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[Verse 1]
When I tell you baby that I got a problem
You say, "Honey, hold on. I got it."
What you gotta say is you don’t know anymore
Everybody’s got ’em, it’s a big bad world
But I, I want more
I wanna know what it’s all for

[Chorus 1]
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me
Waiting to be realised
I keep my eye on that prize
If the best days that I know are just in the past
Am I gonna last forever?
I want more best days

[Verse 2]
I could’ve stayed in college but I didn’t wanna
I dropped out and moved to California
Left Ojai for the next best thing
Got a pick-up truck
I want a diamond ring
Oh, oh

[Chorus 2]
‘Cause the best days of our life are coming for us
Waiting to be realised
And it’s not a surprise
If the best days that we’ll know are just in the past
Are we gonna last forever?
I want more best days

[Bridge]
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days
I want more best days

[Chorus 1]
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me
Waiting to be realised
I keep my eye on that prize
If the best days that I know are just in the past
Am I gonna last forever?
I want more best days

[Outro]
I’m gonna last forever
I, I, oh I, I, I
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
‘Cause the best days of my life are coming for me

[Verse 1]
Baby, don’t make me spell it out for you
All of the feelings that I’ve got for you
Can’t be explained, but I can try for you
Yeah, baby, don’t make me spell it out for you
You keep on asking me the same questions (why?)
And second guessing all my intentions
Should know by the way I use my compression
That you’ve got the answers to my confessions

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
An emotional, sexual bender
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better
There’s nothin’ better

[Chorus]
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel

[Verse 2]
You know I love it, so please don’t stop it
You got me right here in your jean pocket (right now)
Laying your body on a shag carpet (oh)
You know I love it so please don’t stop it

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
An emotional, sexual bender
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better
There’s nothin’ better

[Chorus]
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel

[Bridge]
That’s just the way that I feel now, baby
Good God! I can’t help it! Agh!
That’s just the way that I feel, yeah
Please! I can’t help it

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender
An emotional, sexual bender
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better (oh!)
There’s nothin’ better (better!)

[Chorus – Outro]
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel
So real, so good, so fuckin’ real
That’s just the way you make me feel
That’s just the way you make me feel

This is my palace, champagne in my chalice
I got it all covered like a wedding band
Wondaland, so my alias is Alice
We gon’ start a motherfuckin’ pussy riot
Or we gon’ have to put ’em on a pussy diet
Look at that, I guarantee I got ’em quiet
Look at that, I guarantee they all inspired
A-town, made it out there
Straight out of Kansas City, yeah we made it out there
Celebrated, graduated, made it pass/fail
Sassy, classy, Kool-Aid with the kale
Momma was a G, she was cleanin’ hotels
Poppa was a driver, I was workin’ retail
Kept us in the back of the store
We ain’t hidden no more, moonlit nigga, lit nigga

Already got a Oscar for the casa
Runnin’ down Grammys with the family
Prolly give a Tony to the homies
Prolly get a Emmy dedicated to the
Highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated
Yeah, we highly melanated, ArchAndroid orchestrated

Yeah, Gemini they still jammin’
Box office numbers, and they doin’ outstandin’
Runnin’ outta space in my damn bandwagon
Remember when they used to say I look too mannish
Black girl magic, y’all can’t stand it
Y’all can’t ban it, made out like a bandit
They been trying hard just to make us all vanish
I suggest they put a flag on a whole nother planet

Jane Bond, never Jane Doe
And I Django, never Sambo
Black and white, yeah that’s always been my camo
It’s lookin’ like y’all gon’ need some more ammo
I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off, I cut ’em off like Van Gogh
Now, pan right for the angle
I got away with murder, no Scandal
Cue the violins and the violas

We gave you life, we gave you birth
We gave you God, we gave you Earth
We fem the future, don’t make it worse
You want the world? Well, what’s it worth?
Emoticons, Decepticons, and Autobots
Who twist the plot?
Who shot the sheriff, then fled to Paris
In the darkest hour, spoke truth to power?
Made a fandroid outta yo girlfriend
Let’s get caught downtown in the whirlwind
And paint the city pink, paint the city pink
And tuck the pearls in, just in case the world end

And nigga, down dawg
Nigga move back, take a seat, you were not involved
And hit the mute button
Let the vagina have a monologue
Mansplaining, I fold em like origami
What’s a wave, baby? This a tsunami
For the culture, I kamikaze
I put my life on a life line
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
If she the G.O.A.T. now, would anybody doubt it?
Do anybody got it? Do anybody got it?
I say anybody got it?

[Intro: Zombie Juice]
Victory, victory
Gold on my neck, Mr. T
Victory, victory
Zombie gang reppin’ that NYC
Victory, victory
Ice round my neck like I’m Lil Weeze
We run this shit like a pair of cleats
It’s hell on earth with this rap beat

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin’, from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Imagine when you’re thirty thousand feet up what you think of?Boy, I hated knowin’ that my thoughts would turn to dreams
‘Cause I never knew I’d get my chance to link up
Boy, I tell you, all of this unusual to me
Swear I came from the bottom, Flatbush livin’, walkin’ dead on
But your favorite rapper’s name up on a headstone
Biggie Big for the cheese and you’re dead wrong
Propaganda set the standards in the terror dome

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
I hit it doggystyle, she throw it back
Yeah, I’m born to mack
It’s dark in Hell, it’s hot so leave me where I’m at
I’m livin’ how I wanna, no reasonable doubt
It’s clear to see, all eyez on me, four hundred degrees
Who am I? Ruthless, easy does it
The chronic, smoke it in public, hate it or love it
The underdogs, with liquid swords
It was written in my diary to start a war
I’m feelin’ infamous, immortal with my technique
A revolutionary shinin’, with diamond teeth
Young don, Cartagena, excuse my demeanor, this the glamour life
You still not a player, you ain’t half as nice
I’m born to kill, life after death, I made the sacrifice
I’m super duper fly, Juice’ll keep them hypnotized
I said my name is Juice, America’s most
Ain’t no half-steppin’, see you at the crossroads

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin’ from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead

[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
It was written in a children’s story, that life’s a bitch
So what you want? Everyday I struggle with it
Only god can judge me slippin’, I’m infinitely big pimpin’
Though the genesis, dead presidents, drop a gem on them
Hell on earth, these the last days, throw your guns up
Get money, Quiet Storm, havin’ suicidal thoughts
For the C.R.E.A.M, renegade
For the money, only green is the lemonade
I’m a player on the late night tip, shorty triple six
She the prototype, Tip drill, kiss the fingertips
Resevoir Dogs, check the scar, ignorant shit
Blackout, can I live? Hell raiser, still feel me
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz
Kiss of death, reprotect ya neck, shame on a nigga
Three dope boyz in a Cadillac, Gravediggaz

[Chorus: Meechy Darko]
Put money over bitches on my headstone
Here lies young nigga gettin’ paper
Never take a loss on my headstone
Only take a L when I’m smokin’ it
Zombie gang three times on my headstone
Been thuggin’ from the cradle to the grave
Now your favorite rapper name on a headstone
Too late, he already dead

[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Right now I’m on the edge, so don’t push me
Troublesome since ’96, you a shook one
Breath easy on the ledge, I’ma push ya
What’s that? I smell pussy
Let me count my guns, hum
5,4,3,2,1 run
Hi my name is Dirt Cobain
Like a pimp, here I go to the next episode
Ain’t another nigga this explosive, beastcoast shit
BRR-BRR reload it
Fuck them other niggas, ride or die for my niggas
Strictly for my niggas, survival of the fittest
Woo-woo! That’s the sound of the police
I’m in deep cover, skrr skrr
Leaned back, give me one more chance
They say Jesus walks and the Devil wear Prada
But I’m so, so deaf, God can’t tell me nothing
Records on my death certificate, I gave you power
21 questions, like who shot ya? I shot ya!
Warning, watch them niggas flashin’ like papparazi
Two words, fuck bitches, get money
Tonight’s the night, guess who’s back on my block
Rather you need dollar, get shot in Bucktown
This firearm, silencer on, that quiet storm
T-O-N-Y, top of New York, with a pitchfork

Mind control
Tryna hit me with the mind control
When you know where your mind really is, you can’t be mind control

Too many fallacies, what’s the analysis since you were snoozing
I light up the islands [?] will be
Sheep will be, sheep will be sleeping they got sleep paralysis
Food pyramid ain’t hiding no shit
Food pyramid that’s shit ain’t shit
Food pyramid that’s shit ain’t shit
Toxic waste, toxic waste
Food pyramid man really ain’t shit
Food pyramid ain’t hitting no shit
That still ain’t shit, that’s shit ain’t shit
Toxic waste, toxic waste, toxic, toxic
Toxic waste, toxic waste, toxic toxic
Radioactive, radioactive, radioactive
Toxic , ah, toxic waste, toxic
Food of the WiFi, food the WiFi, nigga I’m food for the WiFi
Cooking like food for the WiFi
Fuckin’ wit, fuckin’ with the right one, ay, (ay)
Sendin’ with the right one, ay, (ay)
Fuck it if feel like ay, (ay)
Let me get a barn with a Hay, (ay)
Better make clap like ay, (ay)
Standing ovation ay, (ay)