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[Verse 1]
You don’t like sports and I don’t like dresses
Luckily for us, our parents got the message
Always say "No" to combat my yeses
You know me better than I give you credit
People say we look the same, but I don’t think we do
Maybe that’s a consequence of sharing the same womb
Clashed like the band, but now we’re back stronger
While we’re both young yet still a bit older

[Chorus]
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
Just like I oughta, yeah

[Verse 2]
From the same divorce and from the same wedding
We couldn’t help that marriage ending
Mothers and fathers don’t last forever
We don’t get a choice, so let’s stick together

[Chorus]
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
Just like I oughta, yeah

[Bridge]
Ooh, things could get heavy
But I know, I know, I know, I know
I know we’re starting again

[Verse 3]
I play guitar and you ride a skateboard
You ask me questions like I’m a magic 8-ball
I’m your big sister, you’re my little brother
Things are never perfect but I wouldn’t want another

[Chorus]
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
Just like I oughta, yeah
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
I love you like a brother, just like I oughta
Just like I oughta, yeah

[Verse 1: Lajon Witherspoon, John Connolly, & Morgan Rose]
I’m no stranger
To this thing called war
Just a person starving
(Stranger, stranger)
What makes us human
Becomes a ghost
I can barely breathe in
(All I see is war!)

[Chorus 1: Lajon Witherspoon, John Connolly, Vinnie Hornsby, & Morgan Rose]
I never knew what you needed
I just know I’m wrong
I know its hard for you to believe
I’m gonna die whole
(Watch the hate you feed)
Hold your own
(Watch the hate you feed)

[Verse 2: Lajon Witherspoon, John Connolly, & Morgan Rose]
I’m just a passenger you’ve never seen before
Inside a shell that’s dying
(Fading hatred)
What makes us do this?
We can’t ignore
I can almost taste it
(All I see is war!)

[Chorus 2: Lajon Witherspoon, John Connolly, Vinnie Hornsby, & Morgan Rose]
I never knew what you needed
I just know I’m wrong
I know its hard for you to believe
I’m gonna die whole (I’m gonna die!)
(Watch the hate you feed)
Hold your own
(Watch the hate you feed)

[Guitar Solo: Clint Lowery]

[Chorus 1: Lajon Witherspoon, John Connolly, Vinnie Hornsby, & Morgan Rose]
I never knew what you needed
I just know I’m wrong
I know its hard for you to believe
I’m gonna die whole
(Watch the hate you feed)
Hold your own
(Watch the hate you feed)

[Outro: Lajon Witherspoon, Vinnie Hornsby, & Morgan Rose]
Hold
(Watch the hate you feed)
Hold your own
(Watch the hate you feed)

I only call when I’m alone
I only call when I’m alone

I only call when I’m alone
I only call when I’m alone

Touch me in the morning
I’ll tell you while you’re moaning, baby
There’s something in this water
So drink it ’til you’re falling for me
Touch me in the morning
I’ll tell you while you’re moaning, baby
There’s something in this water
So drink it ’til you’re falling for me

Touch me in the morning
Touch me in the morning

I only call when I’m alone
I only call when I’m alone
I only call when I’m alone
I only call when I’m alone

Touch me in the morning

Touch me in the morning
I’ll tell you while you’re moaning, baby
There’s something in this water
So drink it ’til you’re falling for me
Touch me in the morning
I’ll tell you while you’re moaning, baby
There’s something in this water
So drink it ’til you’re falling for me

Touch me in the
Touch me in the
Touch me in the
Touch me in the
Touch me in the morning

Trumpets cry warnings from heaven
The virgin dressed with the sun
With the moon on her feet
On her head a garland of twelve stars
Being with a child she cries
For the birth of a king

War horns the sign of the times
Break through the silent cries

Petrified, I’m facing the rapture
Choking on tears, the prophecy fulfills
The angels arise announcing the gathering
The wages of sin are for all who live to see

War horns the sign of the times
Break through the silent cries
Visions from prophets unveiled
All burns in the lake of fire

Fire will be raining from the sky
The sun will be darkened
The moon will not give its light
The stars will fall
And the powers of heaven are shaken
That’s when the son of man
Will arise in the clouds

War horns the sign of the times
Break through our silent cries
Visions from prophets unveil
All burns in the lake of fire

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Denzel ’bout to bring the pain, uh-huh
Flowin’ like I’ve never seen a drain, uh-huh
Undertaker and my nigga Kane, uh-huh
Hardest tag-team in the game, uh-huh
ULT that be the campaign, uh-huh
Doin’ stupid shit to get a name, uh-huh
Me to you, don’t be the one to blame, uh-huh
Stupid niggas get alot of fame, uh-huh
I don’t fuck with you ’cause you a lame, uh-huh
Smack a pussy nigga out the frame, uh-huh
Spin kick leaf hurricane, uh-huh
Hit a nigga with the novacane, uh-huh
Knock-out, uh, rock-out, uh
Denny got some shit to air the block out, uh
Lock-out, uh, knock-out, uh
He done with the work, now it’s time to clock-out, uh

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
I run the game, ain’t no time out (yeah)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (uh)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (yeah)
I run the game, ain’t no time out (yeah)

[Verse 2: IDK]
PG nigga, no point guard
Where them niggas still shoot to make a point, uh
Dodgin’ all the pigs, no oink oink, uh
Do a five-year bid for the points, uh
Come back, feel the pain in his voice, uh
Tatted up, put the shank on a hoist, uh
Shank shank for the bank when the boy start (yeah)
Now we back doin’ 10 in the joint, uh
That’s the story though, only 15 with the .30 and the .40
More kills for the bills
No chill how the story go
He don’t know his father but he’ll never go to Maury though
He about to overload
Check your pockets, 40 low
Click and clock with .44
If he hear an undertone, cock it back and let it go
Front page, centerfold, mugshot, there he go
I know how the story go, you can read it in the post

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (what?)
I run the game, ain’t no time out (yeah)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (uh)
Bitch better run out or die now (okay)
Bitch better fly out the buy out (yeah)
I run the game, ain’t no time out (yeah)