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If you heal these wounds, sing me off
If you heal these wounds, sing me off
When a favor’s too much to ask, an hour’s come and passed
When you heal those wounds, sing me off. Sing me off
If I can’t choose, why would you?
If I could bloom, so could you
What a sour tasting delight
A killing in front of your eyes
When you heal your wounds, sing me off
Sing me off
Sing me off
If I hear your ghost I’m a fool
If I slit my throat, would it be to use?
Yeah I’ve been ashamed but I got away
I hope you heal your wounds, sing me off
Swallow me whole
Swallow me whole
If I’m still too young, break my chains
If my shades too dark, weep in vein
If I kill you now, will I be saved?
I’ll kill you now, and I’ll be saved
If you heal your wounds, sing me off

[Verse 1]
What’s up?
How’s it going?
The unreal cheekbone
She is so dreamy
That she got features on Fellini
Deadpan, unimpressed
Archimedes Palimpsest
Just hanging out all Julian Casablancas

[Pre-Chorus]
She is an ephiphany
Her electricity opens my days like she always knew
I feel like affinity, look at me, a deity
In all the ways, she’s a break-thru

[Chorus]
Under the sun, there’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 in the shade
She’s a break-thru
It’s cold out there
That’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 through the shade
She’s a break-thru

[Verse 2]
She is so wild
Middle-earth highbrow
Her line is Pablo but her color’s Fauves
What about it?
Just to review
She will a-break thru
Nobody stops her
No one can lock her down

[Pre-Chorus]
She is an ephiphany
Her electricity opens my days like she always knew
I feel like affinity, look at me, a deity
In all her ways, she’s a break-thru

[Chorus]
Under the sun, there’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 in the shade
She’s a break-thru
It’s cold out there
That’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 through the shade
She’s a break-thru

[Bridge]
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru

[Chorus]
Under the sun, there’s nothing new
But she keeps it 100 in the shade
She’s a break-thru
It’s hot out here
And warm indoor
But she keeps it 100 through the shade
She’s a break-thru

[Outro]
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru
She’s a break-thru

[Intro: BlocBoy JB]
Ha, word
SIMI, load that fuckin’ SIMI
Hey (ha), hey, yeah

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more (what)
Bitch, get me some Glock from the store (go)
You did the set, cool, say no more (no)
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho (word)
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho (ho)
In the air, like a UFO (in the air)
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control (word)
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control (poop control)
Hundred drum up his nose (nose), keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout (word)
I’ma pull up in some drive out (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
It’s a race (ayy, it’s a race)
I can’t hit your blunt ’cause it might just be laced (might be laced)
And I can’t fuck your bitch unless I get some face (I get some face, uh)
I had a worst and mad ho askin’ for favors
I be smokin’ on loud, just woke up the neighbors
I’m in your house like I do your cable
Snitched on your man, boy, you is a trader (word)
Stab a nigga like dominoes on a table
Sunday we pray for senile for saviour
DOA, that’s first degree, can’t save you
I’m totin’ shit like I’m Mater
2017, made the fader
Balling on niggas like Lakers
I call up [?] for a fade up
Chopper will spin you around
360, we getting these waves up
She didn’t want you, so you raped her
Call you a plate cause you ate her
Fuck a fourth of the lean, pour an eight up
She give me head ’til she get her lil’ grades up

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some Glocks from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
We been had your wife, man, we don’t want your bitch (ooh)
You sipping on karo, we sip actavis (chill)
Don’t need no lights for my bust down to hit (huh)
I got like 3 pinky rings on my fist (god damn)
Kick a bitch out of my house (ooh)
Kick her ass house because she came with mid (chill)
Me and Bloc just gave your grandma a brick (huh)
Your bitch pussy dirty, it smelling like fish (ooh)
Ooh, we ain’t with none of that, ho (huh)
I don’t drink water, bitch, I only pour fours (yeah)
I be getting like a hundred bands for a show (ooh)
I just smashed eight hoes in a row (chyeah)
Auntie pregnant smoking on dope (damn)
And I got a bad bitch sniffing on coke (huh)
Could of bought a house but I went and bought a boat (boat)
I’m so rich but I still want more (more)
I was on house arrest popping on pills (pills)
Now Lil Pump worth like ten mil’ (yeah)
Got a lot of ice on my chains, it’s real (wow)
Sipping on wok with Dr. Phil (ooh)
Can’t buy a pint if the bitch ain’t sealed (nope)
Got your wife booted in Beverly Hills (yeah)
Try to come in my house, get your ass killed (killed)
I’m on molly, all my pints just spilled (ooh)

[Chorus: BlocBoy JB]
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (word)
Bitch, I ain’t with none of that shit (none of that)
That choppa turn you to a runnin’ back, bitch (grrrah)
Bitch fuck your clique and go run with that bitch (boom, boom, boom)
I fucked your bitch and you sprung off that bitch (word)
You ran on my clique and I sprung on that bitch (that’s on my mama)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ho, better not say no more
Bitch, get me some [?] from the store
You did the set, cool, say no more
I lay you down like a welcome mat, ho
Congratulations, you’re welcome, you ho
In the air, like a UFO
I’m pulling cards like it’s Yu-Gi-Oh
How you a gangsta on crew control
Talking ’bout guns, I got two of those
Bless him like somebody blew a nose
I clean shit up like it’s poop control
Hundred drum up his nose, keep a pole
More paper than a pope
Say he want beef, it’s a go
Locked and load, let’s go to they hood and pull
Where they at, let me just find out
All I need is a hideout, I’ma pull up in some drive out

[Verse 1: Logic]
Uh
Now who the fuck am I to say that you won’t ever make it?
But the way that you rap, the people just won’t ever take it
I don’t understand why you think you finna live it up
Like a honey on prom night, give it up
There ain’t no way you ‘gon make it man, you need to conform
Stop everything you doin’, start rappin’, and still perform
You think that you really can record then go and perform
All the stupid lyrical shit that you been doin?
Think twice, boy, you never had a shot wit it
Go tighten up your game, Botox wit it
‘Cause we all know, I’m your worst critic
So what you need to do, you need to do wit it
Is stop, drop, roll out and forget it
‘Cause like I said, all those people, they won’t ever ever get it
So listen up man, stop in yo’ tracks
Stop droppin’ tracks and just relax
Now who the fuck am I to say that you wrong, my man?
But it’s untouchable, they way I devise the plan
‘Cause when I’m on it, I’m on it, and homie I ain’t playin’
50/50 like a Gin and Tonic, y’know I’m sayin?
Half emcee, other half listener
Half capturer, and half prisoner
They shit [?] homie, my shit primo flow celsius and y’all twenty below

[Verse 2: Redlineres]
Look, I’m all about passin’, I ain’t got no time to fail
Fellin’ my wrath every time when I spit this hell (yeah)
You a fraud nigga (uh)
You stop playin’ or your life gonna get you in the box, in jail
It ain’t nothing harder than the balls (nah)
My passion and every day will get me far
And no time for real, no time for lames
Start drinkin’ the liquor straight so it can take the pain
I’m on the red line reminiscing on the train
Think positive, and every day, just maintain
You know?

[Verse 3: J-Artz]
Uh, Mr. Johnson, all-star Stockton
Got a couple golden guns, devil hellmarksman
A double kill is needed to prove the skill
Got the eyes out flow, no radar low
I’m a black ho, no escape, let’s go
To the edge of the universe, homie let’s roll
You’re a [?] perfect one, blind spot
[?], blind spot
Metal [?] inject, call me a robojock
Never seen for [?], ’cause I’m [?]
Space travel with no ship, techless
I’m naturally superior to other stage dwellers
Sneak attack, body bag, beacon [?], Goodfella
D.C. clash with this, others can’t [?] with it
Got the [?] force, welcome to the dark abyss

[Verse 4: Steph]
Caught up in a secret society
And the money just ease my anxiety
‘Cause I know, I don’t talk to the lord (uh)
My heart dark for having to endorse such
Pain as youngin’ so to numb it I sip lean
Let the weed fill up my lungs, and pop champagne
‘Til I get sick stomach, just disgusting what we do for a lil’ money
They say, “You gotta change your ways, ’cause the Lord’s comin’”
And I just gotta get paid, the landlord comin’
So I’m like, “Forget God, just cut my check”
Just like a Nike sweatshirt (uh)
Caught up in the rapture, fashion and swagger
Snapback, award shows sharper than a dagger
Polo sweater made the same year that I was born
And hand on the bible to the [?] I was sworn in

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase

[Verse]
Fuckin’ that bih in my bed
Fuckin’ that bih in a bed
Lil shawty she wet, shawty get wet in the bed
Niggas they tryin’, until they get checked
These bitches be lyin’, Carti by [?]
Check please
Lil shawty gon’ hop in the jet, lil shawty gon’ [?]
Hop in the bih and I beast
Come to me, beast in the sheets
Fucking that bitch on the beach
This is my coupe, with the lease
Hop in the coupe feel like [?]
All of my niggas eat, we feast
Ballin’ a [?]
Feelin’ like [?]
[?]

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase

[Verse 2]
30,000 bih, on my wrist
Stacking bread, lego shit
Lego bih
Check it out, check it out
Wrist out, bad bitch, polka dot
All these niggas they fallin’ off
All these bitches they fallin’ off
Walk in the building and I feel like the shit
All on my dick
These bitches they say [?] but, young Carti be fuckin these bitiches and these bitches be wet
I smoked [?]
Niggas get killed, nigga got drip

[Hook]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, here to check
Arm and leg, here to check
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Got a 4 5, bought her some [?]
Arm and leg, here to chase
Arm and leg, here to chase