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Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife
In my windpipe
I can’t breathe
But I still fight
While I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right
It’s like I’m in flight
High of a love
Drunk from the hate
It’s like I’m huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer
I sufficate
And right before im about to drown
She resuscitates me
She fucking hates me
And I love it
Wait
Where you going
I’m leaving you
No you ain’t
Come back
We’re running right back
Here we go again
It’s so insane
Cause when it’s going good
It’s going great
I’m Superman
With the wind in his bag
She’s Lois Lane
But when it’s bad
It’s awful
I feel so ashamed
I snap
Who’s that dude
I don’t even know his name
I laid hands on her
I’ll never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you’re with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit ’em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills
Used to get ’em
Now you’re getting fucking sick
Of looking at ’em
You swore you’ve never hit ’em
Never do nothing to hurt ’em
Now you’re in each other’s face
Spewing venom
And these words
When you spit ’em
You push
Pull each other’s hair
Scratch, claw, bit ’em
Throw ’em down
Pin ’em
So lost in the moments
When you’re in ’em
It’s the rage that took over
It controls you both
So they say it’s best
To go your separate ways
Guess that they don’t know ya
Cause today
That was yesterday
Yesterday is over
It’s a different day
Sound like broken records
Playin’ over
But you promised her
Next time you’ll show restraint
You don’t get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game
But you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave
Out the window
Guess that’s why they call it window pane

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

Now I know we said things
Did things
That we didn’t mean
And we fall back
Into the same patterns
Same routine
But your temper’s just as bad
As mine is
You’re the same as me
But when it comes to love
You’re just as blinded
Baby please come back
It wasn’t you
Baby it was me
Maybe our relationship
Isn’t as crazy as it seems
Maybe that’s what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is
I love you too much
To walk away though
Come inside
Pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don’t you hear sincerity
In my voice when I talk
Told you this is my fault
Look me in the eyeball
Next time I’m pissed
I’ll aim my fist
At the dry wall
Next time
There will be no next time
I apologize
Even though I know it’s lies
I’m tired of the games
I just want her back
I know I’m a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I’mma tie her to the bed
And set the house on fire

Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that’s alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that’s alright
Because I love
The way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie

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[Intro]
999, oh
Daytrip took it to ten

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna fuck his main bitch (Woah, woah, woah)
I’m just toting on my stainless (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Nigga fuck ya’ and everyone ya’ hang with (Nigga fuck you)
Choppa talking, that bitch speaking spanglish (Gra, gra, gra)
Flex on that bitch like a sit-up, drink Codeine, no liquor (Huh, ya dig)
White mask on my face, I do not fuck with these niggas
You ain’t tough nigga, you’s a fuck nigga (Huh, what else)
My lil’ gun a thottie, load it up, it fuck niggas (Uh huh, fuck)
Perky in my body, I love to bust niggas (Bitch)
Bomb like Kamikaze, this K from Russia ho’ (Gra)
Desert eagle show no love, it just lust niggas (Fuck ’em)
I see all the fuck shit with my eyes closed

[Verse 1]
I’m in the cut getting green like a farmer (Uh, huh)
I put the gun to your head like a barber (Uh, huh)
I fuck in your bitch in a room in Ramada (Uh, huh)
Not at the W, save me some drama (Uh, huh)
I’m taking W’s, no I ain’t not losing (Uh, huh)
Crank that gun like Soulja Boy, you (Uh, huh)
Smoke the strongest marijuana (Uh, huh)
It’ll take you the moon
I’ma admit, I’m taking the shrooms (Woo)
Gun on my hip move dirt like brooms (Yeah)
Shit, I’d rather be rich and mad
Then to be broke and hurt like you (Lil’ bitch)
Long ass barrel, pool stick
Load the clip, lose it
Beat it up, give it a fight
Fuck the bitch, abuse it (Lil’ bitch)

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna fuck his main bitch (Fuck his main bitch)
I’m just toting on my stainless (On my motherfucking)
Nigga fuck ya’ and everyone ya’ hang with (Nigga fuck you)
Choppa talking, that bitch speaking spanglish (Gra gra gra)
Flex on that bitch like a sit-up, drink Codeine, no liquor (Huh, ya dig)
White mask on my face, I do not fuck with these niggas
You ain’t tough nigga, you’s a fuck nigga (Huh, what else)
My lil’ gun a thottie, load it up, it fuck niggas (Uh huh, fuck)
Perky in my body, I love to bust niggas (Yeah I do)
Bomb like Kamikaze, this K from Russia ho’ (Gra)
Desert eagle show no love, it just lust niggas (Fuck ’em)
I see all the fuck shit with my eyes closed (I do)

[Verse 2]
Perks by the case load
Run up on me, case closed (Uh)
I’ma let the K blow
Let the K blow
Fucking on a slut ho’ (Lil’ bitch)
That’s your slut bro
Come and get your slut bro
Yeah she got’s to go
Suck my dick so sloppily
Put the sloppy in sloppy joe
Pull up on the scene, Monopoly
Damn that’s a money [?]
Fuck with me that’s a catastrophe
One million plus two million, bitch do the math for me (Count it up, count it up)
I’m smoking on gas, I’m chilling
These fuck niggas in they feelings (What else)
Mad cause a young nigga stay winning (What else)
Mad cause a young nigga stay shining (What else)
Mad cause a young nigga stay grinning
Take off those fake ass diamonds
Who the fuck you thought you was tricking
Who the fuck you thought you was running up on
You thought a young nigga was slippin’?
Put that bitch in the back of a Beamer
In the cut and I’m toting my nina
Spill lean on my clothes, race to the dry cleaners
I take off in that car like a cheetah
Got a Spanish bitch, that’s my amiga
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I choose hoes nigga (I choose you)

[Chorus]
I’m just tryna fuck his main bitch (I choose you)
I’m just toting on my stainless (I choose you)
Nigga fuck ya’ and everyone ya’ hang with (I choose you)
Choppa talking, that bitch speaking spanglish (I choose you)
Flex on that bitch like a sit-up, drink Codeine, no liquor (Aye)
White mask on my face, I do not fuck with these niggas (Aye, skrt skrt aye)
You ain’t tough nigga, you’s a fuck nigga (Huh, what else)
My lil’ gun a thottie, load it up, it fuck niggas (Gang gang gang)
Perky in my body, I love to bust niggas (Gang gang, gang)
Bomb like Kamikaze, this K from Russia ho’ (Gang gang, gang)
Desert eagle show no love, it just lust niggas (Gang)
I see all the fuck shit with my eyes closed (Gang)

[Outro]
Daytrip took it to ten
Gang
999 that’s the gang
ABK that’s the gang
808 that’s the gang
That’s the gang
That’s the gang
Daytrip took it to ten

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[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, hold up
Got that old coupe outside
Yeah‚ yeah‚ hold up
Got that old coupe outside
That be Maaly Raw
Hold on

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up‚ yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay
She wanna pop up
Break it down‚ then she hop up
Now she givin’ that top up
Drinkin’ McQueen, no Vodka
[?] what she rockin’
Look like her booty talkin’
She got drip like a faucet
We record it then watch it
No, I won’t make a promise
All about makin’ dollars
Make it bounce like Impalas
Ooh you gon’ get me caught up
All that ass‚ I can’t fight the temptation (Okay)
Hard to keep the skirt down when she shake it
In the west, but smokin’ like Jamaicans
Can’t do nothing for her, if she basic
Got her with me rolling up and drankin’
Ass up in the air, the pillow where her face is
Aye, aye, okay

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Open Verse]

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don’t worry ’bout this (Pop some)
Can’t worry ’bout me (I’m tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can’t worry ’bout me, I’m tryna pop some)
I’m tryna lose some (Yeah)
I’m tryna fuck all these bitches (I’m tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Outro]
That be Maaly Raw

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[Intro]
Ay J, you know blud
Like  Adz would say, “ya’know I’m sayin?”
Daily  Duppy
Fanatics
Yo

[Verse]
How  long I been rappin’? Chip been snappin’
Diss  me, I diss myself better, B-Rabbit
Gaucho, I get my steak with some veg’ but I never had my beef and came out cabbaged
Chip  don’t have it, oh, he’s savage
Pot belly on me, yeah the champs’ do damage
Best friend moved to LA, said he saw the bigger picture and he ain’t on the mic, he trappin’
I ain’t oblivious to scales in the room
Boy  it’s piff when I spit off the scale when I boom
Big Chip got the wave, you got the plague, I pray please God keep us out the same rooms
Cah I’m about the good vibes, good life, tryna have a good time
Good guy but tell you what the hood’s like
You must’ve thought I’m a do it by the book guy
I’ma get the money by rook or crook like
I was in the mud, had to climb up for fresh air
Why you think it’s mic’ corn when they step here
Chip’s gonna run out of bars, not even next year
Why is it they wanna see you fall when you get there?
Get where? Get here, money or they get aired
Text Ash like, “yo fam has the cheque cleared?”
Boy I ain’t got a leng but I got a pen
I make a hundred in a year and only drop ten
Niggas can’t gun me
Raskit like Dizzee, nobody spun me
Step correct when I push, gotta love it, haters wan’ touch him
This chain Cuban, security Russian
I ain’t taking no chances
Stand still, see the diamonds just dancin’
Give gyally champagne, more glasses
Couple dry mout’ gyal just glancin’, what drink? Not askin’
It’s cool babe, hold this
Don’t drink if your body can’t hold it
LP, Dom P, I’m on my grown shit
You a wifey or thot babe, own it, it’s cool, I condone it
My mind been zoning, the weed shop that I go stays open
I got a few addictions but I’m coping
Like, sometimes I wanna quit smoking
Nah, fuck that, I’m rolling, I’m fucking bipolar
I don’t need diagnosing, I own up
I love young niggas chatting like olders
Cah boy I was twenty one feelin’ grown up
Now I see the generation gap and how it’s fuckin’ up the culture
Murder me a new rapper, charge it to the culture
Ain’t no pigeon ’bout to play with this vulture
I don’t get comfy, pussy I’m kosher, nobody told ya? Uh
Been reppin’, big spliff, back of the dance, two steppin’
Olders and youngers who call man a legend
Respect the R9’s and CR7’s
Cah Chip had tek then and got tek now
We don’t tek’ chat, he’ll make a boy tek’, bow
Everyobody claiming thrones, want the top chair
Stop it, the scene was poppin’ before you got here
I just got haters, I ain’t got rivals
I don’t like Christmas, me, I do Guy Fawkes
Rap game, washing machine, it’s all cycles
Niggas should be spittin’, they be tryna go viral
Newbies going at idols, clinical cycle
Been a while, yeah, I seen what time do
Married to the game, no homo
You wanna do ring? Nigga you’ll see what I do
I ain’t Tyson, I don’t bite man, prep up
But I’m Tyson, I get knocked down, get up
Man know the motto, been cash, man pen up
Rap game jarring but I ain’t quite fed up
I ain’t even talkin’ ’bout jarring youts
When I say fed up, I mean more food
I get the pen, start barking tunes
Stuck in your head like the Barking tune
We don’t spark, we bark these zoots
They’re no bite, we’ll bark these yutes
Who’s the young G that came through with the OG’s that can still out bar these yutes
Sitting here with this Gelato three five
I quit rappin’ before I’m three five
Your lyrical levels are knee high
Can’t kick up a beat like… like… rampin’

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[Intro]
Well we must be some zanies and fools
To  take a gamble on this love just like we do
What  a wonderfully crazy thing to do
Love like mine that we were powerless to choose
I’m so powerful every time I look at you
No  memory of anything I couldn’t do
It’s  possible, so possible

[Interlude: Chance the Rapper]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah,  yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
Once upon a time I wasn’t sure of myself
I would always claim I never had no help
Look into the mirror, the most unfair of all
Hit  the Player’s Ball, it was unbearable
Another big birthday, another milestone
To make your birthstone feel like rhinestone
The caterpillars that had burrowed inside my belly
Started to flutter before I learned how to fly
I had a bunch of midlife crises ‘fore I turned 25
The teachers put me in the back where I was learning to hide
‘Cause when the teachers call you special, that’s a perfect disguise
I had to bury all the dancing that would burgeon inside
I got quiet, thought the silence was the perfect reply
I turn to Casper any time a nigga turn on the slide
Until I turned up at the talent show, a permanent high
I had Jesus behind the wheel before I learned how to drive
‘Cause it’s press

[Chorus]
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible
It’s possible

[Verse 2: Chance the Rapper]
Once upon a time, a lady who tried twice
At being a good wife and giving a good life
To both of her lil’ girls with ballerina tights
She called up the RE/MAX and opened her own site
Clothes and open houses, hired her own type
Alimony is phony, she paid for her own flights
Crazy office parties, she’s throwin’ ’em inside
And my mama sealed my fate when she opened the invite
The lady had a plan, she knew it all in advance
The party was a good mixture of employees and friends
She told the people comin’ to make sure they bring their kids
Yeah, bring some food, but just make sure you bring your kids
After we arrived and after standing around
The lady take the glass and told us gather around
For a special performance from her daughters, she said it proud
But tonight they not my daughters, tonight they Destiny’s Child
Out from the back came three lil’ survivors
In formation, choreo tighter
One on the left, I think I might like her
One on the left, I think I might love her
Lady just folds her arms, rubs her hands
All of the lessons, learn how to dance
All of these moments left up to chance
Everything will go right as it can
It’s possible

[Chorus]
It’s possible
It’s possible
(Vous allez accomplir, vous allez accomplir, allez)
It’s possible (Tu t’a grandé)
It’s possible (Tu t’a grandé)
It’s possible
It’s possible

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Once upon a time, I had carats supplied
To a pair of fair rings I would share with the bride
Every kiss begins with clear cut clarity sides
They were forever, but marriage had an apparent decline
Now we live in fear of doin’ what our parents was tryin’
So every Rapunzel don’t got the kind of hair you can climb
Every since they lost a slipper, every pair that they find
They say these boots were made for dancing like Mary J. Blige
We live a life apart, life so hard
Life’ll never really end up like the start
We learn together how the back door feels
And we was jumping over brooms in tobacco fields
We was the same, all black folks still
Until the white man found out black votes steal elections
So they legitimized us, but behind us
It’s still black folks at the back door still
For every small increment liberated, our women waited
And all they privacy been invaded
Almost every trade I got through the slave owner
Dark skin, brown, nose round, but the Bennett made it
Now I wanna give it to her, Sierra Leone, serenade
Sometimes love come with its own barricade
Sometimes love just gotta hold, marinate
Let it hold, let it wait, here it go, here it go

[Chorus]
It’s possible (It’s possible)
It’s possible (It’s possible)
(Vous allez accomplir, vous allez accomplir, allez)
It’s possible (Tu t’a grandé)
It’s possible (Tu t’a grandé)
It’s possible
It’s possible

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayy, yo
Once upon a time, a girl from Trinidad
Had to fly to Canada and sneak into the land
Of the free and of the brave, feet under the sand
And I came in realizing nothing free in the land
Dreams of making money, had to split it with Sam
All that Making the Band, yeah, I could’ve did it, but damn
Had to really be on the come-up, had to stick to the plan
Went from rockin’ with Fendi, now Fendi know I’m a brand
That’s how God do, I’m in your top two
And I ain’t number two, conquered rap, then the pop too
You gon’ stop who? Get off cock, dude
Since “Itty Bitty Piggy,” giving bitches what they bop to
I met my husband when I was 17 out in Queens
If you love it, let it go, now I know what that means
While he was up North for a body
I bodied everybody and got known for my body
My nigga home now, he the Clyde to my Bonnie
‘Bout to walk down the aisle and be a mommy
Ooh, I remember when I cried like, “Why me?”
Now I wouldn’t exchange my life for Armani
Sometimes I feel like I’m dreaming and then it hits me
Gotta remember who I am when it slips me
Kids running up to the car yelling, “Nicki”
All my bad bitches, I know that y’all with me
Fuck they thought was sittin’ in my seat?
Got a big bowl of ice cream sitting in my Jeep
Got some felons that’ll put you on ice, so don’t sleep
‘Bout to dead this whole beef and rock some gold teeth

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
It’s possible, it’s possible
It’s possible to me