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Verse 1:
My eyes are shut
Sleep too much
Probably should get up but what’s the rush
Brush my teeth
But not my hair
I used to for you but now I don’t care

Pre-Chorus:
Watching the clock from the sofa
I just wish you would come over

Chorus:
All of my friends said don’t worry I promise you’ll be fine
Now I’m alone and I’m lost in my phone with this free time
I used to spend it with you
All of the stupid shit we used to do
Now that you’re tied up
I’m tired of all of this free time

Verse 2:
I can make some toast
I could watch a show
I could go for a walk but I probably won’t
I can do anything I put my mind to if I tried to but I-

Pre-Chrous:
Just watching the clock from the sofa
I just wish you would come over

Chorus:
All of my friends said don’t worry I promise you’ll be fine
But now I’m alone and I’m lost in my phone with this free time
I used to spend it with you
All of the stupid shit we used to do
Now that you’re tied up
I’m tired

Bridge:
Of all of this freedom
Thought it was all that I needed
Thought I’d be cool with you leaving
Maybe I was wrong
_ since you’re gone

Chorus:
All of my friends said don’t worry I promise you’ll be fine
But now I’m alone and I’m lost in my phone with this free time
I used to spend it with you
All of the stupid shit we used to do
Now that you’re tied up
I’m tired of all of this free time
I’m tired of all of this free time
I’m tired of all of this free time
I’m tired of all of this free time

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[Intro]
Sykes, Sykes

[Chorus: SJ, Bandokay & Double Lz]
I’m in the back of this car, no taxi, sadly, I beg a man please try mad me
You’ll see this hand ting get handy, live-O corn when I slap this gladly
One in the head, jump out and get tappy, I didn’t catch him, I didn’t go back happy
Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys, bally up, spot man and get splashy
Switch, you don’t wanna see switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch
The sweet ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick
Telling me she rates my songs and dick, back Rambos, not a fan of the flicks
This .38 hand ting holds 6, like Turna, with bae I can’t slip
I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade
Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge
If you don’t see no one at tops, no comments, we’re circling Turnpike Lane
Tryna just ching man out of their J’s, ay, bro said he’s holding the clutch then brake

[Verse 1: Double Lz]
Bros two tap to keeps on squeezing, sneezing, this is the shotgun season
Get back gang with the dottys revealing, S slapped it, jumped out and beat it
Gang dem crash, no Flight of the Phoenix, two in the dots for five of these ediats
Shh got cheffed up and then left bleeding, lack on the road, that’s normal procedures
These opp boys must’ve gone coo-coo ’cause I’m really on drills, no fibs
Mans holding a fuck off chings if you see Double Lz, step round with a limp
Always two guns up in the whip, slap that quick, watch his whole body twitch
Don’t think you can ride on the Nizz, man slide right back in a tinted whip

[Verse 2: SJ]
If I slap this corn out the hand ting, it’s a mad ting if I press this trigger
6 man squashed in this dinger, chest shot chinger, jump out gang with this spinner
This opp thot come way too inna cah her friend got shot, she don’t know who’s the driller
To all the opp boys, it’s your friend we bill up, no reaction, they don’t ride for their nigga
I’m in the O, ten toes with my soldiers, I don’t beef my age, I got beef with olders
Man crash this corn off motors, this shotgun slaps and it flings my shoulder
Tion Wayne is a fucking joker, come carni tryna spill juice, that’s soaker
Buck [?], he tried run with his poker, he’s with DV and they both got poked up

[Verse 3: Bandokay]
Yo, I’m tryna do it like Boogs, fling blades in hoods but they got broski on the case
This shotgun come long like Grace, half it-half it so it comes in the rave
On the stage with H, big shank on my waist, so I’m in N9 with my mates
Gang changing plates, tape of your estates then head back to the base
This sweet one keeps talking ’bout dates, if I slap this gauge, whole neighbourhood awakes
Bro Kush put his foot on the brakes, my driller backed it and try hit that face
If we can’t see H then we gon’ get blades, either way it works both ways
Bros drunk off [?] got corn for days so I don’t get blammed on the mains

[Chorus: SJ, Bandokay & Double Lz]
I’m in the back of this car, no taxi, sadly, I beg a man please try mad me
You’ll see this hand ting get handy, live-O corn when I slap this gladly
One in the head, jump out and get tappy, I didn’t catch him, I didn’t go back happy
Pattys, pattys, some fucking pattys, bally up, spot man and get splashy
Switch, you don’t wanna see switch up off the moped with a stick, no witch
The zoo ones stepped out in drip, three balls in her tongue, this brown skins thick
Telling me she rates my songs and dick, back Rambos, not a fan of the flicks
This .38 hand ting holds 6, like Turna, with bae I can’t slip
I can talk on bare mans name, 15, that was me on the ride with my blade
Then the next two rides man went on the wap got brought, the spinner and the gauge
If you don’t see no one at tops, no comments, we’re circling Turnpike Lane
Tryna just ching man out of their J’s, ay, bro said he’s holding the clutch then brake

[Outro]
Sykes, Sykes

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[Verse 1: Ezra Koenig & Danielle Haim]
We go together like sound and sight
Black and white, day and night
We go together like left and right
Oh, we go together
We go together like give and take
Pains and aches, real and fake
We go together, don’t be opaque
It’s clear we go together

[Chorus: Ezra Koenig & Danielle Haim]
We belong together
We belong together
Baby, there’s no use in being clever
Baby, it don’t mean we’ll stay together

[Verse 2: Ezra Koenig, Danielle Haim & Both]
We go together like pots and pans
Surf and sand, bottles and cans
We go together like lions and lambs
Oh, we go together
We go together like Keats and Yeats
Bowls and plates, days and dates
We stay united like these old states
It’s how we go together

[Chorus: Ezra Koenig, Ezra Koenig & Danielle Haim]
We belong together
We belong together
Baby, there’s no use in being clever
Baby, it don’t mean we’ll stay together

[Outro: Ezra Koenig]
Hallelujah, you’re still mine
All I did was waste your time
If there’s not some grand design
How’d this pair of stars align?

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When I was young, I was told I’d find
One rich man in ten has a satisfied mind
And I’m the one

100 to one says I wouldn’t react
But I’m the 1 in 100 who would swing right back
Yes, I’m the one

Thousands of steps and staircases to climb
Thousands of men you’d most likely decline
And yet I’m the one

10,000 to 1, could I possibly bet?
I’m compelled by your love and I haven’t lost yet
Clearly, you’re the one

One in a million don’t mean what it meant
And these millions of gold coins don’t gleam when they’re spent
You’re left with none

Ten million dollars could win the whole lot
But if ten million dollars is all that you got
You won’t be the one

Hundreds of millions of papers to sign
Hundreds of millions of souls left behind
And yet, we’re the ones

A billion to one, don’t the odds make you sick?
To be one in a billion’s a terrible trick
You’re the wretched one

When I was young, I was told I’d find
One rich man in ten has a satisfied mind
And I’m the one

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[Intro]
Father, forgive me

[Verse]
I’m staring at this Bible as I keep glancing
Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers
Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage
Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping
A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing
We supposed to be your children, I thought we family
You’re supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need answers
We don’t need to die young, we just need chances
Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling
Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing
We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis
Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed’s planted
Everywhere I turn, I’m seeing emcees vanish
Lot of good niggas gone, I don’t understand it
Lot of families lost and they seem stranded
I ain’t tryna disrespect you, I just need answers
I know you’re watching us from heaven thinking, “Who to save?”
Cherry pickin’ who should go next and who should stay
I’d be on my way to heaven if I knew the way
And bring back every good nigga you choose to take
They say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes
‘Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should trade
Trade us back all the real ones, remove the fakes
I think you should trade
Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!)
Let the legend resurrect and he gon’ live for good (Ooh!)
I been screaming “Thug life “in every different hood (Thug life, thug life)
If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would
Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us triple X
Take that nigga Trump with you, that’s a bigger threat
There’s too much power for a coward with no intellect
That’s a bigot with a collar, there’s a disconnect
Niggas dying, Mama crying, Grandma need a tissue
Niggas shootin’ up a church, now I need a pistol
All them niggas still livin’, you don’t see the issue
But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you?
I ain’t tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord)
I ain’t tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord)
Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord)
Send them suckers straight to hell, they don’t need a vigil (Woo!)
I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!)
Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly
R.I.P. Lil Snupe, give that boy his life back
Take Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back
I’m sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back
They say I’m on the wrong train, I know I’m on the right track (Yeah)
‘Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna fight back
Zimmerman walk around free, we don’t like that (We don’t like that)
Why you take our mothers from us?
Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us?
Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin’
Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us?
Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us
This a fuckin’ marathon, but they runnin’ from us
Now everybody got guns, nigga’s up to something
And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something
You know it’s not fair, tell the truth, I’ve been in my feelings too
But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof
At least take James Holmes, I ain’t even mad at that
Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back
Feds want me in the slammer, damn
Ain’t no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan
Lord, if you listenin’, I’m just lookin’ for a hand to hand
Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again
Drownin’ in my tears, tryna pray for something (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us (Woo!)
Wonder why you give us family then erase them from us (Woo!)
Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah)
Maybe I’m just probably tripping ’cause I need a hug (I need a hug)
The hood can’t find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug)
Everybody and their mama tryna be a thug
I don’t go to church ’cause I’m afraid of being judged
I’ve been starin’ at the ceiling as I lie in bed
Watchin’ niggas follow trends like Simon Says (Yeah)
I pray you give us back the real ones and try again
Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead
Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive
Laura Ingraham laughin’ at death and disrespectin’
I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson
Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings
I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention
Cost too much to pay attention, then it got expensive
Father forgive me, for I know not what I do
And now I’m reachin’ out to you, hopin’ you hear me and return the message
I know that you got our back and that you’re not against us
Or maybe you just love us so you doin’ shit to test us
I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us
They say that the good die young and I ain’t on the guest list
I’ve been drinkin’, Lord forgive me, it’s my blood racin’
I don’t know what I’m thinking, I’m just frustrated
I don’t mean to question you, I’m just confused
I don’t know what else to do, I’ve been patient and it sucks waiting
Took my mans from me, that forever hurts
But puttin’ the blame on you, that’d never work
I know this ain’t your fault, it’s the devil’s work
Devil’s work