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[Chorus: Poo Bear]
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality

[Verse 1: Poo Bear]
Should’ve been adjusted to my life
Had the opportunity to stay and wait for the last time
Now you’re standin’ right in front of me
It hurts me to know that I lied
Tryna protect your feelings
You been in between the lines
Hope your heart has started healing

[Chorus: Poo Bear]
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality

[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
Don’t be afraid to stand alone
Don’t be afraid to stand outside your comfort zone
I know it’s hard away from home
And it ain’t easy all alone
Relationships over the phone
Talkin’ to your significant other all night long

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality…
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality

[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
Love and death are quite similar
How they come and go like cat burglars
Reality is kinda hard to face
Like actual facts is to flat-earthers
Rain’s a requirement for flowers to grow
And pain’s a requirement for power to grow
It’s a miracle how one could change from one what was just hours ago
Such is life though, it’s just a cycle
The bigger picture and the smaller picture
Exactly same, it’s macro, micro
Crack yo’ atom and let yo’ light glow
One day, you could be the king of pop
Then the next one just be wack ol’ Michael
It’s human nature, just like he told us
Let’s face reality, crack the cycle

[Verse 4: Poo Bear]
Know it hurts to see the truth in your face
Circumstances bring you down to your knees
Go on and cry an ocean, but don’t drown in it
Enough to put your heart at ease
Oh, don’t lose your self esteem
I apologise, for being a man
It’s way harder than what it seems

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Poo Bear]
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality, oh, oh (reality)
Even though you might get mad at me, oh, oh (you might get mad at me, but I’ll be at your bedside)
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality
Sometimes it’s hard to face reality

[Jacquees:]
Let me lick you up and down
‘Til you stay stop
Let me play with your body, baby
Make you real hot
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
Tell me why
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you

[Nelly:]
Uh, yeah
Pretty lady, nice to meet you
My name is Nelly and you’re?
She said, "Baby, you don’t need to
You know I know who you are"
Soon as you pulled up, I peeped you
Lace dress, all see through
Get to talkin’ ’bout her boyfriend
Ain’t tryna hear ’bout other people
Think she said he was a ball player
But all his plays under review
Four play, that’s a preview
Round two, that’s the sequel
Baby, I can keep a secret
He ain’t gotta know what we do
We low as the ground
Call me when he ain’t around

[Jacquees:]
Let me lick you up and down
‘Til you stay stop, stop
Let me play with your body, baby
Make you real hot (you hot)
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
Tell me why
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you

[Nelly:]
Uh, uh, yeah
Quit tryna hide all that freakin’, yeah
I’m fantasizin’ ’bout freakin’ you
I’ma need ’bout a week or two
Pretty pussy playin’ peekaboo
Got some ideas on what we can do
I’m talkin’ ’bout the unspeakable
You’re sendin’ your silhouette
It’s amazin’ we ain’t on a pillow yet
‘Cause the way that you got me hypnotized
You came with your girls and I’m with the guys
Girl, call the valet, they go get the ride
Then it’s straight to my place for a different vibe
I swear you ain’t never seen thicker guys
Got plans, unless you wanna improvise
Right now, don’t make a sound
You know who wearin’ the crown

[Jacquees:]
Let me lick you up and down
‘Til you stay stop (no, I never gon’ stop, never gon’ stop)
Let me play with your body, baby
Make you real hot (make you hot, make you hot, make you hot)
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do (that a nigga wan’ do)
Tell me why
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you

You, I know I know what you like
You, shawty, you ain’t gotta hide it
Pull that to the side, and let me get inside

Let me lick you up and down
‘Til you stay stop (no, I never gon’ stop, never gon’ stop)
Let me play with your body, baby
Make you real hot (make you hot, make you hot, make you hot)
Let me do all the things that a nigga wan’ do
Tell me why
‘Cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you

[Intro]
Oh, you think you’re fancy now? That uh, what is that on your wrist there, uh? That a Rolex?
(Git, git, git, git, git, git)

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 1: Belly]
Look, we out there livin’ with the same pain
My dogs bleed from the same veins
Don’t come around if you can’t hang
I’m everything that you lames ain’t
A little change can’t change me
20 years with the same gang
20 years, no off days
No days off, and I maintain
Bowlin’ crazy with the hang time (swish, swish)
Same time
Way back before Maybachs (skrrt, skrrt)
I swear I always had the same drive (woo)
Pumpin’ stuck off the mud
Bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain’t fly, you on standby
I got something that you can’t buy
My older brother, call him rider man
My little brother had the vitamins
My baby brother, he been spazzin’ lately
My mama happy, she been laughin’ lately
First class, two tones
My queen need two thrones
Almost wound up in a group home
Who’s this? New phone

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain

[Verse 2: NAV]
Hey, look, AP, bust down Rollie, plain Jane
Me and Belly XO same team, same gang (woah)
Let my nuts summer chain hang (woah)
In the Mulsane havin’ mood swings
30 millimeters ain’t nothing
Watch how my wrist and my neck bling
Stackin’ up, countin’ my blessings
Wedding bands ain’t got no wedding (Woah, yeah)
I just spent a cool 60 on my wristwear (yeah)
Man, I want 10 plain Janes, wanna be like Ric Flair (woo)
My blood diamonds cost me blood and sweat and tears (woo)
Now my mind and all my stones are crystal clear (yeah)
Fake watch busters, ain’t never bustin’ me (nope)
Everyone of my jewelers get paid, they trust in me (yeah)
Took a lean nap, had a dream ’bout a custom piece
I hit up Elliot, he said that he gon’ get it done for me

[Chorus: Belly]
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)
Bust down, Rollie
Audemaur, plain Jane
Blow dank, pour drank
Every day, same thing
‘Cause we just out here tryna maintain
(same thing)

[Outro: Belly]
Look, yeah, yeah

[Intro]
Uh, uh

[Pre-Chorus 1]
I can feel the bass
From the ceiling to the basement
I don’t feel a thing
Get the fuck up out my face, bitch
I don’t feel a thing
(Yeah I’m faded, yeah I’m shaded)
I don’t feel a thing
I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass

[Chorus]
Distorted, distorted records
Distorted, distorted records
Distorted records, distorted records
Distorted records

[Verse]
First things first, I done heard the worst things
Like if I’ma be top ten, mine’s better be the first name
Out your mouth or even worth saying
Little niggas is my offsprings
They deserve a niggas, first name, middle name, third name
From another planet, Birthplace
Cloud 9, hello earthlings
Our newest president an asshole
I guess that’s why I’m leaving turd stains
Ex used to stay with bad ‘tings
All they listened to was bird things
My girl never liked the bad brains
Foreign hoes got the fur brains
Everything I do ground breaking
Big body make the floor break
Big bass make the world shake
Flacko out here causing earthquakes

[Pre-Chorus 2]
I can feel the bass, I can see the fakes
Word to T.D. Jakes, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin
Get put in place, I’m about the bank
Comma, dollar signs, I’m about my Franklins
I can feel the bass

[Chorus]
Distorted, distorted records
Distorted, distorted records
Distorted, distorted records
Distorted records

[Intro]
Bring that shit back man
We got to do that one man, I like that one
My boy T said that’s it
I really just be stressin’ myself on all this shit
That’s all I really be doin’, you feel me?
Uh, uh, huh, nah, yeah, the trust is fucked up (my trust is fucked up)
She really fucked up (she really fucked up)
Just when I tried to fuck her (I tried to fuck her)
She tryna act the fuck up (she act the fuck up)
So I had to back the fuck up (I back the fuck up)
Had to run them racks the fuck up (racks)
Nah, bitch

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (nah bitch)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (uh-uh)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (yeah ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (yeah my kids)
Who let slimeball get in? (yeah I’m in now)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (big in)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (that’s that back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (turnt up)
And I just got a couple backends (couple backs in)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (hahahah)

[Verse 1]
It don’t matter, nigga ain’t gon’ change (yeah)
My money runnin’ up right now (right now)
Your bitch wanna fuck right now (right now)
Lame ass nigga run it up right now (run it up)
All these goddamn bucks right now
I got big bucks, big shotgun nigga, big bucks
I’ll fill a nigga up like what the fuck (damn, what the fuck?)
Yeah, his bitch wanna fuck, he didn’t have a clue (well damn)
Yeah, now, what you gon’ do when a big slime come through? (Big Bag)
What you gon’ do when your bitch wanna come through? (Big Bag)
What you gon’ do when that money come through? (Big Bag)
See you with the money, make a bitch go and do (yeah)
Damn y’all some hating ass niggas (yeah)
Damn y’all some lame ass niggas (yeah)
Shady ass, shady ass, shady ass, foo ass, lame ass nigga
I fuck on your ho, damn
Lame ass nigga didn’t know, damn (didn’t know)
Anyway, yeah, anyway (he ain’t have no clue)
Yeah, anyways (he ain’t have no clue)
What you tell ’em slime?
Yeah, anyway (they ain’t have no clue)
Woo (that’s another No Clue, woo)

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
Who let slimeball get in? (big slime)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)

[Verse 2]
Back to the daily (daily)
The streets yeah they pay me (yeah they pay me)
Fuck on your ho, your old lady (your old lady)
Skeet in her, let’s have a baby (a baby)
In the kitchen whippin’ babies (babies)
Slime sellin’ all the babies (the babies)
Crack fiends goin’ crazy (crazy)
I’m a real street nigga
East Atlanta but I wasn’t born in Grady (I swear)
Nigga be hatin’, fugazi (fugazi)
Chopper go Slim Shady (blaow)
I been sellin’ Slim Shady, yeah (Slim Shady)
Your ho wanna suck my babies (my babies), yeah yeah yeah
And I like that shit (and I like that shit), yeah yeah
That’s a white lil bitch (that’s alright lil bitch), yeah yeah yeah yeah
That’s a right lil bitch, yeah (yeah that right lil bitch), yeah
And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes
(And I know, and I know y’all niggas some hoes)
And I know y’all, know y’all pockets ain’t swole
(And I know, and I know y’all pockets ain’t swole)
And I know y’all mad, y’all hate on Big Bag
(Y’all know y’all niggas still hate on Big Bag)
‘Cause Big Bag, yeah he got big bags (big bags)
All of this money, I gotta do the dash (yeah)
Two hundred on the dash (yee-uum)
All of this money, your bitch wanna fuck
Two hundred, yeah that’s cash, yeah (she like that)
Yeah, why you count do that? (do that)
Big slimeball why you do that? (why you do that?)
Geekin’ in your ho, all on her (all up in her cootie)
Slappin’ on her booty (yeah)

[Chorus]
She like damn, they don’t wanna fuck with me no more (damn)
Damn I don’t wanna fuck no more (damn)
Bitch ain’t no callin’ my phone (girl say what?)
Hell no slime, don’t wanna come push up (uh-uh)
Late night, twelve o’clock (twelve o’clock)
She say slime I wanna ride your knob (I wanna ride your knob)
I say bitch go’n suck these nuts (suck these nuts)
Here you go ho, you wanna suck my rocks (yeah suck my rocks)
Yeah ya dig (ya dig)
All these hoes wanna suck my kids (uh-huh)
Who let slimeball get in? (big slime)
Beat that ho from the back, big in (uh-huh)
Backwood bitch, yeah back in (back end)
At the club, yeah turnt up (yeah I’m turnt)
And I just got a couple backends (yeah I’m turnt up)
Nigga wanna hate ’cause my racks in (’cause my racks in)
Still hatin’ nigga from back then (back then)

[Outro]
But you’ll be alright though, you feel me
‘Cause eventually you’ll catch up and you’ll get you some money
But until then, you feel me
Uh, yeah, in there, uh
Uh, yeah, in there, uh, ooh
But when I want to though