Yelawolf – Keep on Rollin Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
One, two, one

[Verse 1: Cub da CookUpBoss]
Salute me when you see me bitch, I’m the cook up boss
[?] life up in this bitch, now you gotta break me off
I party like a rockstar, you see me hoe
Henny where I put in work, best believe it hoe
See I am not a rapper, although, I’m something else
So I’ma turn it up a notch ’cause I don’t need these niggas help
Fuck y’all, not you, I mean all of y’all
I’m ESPN with this rappin’ shit, check my stats on how I ball
My elevator goin’ up, I’m never slowin’ up
‘Cause they gonna need a little more than lean
‘Cause I’m never givin’ up
I focused like I’m on some adderall
I got no review and no brakes, and I’m runnin’ out of patience

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Verse 2: Big Henry]
Look at all this blood on my hands
Look at all these hands on my plate
Niggas that say that they real
They be the first ones to hate
Look at all the shit in my life
Did a lot of dirt to get stripes
But at the end of that night
Still need more than sacrifice
I’m the solo Orlando
Quartez [?] my family
We still goin’ commando, any business gets handled
Once the picture is painted, ain’t no way we can swerve
Get out what we put in, everything we deserve
Feelin’ good, feelin’ great, flights in and out of state
Must be in my DNA, the way I keep this shit straight
Fist full everyday, clips fool everyday
For whoever wanna play, boy I’m bustin’ out the gate

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Uh, kinda like a Friday I feel
Kinda like a highway I feel, yeah
Hard white like a coke deal
Rollin’ with a spoke on the front wheel
Hardly in the wind, I’m tuned in
Let the grips underneath my rings, my teeth bling
Permanent pirate, slum to the dirt
Crown me king, imperial poet
Lace my bud with LSD
Picture me floatin’ at 16
Play with the ouija board ’til the Devil lost his focus
Mental wars, built me up
Veteran soldier, pistol totin’
Sharp as a sickle, drippin’, broken
Wish you would, I ain’t hopin’
Like a creek to an ocean eventually connects
I found my way into that wave and rode it with respect
Now some of these country boys are rappin’, but have no intellect
No introspective on the genre, just out there for that check
But fuck the world, I’m no lie detector
And if you’re conscious does not affect ya
[?] find investors
Monetize the lies you perfected
That’s a slippery slope to no end
But hey, that’s the way it goes then
After the show they close in
When you’re burning the wick at both ends

[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah

[Outro]
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Travis Scott – Grey Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell’s too loud
Ridin’ in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight’s my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh

[Verse 1]
Around this time, was starvin’, no Ramadan, yeah
Nighta robbed you blind
You, you, you, your dad and moms, yeah
Keep that in mind
Fear two things: being broke and dying
Yeah, jump your ass inside, LSD come take this ride
No A-C-I-D, how you get your ass inside, yeah
Take one peek at me, you might get lost in my mind, yeah
Fuck that college shit, that scholarship, let’s hypnotize
Yeah, ooh

[Chorus]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell’s too loud
Ridin’ in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight’s my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh

[Verse 2]
That second verse, fresh to death, straight out a hearse
Can’t do no verse, Lord knows-know I got a curse
Bitch, said fuck you bitch, bitch, damn you know I’m your man
Ass, ass, ass, yeah, it’s fuck you, bitch
Clap, clap, clap, you know you bitch
Yeah, I’m speedin’, Lambo two-[?]
Uh, you know we in it, you know
You know, retweetin’ it, uh
Price scales, you beatin’ it
Hotel bookin’, you screen it
I go under to all night, all night, all night
All night, all night, all night like

[Chorus]
We wake up when the sun goes down
Neighbor says the smell’s too loud
Ridin’ in my old school thang
Shotgun with my old school babe
So wake me when the sun goes down
Tonight’s my last night in town
I pledge to a flag so grey
No matter what time, the skies are grey, ooh

[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh
Grey! Yeah-yeah
Grey! Yeah-yeah-oh (Uhuh)
Grey! The sky is grey
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! Mmm-mm-mm
Grey! The sky is grey (Uhuh)
Woah-ooh-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah
Grey! Woah-ooh-oh
Grey! Yeah, yeah (Uhuh)
The sky is grey, yeah, yeah
The sky is grey, mmm-oh
Grey!

[Verse 3]
I’m on that last night trip
She on my last night flip, I flip
She on that last night dip
We on that swing-type [?]
Lil’ pearla-dot, [?] her slit
She gon’ that [?] phone, I got
She on my jambone, bitch
Yeah, last night [?]
Cell phone [?], [?]
[?]
She edgin’ my [?] and oh shit
[?] baby, come on
Cell phone lands in no bitch
Hoes so callin’ to get a bit
[?] that whip

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
The sky is grey, ooh-go
Mmm-mmm, yeah

Lil Tracy – Mackbook Flexin Lyrics

[Intro: yung bruh & Vim shadows]
Graah
Trappin of my fucking Mackbook goddamn, fuck
What the fuck you mean?
Ay shoutout yung bruh
Trap, flexin, damn yee
Ah
Ay shoutout that nigga Kemet Dank foreverboys man…
Yung bruh shoutout my nigga Vim shadows
Vim shadows shawty
Daaaamn Aaaaaah ah okay, okay, flexin, uuuh goddamn

[Verse1: yung bruh]
Trappin of my Mackbook (Huh, huh)
Trynna get my racks up (Huh, huh)
Run up you get glocked up (Huh, huh)
Time to put a mask on (Huh, huh)
Pussy nigga backup (Huh, huh)
I’m smoking on a fat one (Huh, huh)
Your bitch wanna be with us (Huh)
Give her shrooms then she see stuff (Huh)
Dirty Vans fuck dem days bitch (Huh)
Drop a tablet, trip for days bitch (Huh)
Cuz I used to be a slave bitch (Huh)
Now they buildin up a case bitch (Huh)
Trynna lock me in a cage bitch (Huh)
So broke out into a rage bitch (Huh)
Give a fuck bout being famous (Huh)
Me and my girl in to the days in (Huh)

[Hook: yung bruh]
LSD trappin got no tab on me
Never fuck about a bitch where this castle lead
Thrift shop shawty my swag OD
I’m fuckin on your daughter bitch a bed no need
Yung goth nigga trappin hard on a Mackbook
I need a real bitch that don’t care about my cash
I’m thuggin and I’m positive I’m [?] get yo [??]
I’m emotionally slanging LSD of my Mackbook

[Verse2: yung bruh]
Mackbook trappin
Trappin of my Mackbook
LSD slanging
[?] of the Mackbook
Mackbook, Mackbook Uhmmm fuck
Trappin, Trappin
Bitch I need some money, Bitch I need some money

Chance The Rapper – Favorite Song (feat. Childish Gambino) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Chance, acid rapper, soccer, hacky sacker
Cocky khaki jacket jacker
Slap-happy faggot slapper
Iraqi rocket launcher
Shake that Laffy Taffy, jolly raunchy rapper
Dang, dang, dang – skeet, skeet, skeet
She do that thing for three retweets
The album feel like ’92
Then take that bomb for Heat, three-peat
Chance, ho, I said, cruising on that LSD
Ask yourself about my deal
You’ll go batshit – “hell yeah, let’s eat!”

[Hook:]
This shit my favorite song, you just don’t know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain’t never heard
It go like: count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that zan, and all my ladies ’bout that bag
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam, I’m ’bout that jam, I’m bout that jam

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
Young Rascal Flatts – young ass kid ass could rap
Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat
Back-to-back packin’ bags back and forth with fifths of Jack
Enforce the weed, I’m back to pack on hands
With young Cletus to pat my back
Real nigga with a nose ring, that’s right
Just here to rap them songs
Rag on my hair wrap, weed in Vegas, rockin’ Vagabonds
Sang a song, oh you don’t know? What?
Well, I still bang with you
Hang with you, sip drank with you
As long as I can sang with you like:

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Niggas please be focused – that ‘Bino, you know this
He rep the home of Sosas, you know I’m from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone shit, you know your ‘hood is so clit
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I’m a be that – CG busy gettin’, where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You’re fuckin’ with the Fifi bag
My stars, egad, she said: “this my favorite song”
“Hold my purse” – now she on the floor, droppin’ like it’s hot
You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished
Your mom won’t play it in the car cause it’s got cursing in it
Your boy like: “I’m the one who showed you, ” he want his percentage
Cause you were like: “this ain’t the nigga you said spittin’, is it?”
Two-step – white dude’s Harlem Shake
Why you laughing? Cause you Harlem Shake?
I was never fake, I was just too good to be true
That’s acid rap, we killed the track
You had your chance, and ‘Bino too

[Hook]

A$AP Rocky – Pharsyde (feat. Joe Fox) lyrics

[Hook 1: Joe Fox (x2)]
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can’t face it all I need is right where I belong

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing
Somebody’s mama’s heart is aching, can’t take it, partly fainted
Found these body parts in awkward places, like apartments, basements
Garbage vacant, lots, garages, spaces, Harlem’s far too spacious
Sometimes I wish I could get away and charter spaceships
To get away from my inhuman race with hearts of Satans
Took off my Mason Martin’s, lay on back like Martha Mason
Smoke away my eye and lung ’til later die at 71

[Hook 2]
I lay down now
This someone’s [?] in the streets who gotta keep a, peace, peace
I lay down now
As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace
I pray the Lord my soul to keep

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Gentrification split the nation that I once was raised in
I don’t recall no friendly neighbors face on my upraising
Back in my younger days or razor blades with gangs who bang and never stood a chance
Some boys don’t dance, but left ’em Harlem shaking
On the pavement
And my generation fucked, and my society
Very trippy pages in my diary
It’s the irony how LSD inspired me to reach the high in me
Used to never give a damn now I don’t give a fuck entirely
I think my pride died in me, somewhere inside of me, it’s gotta be
A whole ‘nother side of me
If you seen the shit that I’d have seen in 26 years of living
That’s how many fucks I’ve given

[Hook 1] + [Hook 2]

[Hook 1]

The Front Bottoms – Tie Dye Dragon

[Verse 1]
I was on LSD when I saved that family
And I was on LSD at all the talk shows after
‘Cause Jackie slapped me at a family party last year
He mumbled something
I mumbled something back
Neither of us said anything after that
Neither of us said anything after that

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Verse 2]
Back at school I was anxious
Played it cool
Let other people do the stressing for me
I’m a fool to feel anxious
When something dies that’s it
It’s dead, I gotta let it be

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Post-Chorus]
Guided by confused light
I am guided by confused light
I see the future in mysterious ways
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Bridge]
I guess I’m older now
I guess I’m older now
I am caught in between who I am
And who I’m supposed to be
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…
Everything’s confusing…

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m just a tie dye dragon

[Post-Chorus]
Guided by confused light
I am guided by confused light
I see the future in mysterious ways
I’m just a tie dye dragon

L2B – The Journey lyrics

[Hook]
The world keeps turning, I’m just holding on,
Hold on..
This life’s a journey that keeps going on,
Hold on..

[Verse 1]
I got a lyrical addiction, I’m a punchline fiend,
Even in my dreams, I come up with rhyme schemes,
I try to be calm, but my mind is like a mob scene
Full of obscene gestures and loud screams in dark streets
From wild teens whose moms can;t stop them
From robbing people just because they want nice things,
They’d sacrifice a life to live like kings, but
That’s not the song that I sing,
Sometimes I just need to switch to a positive mind frame
And change the way I think.
See I’m excited for what life brings,
I’m trying to travel the world and go sight-seeing
And see what it’s like to be in different cultures and ways of life,
Traveling in first class flights, that sounds nice.
Walking through foreign lands, Europe and Japan,
Got as much Seoul as South Korea,
Looking down from the Namsan Tower,
I love where I’m from, but I got bigger plans,
I’m trying to spin a globe and just go wherever my finger lands.

[Hook]
The world keeps turning, I’m just holding on,
Hold on..
This life’s a journey that keeps going on,
Hold on..

[Verse 2]
I got so many dope verses, think I need an intervention,
Not to mention, never cared for being center of attention,
But I’ll deliver a hundred and ten percent, even when
It’s a challenge and the pressure is high, like hypertension.
Caught up living above the influence of reality,
Love, hugs, peace, drugs, and LSD,
Bright colors being smudged without paint brushes,
Just me under a spell while I’m staring at trees,
See life is one giant canvas to me,
Hand me a can of paint and watch me transform a
Blank space landscape in to something out of fantasy,
Something you’re seeing with your eyes, but still can’t believe.
I’m in the Amazon rain forest, laying underneath the canopy,
Staring up at the sky, wondering why can’t life always be this simple,
Thinking back to everything that I’ve been through,
But with endless possibilities, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.

[Hook]
The world keeps turning, I’m just holding on,
Hold on..
This life’s a journey that keeps going on,
Hold on..

[Bridge]
Life is just a journey,
Life is just a journey, so stay..
Life is just a journey,
Life is just a journey, so stay..
Life is just a journey, so stay..
Life is just a journey, so stay strong..
Life is just a journey, so stay..
Life is just a journey, so stay strong..

[Hook]
The world keeps turning, I’m just holding on,
Hold on..
This life’s a journey that keeps going on,
Hold on..

Flatbush Zombies – Trade-Off (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

[Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
It’s that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it’s spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
Hey, it’s lit
Call my partners up, we going up, you slowing up
I never judge, we do indulge
In truth I never touch this stuff
One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch
Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth
Down another bottle with my niggas
Before this was a movie we pictured us living bitter
And I forgive ’em, whatever, whatever
Telling me different
Nothing is given without sacrifices
Something is close to niggas to chill with
Pray for the children
The government spiking penicillin
And lord willin’
We all live to be 20 million
Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceiling?
Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearing
[Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
It’s that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it’s spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
It’s that work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Real nigga shit, getting money bound to flip
Now turned on like I’m the shit
Bitch I told you how it gets
It’s that mix, ain’t rap long
Rap, puffing an hour
I’m in a all black top, strapped like [?]
So I can go top speed with the blinkers on
Screaming "Fuck the world", Martin King is gone
Who am I? Who am I?
Handsome guy, might stunt on you niggas with a patch on my eye
Please, turn up the headphones I speak the value
I pray for freaks, we gon bring the outcome
Toke, toke and choke
We just need your vocals
So this is the future, ain’t what your used to
Four years ago I was poorer than you are
Trapping in the lobby and the back of a U-haul

[Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
It’s that work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

[Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
It’s that work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it’s spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Hook 3: Meechy Darko]
This that work hard, play hard
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Did so much different drugs this year I’m feeling so amazing
LSD them potent doses smoking ’til I take off
Two freaks, one Meech, that’s an even trade-off

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Rosemary’s baby the hand I rock my cradle to the grave
I had six exorcisms this year alone and I feel the same
I’m high and sleep deprived, having nightmares while I’m still awake
40 ounce, sipper, until my liver give away
I think I lost my mind and, I’m willing to trade my soul if you can find it
An even exchange I’m young and deranged
All these drugs in my body
Rawer than the kilo under my granddaddy pillow
Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload, ha-ha-ha
Drop classics, we now laugh at you niggas
I average 50, I don’t feel the need to pass to you niggas
Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga
Don’t throw stones, unless your crib is shatter proof nigga
A headshot, now let’s see if you splatter-proof nigga

[Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
Work hard, play hard
Make you quit that day job
I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
I plan to take a trip
Want the money how it’s spent
I just re-up
Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

[Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
Work hard, play hard
I just got a blow job
Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

[Hook 3: Meechy Darko]
Work hard, play hard
Rest in peace to Trayvon
Did so much different drugs this year I’m feeling so amazing
LSD them potent doses smoking ’til I take off
Two freaks, one Meech, that’s an even trade-off