill
The hood got me back like that for real
Nigga chill got it back on lock
That real deal heavy weight flood the bock (geah)

[Hook : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Got that! Geah! Hold up

[Verse 2 : MC Eiht]
History a violence
Move silence
Compton keep it bang, here’s your daily guidance uh-huh uh-huh
Nigga I be the truth
Every line is mines I spit in the booth
Tryna make that shit that make you feel good
Never commercial, Eiht real hood
Who would? Nobody but your nigga
Rep to get dough just like he should (geah)
Eiht never change programs
Dance records, muthafucka slow jams
For the bitches that smoke and love real Gs
Nappy ass head niggas with tatts like hes (g-geah)
Please believe, yes indeed
Eiht keep it straight till our minds off greed (yes)
Geah give ’em what they need
Real dead, watch suckers mislead

[Hook : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Got that! Leave it to your nigga to bring the streets back and uh
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
Got that!
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
Got that!
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Got that!

[Verse 3 : MC Eiht]
Geah, it’s hood shit when the streets start yellin’
That west coast dope, muthafuckas keep sellin’
Anybody tellin’, keep spreadin’ word
Authentic to the ear, so pure you heard
Everything is bomb
When the real gon’ drop so these niggas gon’ [?]
Stop in the name of the streets
These niggas tryna serve y’all backin’ soda [?]
Tryna [?] top when their shit don’t pop
In the land of the lost, scream hell is hot
One shot make me kill niggas chance
Indeed take a chance be the circumstance
Eiht got the flava of the year
Gangsta ’round here with my nigga Premier
Steer clear for the weapon’s test
Enemy to your hood so they make an arrest

[Hook + Outro : DJ Premier & MC Eiht]
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
I got that!
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
I got that!
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht? (geah)
I got that! (g-g-g-geah, I bring it back and uh)
You’re reppin’ the hood, Eiht?
I got that!
You’re smokin’ that good, Eiht?
I got that! (g-g-geah)
You’re reppin’ the west, Eiht?
Blue Stamp official
Year Round muthafuckas
Geah!
Brenk Sinatra on the beat (got that)
[?] wanna hear this shit right here?
Real Compton authentic!
Leave it to your nigga to bring it back
More than your average
More than your ordinary (got that)
Compton official
Most wanted nigga! (got that)
Geah!

[Verse 1: Adam Levine]
Say say say, hey hey now baby
Oh my my, don’t play now baby
Say say say, hey hey now baby
So let’s get one thing straight now baby
Tell me tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
I bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?
You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
Been wishin’ for you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

[Hook: Adam Levine]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)

[Verse 2: SZA]
Say say say, hey hey now baby
You gon’ make me hit you with that lay down, baby (oh)
Say say say, hey hey now baby
You know what I need, you don’t have to cave, now baby

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
Tell me, tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
I bet the house on you, am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?
You gotta tell me if you love me or not, love me or not, love me or not
Been wishin’ for you am I lucky or not, lucky or not, lucky or not?

[Hook: Adam Levine]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
What lovers do
What lovers do
What lovers do

[Bridge: Adam Levine & SZA]
Are we too grown for games?
Are we too grown to play around?
Young enough to chase
But old enough to know better
Are we too grown for changin’?
Are we too grown to mess around?
Oh and I can’t wait forever baby
Both of us should know better

{Hook: Adam Levine & SZA]
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)
Ooooh, oooh
Been wishin’ for you
Ooh, ooh
Try to do what lovers do (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Nicki Minaj]
That’s true, that’s right (Uzi)
She’s sippin’ Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat, but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Now you beggin’ this a doozy
But beggars cannot by choosey
Been the queen for eight summers
Just tell them to call me Suzy
This that Nicki, this that Uzi
This Hennessy got me woozy
Broke the internet in 5411’s and some Gucci
The blue ribbons eatin’ sushi
It’s that real good coochie
This that wet as Chattahoochee
Fuck all y’all like a hoochie
Givin’ them bars since the teens
I ain’t goin’ back to juvie
I am Nicki Yamaguchi
‘Cause I skate with the ice
I don’t say what’s the price
Lookin’ like it’s a heist
I been winnin’ all my life
On a roll, it’s a dice
Since that Itty Bitty Piggy
Rep my city like comittees
If you fucked it up with Nicki
You feel pretty fuckin’ shitty (uh)
Anyway, I’m stoppin’ bags like the TSA
Listen up you little bitches, it’s a PSA
I’m still shadin’ these niggas, yeah the DITA way
You gotta pay me flat bread, yeah the pita way

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothin’ left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only tryna show you things
Iced out heart on your neck tried to froze your ring
I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii lookin’ at the ring
She smilin’ happy, but I’m laughin’ ’cause her man’s a lame
(broke boi, broke boi, broke boi, broke boi)
Damn, that just goes to show me money don’t attract a thing (real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
Oh get over it

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes, but you’ll get over it
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it
And I know you’re sad and tired
You’ve got nothin’ left to give
You’ll find another life to live
I know that you’ll get over it

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
See I tied up my RAF you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Complement my style
She don’t want me, I’m runnin’ wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don’t want me then I’ma let her
Go over there with that broke fella
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather
My new chick I swear that she better
Want me back, never (ooh)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
That’s true, that’s right
She’s sippin’ Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I’m not a rat, but I’m all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her

[Chorus: Oh Wonder & Lil Uzi Vert]
I know it hurts sometimes, but you’ll get over it (woah)
You’ll find another life to live
I swear that you’ll get over it (you’ll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes, but you’ll get over it (no, no)
You’ll find another life to live (you will)
I know that you’ll get over it (oh)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
You’ll get over it
I know that you’ll get over it
I know it’s over
Check out my cold shoulder (nothin’ left to give)
I know its over
Cry on that hoe shoulder (you’ll get over it)

We used be
Kissin’ in the tree
Member it was just you and me
Kissin’ in the tree
Member it was you was just you and me
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
K-i-s-s-i-n-g-e-e-e-e-e-e, uh