Kota The Friend – B.q.e Lyrics (feat. Bas & Joey Bada$$)

[Verse 1: Kota the Friend]
Self-made, no flex, ooh
Self paid, no debt, ooh
We ain’t takin’ no bets, lot of y’all full of regrets
Pay me and give me respect
Y’all playin’ easy to get, I’m playin’ Russian Roulette
Y’all sellin’ out for the check
We holdin’ out for the kids
Free black and don’t flip
Gold rope the whole crib, low bread, the whole loaf
Go hard or go home, go home and don’t trip
Same block, same whip
Free as a bird, used to be runnin’ from 12, live and you learn
Now we just flip ’em the bird
Poppy you give me the word
Copy you heard, I step on the Myrtle I’m on the wave now
Bet you got nothin’ to say now
You better get out the way and better get comfortable catchin’ this fade now
Stay in your lane, either you get on the train or watch on the wave
There ain’t no stoppin’ the play
Hoppin’ up out of the flames
[?] island today
Get your peace up on the board
Bought a crib by the lake
Still pull up in the fort, real comin’ for the fake
Showin’ love through the hate
Still tryna end a war, momma said I need a break
Maybe when I’m in the Forbes, generation’s on the board
Generations in the bank, ayy

[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Joey Bada$$]
Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train?
Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
Ayy, ayy, yuh (Badmon)

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
I pull up, I skrrt (skrrt)
Drop top and I’m wearin’ no shirt
She know I’m a flirt (Flirt)
One hand on the wheel another hand up her skirt
She know I’m a mur
I’m on the 2-7, then back to the turf
I be the old school like I’m servin them work
When I’m local, I be goin’ bezerk
Hit up old fools might back up the club for the f*ck of it
Talkin’ my [?] she be lovin’ it

Start to build hoods and you know I be tuggin’ it
None of my niggas can f*ck with the government
They just be thuggin’ it, I just be playin’ it smart
I don’t be judgin’, I’m playin’ my part
Show the fake love and then play with your heart
Gotta learn to just play with the cards dealt
These niggas too hard on their-self
Niggas too hard to offer them help
I don’t work too hard for all this wealth
For the first two bars for how all of it felt
Ayy, still in the field like inner field
Or M-O-B play centerfield
Rain on the day just take the wheel

[Chorus: Kota the Friend & Bas]
Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train?
Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E (It’s Bassy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy

[Verse 3: Bas]
For every day I made dollars, I made dollars
‘Cause my Burroughs, he gave knowledge
How the city move, y’all better pay homage
I don’t pity you niggas that make comments to create drama
You gon’ find them tryna go viral
Judge, jury, execution, no trial
I was sinkin’ deep sleep, watching bitches creep
Streets make it hoes so vile
I’m from Queens where they line you up with a cold smile
And the whole time you be thinkin’, “Damn, that bitch so fine,”
“Oh, my,” she not
Born in a ditch and you die in a box
But I’m on a mission, a man of ambition
My latest addition, retire my Pops
So anyone threatenin’, I’m firin’ shots

[Chorus: Kota the Friend]
Ayy, is you gettin’ on this train?
Miss it and you gon’ be late
You could catch another wave
But we hoppin’ on the B-Q-E
Doin’ 90 on the B-Q-E
You could find me on the B-Q-E
Get behind me on the B-Q-E
Yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy

System of a Down – Sugar (Live) Lyrics

[Chorus: Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian]
The Kombucha mushroom people
Sitting around all day
Who can believe you?
Who can believe you?
Let your mother pray
Sugar, sugar

[Verse 1: Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian]
I’m not there all the time, you know
Some people, some people, some people call it insane
(Yeah, they call it insane)–sugar
I play Russian Roulette everyday, a man’s sport
With the bullet called life
Yeah, mama, called life–sugar
Yeah and every time I try to go where I really want to be
It’s already where I am
‘Cause I’m already there!

[Chorus: Serj Tankian & (Daron Malakian)]
The Kombucha mushroom people
Sitting around all day
Who could believe you?
Who could believe you?
Let your mother pray
Sugar

[Verse 2: Serj Tankian & Daron Malakian]
I got a gun the other day from Sako
It’s cute, it’s small, fits right in my pocket
(Yeah, right in my pocket)–sugar
My girl, you know, she lashes out at me sometimes
And I just fucking kick her
And then, ooh baby, she’s okay–sugar
People are always chasing me down
Trying to push my face to the ground
Where all they do is suck out my motherfucking brains
Sugar!

[Chorus: Serj Tankian]
The Kombucha mushroom people
Sitting around all day
Who can believe you?
Who can believe you?
Let your mother pray

[Outro: Serj Tankian]
I sit
In my desolate room
No lights
No music
Just anger
Killed everyone
I’m away forever
But I’m feeling better
How do I feel? What do I say?
Fuck you, it all goes away
How do I feel? What do I say?
Fuck you, it all goes away
How do I feel? What do I say?
In the end, it all goes away
How do I feel? What do I say?
In the end, it all goes away
How do I feel? What do I say?
In the end, it all goes away
How do I feel? What do I say?
In the end, it all goes away
How do I feel? What do I say?
In the end, it all goes away
How do I feel? What do I say?
In the end, it all goes away
In the end, it all goes away
In the end, it all goes away
In the end, it all goes away
In the end, it all goes away!

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Kevin lyrics

(feat. Leon Bridges)

[Intro]
OK, OK
Yeah
We live tonight
Check it, now

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I seen pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of oxycontin
Everyday through the nostrils
Never went away, never does it stop there
Death a line or two away and a couple tall cans
Cause you never know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, what we all share
I said peace at 5:30, the next time that I saw him was in the hands of the pallbearer
What if I would’ve never gone and dropped him off there?
Blaming myself, in hysterics, screaming “It’s not fair!”
21 years old with a book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we’re all gonna quit tomorrow
Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then it’s Wednesday, then it’s “fuck it, I’m already feeling hollow”
Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that problem
And escape this world, vacate this world
Cause I hate myself
No praying’s gonna cure this pain

[Hook: Leon Bridges]
Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my eyes
We’re in the waiting room and something ain’t right
All this is on you, we’re over-prescribed

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
For me and Kev
He went up in jail, institutions are dead
And with our lives, we play Russian Roulette
And try to find a life where we could be content
Cause for us, we’re just trying to minimize the fear of being alive
And now my little brother is in the sky
From a pill that a doctor prescribed
That a drug-dealing billion dollar industry supplied
And the cops never go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they sell to you
Has us looking for the answers and that instead of you
Quick fix, whatever’ll do
We just gonna neglect the truth
Because a doctor with a license played God and said it’s cool
Played God and said it’s cool
But me? I don’t blame Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him
I blame the pharmacy companies
And country that spends trillions fighting a war they supplying themselves
Politicians and business and jail
Public defenders and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, look at Kevin
Now he’s wrapped in plastic
First dealer was his mom’s medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
‘Til he’s walking ’round the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions you’re handing him
So America, is it really worth it? I’m asking you

[Hook: Leon Bridges]
Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my eyes
We’re in the waiting room and something ain’t right
All this is on you, we’re over-prescribed

[Outro: Leon Bridges]
Doctor, your medicine and your methods
Can’t cure my disease without killing me
You’re killing me, you’re killing me
You’re killing me, you’re killing me
Doctor, your medicine and your methods
Can’t cure my disease without killing me
You’re killing me, you’re killing me
You’re killing me, you’re killing me

SoMo – First (Theanswers Album)

[Verse 1]
Promise that you won’t kiss and tell
I’m for real, I wanna give you a supply
Of how it feels when your heart is beating fast
And sweat drips off your body
I’m roaring loud (say it with me)
We’re roaring loud

[Chorus]
You lose if you get it first
Get it first, let it burst
My job is to make it squirt
Don’t hold it back, get it first
You lose if you get it first (Raining, pouring)
Get it first, let it burst (Raining, it’s storming)
My job is to make it squirt (Raining, pouring)
Don’t hold it back, get it first (Raining, it’s storming)

[Verse 2]
I got a Tonka truck, baby, can I put it in drive?
Wanna pull your hair, woo, I got some things on my mind
I ain’t lying, girl, I just wanna roar right now
Say it with me, baby, we’re roaring loud

[Chorus]
You lose if you get it first
Get it first, let it burst
My job is to make it squirt
Don’t hold it back, get it first
You lose if you get it first (Raining, pouring)
Get it first, let it burst (Raining, it’s storming)
My job is to make it squirt (Raining, pouring)
Don’t hold it back, get it first (Raining, it’s storming)

[Bridge]
Let me go crazy, I wanna dive in face first today
I’m playing Russian Roulette with that
Are you gon’ let me kiss on your neck or not?
I’ve tried to neglect how I feel, but it’s go time
Close your eyes and know

[Chorus]
You lose if you get it first
Get it first, let it burst
My job is to make it squirt
Don’t hold it back, get it first
You lose if you get it first (Raining, pouring)
Get it first, let it burst (Raining, it’s storming)
My job is to make it squirt (Raining, pouring)
Don’t hold it back, get it first (Raining, it’s storming)