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[Verse 1]
Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from heaven
(But when they get to you)
When the boy is still a worm
It’s hard to learn the number seven

(4, 3, 2, 1, never get to 7)
It’s the first thing that they do (5, 6, 7, 8, never)
But when they get to you (3, 2, 1, 0)

[Chorus]
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread it’s wings
The time has come for bitter things

Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread it’s wings
The time has come for bitter things

[Verse 2]
Each time I look outside, my mother dies
I feel my back is changing shape
I wish I had my wings (But when they get to you)
When the worm is in the boy
It’s never, ever considered rape

Oh, how I wish I had my wings
(But when they get to you)
Oh, how I wish I had my wings
(The first thing that they do)
Oh, how I wish I had my… (No, no, no)

[Chorus]
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread it’s wings
The time has come for bitter things

Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread it’s wings
The time has come for bitter things

[Outro]
But when they get to you
(When we discover the way to heaven
In order to afford it)
When they get to you

When they get to you
(When we discover the way to heaven
In order to afford it)
When they get to you

[Intro]
Now, why you can’t take what I’ve been through
Imagine I never went through what I went through
Yeah
Came, up, uh

[Verse 1]
Ay, I want more
Until I get it I won’t slow
I’m on tour
Opening some brand new doors
On top, but we came from the floor
Do you believe in foresight?
(I do. Hm-hm. Cause I can’t ignore life)
Look, I wrote this in a hotel the size of a closet
Just to show you that I could do it
Just to show you that it ain’t much to it
If you got your hand out, don’t be surprised when I look at you stupid
Where were you and when there was me and the music?
Don’t compare me to no nigga that I’m better than
Still new, but my attitude veteran
And ain’t nothing wrong with it
Since six I knew I was gon’ get it
I ain’t working till my palms start itchin’
Ever since a nigga put a gun to my face
That shit that really make you think, yeah
I was thinking ’bout my kid, yeah
Sixteen, didn’t even have a kid, yeah
Them bullets really how you thinking about your unborn
Imagine if my whole life was untorn
Imagine when the car flip
Don’t call it [?]
Of blessing that is ain’t gone yet

[Chorus]
I’ve been getting closer to God (yeah)
Not a script show, we been talking direct (pretty line)
Same for me and I see you closer to God (yeah, word)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I’m on pace
I figured out the shit ain’t no race
Up the stakes
Got hungry, then I scrape the plate
It ain’t hard for me to change my ways
Do you believe in foresight?
(I do. Hm-hm. Cause I cannot ignore life)
Look, the plain field ain’t never been even
I ain’t bout to make that shit either
See, I’m tryna copy my aura, they some readers
Study all you want, but I came up outta freezer
Getting bred across the mediterranean like [?]
You a heat seeker, speak up
Niggas telling me to speed up
You can fit your talent in a beat cup
Leaders of the new school, I think they need us
But first, let me light my weed up
My intuition ain’t never let me astray
With all this shit on my plate
Think I be running in place
But I step to that mirror, look myself in the face
Can nobody take my place [?]
You can try, you contest
You get sent to the Gods
I’mma R&B nigga with a hip-hop core
(Ha-ha. said I’mma R&B nigga with a hip-hop core, yeah
We just had to do that [?])

[Intro]
Major Lazer, Burna Boy and Major Lazer
Major Lazer

[Verse 1]
How I me do
Pick up the package dawg
This a military ting like I come from Afghanistan
Dressed in camouflage
Before I turned 21 I was already savage dawg
I tell ya yeah, pull up in a foreign whip, foreign girl ah me passenger
Let ’em have it dawg
Call up my manager
They can pay for the damages

[Pre-Chorus]
I hope you’re listening
Inna me yard and the gyal dem ah visiting
Eh
Snapchat dem ah video
I say which kind level be this o
My people work, so we get to chop
Many things they happen wey we never talk
Me I no dey talk cause you know say I be boss
I just want the weed and the girls of course

[Chorus]
I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe
Wanna see a million lights, light up my life
I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe
Wanna see a million lights, light up my life

[Post-Chorus]
When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan
When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan

[Verse 2]
Too much gyall inna me life
Gyal dem ah say they love me style
Say me sweet and me nice
Nuffa dem wan be me bride
We coulda never split and divide
And me set dem soul on fire
No one fi do dem right
So me get any girl that me like

[Pre-Chorus]
I hope you’re listening
Inna me yard and the gyal dem ah visiting
Eh
Snapchat dem a video
I say which kind level be this o
My people work, so we get to chop
Many things they happen wey we never talk
Me I no dey talk cause you know sey I be boss
I just want the weed and the girls of course

[Chorus]
I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe
Wanna see a million lights, light up my life
I’ve been waiting all my life for this type of vibe
Wanna see a million lights, light up my life

[Post-Chorus]
When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan
When girls come I no wan sit down Mo ma n gbadu awon Omo, Gidi gan gan

[Outro]
Pick up the package dawg
This a military ting like I come from Afghanistan
Dressed in camouflage
Before I turned 21 I was already savage dawg

[Intro: Wale]
Come here, Cole
[?] here?
Nah, I’m here
Yeah, bounce, bounce
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy, my boy
Yeah, right here

[Verse 1: Wale]
Ay, look, uh, yeah, ok
Concrete since day one
Ain’t no time to make up
Ain’t no time for that hoe
Like baby, word to a cup
Thank you for your services, invoicing all my haters
Be sure to leave your armour and your women penetrated
I give her back a [?]
Poof, get out her hair
I say congratulations, your old lady renovated
You niggas lazy, my boy
Why you hatin’, my guy?
You bought her Commes des Garcons
She come and play with your heart
I’m far from a popular artist
One of the hardest, no less
And I saw your woman, I call her low like a Cardigan sweater
Call her whatever you want
I got my revenue up
In Beverly Hills, my ceilings like the Beverly [?]
Since day one, Folarin been the same one
I came up in them gogos most of them was afraid of
Now kill mo’, say that
Now kill mo’, say that
But when your wheel is a fortune, you near gotta say jack
Don’t be talking too much
These niggas copy too much
These niggas cardio crazy, chasing clout must be tough
Fuck it, I wrote me, a dozen niggas got me fucked up
I raise my hands and raise your family’s casualties up
I’m faded
I’m playing
These niggas don’t be no gangster, they be playing it
Extortion ain’t dead, it just moved to the county
Shoot them out the S-class, I guess you won’t the problem
I know every who and who and every who [?]
What you call a piece of mind, I call a picture for a bounty
Hold up, yeah
I’m in my luggage, in my luggage, roll up, boy
I’m on the runway like I’m Jackie, hold up
Prolific, really be living my lyrics
So tell me, who did it this big and who ain’t ’bout to slow up?

[Hook: Wale]
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

[Verse 2: J Cole]
Who gon’ bring my crown to me?
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain’t no catching up to me
Yes, stepped in the building with my vibe on a million
Slide on the beat like my God, I’m so brilliant
All other rappers, put your pride to the side
Try collide with the squad, turn your mob into corn on the cob
You’s a fraud, you’s a thorn in my side
I’m a knife in your back, I’m that turn of the knob
When the boy from the corner come rob you
And tie you up to something
Now, stop with all that frontin’
That big money talk should be reserved for those that got it
But when you really got it, you ain’t pressed to talk about it
That’s why I hear that capping on your raps and highly doubt it
The game too crowded, I’m ’bout to get all the way the fuck up out it
No if’s, and’s or but’s about it
30 mill’ on a deal depending on how the tour was rowded
I seen your watch when you first dropped, that shit was clouded
Which means, you used fugazi shit, fake it ’till you make it type
I shoot through you crazy with hollow tips
No holler backs, just how to raps
I got to black to make sure every dirty dollar stacked
Y’all aiming at the stars, bitch I’m aiming at your starter cap
Run, nigga, run like a fucking black quarterback (uh)
Stereotypical, but to hear me is spiritual
I will bury you niggas and come and air out your funeral
Have your homies on stretchers right next to Roman numerals
IV’s, IV’s, it’s the reason why nobody try me, try me
Have a nigga screaming, “Lord, why me? Why me?”
Cole did me grimey
He took it too far, he treat them bullets like they Siamese
Back to back, I clap like that’s a wrap
But no video shoots, just hoodies and boots putting your troops in
Pine boxes
I blew a million on white ties and Calvin Klein boxes
This nigga silly

[Hook: J Cole]
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy

[Outro: Wale & J Cole]
Who gon’ bring the crown?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Bitches going down, it ain’t catching up to me
My boy, my boy, my boy, my boy, my boy
Who gon’ bring my crown to me?
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain’t catching up to me
Who gon’ bring my crown to me?
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain’t catching up to me
Who gon’ bring my crown to me?
And who won’ try to fuck with me?
Faded off the brown, she can’t get enough of me
I don’t play around, ain’t got that type of luxury
Bitches going down, it ain’t catching up to me

Love
Just know that I’ll ever be here
I’ll be with you, love
It’s not alright and I’ll never get that back now
I’m not…it doesn’t sound so good

I love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are
(I love to see you shine in the night like the diamond you are)
I’m on the other side, it’s alright, just hold me in the dark
(I’m on the other side, it’s alright, just hold me in the dark)
No one’s got your number, what we do, hit me up when you’re gone
(No one’s got your number what we do, hit me up when you’re gone)
‘Cause all the counter space
Are we made when you name that you choose

Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

You say we’re just friends but I swear when nobody’s around
(You say we’re just friends but I swear when nobody’s around)
You keep an arm around your neck, to connect, are you feeling it now?
(You keep an arm around your neck, to connect, are you feeling it now?)
‘Cause I am
I’m just a hide under the nest but it got me feel my feel lift the crown
Oh, yeah
You battle against the world, this is all you’ve been talking about
And my answer is

Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

No left, right left, like
Take it back to you’re side to side
Like than I hate
No left, right left, like
Take it back to you’re side to side
Like

Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better
Nothing feels better than this
Nothing feels better, no
We don’t got to hide, this is what you like, I gotta make
Nothing feels better than this

Nothing feels better than this