Charli XCX – Blow Your Mind Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
People never get it right
Think I’m sweet like a lullaby
But nothing’s ever black or white
Yeah, there’s more to me than the eye can see
Now, I’m done with being shy
Put my reputation on the line
Slaying like a samurai
I’m like TNT, strike a match on me

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh, uhhh
I be good, I be bad
Be the best that you had
Uh, uh, uhhh
Get you up, get you down
Yeah, you think you know me now, uhh (hey!)

[Chorus]
I’ll show you my darker side (uh-huh!)
Boy, it will blow your mind
Uh, uh, uhhh, baby
I can give you everything if you want it (hey!)
I’ll show you my darker side (uh-huh!)
Boy, it will blow your mind
Uh, uh, uhhh, baby
I can give you everything if you want it (hey!)

[Verse 2]
Torture, this came naturally
I got that magical remedy
Knew I’d have you fallin’ to your knees
Looked into my eyes, got you mesmerized
Forbidden fruit is drippin’ sweet
Poisonin’ the heart of me
I can make your dreams reality
I’ll get your body hot, make you feel alive

[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, uh, uhhh
I be good, I be bad
Be the best that you had
Uh, uh, uhhh
Get you up, get you down
Yeah, you think you know me now, uhh (hey!)

[Chorus]
I’ll show you my darker side (uh-huh!)
Boy, it will blow your mind
Uh, uh, uhhh, baby
I can give you everything if you want it (hey!)
I’ll show you my darker side (uh-huh!)
Boy, it will blow your mind
Uh, uh, uhhh, baby
I can give you everything if you want it (hey!)

[Bridge]
Uh, uh, uhhh
Uh, uh, uhhh
Uh, uh, uhhh
Uh, uh, uhhh

[Chorus]
(Hey!) I’ll show you my darker side (uh-huh!)
Boy, it will blow your mind
Uh, uh, uhhh, baby
I can give you everything if you want it (hey!)
I’ll show you my darker side (uh-huh!)
Boy, it will blow your mind
Uh, uh, uhhh, baby
I can give you everything if you want it (hey!)

[Outro]
(Hey!) I’ll show you my darker side (uh-huh!)
Boy, it will blow your mind
Uh, uh, uhhh, baby
I can give you everything if you want it (hey!)
I’ll show you my darker side (uh-huh!)
Boy, it will blow your mind
Uh, uh, uhhh, baby
I can give you everything if you want it (hey!)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Lonely Child Lyrics

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[Intro]
Pipe that shit up, TNT
I just wanna be loved
D-Mac on the fuckin’ track
Don’t nobody understand me though
Tahj Money
The way I came in the game
The image that I had put out
They wouldn’t expect me to have feelings
Know it probably don’t seem like it
That’s why they talk about me like I ain’t human, but we all is
But I’m still being me
I’m still in the streets and I’m still thuggin’ until them niggas put me under, yeah
That’s how we livin’ and that’s how we going out, you hear me? Open your mouth

[Verse 1]
I say, mama, I’m so sorry
I got ice burned where my heart at
On the road where I had it hard at
How I’m chosen? I’m so heartless, so, so heartless
I ain’t know my age, he was 16, they killed Lil Dave
Mind in a rage, I’m way too young to feel this pain
I ain’t know how to fade, but I dove in ’cause I’m a man
I love that girl to death, as we get old, our feelings change
I pay for therapy because my thoughts ahead of me
They keep on draggin’ me, I play for keeps, they scared of me
I cannot barely, can barely sleep or even breathe
I cannot hold on without you on side of me
I never knew this fame would take the ones I love from ‘way from me
I wanna see Kacey bad, but I can’t seem to call Nene
Go in with no pen and pad, I got this shit right on my sleeve
Right now my candle burning wax, I’m feelin’ like it’s burnin’ me

[Chorus]
I’m just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin’ wild, wild

[Verse 2]
I fell in love with Kaylyn, without even knowin’ this bitch done snaked me
I’m missin’ Yaya daily, the one who don’t make me feel basic
Happiness I’m chasin’, while killers behind me tryna blank me
You don’t know what I’m feelin’
Or what I’m thinkin’ and you can’t change me
I miss my fuckin’ daddy, I’ve been callin’ Montana my father
Times been gettin’ harder
I came from nothing, now bitch, I’m royal
I call Monique my mama, but Lord knows I need Sheronda
I don’t need no commas, I’m feeling like I’m going under
My paw-paw getting old, and once he gone, I’m on my own
Right now I’m all alone, I pray that grandmom keep me strong
Can’t even leave my home, my bracelet beeping plus I’m down
I just wan’ be gone, my son straight, my money long
Tell me what you feelin’, I hope that I can help you out
My youngins in that North, I pray that y’all gon’ make it out
These bitches comin’ ’round, and they don’t even like my songs
I’ll burn up the town, before them niggas bust my dome
I wish that I can hear Dump say, “What up, lil brother,” one more time
We killing shit and plus we dying
I’m gon’ go off behind my brother, fuck this charge, I slang that iron
Before he go and I don’t ride

[Chorus]
I’m just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin’ wild, wild
I’m just a lonely child
Who need someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, my pain away
Because my thoughts been runnin’ wild

[Outro]
Oh, oh Lord
I need some help because my life been real hard
The way I approached the game, it seem that I’m hard
But I got feelings too just like a lil’ boy, oh Lord
I’m a grandmom baby

Sheck Wes – Kyrie Lyrics

[Intro]
Kyrie, where’s LeBron?
Suck my dick!
Caution, danger
Caution, caution
Kyrie, K-K-Kyrie
Might break your ankle
Saucin’
Bitch!

[Chorus]
Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
Ballin’ like I’m Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Sauce ’em up, Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie

[Verse 1]
Bitch! (Mudboy)
You know I’m on the green team (Bitch!)
Uh, boogers in my ear, make them say “Bling-bling” (Ching)
You know I’m the bomb, ball like I’m on TNT
Huh, Jayson Tatum, rookie, how I’m ballin’ in the sleeve (Sleeve)
Racks in my jeans (Jeans)
No ash on my fleece (Nah)
First round draft picks, throw ’em in the V (Car)
Two plus two, that’s fo’
I give ’em to the Cleve
Go divide two 11, sauce ’em up, that’s me ballin’
Like I’m at the JBC, huh
Ballin’ on the floor, you watch me from the nosebleeds
Talkin’ shit, I lay him down like Kyrie

[Chorus]
K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (I sauce ’em)
I sauce ’em up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (I sauce ’em)
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie (Bitch! Yeah)
Sauce it up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie (Bitch! Yeah)
I mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie (I sauce ’em)

[Verse 2]
I said, uh
Young nigga, 19 (Teen)
Jayson Tatum, rookie, how I’m ballin’ in this league (Zero)
I said, “Ooh shit”
Rookie in this league, huh
Jayson Tatum, how I’m ballin’ on this team
I said, “Ooh shit”
Caution, danger (Oh shit)
Don’t try to guard me (Don’t guard me)
Might break your ankle
I said, “Ooh shit” (Bitch!)
Crossing danger (Caution)
I cross you over, and break your ankles
I said, “Ooh bitch” (Bitch!)
You know I’ll tame you (Tame you)
You say you taken (Taken)
I shake your ankles (Shake it)
I said, “Ooh bitch”
I be dunkin’ (Dunkin’)
And a layup (Huh-huh)
Have to 2K it

[Chorus]
I said K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
I sauce ’em up like Kyrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Mix it, like Byrie, B-B-B-Byrie
Sauce ’em up like Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie

[Outro]
K-K-Kyrie, K-K-K-Kyrie
(Ooh shit, crossing danger)
Balling on these niggas like I’m at the, at the
At the JBC (Ooh shit)
At the, at the JBC (Crossing danger, cross you over)
Might break your ankles
Mudboy!
Oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit

Tyler, The Creator – Foreword lyrics

(feat. Rex Orange County)

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
How many cars can I buy ’til I run out of drive?
How much drive can I have ’til I run out of road?
How much road can they pave ’til I run out of land?
How much land can there be until I run in the ocean?
You niggas go with the motions and all the plans
Sea I was never into the beaches and all the sands
See, I was in the woods with flowers, rainbows and posies
Falling outta my pocket, but ya’ll want to know if I swam to cool down
How much cooler can I get until I run out of fans?
How many fans can I have until they turn on the AC?
If the AC blows, well then I’m TNT, I’m gone

[Bridge: Rex Orange County]
I’m gone and I’m finished
And I ain’t seen my friends in a minute
Guessing nothing lasts forever
Yeah, nothing lasts forever
Nothing sticks together
Sick of sitting in doubt
Please let me figure this out

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Shout out to the girls that I lead on
For occasional head and always keeping my bed warm
And trying their hardest to keep my head on straight
And keeping me up enough ’til I had thought I was airborne
How many raps can I write ’til I get me a chain?
How many chains can I wear ’til I’m considered a slave?
How many slaves can it be ’til Nat Turner arise?
How many riots can it be ’til them Black lives matter?
Niggas click clack splatter, pew, pew that nigga
Life a game of basketball, you better shoot that nigga
‘Cause if that cop got trigger, he better pull
‘Cause when I get pulled over, I usually play it cool
‘Cause I know what I’m driving is usually paid in full
And my ego and possessions, will not let me be one
Because I got a mansion, my mansion got some rooms
Them rooms got some windows and my windows got some views
Them views get some stares and my backyard does too
And if you walk to the bottom you’ll prolly see a pool
You better not drown, keep them ten toes up
‘Cause if those ten toes down, that mean that you fucked up
And that’s what I swim in

[Outro: Rex Orange County]
And if I drown and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Maybe then I’ll know)
And if I crash and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Maybe then I’ll know)
And if I fall and don’t come back
Who’s gonna know? (Maybe then I’ll know)
I’m wondering if I don’t come back
Maybe then I’ll know

KAMI – Right Now (feat. Vic Mensa)

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitches bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
Yeah
I don’t like the club but I like to have a table
I don’t like TV but you see my ass on cable
This shit could change so quick man
Just a year ago, I was leaving momma’s house behind a Toyota steering wheel
Fast forward just two months got my own apartment
Fucking hoes with my girl at stake on some Joan of Arc shit
My girl so TNT you know she know the drama
I got baby momma problems with no baby mama
By brother Joey paying child support he love his daughter
My other brother momma own that rock but no Gibralter
His Granny lost the crib now he’s sleeping in them bandos
Police running in at 8am, he jumping out the window
I’m in LA buying Saint-Laurent of Venmo cash
Lease the whip and two cribs money for the rent go fast
I’m on a bender like Avatar, ecstasy addiction
Sometimes I wish I could pass away just to see my niggas
It’s been a minute since childhood, the hood don’t seem the same
They show no mercy to the meek inside this fearless game
You see what Drizzy did to Milly this shit ain’t a battle
I don’t wanna watch the murder rate but I can’t change the channel
Jealousy and desperation that shit is all around me
My brother Kami still selling grams you think I’m worried ’bout a Grammy
Old man asked me for change so he could buy a bottle
I’m tryna’ get drunk too nigga I got my own problems

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Somebody tell me what’s good
Cause I been doing better right now
We roll our issues in them Backwoods
Bitch bigger than a nigga, niggas stressed out
But everybody got their own problems
I got mine I got mine I got mine
Everybody don’t know how to solve ’em
But I got mine I got mine I got mine

[Verse 2: KAMI]
I hate the way they talk on you when you ain’t around
Open they mouth revealing crooked smiles
These days I been feeling abandoned since my niggas got that crib in Los Angeles
To these hoes: heartbreaks in the form of friendly handshakes
I gotta go
I need a bad duet to pour moet to drown this pain
Just cause it’s champaign don’t mean that this shit a celebration
Pour some bubbly for my niggas that’s been on vacation
Pour some bubbles for our niggas that gon’ never make it
Self-medicated, overdosing I need respiration
I’m running out of time, I’m running out of time
Everybody got their own problems now I know this
We runnin’ out of time, they said the world was mine

[Bridge: KAMI]
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine
They said the world was mine, they said the world was mine

[Verse 3: KAMI]
Thank you and yes I really believe it
The moment I heard them breathe it
When me and Joe made that season
We had to give y’all a reason
I had to keep the lights on
I need my on power on, Farrakhan
Something on my arm, skin tint just like Sherezade’s
And life’s been playing out like an opera
Just like that motherfuckin’ opera
I watched some fat lady sing, I gotten used to some things I held on things, they was close
Upgrade that Merc to a Ghost
It’s like you bound to see Ghosts, when you start living the most
I’m doing this my way, I drive i swerve just like Sinatra
I swerve in any lane that car so black it grew a conscience
Same niggas next to me, duck that fact just like we playing Contra
We still alive, we stay alive and then repeat that process
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
There’s no such thing, there’s no such thing as running out of options
Take your time with it, take your time with it
Don’t get caught up tryna do this shit for right now