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Logic – No Pressure Freestyle Lyrics

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[Verse]
Ayo, I never had a car‚ that’s why I hate the fucking bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call it static‚ headphones on‚ it’s Illmatic
On my Rosa Parks in the back writin’ like B Rabbit
How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I’ma bury it
Producin’ tracks for the underground like Harriet
Too alive like twins in the womb, come hither‚ consume
All of my memories from past and present like two identities
Logic fallin’ off is an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
Goddamn‚ goddamn—conversations with people
Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin’ it back, we keepin’ it pushin’
People scared of change, but you’ll find me deep in a cushion
Readin’ Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe
I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I’m always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin’ trees
With the topic I drop it fuck around and leave ’em all concussed
When I bust no thrust, world we livin’ in is fucked
Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit ain’t good as your old shit
‘Til your new shit is your old shit, son, in this sun, let me get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom
Not for lookin’ dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
Searchin’ for love in the industry you’ll be let down
They don’t love you ’til you dead and then they call you profound
That’s the truth
I’m close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain’t the key to happiness and this the proof
Modern day rappers like a golden era spoof
But a few of us resurging within a second, renaissance
And I know that my death give times
Keepin’ a legacy goin’ by flowin’ so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reapin’ what we been sowin’ like a seamstress
Now listen up, check it
I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William after ’cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin’ it real up in these streets
Came up in a world that’s off its axis
All that’s promised, death and taxes
And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
Cordae and JID, but that shit ain’t free, now check it (Sinatra)
Yeah, and on that note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don’t believe me, look that shit up, I promise you’ll find the key
To that punchline, I’m feelin’ just fine
Let the abyss of my, my, my, my mind consume
Snap my fingers like I’m Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin’ the doom
‘Cause I’m 630, killin’ shit, hands down and dirty
That white boy can’t rap, he talk good and act nerdy
Feelin’ good yeah, I’m feelin’ lovely
Backyard sunset, sippin on that Bubly
Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day
You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play
Killin’ shit like OJ, I’m rhymin’ like old Jay
Hip-hop phenom, play arenas like I’m Coldplay
All day, we get it like that, we got it, got it, all day
Sinatra

[Outro]
Nothing but peace, love, and positivity to the whole wide world
RattPack, you already know what it is man
BobbyBoy Records, we out this bitch (Logic)
And I’m havin’ a little baby
Surprise, it’s a little baby boy
Fuck TMZ, they can’t get the scoop on that shit
Welcome little Bobby to the world one time
Alright, I’m done
That’s it, yeah

Declan McKenna – British Bombs Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Great snakes, are we moving already?
Good gravy, did you say it cost a penny or two for you?
We’re talking ’bout the bad starts
My baby brother has already got a gas mask
‘Cause it’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s good what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Verse 2]
Why does it seem a fever dream for all?
The call you made to me
You said I’ll feel one day each year, a worry
We shall remember the dead
And we’ll remember the dead so they know that we’re sorry
But then carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Verse 3]
How could it be the money?
It’s the vote that matters to me
You say you’re hungry, but you won’t eat the caraway seed
Doesn’t matter in the wreckage, what should you say?
“Well, I found myself a little peckish last Tuesday”
This is what you signed up for, no questions
Reckon we could offer peace, damn the weapons conventions
Well, it’s on the table, but it’s no good, can’t you hear
All our worries for fear, carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

[Bridge]
It’s a good old-fashioned landslide
Killing with your hands tied
In the homemade rope, set sail
Babe, we read it in The Mail, no hope now
And it’s a total fucking whitewash
The people that we might squash
And move from home soil, set sail
For wherever the fuck got oil this time
And if it’s not a fucking war crime
It’s a total waste of your time
And getting so much worse
Get real, kid, your country’s been at war since birth now
And if it’s not a fucking outrage, what’s it all about then?
Now, it’s one on one
Great Britain’s gonna tell you where it all went wrong and then carry on

[Chorus]
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen (Great, great way to fool me again, hun)
Great way to fool me again, hun (Great, acting, it’s great what you tell ’em)
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
Great British bombs in the Yemen

Juice WRLD – Tick Tock (In The Air) Lyrics

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[Intro]
Oh-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 1]
Niggas claim they gang, oh nah you ain’t family (No)
She told me my dick in her jaw was her fantasy (Whoa)
I gave it to her ’cause she said that she need it
My hand on my heater her boyfriend be tweakin’ (Uh-huh)
He run up on me then I’m leavin’ him leakin’ (Uh-huh)
I’m shining like diamonds bet Stevie could see it (Uh-huh)
Pay for the foreign I don’t do the leases (Skrt)
Beretta on me it’ll tear you to pieces (Baow)
Fetty on me, yeah the fetty on me, got machete on me, I’ma cut him to pieces
Yo bitch all over me, suck me, she leakin’
Smokin’ this kush got my eyes Japanese-in’
I gave her defense, she take the offense
When I tell her that she gotta get lost
I’m in the back of the Maybach like Ross (Skrt)
Real nigga business, don’t get involved (Yeah)
Ain’t yo business, bitch I’m a boss (Yeah)
You broke as a bitch and it’s all your fault (Yeah)
Take what I say with a grain of salt, they was doubting
Now I’m on top, ooh, they surrounding (I’m on top)

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

[Verse 2]
I drop a three in the 20 I’m leanin’
I put a light on my gun and it’s beamin’
That bitch really love boat captains, yeah, ’cause she swallow my semen
I don’t want pints of the Wock’ bitch I need it
I don’t need Perkys but damnit I’m fiendin’
Your nigga told you he richer than me I said “Wake up lil’ nigga you know that you dreamin’”
Whoa-oh
I’m in my prime, tick tock
Look at the time, big Glock
That is a 9, get off
Takin’ off like NASA, huh
Finna give you left right like catches, huh
Everyday I wake up cashin’, huh
In the bitch pussy I’m splashin’, huh
Hide the cocaine in the napkin, huh
She do the yayo for fashion
Haters designing my fabric
I’m really hungry for money but these withdrawals got me fastin’, yeah
Goin’ through it, they recorded me pullin’ up in an Aston like a Kutcher movie
Dog that ho like Scooby, maybe even Snoopy
Don’t got time for nat nat bitches why you always snoopin’
Got my gun aimin’ at any rat movin’
Let it go and put the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat in Ratatouille
If you don’t like me you can sue me, heard your girlfriend wanna screw me
Leave yo head off your body, I’ll chop it like suey
I’ve come to realize that I rule the world right now
And if I wanted I could take your girl right now
It’s my life, it’s my world
It’s your bitch? Fuck it, no it’s my girl

[Chorus]
I been on my own shit for so damn long (Ayy)
Niggas tryna steal the wave I won’t let ’em run off
They think that I’m soft ’cause I make sad songs (Hah)
‘Till we catch ’em slippin’ at the red light and peel off (Grra grra grra)
Sticks in the air
I’m so damn high I could sit in the air
If I put my watch on the floor you will slip over there, ice
Bitch I’m dope like the end of a crack pipe

Juice WRLD – Out The Projects Lyrics

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[Intro]
Let’s go, uh

[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

[Verse 1]
Runnin’ up a check, pay my mortgage
Trappin’ out the window, can’t afford it
Lookin’ at my name on the Forbes list
Now she wan’ explore me like she Dora
I take my bitch straight to Elliot
You take your bitch straight to that Sephora
My lil’ bitch so bad she elegant, ha
Yo bitch I wouldn’t even piss on her to give her water (Skrt)
Start me up, bro wanna bet with the choppas, Call of Duty got a pack a punch (Yeah)
Shots to the face make a mountain
.223s, pack a punch, bag that boy up like he lunch
If they ain’t wanna fight, uppercut, hit him with a right and then a left to the gut
Smokin’ on blunts of the Runtz, ayy
Goin’ on runs with my gun, ayy
Up it, make it put your hand in the air, single lady, Beyonce
Ain’t come to play, bring me a K, drummin’ it up like we in a parade
Fetty Wap with the gwap, make it come my way
2Pac with the Glock, bitch I’m in the hallway
Hangin’ out the window, uh, at the continental
I’ma hold that bitch sideways, ayy
Shootin’ at opps on the highway, ayy
Caught him in the driveway, ayy
Autumn, got ’em fallin’, ayy
Hit the curb, make him relocate from this place
No there ain’t no safe place from my gang
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
You cannot escape
Ain’t no safe place
You cannot escape, ayy, ayy
Keep it real, you know the deal
In a mansion up in Encino Hills
F&N on me, I got it concealed
Ain’t no cappin’ at all, bitch I got it for real
They ask me all the time how does it feel
To be able to pay all my family bills
For the people I was upping to kill
Anybody that don’t want my people to live
I won’t say it again, I just pull out and cock it and blow it and leave ’em blowin’ through your head
She screamin’ “you dead”, should’ve never got in my way, on your bitch next

[Bridge]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Let’s go, uh

[Chorus]
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
I’m a rock-star out the projects
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, out the projects
.30 and that .40 bitch we scorin’
Feel like Marty McFly in that DeLorean
Fly as a bird, bitch, I’m soarin’
I don’t wanna fuck that bitch, her pussy borin’

Juice WRLD – No Good Lyrics

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[Intro]
[?]
Hey, Rvssian
Ain’t nothin’ but a-
Uh, no good woman
No good, diamond watchin’ woman
Uh

[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah

[Verse 1]
One thing you need to know about me is
All I ever wanted was love and money, yeah
One thing you need to know about me is
This rock-star life turned me to a junkie
Another thing you need to know about me is
I’m full of addictions, this is just vindictive
Subject a lil’ sensitive, maybe I should just shallow it
Went from talkin’ to ‘pression to money-makin’ prerogative
Still a smart guy, could’ve got a scholarship
Sayin’ fuck college, I’ma tell you how I started it
It took one phone call from G-Money, that’s my dawg
Turned me from a twenty dollar nigga to millions in my drawers
This song’s about all my talents and vices (Oh-oh)
Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (Oh-oh)
Until it piss your father off, he already pissed though (Oh-oh)
I know, ’cause his daughter on my tour givin’ deep-throat (Yeah yeah yeah)
This song’s about all my talents and vices (Oh-oh)
Listen repeatedly, scream it, recite it (Oh-oh)
Yo’ girl give me fellatio, you should be excited (Oh-oh)
‘Cause when she come back to you, that’s a million dollar night (Oh-oh)

[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and girls, right?
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout drugs, the weed and the pills
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and hoes, right?
And clothes, I was overly exposed
Now I’m bein’ the fruits, my momma planet didn’t growed

[Verse 2]
Hell yeah, I done glowed up, I done glowed up
Oxycodin got me so’ed up, gotta remain focus
And these groupie hoes bogus, everybody knows it
But they turn me to a poet, with the love commotion
Blood, sweat and tears, money partied it in Moses
Used to roam it, now it’s gas, what I’m smokin’
Like I farted, hit the gas, I’m in motion
Out, departed, wrist hangin’ out the window, cost yo apartment
This the brightest that my life ever been, I need diamonds all over for when it get dark again
I call my momma up and tell her the devil marchin’ in
She sent me bible verses, then I got distracted by some news from a sex worker
Who am I to not text back? That’s network
Who am I to lie about my life? I know the truth hurts
Who am I to say that this ain’t one of my best verses?
Uh-oh, too bad

[Chorus]
She ain’t nothin but a no good, diamond watchin’ woman
Only love me ’cause she see Versace on my linens
Baby I’m not God, so your sins are not forgiven
I can never lose, every day I wake up winnin’
Momma told me cut the bad hoes off with the scissors
Make ’em disappear, call me Juice WRLD wizard
Bae, I’m high off narcotics, so your name I cannot remember
Using Opioids openly, openly fuckin’ up my image, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and girls, right?
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout drugs, the weed and the pills
I grew up on all types, I’m talkin’ ’bout music and hoes, right?
And clothes, I was overly exposed
Now I’m bein’ the fruits, my momma planet didn’t growed