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The state of our world
Is not in good shape
But, don’t you lose heart
Cause love always wins over hate

The state of our world
Is dependent on you
So open the heart and be true
Cause it’s always in the action you choose

The state of our world
Gives one cause for fear
But, don’t you lose faith
This dream is not what it appears

The state of our world
In need of change in need of hope
How we treat each other
Is what really matters most

The state of our world
Ideology of religion
Pushes once innocent men
To commit acts of terrorism

War is just another word for revenge
Revenge is just another word for loss
Loss is just another word for grief
And grief leads to surrender (contrition)
And that leads us to a new beginning…

Night so full of eyes
So full of lies
Cold as a cemetery
Time of enemies
Feel, Misanthropy

Bells ringing in our ears
Walking all the fears
Which were, long forgotten
Time of enemies
Feel, agony

I can’t face fear!
Not now! Not tomorrow! Never!
My savior, a Latin name
Slowly the sun rises
At least in my tortured mind
I fly up, higher, to the sky for hours
Till pain brings me back
Back to reality

It was my own fault
The bad result
Of an, experiment
Time of enemies
Feel, Misanthropy

Could time be turned back
Back to the right track
I would return newborn
Time of enemies
Still
Feeling hope

Face Fear (x11)

[Intro: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Drop top Benz
Drop top Benz
We pulled up in a drop top Benz

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
All I spend is bands, models up in France
Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

[Verse: Lil Gnar]
Whip the [?] the mirror, you niggas can’t stand us
Diamonds they be dripping, my left wrist look like Atlantis
Made it out the bottom, put that on my momma
It’s a rockstar party, come and pop a pill babe
Got some neck up in the foreign, had to hit the killswitch
Lot of young niggas and you know we came to kill shit
Baby girl stop whining, put that molly on your tongue
Never touched a hundred bands, how you judging up
She just wanna eat and fuck but I cannot be cuffed
Getting money everyday that be my mission
Run it up so catch me flexing in the picture
In the picture
G [?] with the red [?] you can’t get it [?]
Drop top Benz got your bitch like oh my god
Off the gas and I’m seeing stars
Bust down, that’s a [?]

[Hook: Lil Skies]
Drop top Benz
Pull up in a foreign, it’s just me and all her friends
She wanna make a movie so I grabbed the camera lens
All I spend is bands, models up in France
Shake your money maker girl, you know you gotta twerk it
Throw a couple bands up, watch it hit the surface
We gon’ make the world shake, do it with a purpose
Drop top Benz, me and all her friends

[Verse 1: Cuban Doll]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wesson we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying?
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 2: Cuban Doll]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
All these mad rappers dirty, will I keep a .30
Spent long nights ridin’ low and dirty, now my coop is prayin’ tutu
[?] cockin’, get to jerkin’ have ’em niggas swervin’
Niggas servin’, bitches drinkin’ bourbon, I remember back when hoes was curvin’
Now I fuck hoes when I wanna (yeah)
Boy used to post on the corner (yeah)
[?] bitches was foreign
Killin’ shit, sendin’ these hoes to the coroner (yeah)
Don’t be sad now a nigga up
AP’s goin’ dumb, why you comin’ out bitch if you ain’t tryna make me cum?
Stupid ass bitch, I said so, wanna smack you
Gon’ and pull up so my lil sister can stab you
Gang posted up on the corner like a statue
Clist round my check like a motherfuckin’ satchel

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 4: Lil Baby]
100 bottles, no sparkles, we already lit
Thousand hunnid, all the bills like we counterfeit
Love the hoe, I slap the bitch, we on some different shit
This shit didn’t come from round the way, I’m on some different drip
Sticky, she wanna get with me
I need me a bad broad, then again, a Nicki
Ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, Christian Lou’, a murder scene
Shout out to the homies behind the wall, yeah, the murder team
The old murder team, the ones that can’t be silent
Sippin’ ‘methazine, it got me out my body
Date time, go and throw a dime all in Folly
Big bank take little bank, I’m really gettin’ money

[Pre-Chorus: Cuban Doll]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Chorus: Cuban Doll]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass, ayy

[Verse 1]
Hundred bands, times a hundred bands
Can you get it, ain’t no running man
Keep a hundred rounds, we gon’ get him
I ain’t never gave a fuck about no bitch
Cause I’m bigger and I’m better
Keep a Smith & Wessun we can do whatever, aye
You say you a boss, I know you a lame
And that nigga ugly what the fuck you saying
You ain’t getting money girl you need a plan
You a broke bitch, always holding out your hand
I’m a real bitch
I just be getting bad
Spend and get it back then I spend it with my mans
That money in my hand put it right on your head
Ain’t no loss, I’m a boss I can do that shit again, ayy
Fuck a role we speak facts
If a lame bitch talking I won’t even speak that
Keep that .45 all black, we strapped, we back
Pop up on ’em make a bitch see that, aye

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ayy

[Verse 2]
I’m a real bitch I can’t fake shit
You a fucking pussy you don’t shake shit
You just figured it out bruh you late bitch
You a broke bitch you ain’t got no vest to play with
Somewhere out in Cali do the dash in a spaceship
You somewhere in the crib looking mad cause you ain’t shit

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey

[Verse 3]
Bitch bands, bands, don’t fuck up this dashboard
Bitches want problems we gon’ give ’em what they ask for
That’s what this cash for, I need that like a landlord
You bitches half step, somebody please drop a bag on ’em
Bitch why you lying you ain’t never got no cash ho
Ho you nigga why you trying to act tough ain’t no straps on you
Bitches turned their back, yeah its cool I just stacked on ’em
I was getting money way before I seen rap money
Them hoes hate together when that check end
But bitch you more broke than your best friend
That chop right beside me like my best man
Fuck a wedding when it ring watch your head split

[Pre-Hook]
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us
You ain’t tough, big bank take little bank
Bitch you bankrupt
All them hoes losing but they ain’t us

[Hook]
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey
Fuck all them niggas we gon’ fuck up this cash
I hopped out my feelings and I hopped in my bag
Hopped in a foreign, bitch you hopped in a cab
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Ey

Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass
Still living with your mama you ain’t hopped off your ass