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[Intro: Royce Da 5’9"]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You ever have a bad bitch try to kick it with you in your Twitter DMs?
I have—been a statistic and demonstrated against
Wicked minds of the twisted bitches challengin’ scrubs
I had a bitch expose me on MediaTakeOut
And after her 15 minutes of fame was up
She hit my phone back apologizin’, askin’, "Can we still fuck?"
Bitch, please, miss me—I’m paid as hell
I got the game locked—arcade’s in jail
I wish my uncle wouldn’t have died, he woulda loved to see this
Find you a nigga who do molly with a buzz and beat it
I’m ’bout to walk up in this restaurant, like the upper echelon
Is you comin’? Guess you not—bitch, I’ll call you
I find it hi-larious when bad-ass bitches try to get your attention
Be lookin’ like fish out of water, it be for no (no) reason
A chick’ll drop a pencil and go, "Oh, (oh) Jesus"
Just to bend down to get this shit to show (show) cleavage
Haha, why can’t y’all just ask a nigga for his number like we do, y’all?
I’ll tell you, women don’t know how to flirt
And the ones who’s bad, they ain’t even gotta work
That’s real shit

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" + sample]
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I’m just acknowledgin’, but I’m not tryna play y’all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches can’t flirt good for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me comin’ out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it, (what?)
This is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don’t know how to flirt ("That’s right")

[Interlude: 2 Chainz]
You know how I come in
Talk to ’em, Chainz!

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Okay, came up the street like a ladder—Aladdin
I bust through the hole like McFadden on Madden
A matter of fact, that’s a after effect
If the crime don’t fit, then I’m takin’ it back, now
Fuckin’ on this bitch who wear eye contacts
And I pulled a bitch off of eye contact
And I had the racks since she had a nice rack
Met her at Bergdorf, right by the nice racks
She said, "Should I get a shirt to match with the hat?
Or should I get the shoes that match with the slacks?"
Yeah, said it’s for her man, ain’t gotta be, they comin’
Had a lil’ Uzi on me—DJ Drama
Never trust a bitch, and, yeah—I never will
Okay, sometimes—if she got sex appeal
I meant to say—I like to have sex and take some pills
I meant to say—I like to relax and make a mill’
I meant to say—I like to relax and make a meal
I mean, they both the same thing, but I ain’t talkin’ grill
I ain’t talkin’ dinner, I ain’t talkin’ supper, this the bloodsucker
Met the bitch at FuddRucker off Amityville
She had a man on the real, he had his hand on the steel
Fucked in the Camry still, I shoulda passed on the real
Would have assist with her ass, I got more dimes than a pass
And if I knew you’d do what’s crazy, I wouldn’t of let me smash

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" + sample]
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I’m just acknowledgin’, but I’m not tryna play y’all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches can’t flirt good for shit
This is it (what?) They used to me comin’ out the dick
Real quick (what?) like this is it, (what?)
This is it (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo! (what?) Woo!
Women don’t know how to flirt ("That’s right")

[Outro: DJ Premier]
Yo, Chainz, Royce
Remember PRhyme 1?
Remember when I said, "Word? That’s how you feel up on this track?
Let a bitch come and try to shit on that!"
Yeah, and on that note; move on to the next one!
Hahahahahahahahaha!

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Been around the world and I, I, I, I can’t find my baby
Things gettin’ crazy, losin’ my patience
Why you keep me waitin’? Goin’ through the phases
Got me walkin’ out the house all done up
Just in case I see your face and you decide to run up
Yeah, I’m in a different place, I need someone to hold on to
I been sendin’ up a prayer hope the call gets through

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
‘Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin’ down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice, lately
I’ve been feelin’ hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I’ll wait for ya

[Chorus: Quavo]
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me

[Post-Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Quavo]
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (yeah)
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (I’ve been looking for a savior)
Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (savior, yeah, to save me)

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
I feel like God playin’ tricks on me, got a fix on me
Feel the weight of the world like I got a brick on me
Had a dance with the devil and he got a grip on me
I’m just tryna get to heaven, hope you got a ticket for me, huh
I’ve been sending up prayers, I need feedback
Past full of sin, can someone delete that?
My path got muddy, I feel like my feet trapped
Can you give me the strength now to beat that?

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
‘Cause my heart beats for you only
I wonder if you even know me
Countin’ down every moment
That I wait for ya, I wait for ya
I wonder if you even notice, lately
I’ve been feelin’ hopeless
Easy to lose focus, but I’ll wait for ya

[Chorus: Quavo]
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior (hey)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, to save me

[Bridge: Iggy Azalea]
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (all for you, uh)
Saving my love for you, saving my love for you (hey, saving it)
Saving it all for you, saving it all for you (uh)

[Chorus: Quavo & Iggy Azalea]
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
I’ve been looking for a real one to hold on to
I’ve been looking for a savior (ah-ay, na-na-na-aye)
Savior, yeah, to save me

[Outro: Iggy Azalea & Quavo]
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I’ve been looking for a)
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey, I’ve been looking for a)
Been around the world and I, I, I (hey)
I’ve been looking for a savior, savior, yeah, save me

[Intro]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood

[Verse 1]
Laying on the bathroom floor, feeling nothing
I’m overwhelmed and insecure, give me something
I could take to ease my mind slowly
Just have a drink and you’ll feel better
Just take her home and you’ll feel better
Keep telling me that it gets better
Does it ever?

[Chorus]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
No medicine is strong enough
Someone help me
I’m crawling in my skin
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood

[Post-Chorus]
It isn’t in my blood

[Verse 2]
Looking through my phone again feeling anxious
Afraid to be alone again, I hate this
I’m trying to find a way to chill, can’t breathe, oh
Is there somebody who could…

[Chorus]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
No medicine is strong enough
Someone help me
I’m crawling in my skin
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood

[Post-Chorus]
It isn’t in my blood

[Bridge]
I need somebody now
I need somebody now
Someone to help me out
I need somebody now

[Chorus]
Help me, it’s like the walls are caving in
Sometimes I feel like giving up
But I just can’t
It isn’t in my blood

[Post-Chorus]
It isn’t in my blood
It isn’t in my blood
I need somebody now
It isn’t in my blood
I need somebody now
It isn’t in my blood

[Verse 1]
I got angels running ‘way, I got demons hunting me
I know ‘Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I say "God, that’s the one," I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the kids that don’t fit their description of a utopia (black)
Like a problem won’t exist if I just don’t exist
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in
Pardon me for venting
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life

[Hook]
Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my niggas [?]
Now they tryna take his

[Post-Hook]
Life don’t mean shit to a nigga that ain’t never had shit, yuh
Light don’t mean lit in the dark, fight don’t mean fists, ooh
Eyes don’t see, eyes don’t see, ice don’t freeze
Light don’t leave, I don’t mean lie to me

[Bridge]
Tell me I’ll be okay, tell me I’ll be a [?]
Tell me that she my bae, that I won’t be alone
Tell ’em I’ll be okay, when I lost my [?]
Tell ’em that we the same, tell em’ that we not safe

[Verse 2]
I got my grandaddy soul, I’m at war that’s on my mind
I seen Walter’s body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
I’m not worried bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times
I still go to social functions even though I’m so anti
No I’m no Rihanna, the cork [?]
To throw it like Donovan, down a bit
I just been modeling my whole career as a [?]
Studio monitors shaking, I raise the apartments
I’m bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of time that’s in my mind the time you was watching
So stop comparing me to people, no I am not them
A lot of people dream until they shit or get sh-*gunshot*
That’s life

[Hook]
Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my niggas [?]
Now they tryna take his life

[Verse 1]
I got angels running ‘way, I got demons hunting me
I know ‘Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I say "God, that’s the one," I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the kids that don’t fit their description of a utopia (black)
Like a problem won’t exist if I just don’t exist
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in
Pardon me for venting
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life

[Hook]
Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my niggas [?]
Now they tryna take his

[Post-Hook]
Life don’t mean shit to a nigga that ain’t never had shit, yuh
Light don’t mean lit in the dark, fight don’t mean fists, ooh
Eyes don’t see, eyes don’t see, ice don’t freeze
Light don’t leave, I don’t mean lie to me

[Bridge]
Tell me I’ll be okay, tell me I’ll be a [?]
Tell me that she my bae, that I won’t be alone
Tell ’em I’ll be okay, when I lost my [?]
Tell ’em that we the same, tell em’ that we not safe

[Verse 2]
I got my grandaddy soul, I’m at war that’s on my mind
I seen Walter’s body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
I’m not worried bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times
I still go to social functions even though I’m so anti
No I’m no Rihanna, the cork [?]
To throw it like Donovan, down a bit
I just been modeling my whole career as a [?]
Studio monitors shaking, I raise the apartments
I’m bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of time that’s in my mind the time you was watching
So stop comparing me to people, no I am not them
A lot of people dream until they shit or get sh-*gunshot*
That’s life

[Hook]
Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter coats
I was chilling with my niggas [?]
Now they tryna take his life