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STEVEN WILSON
Waiting Lyrics

Waiting… to be born again

Wanting… the saddest kind of pain
Waiting for the day when I will crawl away

Nothing is what I feel
Waiting… for the drugs to make it real
Waiting… for the day when I will crawl away

Waiting… to be disciplined
Aching… for your nails across my skin
Waiting… for the day when I will crawl away

MAC MILLER
Bill Lyrics (ft. Earl Sweatshirt & Bill)

[Verse 1: Delusional Thomas]
And he’s still so delusional
Stupid low as burials at funerals
f**ked the fame, dropped an album
Dipped with the recoupables
My hoodie up, hide my face cause I ain’t not good enough
My bitch stay my bitch, so don’t look
She keep that pussy tucked
Now things are looking up
Recommend the mescaline digesting your intestines
With intentions of a section? up
Heavens no, my head is high cause hell is cold
The bitch I’m smashing into fashion
But I know the devil wear a leopard coat
Back when Johnny Carson was dicking down Dolly Parton
Beg your pardon this my third life
I’m parking on the turnpikes
Searching for the circus lights
These demons never worked for Christ
Ain’t f**kin with no churches, we was all about that murder life
Samurai, murk you like you sure I’m nice
Syrup turn to purple Sprite, you find that shit that we already know
Sick of politickin, as they talkin, trying not to listen

[Hook]
On the real young goon?
Real young goon
I’m a real young goon

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
It’s the blackest piece of trash they done seen in a RV park
So holla at your guala if ever you feel your weed sparse, nigga
Salty tee off with us just know that T brought villain
My nigga we all itching to see you drop
I don’t wanna chop it up never fronted like I’m the nicest
Faze him not the slightest, aim stainless tour your iris
Take paper out your pocket, as sure as Toyo tires round
That f**king little schisty clown is back in full effect
Little teeny tiny Sweat, he biting bitches by the neck
Got my f**king dick as long as lists of shit I should regret
I’m just a little bit depressed that’s why the winter fit him best
I guess a little biased to the cold, mix the Ritalin and sess
Because I like the highs and lows and I also like the checks
That I’m siphoning from shows, bitch and triple six the set
Run it back, tight as Corey Duffel pants
Doing niggas dirty as the motherf**king plunging cap
My main and my ex screaming like it’s a habit
I move immune in between ’em because I’m diplomatic
Catch me in your city passive, cleaning up my shitty act
And bitches say them gritty raps be making up for shit he lacking
Sixes and them kitty cats that got him missing Jerry’s Thomas
Burpin’ words that’s hotter than the pocket where he carry chronic
Very awesome so spare the comments, I’m bi-coastal
Paid and chugging forties you niggas can keep your wine toasted
No high, no moving in that fine dutty wine motion
Load and tell a cop to suck a dick with my fly open, nigga

[Verse 3: Bill]
Look, f**k these written
I don’t watch 106 and Park
I skate through the park in my 106s
Smoke blunts in the dark with some porno bitches
You just see the spark in the blunts like I’m porno flickin
Got the hormones tripping, I’m also dripping
Daily breads tatted on my chest and my torso
And it’s never gonna fade and like me eyes
So I got trip like… eyes wider than Ohio
I’m going global, what you ain’t a local?
Going postal if you think we won’t go through what you won’t do
Watch the throne muthaf**ka cause we noted you
Older school Most Dope solider I got the pro with tools
Me and Clock get it in like we supposed
Just don’t act like you know us when you see us getting over views
You’re older news, I choose to move over you
I watch like a boat, now I’m colder than a frozen you
You don’t know where we’re going so just hold the news
I never got over fake rappers and the overview
I’m not a rapper, I’m just scolding you
So go home, we folded you
Like Wallace, I’m just holding you

[Outro]
You can’t see me, when I’m rolling
I got that weed nigga, so I’m swerving
Niggas know me in the hood
Niggas call me Tina Turner
Roll a… and get turnt up
Nigga we burnin, bitch nigga

STEVE POLTZ
I Thought I Saw You Last Night Lyrics

I’m not easily scared
By things that go bump in the night
There’s not many things
That give me a fright
I can walk down a lonely block
And not a lot can make my old knees knock

But, there’s one thing that scares me the most
Is when I think I see a ghost and
I thought I saw you last night
I thought I saw you last night

I’ve been lately thinking
About a Ouija board
And maybe contacting
Your soul ceded by the lord
’cause all the shadows on my street
That bring with sounds of shuffling feet

But, there’s one thing that scares me the most
Is when I think I see a ghost and
I thought I saw you last night
I thought I saw you last night

Throw salt on my shoulder and knock on wood
Don’t step on cracks, but it does no good
I drink a bourbon to calm my nerves
Read an old book and chant some verse
Hold hot coals in the middle of my fist
Take advice from my exorcist
Hallelujah
Hail mary
Holy moley
This is scary

For instance, last night
I went to a scary movie
And I tried real hard
Not to let it get to me
But, I just kept looking over my shoulder
The wind got hands and I got colder

But, there’s one thing that scares me the most
Is when I think I see a ghost and
I thought I saw you last night
I thought I saw you last night

I’m not easily scared
By things that go bump in the night

An up and coming dancehall artist name Boasy Brown is accusing Alkaline of stealing his song.

Last month, Alkaline released a new single “Golden Hold” that has been doing very well on dancehall airwaves since it’s debut. But now a relatively unknown deejay has stepped forward accusing the Vendetta head of stealing his flow and lyrics. We provide a song to compare below and Boasy Brown has released a video blasting Alkaline for his lack of originality.

“I have a song name ‘Carry On’ you can check it out on YouTube,” Boasy said. “I was sleeping and my phone is just vibrating and when I checked it out it was people texting me saying ‘Boasy Brown your song Carry On I just heard Alkaline with it and it sounds just like your own. When I listened to his song it sounds exactly like my own and he is using my style just like how I did it.”

Alkaline new song “Golden Hold” has already racked up over a million views on YouTube. Listen to both songs below and be the judge.

[Verse 1]
I’d conjure up the thought of being gone
But I’d probably even do that wrong
I try to think about which way
Would I be able to and would I be afraid?
Because oh, I’m bleeding out inside
Oh, I don’t even mind (yeah)

[Chorus]
It’s all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can’t turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I’m running out of air
And it’s not fair
Da da dada da dada da
Da dadadadadada da dadadadadada

[Verse 2]
I’m trying to figure out what else to say (what else could I say?)
To make you turn around and come back this way
(Would you just come back this way?)
I feel like we could be really awesome together (really awesome together)
So make up your mind because it’s now or never (make up your mind because it’s now or never, oh)

[Chorus]
It’s all your fault
You called me beautiful
You turned me out
And now I can’t turn back
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I’m running out of air
And it’s not fair
Da da dada da dada da
Da dadadadadada da dadadadadada

[Bridge]
I’d never pull the trigger
But I’ve cried wolf a thousand times (thousand times)
I wish you could
Feel as bad as I do
I’ve lost my mind (Lost my mind)

[Chorus]
It’s all your fault (It’s all your fault)
You called me beautiful (You called me beautiful)
You turned me out (you turned me out)
And now I can’t turn back (And now I can’t turn back)
I hold my breath (I hold my breath)
Because you were perfect (Because you were perfect)
But I’m running out of air (But I’m running out of air)
And it’s not fair (Yay oh yeh)
(oh yeah, it’s all your fault)

[Outro]
I hold my breath
Because you were perfect
But I’m running out of air
And it’s not (It’s not) fair (oh)