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[Chorus 1]
Well I got friends from Colorado
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got something in a bottle
And I got something from a seed
Since you said you didn’t love me
Since hung me out to dry
I’ve been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high

[Verse 1]
Made the plans, booked the day, spent the money too
Nothing sweet ’bout a paid-for honeymoon
Million dollar view to see but she won’t
Since “I do” turned right into “I don’t”
So I’m chillin’ in a cabin at the tip-top
Lookin’ at a holler full of hemlocks
No cars, no bars or my phone
And just when you think I’m all alone

[Chorus 2]
I got friends from Colorado
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got something in a bottle
And I got something from a seed
Since you said you didn’t love me
Since hung me out to dry
I’ve been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high

[Bridge]
These Appalachian folks
Probably think I’m losing it in these trees
Yeah, but they don’t know
What kind of company I keep, yeah

[Chorus 3]
Well I got friends from Colorado
I got friends from Tennessee
So I got something in a bottle
And I got something from a seed
Since you said you didn’t love me
Since hung me out to dry
I’ve been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high
I’ve been drunk up in the Smokies
On a Rocky Mountain high

[Outro]
Jack’s still on the hill ’cause Jill ran away
But Jill’s got nothin’ on Jack… And Jane

[Intro: Slick Rick]
Believe it or not
Believe it or not

[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Kid Cudi]
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
Make no mistake, girl, I still like you
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
Make no mistake, girl, I still like you

[Verse: Kanye West]
Take the top off, let the sun come in
(Believe it or not, the Lord still shines on you)
Woah, for all my dogs that stayed down, we up again (yeah)
(Believe it or not, the Lord still shines on you)
Oh, I got dirt on my name, I got white on my beard
I had debt on my books, it’s been a shaky ass year
Let me make this clear, so all y’all see
I don’t take advice from people less successful than me, huh?
Ain’t no love lost, but the gloves off
And we up in this bitch until they turn the club off
Had to tell the dogs “Turn the snubs off”
Plus they already mad that the Cubs lost
(The Lord still shines on you)
(Believe it or not)
These two wrongs’ll right you
(Believe it or not, the Lord still shines on you )
I was too grown in high school
(Believe it or not)
The true soul of Ice Cube
Too close to snipe you (the Lord still shines on you)
Truth told, I like you
(Believe it or not, the Lord still shines on you)
Too bold to type you
(Believe it or not)
Too rich to fight you
Calm down, you light skin!

[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Kid Cudi]
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you (make no)
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you (no way)
(Believe it or not, the Lord still shines on you )
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
(Believe it or not, the Lord still shines on you)
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
(Believe it or not, the Lord still shines on you )
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you (no way)
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you

[Intro: 070 Shake]
Fallin’, dreamin’, talkin’ in your sleep
I know you want to cry all night, all night
Plottin’, schemin’, finding
Reason to defend all of your violent nights
Promise me

[Chorus: 070 Shake]
Don’t you grow up in a hurry, your mom’ll be worried, aw
It was all part of the story, even the scary nights
Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw
Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night, night)
They gotta repeat the colors, the lie is wearin’ off
Reality is upon us, colors drippin’ off
Colors drippin’ off

[Verse: Kanye West]
Niggas is savage, niggas is monsters
Niggas is pimps, niggas is players
‘Til niggas have daughters, now they precautious
Father forgive me, I’m scared of the karma
‘Cause now I see women as somethin’ to nurture
Not somethin’ to conquer
I hope she like Nicki, I’ll make her a monster
Not havin’ ménages, I’m just being silly
I answered the door, like Will Smith and Martin
Nigga do we have a problem?
Matter of fact Marlon, this ain’t Meet the Fockers
I’ll beat his ass, pray I beat the charges
No, daddy don’t play, not when it come to they daughters
Don’t do no yoga, don’t do pilates
Just play piano and stick to karate
I pray your body’s draped more like mine and not like your mommy’s
Just bein’ salty, but niggas is nuts
And I am a nigga, I know what they want
I pray that you don’t get it all at once
Curves under your dress, I know it’s pervs all on the net
All in the comments, you wanna vomit
That’s your baby, you love her to death
Now she cuttin’ class and hangin’ with friends
You break a glass and say it again
She can’t comprehend the danger she’s in
If you whip her ass, she move in with him
Then he whip her ass, you go through it again
But how you the devil rebukin’ the sin?
Let’s pray we can put this behind us
I swear that these times is the wildest
She got the scars, they serve as reminders
Blood still on her pajamas, but yesterday is dead, yeah
Moment of silence, next she’ll be off to college and then at the altar
‘Cause she know that niggas is savage, niggas is monsters
Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, ’til niggas have daughters
Niggas is pimps, niggas is players, ’til niggas have daughters

[Chorus: 070 Shake & Ty Dolla Sign]
Don’t you grow up in a hurry, your mom’ll be worried, aw
It was all part of the story, even the scary nights
Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw
Thank you to all of the heroes of the night (night, night)
They gotta repeat the colors, the lie is wearin’ off
Reality is upon us, colors drippin’ off
Colors drippin’ off

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
I’m sayin’ it like…
I want a daughter like Nicki, aww man, I promise
I’ma turn her to a monster, but no menagés
I don’t know how you saying it, but let ’em hear this

[Chorus: Valee]
Yeah, you supermodel thick
Damn, that ass bustin’ out the bottom, I’ma lose my mind in it
Crazy that medulla oblongata
Get to rubbin’ on my lap, get the genie out the bottle

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Valee]
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Pussy good, go and back it up
Pipe her up, I’ma pipe her up
Make her mine, I done fell in love
Juicy thing, make that pussy say
“One more time, baby, do it big
Make it cry, come, go hold this shit.”

[Chorus: Valee]
Yeah, you supermodel thick
Damn, that ass bustin’ out the bottom, I’ma lose my mind in it
Crazy that medulla oblongata
Get to rubbin’ on my lap, get the genie out the bottle

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
If I pull up with a Kerry Washington
That’s gon’ be an enormous scandal, I could have Naomi Campbell
And still might want me a Stormy Daniels
Sometimes, you gotta bag the boss up
I call that taking Corey Gambles
Find yourself up in the food court
You might have to enjoy your sample
All these thots on Christian Mingle, almost what got Tristan single
If you don’t ball like him or Kobe
Guarantee that bitch gonna leave you
Ayy, time is extremely valuable and I prefer to waste it
On girls that’s basic, that’s just some Ye shit
Right now let’s do what we want
Let’s have a threesome with you and the blunt
I love your titties, ’cause they prove
I can focus on two things at once

[Chorus: Valee]
Yeah, you supermodel thick
Damn, that ass bustin’ out the bottom, I’ma lose my mind in it
Crazy that medulla oblongata
Get to rubbin’ on my lap, get the genie out the bottle
Get the genie out the bottle

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let me hit it raw like fuck the outcome
Ayy, none of us would be here without cum
Ayy, if it ain’t all about the income
Ayy, let me see you go ahead and spend some
Ayy, if you driving ’round in some Dri-Fit
Ayy, I’ma think that you the type to dry snitch
Hm, mhm, if I see you pull up with the three stripes
Ayy, ayy, I’ma fuck around and make you my bitch

[Chorus: Valee]
Yeah, you supermodel thick
Damn, that ass bustin’ out the bottom, I’ma lose my mind in it
Crazy that medulla oblongata
Get to rubbin’ on my lap, get the genie out the bottle
Get the genie out the bottle

[Intro: PARTYNEXTDOOR & Trade Martin]
Some day, some day
Some day I’ll, I will wear a starry crown
Some day, some day
Some day I wanna lay down, like God did, on Sunday
Hold up, hold up
Some days, some days
I remember this on some days
Back way, yeah way, way
Some day, mmm, mmm
Some day, I wanna tell everybody, some days
I wanna hit the red dot, I’ll never find
Some days, some
Smokin’ marijuana
Now I’m livin’ high, doin’ what I wanna someday

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
I’ve been tryin’, to make you love me
But everything I try, just takes you further from me

[Verse: Kanye West]
Some day we gon’ set it off, some day we gon’ get this off
Baby, don’t you bet it all, on a pack of Fentanyl
You might think they wrote you off
They gon’ have to rope me off
Some day the drama’ll be gone, and they’ll pray, no, oh, no
Sometimes I take all the shine, talk like I drank all the wine
Years ahead but way behind, I’m on one, two, three, four, five
No half-truths, just naked minds, caught between space and time
This now, with the world in mind, but maybe some day

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
I’ve been tryin’, to make you love me
But everything I try, just takes you further from me

[Outro: 070 Shake]
Oh, once again I am a child
I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah
Of everything that I know, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed
Yeah, and nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free