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[Intro: Tank]
When we
When we
Mmm
When we
Go

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
I love the way you fuck me
I love the way you fuck me
But you don’t understand its way more than fucking
When I fuck you
I would cross the ocean for you
Stroking through the ocean for you
And then I rub the lotion on you
You got a lot of lotion on you
I want to see the moon shine on you
Can I see the moon shine on you?
A little more lotion on you
Tryna take my time on you
Baby tell me

[Pre-Chorus: Tank & Trey Songz]
Who came to make sweet love? Not me
Who came to kiss and hug? Not me
Who came to beat it up? Rocky
And don’t use those hands to put up that gate and stop me

[Chorus: Tank & Trey Songz]
When we fuck
When we fuck
When we fuck (oh)
When we fuck (oh)
I could be aggressive (I could be)
I can be a savage (I can be )
I just need your blessin (I just need your)
Say that I can have it, yeah
When we fuck
When we fuck

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Hit it on the stairs, then I smack it to the room
Head that coochie leaking, lick it all on my Gucci shoes
Kissing on your neck, tell me that I’m too deep
Need to tell your ex to leave you alone, he a creep
Ass up, face down
Ride me like a pony
These niggas so funny
Treat you like a trophy
You know I picked up when the phone ring
You know I go deep till I make you scream
You say my D-Game I’m amazing
Oh, D-Game go strong
Fuck it up all night long
Beat it up, get piped down
Oh, D-Game go strong
Fuck it up all night long
Beat it up, get piped down

[Chorus: Tank]
I could be aggressive (I could be aggressive)
I can be a savage (I can be a savage)
I just need your blessin (I just need your blessin)
Say that I can have it (Say that I can have i)
When we fuck
When we fuck

[Bridge: Tank]
Face down, ass up
Imma pull all of my face in
You cumin’ while I keep tasting
Now I’m breaking in, you a big girl you take it?
I’ma layin, I think I love you I’m sayin’ it
It’s that kind of fucking that will make you make me No.1 on your list
It’s that kind of fucking that I make you question who have been fucking whip
You got plenty miles and baggage
But I could still make you a savage
Sponsor you make you the baddest
Have you screamin’ out "you can have it"

[Chorus: Tank]
When we fuck
When we fuck (we fuck)
When we fuck (fucking you darl’)
When we fuck
I could be aggressive
I can be a savage
I just need your blessin’ (I just need your blessin’)
Say that I can have it, yeah
When we fuck (fuckin’ around)
When we fuck

[Outro: Tank]
More fucking remix
T, T and T

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Sandy Hook, Stoneman Douglas, another lone wolf gunman
Sometimes I don’t know what this world has come to, it’s blowin’ up
This whole country is goin’ nuts and the NRA is in our way
They’re responsible for this whole production, they hold the strings to control the puppets
And they threaten to take away donor bucks
So they know the government won’t do nothin’ and no one’s budgin’, gun owners’ clutchin’
Their loaded weapons, they love their guns more than our children
Shh, I think another one just entered in our buildin’, and we’ll be…

[Chorus: Kehlani]
Ashes blowin’ in the air
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
‘Cause the skies are black
But our heart’s made of gold
Fuck doin’ what you’re told
We’re goin’ nowhere fast

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I feel sorry for this beat, sympathy pains for this track
This road is takin’ me back
Down memory lane with this rap
I can still look out in this crowd, be wowed and be taken aback
I’m simply stating a fact
I had Wembley Stadium packed
But now we’re on a path headed to nowhere and fast
Another terrorist attacks
Like a tariff blows half of Madison Square up, alas
We perish in the blast
But that isn’t scaring us, we pass
Nowhere we’re fearless, ’cause we’re just—

[Chorus: Kehlani & Eminem]
Ashes blowin’ in the air
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah
(We don’t give a… no, no)
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
The skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold (golden)
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Fuck doin’ what you’re told, act like a two-year-old
Shit is soon to go kaboom and blow anyways; for MC’s it’s a funeral
When I’m devisin’ this rhyme, ’cause I’m awake and you’re mourning
That’s why I rise and I shine like a new day has dawned on me
Gusto, guts, bravado, nuts and plus I kick up dust
And cuss a lot, I musta got you in somewhat of a debacle
‘Cause some stuff that’s awful, really don’t mean nothin’ although
There’s a lot of shit I said in jest that’s tough to swallow
But if at times my heart it seems
Like it’s in the wrong place, it’s probably ’cause it’s on my sleeve
Keanu Reeves speed of life, avoid or veer
Or just steer toward it, we’re only lookin’ forward, but where we’re goin’
We have no idea, nowhere to go, but hysterical
It’s gettin’ warm in here, I set the world on fire, was born to be an arsonist
Just one spark and it’s lit, but I’ma still get dark on this shit
Told you I’d leave my mark on this bitch—war machine
But you forced me in a corner, I’m sure to have somethin’ for your rear
And in the course of the assault as torture gets more severe
Go to war with me, you’ll end up blew to Timbuktu, I send at you
A ten-ton nuke like Kim Jong-Un and end up ruinin’ your career
But when all is said and done
And at the end of my run, I’ll just rewind clocks, forever young
Make time stop, will I ever fall off? That day will never come
‘Til the pine box, bitch, fuck you! I’m better than I ever was
‘Til the bomb drops, hope it never does, but I’m not gonna sweat it ’cause
This world’s screwed, it’s already fucked, and I’m on top, so everyone’s just—

[Chorus: Kehlani & Eminem]
Ashes blowin’ in the air (so we’re…)
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care, yeah
(We don’t give a… no, no)
Wasted youth, always on the road
We’re never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
The skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold (golden)
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
‘Cause we’re goin’ no, goin’ no
Goin’ no, goin’ no, goin’ no
Goin’ nowhere

[Bridge: Eminem]
You can’t tell us nothin’
Hard-headed and we’re stubborn
So, one ear and out the other when we’re young, we’re young
Who knows what the future for us could hold
Another shooter? Uh oh
No more tomorrows, we’re done
And all we are is—

[Chorus: Kehlani & Eminem]
Ashes blowin’ in the air (so we’re…)
Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care (don’t care, yeah)
(We don’t give a… no, no)
Wasted youth, always on the road
Never lookin’ back and we’re never gettin’ old
The skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold (golden)
Fuck doin’ what you’re told (what we’re told)
We’re goin’ nowhere

[Post-Chorus: Kehlani]
Goin’ nowhere
We’re goin’ nowhere fast

[Verse 1: Killer Mike & El-P]
Gun in the holster be
Right in the upholstery
Somewhere right close to me
Just in case the rollers be
Rolling on the G
My woman keep it in the hosiery
I’m known in my town
In those strips where high-rollers be
I’m up early, where the money folders sippin’ Folgers be
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me
Fuck with us
You fuck with the truth, we speak openly
Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though
Cause there ain’t no hoe in me

[Verse 2: El-P & Killer Mike]
"Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak
I’ll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery
Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries
I lust after greatness, I’m aiming right at its ovaries
Better run from the future palooka (haul off)
You acting like it’s safe when the revolution’s been (called off)
There’s liars on the loose, if we listen to you we’re (all lost)
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft)

[Hook: El-P]
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God, shit’s so good, fat boy’ll levitate
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate
Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate
I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break"
She said, "Don’t curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn)

[Verse 4: El-P]
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay
You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate
The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate
Every sickening sentence’ll cheapen them tricks you venerate
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate

[Hook: El-P & Killer Mike]
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
They want us dying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
But I ain’t crying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
You raised a lion, mama
I ain’t lying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
I said, "I’m trying mama"
I’m crying on you, crying on you
I said, "I’m trying mama"

[Intro: Al Pacino & Rich The Kid]
I told you, man, I told you! Don’t fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn’t listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
Huh
Money way, only way, y’know what I’m sayin’?
Lil bitch

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Like I know the dots
I’ma beat her box, beatin’ off her fuckin’ socks
30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin’ rocks, fiends and me, they sniffin’ rocks
I’m a trapstar, ayy
Hope I don’t crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, it really is a fast car
It’s a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah, turn you ass to clip-art
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
Makin’ art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’
Early mornin’ trappin’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga, we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
More Act’ in the Simply, whese niggas in line to get to the milli’ (whoa)
AP two-tone, she suckin’ my dick, wanna fuck wit my ice on (ice on)
I’m sendin’ her right home (Huh, what?)
She bad and boujee, gon’ whip up a birdie
My cup is so dirty (lean)
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I’m trappin’ the 30 (30)
I don’t do no cap’n (cap’n)
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
They was hatin’, I was rackin’, stackin’ and relaxin’
Dream might get a hundred bands, now I’m ridin’ ’round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee, I’m makin’ movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt, that’s when she poppin’ the Perc’

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Was up trappin’ early (early)
She bad and boujee but whippin’ a birdie
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don’t shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that’s so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin’, young nigga we flexin’

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeeeeahhhh
So much green on my street like it’s grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I’ma pour, yeah

[Verse 1: Q-Tip & Demi Lovato]
Don’t go breaking my heart babe
I couldn’t if I tried
Honey, if I get restless
Baby, you’re not that kind
Don’t go breaking my heart babe
You take the weight off of me babe
Ooh baby, when you knocked on my door
Oh I, I gave you my key

[Pre-Chorus: Q-Tip, Demi Lovato, & Both]
Yeah, yeah ooh, nobody knows it
(Nobody knows it)
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh, nobody knows it
(Nobody knows it)
Right from the start
I gave you my heart, ohh oh
I gave you my heart, yeah

[Verse 2: Q-Tip & Demi Lovato]
And nobody told us
Oh ’cause nobody showed us, no
And now it’s up to us babe
Oh yeah, I think we can make it, yeah ooh
Don’t misunderstand me, no
You put the light in my life, yeah
You put the sparks to the flame
I’ve got your heart in my sights, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Q-Tip, Demi Lovato, & Both]
Whoa
Ooh, nobody knows it
(Nobody knows it)
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh, oh yeah, nobody knows it
(Nobody knows it, yeah)
And right from the start
I gave you my heart
Ooh, I gave you my heart, ooh

[Chorus: Q-Tip, Demi Lovato, & Both]
Don’t go breaking my heart, no
Don’t go breaking my heart, don’t go breaking
Don’t go breaking my heart
When I was down
I was your clown
Ooh, don’t go breaking my heart, don’t go
Don’t go breaking my heart, don’t go breaking
Don’t go breaking my heart
Right from the start
I gave you my heart
Ooh, don’t go breaking my heart baby
Don’t go breaking my heart
Don’t go breaking my heart
Don’t go breaking my heart
Yeah, don’t go breaking my heart