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Jeremy Zucker – desire Lyrics

[Intro]
Why do you cry with your hair tied up and my t-shirt on?
I guess I’ll be gone when the lease is up
Where did we go wrong?

[Pre-Chorus]
But damn, you look good when your tears dry up
I hate to be the one to make your fears fire up
I’ll be outside when the sky falls down
Wanna get the fuck out this lonely town
Where will you be when I go insane?
I don’t give a fuck, it all feels the same
Easier to blame with a broken heart
Hate me now that we’ve grown apart

[Chorus]
What do you desire? (Hold me down when I fall apart)
(Hold me down when I fall apart)
What do you desire? (Hold me down when I fall apart)
(Hold me down when I fall apart)

[Verse 1]
By now, I should be in LA
Wasting my time chasing better days
But I know way too many things to stay
Alone, at loss for words, but still
I’ve won and I’ve lost but I’ve fell and I’ve fucked it up
I’ve won and I’ve lost but I’ve fell and I’ve fucked it up

Laying in bed with my headphones on
And our playlist stop
I’m spinning right now, hope it don’t last long
Why did I get drunk?

[Pre-Chorus]
But damn, you look good when your tears dry up
I hate to be the one to make your fears fire up
I’ll be outside when the sky falls down
Wanna get the fuck out this lonely town
All of these years, do you feel the same?
Chasing our ride in the pouring rain
Staying up late just to walk you home
Clinging to me like it’s all you know

[Chorus]
What do you desire? (Hold me down when I fall apart)
(Hold me down when I fall apart)
What do you desire? (Hold me down when I fall apart)
(Hold me down when I fall apart)

[Verse 2]
Lately I’ve been left out for dead
Caught between hits of your cigarette
If I’m honest, pretty sure I’m still
Alone, at loss for words, but still
I’ve won and I’ve lost but I’ve fell and I’ve fucked it up
I’ve won and I’ve lost but I’ve fell and I’ve fucked it up

[Bridge]
But damn, you look good in your photographs
Breaking my heart every time you laugh
All of these shots poured down the drain
I tried, but it tastes like Novocaine
Now that you’re free, do you feel alright
Downing these shots with another guy
I know you’ve moved on, just know I’m trying
Anything, and it’s [?]
[?]

[Outro]
For you, yeah I’ve heard it all and made mistakes
Chased my days with Novocaine
Oh, I wonder, are we a work of art
I know we’ll suck at making plans
In the end you’ll understand
(For you)

Chief Keef – Shorty (Remix) Lyrics

[Hook]
They my shorties, they my shorties
They my shorties, they my shorties
I get my shorties 40’s
They come throught blowin’ blowin’ blowin’
They ain’t missin’
They come through scorin’ scorin’ scorin’
They my shorties, they my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40’s
They come throught blowin’ blowin’ blowin’
When we pull up, hop out
Now we blowin’ blowin’ blowin’

[Verse: 1]
Gambino grab the strap
Flash grab my racks
Ball drive the car
Tadoe grab the thots
Tray Savage grab the Mac
Cap grab the bag
Throw bag, grab a [?]
This ain’t what you want
They my shorties
Yeah we love shooting guns
Caught Caper from the front
He came through with a pump
Caught [?] from savage squad
He came through with that [?]
Caught Fredo out the cut
He came through with the mops
Very scary, goosebumps
I come through with the skunk
Blowin’ on the skunks
Skunk reeking on my truck
And I don’t give a fuck
I got money now no [?]
I ain’t never gave no fuck
Was always with the Buck-Buck

[Hook]
They my shorties, they my shorties
They my shorties, they my shorties
I get my shorties 40’s
They come throught blowin’ blowin’ blowin’
They ain’t missin’
They come through scorin’ scorin’ scorin’
They my shorties, they my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40’s
They come throught blowin’ blowin’ blowin’
When we pull up, hop out
Now we blowin’ blowin’ blowin’

[Bridge]
They come throught blowin’ blowin’ blowin’
When we pull up, hop out
Now we blowin’ blowin’ blowin’

[Verse: 2]
Johny bitch, on my necklace
Come through with that garbage
We no drama, young and reckless
My niggas always wilding
I swear they off protected
We don’t no [?]
We don’t know who shoots the weapons
Don’t care ’bout [?]
All I care about is money
Don’t give no fuck ’bout court
Don’t give no fuck ’bout Ronnie
I’m so accounted with money
It’s a money then tsunami
[?] With my shorties we be [?]

[Hook]
They my shorties, they my shorties
They my shorties, they my shorties
I get my shorties 40’s
They come throught blowin’ blowin’ blowin’
They ain’t missin’
They come through scorin’ scorin’ scorin’
They my shorties, they my shorties
These niggas shorties, these niggas shorties
I get my shorties 40’s
They come throught blowin’ blowin’ blowin’
When we pull up, hop out
Now we blowin’ blowin’ blowin’

[Outro] x4
They my shorties, they my shorties
They come throught blowin’ blowin’ blowin’

Lauv – There’s No Way Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lauv]
You touch me and it’s almost like we knew
That there will be history between us two
We knew someday that we would have regrets
But we just ignored them the night we met
We just dance backwards into each other
Trying to keep our feelings secretly covered
You touch me and it’s almost like we knew
That there will be history

[Chorus: Lauv & Julia Michaels]
There’s no way that it’s not going there
With the way that were looking at each other
There’s no way that it’s not going there
Every second with you I want another
But maybe we can hold off one sec
So we can keep this tension in check
But there’s no way that it’s not going there
With the way that were looking at each other

[Verse 2: Julia Michaels, Lauv & Both]
I wish I could make the time stop
So we could forget everything and everyone
I wish that the time would line up
So we could just give in to what we want
‘Cause when I got somebody, you don’t
And when you got somebody, I don’t
I wish that the time would line up
So we could just give in

[Chorus: Lauv & Julia Michaels]
There’s no way that it’s not going there
With the way that were looking at each other
There’s no way that it’s not going there
Every second with you I want another
But maybe we can hold off one sec
So we can keep this tension in check
But there’s no way that it’s not going there
With the way that were looking at each other

[Bridge: Lauv & Julia Michaels]
We just dance backwards into each other
Trying to keep our feelings secretly covered
We just dance backwards into each other
Trying to keep our feelings secretly covered
You touched me and it’s almost like we knew
That there would be history

[Chorus: Lauv & Julia Michaels]
There’s no way that it’s not going there
With the way that were looking at each other
There’s no way that it’s not going there
Every second with you I want another
But maybe we can hold off one sec
So we can keep this tension in check
But there’s no way that it’s not going there
With the way that were looking at each other

[Outro: Lauv & Julia Michaels]
We just keep dancing right into each other
We just keep dancing right into each other

BROCKHAMPTON – J’OUVERT lyrics

Take it all or leave it
I feel you

[Verse 1: Matt Champion]
When there’s a rough patch, don’t eye for the parachute
They goin’ AWOL the second that the light goes on
This a treat ain’t it, soon as she hit the powder room
I pull it back and check my rose, and yeah, I’m ’bout to bloom
It’s that ’90 raised from hell shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, I hit the killswitch
Neck twist like Exorcist, I’ma see you ’round
‘Cause tonight’s the night I’m losin’ all I’m doin’, I’m about this

[Chorus: Joba]
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank

[Verse 2: Joba]
‘Til the casket drops, I will play God
Fuck the world, let’s start a riot
Got too much too quick
God damn, I’m feeling sick, bitch, call the doctor
Don’t act like I ain’t been dead to ya’
Don’t act like I ain’t deserve this shit
Couldn’t last a day inside my head
That’s why I did the drugs I did
Got issues with these motherfuckers
Looking down from they pedestals
From that petty view, on that petty shit
Pray for peace with a knife in my hand
Speak my piece like a gun to my head
Come equipped just to blast this shit
Misunderstood since birth
Fuck what you think, and fuck what you heard
I feel betrayed, you can keep the praise
And all of the fuck shit, need to get away
Still ain’t got the fright to the fickle-minded people
I thought I knew better, wish I knew better
Should have known better, wish that I was better
At dealing with the fame and you fake motherfuckers
Guess I’m too real

[Interlude: Lavaman]
Excuse we, let we pass, rum is the gas
We ain’t play nice, little guy
Doh blame meh, blame di rum, no t—

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood, Lavaman]
I be in my bag, (excuse we) goin’ in (let we pass)
Guess who isn’t built for this, man?
Me and my thugs built for this, man
We goin’ for the gifts and the grams
I be in my bag, (excuse we) goin’ in (let we pass)
Smokin’ all the grams in this bag
Man, you isn’t built for this, man
Run it like the gingerbread man
Fuck that shit, stay hydrated nigga
I’ma let that bitch go home, kiss my momma, wassup?
Wassup?
Black power fist hangin’ from my black ‘fro
Yo, she saw me in that cereal, she want to lick a Oreo, damn
Break the dam when I spit the flow
I’m on the lam like the fuckin’ wool
Hoppin’ out the van, I’m at Abbey Road
Fans with cameras in the bathroom, man that’s difficult
I just wanna smoke a Backwoods by my lovely self
Chill, watch numbers go up, book off the shelf
I found myself and put my face on a missing shirt
I dropped out with no promise that this shit would
(That this shit would work, work, work
Work, work, work, work)
(Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work)

[Bridge: bearface]
With the dogs, in my ride know the doors suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie
With the dogs, in my ride, know the doors suicide
Paranoid, do or die, you should know we never lie
Pull up with the racks to your shop
Cop a medallion or 3, I’m the don
Zim, zim, zim out the bim, get shot
One mill, two mill, three, that’s a lot
Damn

[Chorus: Joba]
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank, suitcase
On my way to the bank, on my way to the bank
On my way to the bank, bank, bank

Sheck Wes – Mo Bamba lyrics

16yrold
Bitch
Daytrip took it to ten

I got hoes calling a young nigga phone (ring ring)
Where’s Ali with the motherfucking dope? (bitch, bitch)
I be ballin’ like a mo’fuckin’ pro (like a, huh, like a, huh)
I be ballin’ like my nigga Mo (Bamba, bitch)
Sheck Wes, I ain’t a mo’fuckin’ joke (haha, hahahahaha)
Steph Wes stay with the fuckin’ pole (pa, pa, pa-pa)
You fuck around and get poled (you get poled, bitch)
‘Cause I got hoes (so many fucking hoes)
Callin’ a young nigga phone
(Ring-ring, ring, ring-ring, ring, ring-ring)
Where’s Ali with the (bitch with the) mo’fuckin’ dope? (huh)
I be ballin’ like a mo’fuckin’ pro (like a mo’fuckin’ pro)
I be ballin’ like my nigga Mo (Bamba, Bamba)
Sheck Wes got so many flows (I do it all)
Call me Drake how a nigga controlla

Oh! Fuck! Shit! Bitch!
Young Sheck Wes and I’m getting really rich (ching-ching)
See how I caught it ‘cause I’m really with the shits (bang-bang)
See me in the streets and I be really with a (cling, cling), with a
Bad bitch (bitch), niggas straight rocking (rock)
Niggas straight see me, when they see me, they be coppin’ (what?)
I’m the best drug dealer, nigga, come and cop it (got it)
Young Sheck Wes, I’m like the fuckin’ Green Goblin

I got hoes (ho)
Calling a young nigga phone, phone (bitch)
Where’s Ali with the motherfucking dope?
(With the motherfucking dope)
Dope (with the motherfucking dope)
With the motherfucking dope (bitch)
With the dope (getting rich), with my bros (bitch, shit)
I fucked your ho (shit)
And she ain’t even let you know (she fucked up)

Damn, this nigga nice, fuck is you talking about?
(‘Cause I got) bitch (hoes)
And my nigga One-Six, my nigga
Ali, the Daytrip nigga, fuck is niggas talking about?
(I got hoes, shit
Young Sheck Wes, I do it on the go)