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Robin Schulz – Rather Be Alone Lyrics

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With every little sip
I’m envious because
Wish I was on your lips, ooh-ooh
I’m jealous of the wind
That’s running through your hair
And all over your skin

Hey, my guess is that you want what I want
And you know what I want
Hey, it’s time to wrap it up, send them home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby

Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby

You got me in the mood
So you can’t blame me now
For trying to clear the room
Are all my manners gone?
‘Cause I can’t take my eyes
Off what you’re sitting on

Hey, my guess is that you want what I want
And you know what I want
Hey, it’s time to wrap it up, send them home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby

(Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home)
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
Ooh baby
Send everybody home
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby

(Don’t tease me
Don’t leave me here alone
‘Cause I’d rather be alone with my baby)

MadeinTYO – Stop Calling Lyrics

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[Chorus: MadeinTYO]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ooh)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Skrrt, yeah)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)

[Verse 1: MadeinTYO]
I’m makin’ money (Yeah)
Laughin’ to the bank, ain’t nothin’ funny (Racks, racks, racks)
Ooh, pockets on Big Boi (Ooh)
Move smooth, yeah, feel like Leeroy (Yeah, yeah)
Gettin’ to that bread feel like a D-boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put you on your head, feel like a B-boy (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, yeah, that’s a fact
Booty hang on thighs, ass fat (Wam, wam, wam, ooh)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Hello? Bitch, where you at? Huh (Where you at, bitch?)
I need, I need, I need some of that (The top, bitch)
And I’m tryna hit it from the back (From the back, bitch)
Hit it, hit it, hit it like I can’t (No more, bitch)
Money calling, who is that? (Hold up, I got racks)
Uh, racks on my line and in my pants (Goddamn)
Uh, now I gotta get more rubber bands (Get more rubber bands, damn)
Fuck this shit in my fitted, word to Cam (Get to fuckin’)
Because…

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Key Glock]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Right now)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Skrrt, bitch)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Wam, wam, wam)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Oh)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)

[Verse 3: Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top, boy, don’t stop (Tay)
Thirty bands, it look like it’s a lot (Okay)
He want everything that I got, I’m everything she not, ayy
I pulled up and bought the lot (Bitch), what you thought? (Dumbass)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, what she workin’ for? (What she what?)
That’s your bitch, ayy, yeah, where her Birkin though? (Where her what?)
Oh, this your shit? Ayy, you gon’ have to show me though (Money)
Yeah, you cool but what’s up with your homie, bro? (What’s up with big bro? Ah-hah)
(Money)

[Chorus: MadeinTYO & Tay Money]
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Ayy, ayy)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Ain’t never what)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Skrrt, Tay Money)
Overseas with a foreign bop (Ooh, work it, work it, woah)
Ooh, I’m gettin’ top (Skrrt, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ top)
Why you think a nigga like me ain’t never stop? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you cheating, girl? Phone on lock (Phone on huh?)
Overseas, yeah, with a foreign bop (Skrrt)

Ghost – Mary on a Cross Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Papa Nihil]
We were speeding together down the dark avenues
But besides all the stardom, all we got was blues
But through all the sorrow, we’ve been riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go
We were scanning the cities, rocking to pay their dues
But besides all the glamor, all we got was bruised
But through all the sorrow, we’ve been riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go

[Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally
And I see nothing wrong with that

[Verse 2: Papa Nihil]
We were searching for reasons to play by the rules
But we quickly found out it was just for fools
Now through all the sorrow, we’ll be riding high
And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go

[Pre-Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a…

[Chorus: Papa Nihil]
You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
Your beauty never, ever scared me, Mary on a, Mary on a cross
If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally
And I see nothing wrong with that

[Outro: Papa Nihil]
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross) Nothing wrong with that
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross) Nothing wrong with that
(Mary on a, Mary on a cross)
(Mary on a) Mary on a cross

Halsey – Graveyard Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
It’s crazy when
The thing you love the most is the detriment
Let that sink in
You can think again
When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and
You’re nothin’ but skin

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running

[Chorus]
They say I may be making a mistake
I woulda followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard (No, oh)

[Verse 2]
You look at me (Look at me)
With eyes so dark, don’t know how you even see
You push right through me (Push right through me)
It’s gettin’ real
You lock the door, you’re drunk at the steering wheel
And I can’t conceal

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I’ve been diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running, I keep running, I keep running

[Chorus]
They say I may be making a mistake
I woulda followed all the way, no matter how far
I know when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard

[Bridge]
Oh, it’s funny how
The warning signs can feel like they’re butterflies

[Chorus]
Oh, ’cause I keep diggin’ myself down deeper
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
I keep running when both my feet hurt
I won’t stop ’til I get where you are
Oh, when you go down all your darkest roads
I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard

French Montana – Suicide Doors Lyrics

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[Intro: French Montana]
La música de Harry Fraud
Call her friend, let’s have a ménage, ooh
From the bottom, straight to the top, ooh

[Chorus: French Montana]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Who got that work? (Who got that work?)
Who got that work? (Who got that work?)
Came out the dirt (Came out the dirt)
I move that work, dawg
Your pockets hurt (Your pockets hurt)
My car got curtains (Dawg)
Her pussy squirt (Her pussy squirt)
I fucked her like a dog
Bought her pink diamonds ’cause my bitch look like a doll (Doll)
Her head so good, made me overlook all of her flaws (Flaws)
Don’t panic, I got suicidal doors on my cars (Cars)
Tell Elliot this water that I wear could look like Voss (We got that work)
I’m in Fiji, drippin’ ‘cross the globe (Box that work)
Minks and chinchillas on my niggas and my hoes (We got that work)
Yeah, took the top off for the winter like I’m Hov (We got that work)
Yeah, put the vibes all in the Sprinter for the road (Road)
Ain’t no switchin’, all my niggas stickin’ to the code (Code)
My man ‘dem, that’s my main man, get this shit in by the load (Load)
Told her put that cocaína color on her toes (On her toes)
And the bitch backed up with suicidal doors

[Chorus: French Montana & Gunna]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Before I chase a ho, I hug my baby close
Right before you blink your eye, I’m on a different coast
I’m on that pot, wrist Lucas
I direct the movies
Phantoms from the hoopties
Hah, that cash money, Juvie
That’s a wrap, doobie
I’m on the hills, Fugee
Drop top on roofies
Caesar pals with Judas, hah
Hey, you know that boy check fatal (Hey)
Why you think his face like a bagel?
Choppin’ down the work, dime a piece
My diamonds jumpin’ like Dominique (Bling)
Water blue ice, rest in peace to Eazy (Skrrt)
Choppin’ down an onion, my eyes Filipin’

[Chorus: French Montana & Gunna]
We chop that work, we got that work
Box that work, she got that work
She got that work, my diamonds twerk
Them haters hurt when them tables turn
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Who got that work?)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(Came out the dirt)
Suicide (Suicide doors)
(I put in work)
Suicide (Suicide doors)

[Outro: French Montana]
Call her friend, let’s have a ménage, ooh
From the bottom, straight to the top, ooh