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[Intro]
So, this is gonna be one take!
One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
I walk, I walk, I see the light
I push, I fall, and all of my life
I search for my love, I cannot find
A love like yours, as hard as I’ve tried
Lay by my side just for the night
This isn’t love but it feels right
I must admit I cry at nights
I’m stuck on you and I don’t know why

[Chorus]
You hit me hard, then you tore my world apart
How do I move on if I don’t know where to start?
You’ve got a hold on me I’ll admit that is true
So why do I keep searching when I’m stuck on you?

[Verse 2]
I don’t know why I feel like this
At times I don’t think I can handle it
I don’t know why I feel so low
You were the one who kept me whole
You chew me up then spit me out
You stole the words right out my mouth
You fed me with “I love you”s
I don’t know why I’m stuck

[Chorus] (x3)
You hit me hard, then you tore my world apart
How do I move on if I don’t know where to start?
You’ve got a hold on me I’ll admit that is true
So why do I keep searching when I’m stuck on you?

[Verse 1]:
Evade my intellect
Feed into my introspect
Wrap your words around my brain
Driving me insane
You found the real me
Save my inner being
Switch on me like seasons
Do I need to give you a reason?

[Chorus]:
There’s millions of reasons to love you
There’s millions of reasons
Give me a reason to want you
Give me a reason
Give me a reason, give me a reason, give me a reason.(x2)

[Verse 2]:
I know you’re tired of inconsistency
Are you into me? Are you feeling me
To be honest
I’m into you, and the way that you talk is so damn cool
With your love I’m on a different high I’ve never felt before
And if your love is a drug, I’m an addict ’cause, damn, I’m fiending for more
We been talking for a minute now
Let me know where your heads at, am I in it?
You put me on your super high
I want to get lost in your paradise
*repeat chorus*

[Chorus]:
There’s millions of reasons to love you
There’s millions of reasons
Give me a reason to want you
Give me a reason
You give me a reason, give me a reason, give me a reason. (x2)

[Verse 3]:
Lucid dream. In reality
I’m just tryna feel your gravity
Always fallin in love, and I’m tired of the cycle
We don’t even need a title
You’re always on my mind
It’s funny how I’m thinking about you all the damn time
You don’t got to be mine, just be mine for the night
I don’t know what this is but it feels just right
I wanna make a move
Let me know if that sounds cool
All the things I’d do
All the things I’d do for you
[Chorus]:

[Intro]
Ready?
I can’t get this thing to stop squeaking
Laughs
Alright
Ready, Riley?
Ready
1, 2, 3, 4

[Verse 1]
I’ve been on my own for a long time, I’m feelin’ kinda lonely
Nothing’s fun when I’m the only one out here who knows me
Something’s stopping me from becoming a better person
I could try to pace myself, but I don’t think that it’s worth it

[Chorus]
What’s the point in workin’, if a wish is never certain?
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Verse 2]
I went for a walk last night, I swear it was for hours
Happiness is far from reachin’ inside of my power
My friends say that I’m changin’, changin’ like the weather
Mom says I look sick, pop says keep my head up

[Chorus]
What’s the point in workin’, if a wish is never certain?
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Verse 3]
Man, I’m thinking out loud, where I know someone will hear me
Cryin’ out for help, in search of someone near me
And I see a growin’ boy whenever I look in the mirror
Told me pain is temporary and my vision’s comin’ clearer

[Chorus]
I’m not used to workin’, a wish is never certain
I know I’ll never be… perfect

[Chorus]
No, no
I’m not used to workin’, a wish is never certain
But at least I’ll never be… perfect

(feat. GoldLink)

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Yeah, that’s right
Work them heels and you graduated college, got a job last year
Bad pretty black chick, bad with her friends, with her new man in the back of a black Benz
Got new dreams and you mean with the jeans
Watchu mean, watchu say, watchu mean what I say?
Doublin’ up your worth, whatchu want from the boy?
Runnin’ to get the ring and I told all my boys
So, pack up the aunties, pack up the nieces
Call all of your nephews, hit up my tika
Tell her that I can’t come around no mo’
When the sun don’t shine round the year no more
Northside hitter ain’t in the north no more
And I ain’t going back to being broke no more, ah
Real shit, I’mma keep with the boys
I’mma keep words soft
Fuck it homie, roll dat dope shit
Baby let me, then I grow shit
Glowed up, got me fitted like a glow stick
Uh, but that’s okay ’cause I’ma dance through the pain
No addition like a stamp through the brain

[Verse 2: Khalid]
Can you feel this energy?
This is the start of something great
We might… be a little late… hey
Hey, but at least we’re on our way
You got too much time to waste
Focusing on what people say
They might not like that we’ve arrived
But we’re here to stay

[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
Leave your sorrow on the table
Pick up your worries and throw them out the window
You don’t gotta let your friends know
There’s so much trouble to get into

[Chorus: Khalid]
Let’s go, let go
Let’s go, let go

[Verse 2: Khalid]
I got a blacked out Chevrolet
You don’t have a destination
Traveling where the wind will take us
That might be from place to place
Oh shit, I just graduated
I don’t have any obligations
So let’s have a little fun
Go ‘head and drop all the relations

[Pre-Chorus: Khalid]
Leave your sorrow on the table
Pick up your worries and throw them out the window
You don’t gotta let your friends know
There’s so much trouble to get into

[Chorus: Khalid]
Let go, let go
Let’s go, let’s go
So let’s go, let’s go
Let go, let’s go

[Intro]
Compton, Compton, Compton
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s
Ahh, real Compton city G’s

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Hey yo, Doctor, here’s another proper track
And it’s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real stuff provoke
See, you’s a wannabe ‘loc, and you’ll get smoked, and I hope
That the fans understand when you talk about sprayin’ me
The same records that you makin’ is payin’ me
M–f– Dre! M–f– Snoop! M–f– Death Row!
Yo, and here comes my left blow
‘Cause I’m the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real Compton city G’s in
You’re like a kid, you found a pup, and now you’re dapper
But tell me, where the hell you found that anorexic rapper?
Talkin’ about who you gon’ squabble with and who you shoot
You’re only sixty pounds when you’re wet and wearin’ boots
(Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But Dre Day only meant Eazy’s payday
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she-thang
So, sucka please, suck please
Don’t step to these real Compton city G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now

[Verse 2: Dresta]
Every day it’s a new rapper claimin’ to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a girl but portray the role of gangsta
Ain’t broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the brother and you’ll capture
The fact that the bastard is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
Of homies in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me, who’s a witness to your damn work?
So you never had no bid’ness, so save the drama, jerk!
Brothers straight kill me, knowin’ that they pranksters
This is goin’ out to you studio gangstas
See, I did dirt, put in work, and many brotherss can vouch that
And since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that
But brother like you, I gotta hate ya
‘Cause I’m just tired of suburbia brothers
Talkin’ about they come from projects
Knowin’ you ain’t seen no parts of the streets, G
I think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin’ khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little — tried to sag, but you’re floodin’ at the same time
And your set don’t accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies
‘Cause you know they don’t respect ya
So, brother please, brother please
Don’t step to these real Compton city G’s

[Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out]
Well, it’s the Knocc Out, definition “Original baby gangsta”
Approach me like you hard, little busta, I’ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my damn shank, if I have to
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you’re dealin’ with some real ass brothers
G’s, fools please, don’t try to step
See if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See, young brotherss like me will break you off somethin’
Claimin’ my city — but Dre, you ain’t from Compton
Suckers like y’all is what I call wannabes
And ain’t shit compared to real Compton city’ G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now

[Verse 4: Eazy-E]
I never met a O.G. who never did nothing wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, sucka, it’s on
You and your Doggy Dogg think that y’all hoggin’ it
Both of you bitches can come and suck my doggy’s —
Beatin’ up a bitch don’t make you it, but then again
Some niggas think it makes a man
Damn, it’s a trip how Dre could switch so quick
From wearin’ lipstick to smokin’ on — at picnics
And now you think you’re bigger
But to me you ain’t nothin’ but a track-ass busta
That ain’t worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you gettin’ treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant’s directions
Or get your ass popped with the Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the Eaze
Stay in your place and don’t step to real Compton city G’s

[Hook]
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! (What’s up?)
Boy, you should’ve known by now: Eazy Duz It