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[Chorus]
It’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic
A kind of magic – no way

[Verse 1]
One dream, one soul, one prize
One goal, one golden glance of what should be
It’s a kind of magic
One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
It’s a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
It’s a kind of magic
The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Is this a kind of magic?
It’s a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done
This flame that burns inside of me
I’m hearing secret harmonies
It’s a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time

[Chorus]
It’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic

[Verse 2]
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be, will soon be, will soon be done
This is (this is) a kind (a kind) of magic (yeah)
There can be only one one one one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done – done

[Chorus]
Magic – it’s a kind of magic
It’s a kind of magic
Magic magic magic (magic)
Ha ha ha haa – it’s magic
Ha haa
Yeah yeah
Wooh

[Spoken]
(Damon) Here we go, here we go, here we, here we go
Yo, man, Al
(Albert) What’s up, D?
(Damon) Is school bugging you like it’s bugging me?
(Albert) Ooh, indubitably!
(Damon) Man, I tell you, you know, it’s just all these finals, i’m ready for summer, ready for the good times, the stupid rhymes, and all the females out there, you know?
(Albert) Well, I understand what you’re saying, so why don’t we just kick the ballistics and cold get stupid?
(Damon) Yeah, I know what you’re saying because you know, just the other day, yo!

[Verse 1]
[Damon]
I was clowning in class like I usually do
Girls on my tip, that ain’t nothing new
Hadn’t hit a book since I don’t know when
Looks like a cram session’s about to begin

[Albert]
Everyone’s sweating ’cause finals are here
But I’m getting real excited ’cause summer’s near
I started my own countdown, it’s in effect
With just one week ’til yo, I jet

[Chorus]
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on (yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out

Ooh yeah
Hey, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, oh

[Verse 2]
[Albert]
Got summer fever, can’t pay attention
Girls in bikinis make me lose direction
One more tardy and I’m on suspension
Was spotted at the beach and now I’m in detention

[Damon]
Can’t be doing time ’cause I’ll lose my tan
Summer school’s not in the master plan
Got places to go, my homies and me
And wherever we are will be the place to G

[Chorus]
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on (yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, groove on (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out

Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 3]
(Albert) It’s summer
(Damon) That means it’s party time
(Albert) Me and the crew
(Damon) Checking out fly behinds
(Albert) Hot sun
(Damon) Hot buns
(Albert) It’s a stone situation
(Damon) Yo Al, let’s take a vacation

Tune in, groove on, bust out

(Damon) Yo, summer, I’m down with that scene
And when I get away, I like to do the wild thing
(Albert) Can’t stop a hip hop full of party til we drop
Yo, D, yo, we gotta make a buddy stop

Tune in, groove on, bust out
Tune in, groove on, bust out, bust out

[Chorus]
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Yeah, yeah
Gotta get up, gotta get out, gotta get down
Time to go out and have some fun
Tune in, groove on, bust out (how ya livin’?)
Gotta break away from this day-to-day
Gotta get away on a summer vacation
Tune in, (hey, yeah, yeah, yeah), bust out

[Spoken]
(Damon)Yo man, it’s summertime coming up, and I’m ready to just chill, you know?
(Albert) Cold get stupid, like I said before
(Damon) That’s right, and get a tan and just…
(Albert) Like Eazy-duz-it says, we’re gonna do it easy
(Damon) I heard that! We outta here!
(Albert) Tune in, baby, groove on, and bust out
Bust out!
(Damon) All the fly fellas, peace

We held each other tight
And ran away into the night
Oh baby you were so afraid
We knew we couldn’t stay
Our parents didn’t understand
The love we had together

We were teenagers
Far away from home
We were cold and all alone

Tell me baby all through the night
That you’ll never let me go
Tell me baby cause I want the world to know

Together we were one
We found the place where dreams are made
And hearts never broken
We said we’d never leave
You know we couldn’t turn around
And face that we had left behind

We were young in love
Out on the run
We were cold and all alone

Tell me baby all through the night
That you’ll never let me go
Tell me baby cause I want the world to know
Tell me baby I’m the only one
And you ever need
Tell me baby that you’ll never let me go

Solo

Tell me baby all through the night
That you’ll never let me go
Tell me baby cause I want the world to know
Tell me baby I’m the only one
And you ever need
Tell me baby that you’ll never let me go

Oh baby, you know we couldn’t turn around
Cause we were young up against the world
So tell me, tell that you’ll never let me go
Cause I need your love, and I need it all the time

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This nigga talkin’ crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Guwop*
(Lil Pump, Woah)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a bitch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin’ me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin’ the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin’ out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in [?], Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin’ out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty bitch, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well fuck it, I’m goin’ to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my niggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin’ myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos (dos)
Me tiran tos’ los bandos (prr)
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros (¡uh!)
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ Dickies (Dickies)
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy (Krippy)
Bellaca me pide un Whisky (Whisky, Whisky)
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón (¡heh!)
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump (yeah)
La cartera con la’ avispa’ (prr)
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothafuckin’ anything
Fuck a wedding ring, side bitch, main bitch
Your bitch, his bitch, Savage fuckin’ everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin’ no diamonds
Y’all lil’ niggas poppin’, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still fucked around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ bitch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ bitch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano (Milano)
Botella de champaña en mi mano (en mi mano)
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano (plano, plano)
No juego fútbol (wuh)
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano (Cristiano)
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano (wuh)
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión (ching)
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón (millo’)
Dinero como un talibán (ah)
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van (ping)
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang (gang)
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista (yeh)
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta (‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh)
Solamente se realista (‘tamo’ claro’)
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin’ "Ha" way before Juvi’, mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a nigga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act’ in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin’ raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron "El sonido ‘e la disquera"
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My bitch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I fuck a bitch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no bitch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Intro: RetcH]
Wait, wait, wait a minute
Shout out to them people, people
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people, people
Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now

[Verse 1: Drake]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it, y’all don’t really get it
I pull up in a lemon, blocks get to spinnin’
Money 3D printin’
Never had a limit, never been religious
I just always had opinions
My daddy told me, "Listen
You better get some money and not die and go to prison"
So you see
Yeah, I got rich and stayed free
Free the dawgs doin’ B.I.Ds
I know everybody not like me
Ayy, got the nerve to want a Bentley for her birthday
I said, "Maybe I could rent it for your birthday
Matter of fact I need a favor for the remix
Maybe I can get some 50s for your birthday"
Ayy, get to sneakin’ for you, bae
Say we talk but we ain’t speakin’ every day
And I know you know what P about to say

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Chorus: Rihanna]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five

[Verse 2: Rihanna]
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played
It’s Rihanna, nigga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get it
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me…

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute