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4,388,085 | Reich Song | pop | [Verse 1]
A empire suffering demotion
Digging big graves at the moment
Like how a single war
Can make a nation broken
Might only have one party
But can make an revolution
[Pre-Chorus]
And all those politics that didn't stay
Fascism inside my brain
I will state it loud tonight
Can you hear me Alois ist beim?
[Chorus]
Das ist mein Reich song
Take back our Reich song
Prove I'm Fuhrer song
My Wehrmacht turned on
Invading right now, Blitzkrieg shall be strong
I'll play my Reich song
Warsaw's clearly there
If allies don't believe
I've still got, a lot of Panzers left in me
[Verse 2]
Annihilating Benelux and I'm chasing France
The allies are worried about me
Blitzkrieged France, now I'm in Paris (In Paris)
And it's been a year, the Reich now has grown
There's a fire lighting in Rome
Stalin
Soviet Union
[Pre-Chorus]
And all those politics that didn't stay
Lebensraum inside my brain
I will state it loud tonight
Can you hear my army outside?
[Chorus]
Das ist mein Reich song
Expand our Reich song
Prove I'm Fuhrer song
My Wehrmacht turned on
Invading right now, Blitzkrieg shall be strong
I'll play my Reich song
Moscow's clearly there
If allies don't believe
I've still got, a lot of manpower left in me
A lot of manpower left in me
[Bridge]
A empire suffering demotion
Digging big graves at the moment
Like how a single war
Can make a nation broken
Might only have one party
But can make an revolution
[Chorus]
Das ist mein Reich song (Heil!)
Long live the Reich song (Heil!)
Prove I'm Fuhrer song (Heil!)
My Wehrmacht turned on
Invading right now, Blitzkrieg shall be strong
I'll play my Reich song
Moscow's clearly there
If allies don't believe
I've still got, a lot of manpower left in me
[Outro]
I've still got, a lot of glory left in me |
4,388,086 | Drugs Take the Pain Away | rap | Hook:
Gotta take drugs to take the pain away
Remember how we always used to sway away
I gave you my love but you just ran away
Everyday just feels like it's a rainy day
(×2)
Verse:
I just wanna end it all, please just forgive my mistakes
I thought maybe I'd be happy if we would date
But as it turns out that just lead me to my fate
With my heart now rotting to the core like a stake
Just gotta swipe all the feelins behind like a rake
Cuz as it turns out, you were just fake
Lying to me day after day, make me overthink
And I could never sleep, always stayed awake
I tried erasing feelins but it was too much to take
You make me want to die, end it all, day after day
They all suggest a counselor
But I'm too deep to save
And they don't know
All I want's a retake
I need our love and that's all I crave
I wish I could go back and redo the past
Cuz I miss when everything was the same
Why can't I move on? What's wrong with my brain?
I feel as though I'm sinking further down the drain
I wanna run away, lock my heart and hide away
So nobody finds me and I'm free to attend my death date
Just don't open the casket, you'll realize it's too late
Cuz everything you've done made me give in to fate
And your love traps me inside a metal crate
Forever and ever I can never escape
Your dying love as you called it felt like hate (so I)
Hook:
Gotta take drugs to take the pain away
Remember how we always used to sway away
I gave you my love but you just ran away
Everyday just feels like it's a rainy day
(×2) |
4,388,088 | Ive Grown Accustomed To His Face | pop | I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
He whistles night and noon
His smiles, his frowns
His ups, his downs
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent
And content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again, and yet
I've grown accustomed to his look
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face
I'm very grateful he's a fella
And so easy to forget, rather like a habit
One can always break, and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air
Accustomed to his face |
4,388,091 | Tha Bag | rap | Yeah, It's Keba
Pioneer, Isaque, Yeah
Haha, Yo
I been take the shit, squeez with my gang(with my gang)
The realest fam yeah, coming from my name(from my name)
My gang we gang, all the shit to the end(to the end)
Ain't no stop, chase white lightnin' in the game(in the game)
I fuck yo bitch, till she squirtin' i make her scream(make her scream)
After her, i'm fuck on her best friend(friend)
'Cause she luv me, she see burberry in my hеadband(band)
Run the race of your life at yo own pacе(pace)
No road is long when you have good company(company)
Got a wreck with the smart car today(today)
Racing is life, everything is just waitin'(just waiting)
I do not get drunk(drunk)
I get awesome(some)
Takin' off, and i'm ridin' on the road now(now)
Hit the gas no brakes, gotta go now(now)
Put my life on the line yeah it's on me(me)
You can smell the propane when you pass me(me)
Chase drive straight i'mma race to the cake(cake)
Rolling up some(some)
Got me some gas(gas)
No asthma while i'mma smokin' gas(smoking gas)
This life ain't easy real niggas get my point(get my point)
Just want cash like S2kizzy on the beat(on the beat)
Only 21yrs and i'm ballin' like i'm kobe(like i'm kobe)
She a trophy she eat me up guacamole(guacamole)
Poppin' up run the streets just to flex
(just to flex)
They ain't no spell my name i'mma putting on my chain(chain)
Shout out to my nigga chia, you did the best(best)
Pull up yo socks, till the day you make it right(make it right)
We want just cash, to push this fuckin life(fuckin life)
Diamonds aqua on me ain't no limit(ain't no limit)
They go wink on my jewelry this is real shit(shit)
If you wanna be real, follow my fuckin' shit(shit)
That's how niggas do, to please me(me)
Chase check, i ain't never chase a bitch(no chase a bitch)
These bitches know, if no pain no gain(no gain)
They chase me, like the shark in the ocean(ocean)
They want my bag, i ain't give it damn
We going, we poppin'(poppin')
We kick it, she shoppin'(shoppin')
We work, she shoppin(shoppin')
We dumpin', we luv(luv)
We breakin' heart(heart)
We smoke, we trippin'(trippin')
We broke, we kickin(kickin')
We freeze, we trippin'(trippin')
We work, we run(run)
Get on , high(high)
Space, fly(fly)
Big , squirtin'(squirtin')
Fuckin' water(water)
Reverse twerk,(water)
Bounce bacc,(bacc)
Bad bitches |
4,388,094 | apple seeds | pop | [Verse]
There's a man behind the tree, staring right at me
His big blue eyes deceive
He's chewing apple seeds
The bark begins to croak, for his fingers stroke
Envy boils within
We want to feel again |
4,388,095 | PS2 | rap | Chorus
I've been living life in recluse
My momma fear that I may need me a noose
I used to wanna be the best in the world
Until I found out I’m already the truth
When I was 12 I played the PS2
Saving money for a new sweatsuit
Shit, round the same time Nelly dropped sweatsuit
They gon let me in, nigga who let you
My nigga used to say
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, hold yo head, trust no bitch
Niggas out here be fucking up, Ain't nobody to trust but us
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, hold yo head, trust no bitch
Niggas out here be fucking up, Ain't nobody to trust but us
Verse 1
Back again
They ain't let me in so I brought my friends
I ain’t been the same since 2010
Fuck around and have this whole bitch extend
I’m just playing
My nigga then again
I ain't have patience since Juice & Gin
I’m talking 1993 when I was in depends
You know it's fucked when you can't trust your friends
I watched these niggas fold over papaer like origami
Trauma got me in suspense on end
I might lose my mind today
Life ain't fair who am I to say
I might, pull up in a platinum Benz
Throw your whole mood off on accident
That nigga Syl switch moods but his raps on ten
I got a problem with acknowledging my stats & wins
Humble or not, you niggas would be done on my block
You run to opps whenever sinners run up ya spot
Your gun never pops, don't tell me you got one in the drop
Be hugging your thot whenever figures come for the guap
The fun never stops, my nigga I ain't come here to watch
Im bout that action
Soon as any rumbling starts, I’m out here clashing
I don't do martinis, I rock Old fashions
High by myself with grace, I might just cash in
Chorus
I've been living life in recluse
My momma fear that I may need me a noose
I used to wanna be the best in the world
Until I found out I’m already the truth
When I was 12 I played the PS2
Saving money for a new sweatsuit
Shit, round the same time Nelly dropped sweatsuit
They gon let me in, nigga who let you
My nigga used to say
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, hold yo head, trust no bitch
Niggas out here be fucking up, Ain't nobody to trust but us
Spit yo game, talk yo shit, hold yo head, trust no bitch
Niggas out here be fucking up, Ain't nobody to trust but us
Outro
Aye, Aye, Aye
Right Quick, Right Quick
Right Quick
Pay Homage Nigga
Some of yall wouldn't be shit without Speaker Knockerz |
4,388,096 | Aura | rb | [Verse 1]
I used to feel so incomplete (Incomplete)
I just couldn't control my mind
Used to love myself
But she didn't love me back (Yeah, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
I been talking to my friends and I
Even saw a therapist but I
Just couldn't rest my bones (No, I couldn't rest my bones)
I been my worst enemy (Been my worst enemy)
Now I got the remedy (Now I got the remedy)
I need some time alone
[Chorus]
So when you see me
Don’t even bother coming near me
Imma be imma be chillin'
Imma bе doing my thing
For real, yeah
I’m too busy doing me, yеah
Keeping that aura real clean, yeah
Keeping that aura real clean
[Verse 2]
I used to feel so out of place
Been feeling so numb
Adulthood sucks, I wanna go, I wanna go back
To the good old days (I wanna go back)
I'd overthink my overthinking
Spreading like a wildfire, wildfire
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now I finally see the light (Now I finally see the light)
Mind, body and soul aligned (Mind, body and soul aligned)
Yeah, I am my own cure
[Chorus]
So when you see me
Don’t even bother coming near me
Imma be imma be chillin'
Imma be doing my thing
For real, yeah
I’m too busy doing me, yeah
Keeping that aura real clean, yeah
Keeping that aura real clean
[Bridge]
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
[Chorus]
So when you see me
Don’t even bother coming near me
Imma be imma be chillin' (Ha ha ha)
Imma be doing my thing
For real, yeah
I’m too busy doing me, yeah
Keeping that aura real clean, yeah
Keeping that aura real clean (Ha ha ha)
[Outro]
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura
A-a-a-aura |
4,388,099 | Nobody Ever Really Means What They Say | rock | Take me out for a coffee
It’s on me but I thought you’d pay
Or maybe some pizza
I’d prefer vegan but if not it’s okay
Take me out to a movie tonight
I don’t care if it’s lame
Afterwards we can look at the sky
You can give the brightest star my name
Date me, date me
Do you wanna date me
If you’re not too busy for me
Kiss me, kiss me
Did you wanna kiss me
Would it kill you to give one night to me
Pick me up at 7 PM
Oh your late make it 8, that’s fine with me
What’s your problem with with falling in love
Even if it ruins a good thing
D-A-T-E-M-E datе me!
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
First comes love, thеn comes UGH!
Then comes a baby in the baby bug
Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, I’m over you
Eenie meanie miney-mo
“Let’s just be friends” No no no no!
Date me, date me
Do you wanna date me
If you’re not too busy for me
Kiss me, kiss me
Did you wanna kiss me
Would it kill you to give one night to me |
4,388,100 | Money In My Mind | rap | [Intro: Faiik$]
LEXNOUR
Where can I find
Where can I find
Money in my mind
[Chorus: Faiik$]
Where can I find, where can I find
Love, when there’s only space for money in my mind
Smoke in the face
Take me into space
Wanna see the stars in a rolls Royce wraith
Spend my days in the trap
Just to be seen on the map
Going hard every day, till the day that I pass
Until I have money, u know that I have many options
When you see me with a gun, you always acting all cautious
[Verse: Faiik$]
Homies always got my back
I don’t give a fuck if you’re sad
You’re not my factor for cash
I’m gonna do the dash in your ass
I don’t wanna go to sleep with no money in my feet
I just wanna be succеssful till the day I die in peacе
Yea
[Chorus: Faiik$]
Where can I find, where can I find
Love, when there’s only space for money in my mind
Smoke in the face
Take me into space
Wanna see the stars in a rolls Royce wraith
Spend my days in the trap
Just to be seen on the map
Going hard every day, till the day that I pass
Until I have money, u know that I have many options
When you see me with a gun, you always acting all cautious
[Outro: Faiik$]
Yea
Black Heart Vendetta
Viral |
4,388,102 | Represent | pop | A Precyse enuh
Yuh know how e guh
Me never know yuh bad when yuh talk it
Gyal a yuh fat pussy tun yuh inah target
Yuh nuh hear?
Gyal yuh pussy tight eeh
(Gyal yuh pussy tight eeh)
Aaaaarite good ole gyal dat yuh hear
A tight ole gyal mek me affi represent
Gyal inah the front seat pull inah the Benz
A tight ole gyal yow me affi represent
She independent she nuh pay rent
A tight ole gyal yea me affi represent
Gyal inah the front seat pull inah the Benz
A tight ole gyal yea me affi represent
Independent she nuh pay rent
There's something about you
Makes me feel how I want to
You know I got plans to
Capture you by the heart boo
I bring you the moon girl
Make you live with the stars too
I buy you them roses
Just cause you make my heart bloom
A tight ole gyal mek me affi represent
Gyal inah the front seat pull inah the Benz
A tight ole gyal yow me affi represent
She independent she nuh pay rent
A tight ole gyal yea me affi represent
Gyal inah the front seat pull inah the Benz
A tight ole gyal yea me represent
Independent she nuh pay rent
Bruk pocket boy can't pull pon yuh endz
Bedroom affi clean don't carry no scent
Inside bathroom outta door don't renk
When man gi yuh money dem money well spent
Fi yuh fridge and yuh TV courts nah send
Seh dem a the one yuh a 10 outta 10
Cau yuh bad long time from way back when
A tight ole gyal yea me affi represent
A tight ole gyal mek me affi represent
Gyal inah the front seat pull inah the Benz
A tight ole gyal yow me affi represent
She independent she nuh pay rent
A tight ole gyal yea me affi represent
Gyal inah the front seat pull inah the Benz
A tight ole gyal yea me affi represent
Independent she nuh pay rent
How yuh tight so
Oooii yea me like yuh
Oooii gyal how yuh pussy fat so
Aaarite the one Don like yuh
Hey you a the type a girl weh me wuda wife up
Plus me see it seh yuh really like fuck
Yuh really like fuck |
4,388,104 | Main Character | pop | [Verse 1]
Once upon a time, I
Cried over guys like you, I
Knew you’d never go for a girl like me
But the heartache made me grow up
And the pain it made me glow up
And now I’m living so happily
[Pre-Chorus]
You’re talking bout a sidekick (Don’t know her)
Best friend in a chick flick (I don’t know her)
Baby, I’m the first pick
So you better act quick
Cause I
[Chorus]
I’m the main character, that’s me
Bigger than your wildest fantasies
Yeah you’re gonna find me
Front and center, all up on your screen
I’m the main character, baby
Think ya need a dose of rеality
You’re never gonna find anothеr like me
I’m the main character, that’s me
[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a minute
It isn’t any of your business
Who I’m with and what I’m doing
Had your chance and boy you blew it
Wow, talk about a turnaround
But what goes around comes back around
Karma’s got you looking like a full-on clown
[Pre-Chorus]
You’re talking bout a sidekick (I don’t know her)
Best friend in a chick flick (I swear I don’t know her)
Baby, I’m the first pick
So you better act quick
Cause I
[Chorus]
I’m the main character, that’s me
Bigger than your wildest fantasies
Yeah you’re gonna find me
Front and center, all up on your screen
I’m the main character, baby
Think ya need a dose of reality
You’re never gonna find another like me
I’m the main character that’s me
The one (To beat)
You can’t (Compete)
You’ll never (Be)
The main character, that’s me
[Bridge]
Some days it all gets too much
And I’m craving a little love
And I think about calling you up
But I regain my self control
Remember I’m better off being alone
There can only be one starring role
And I
[Chorus]
I’m the main character, that’s me
Bigger than your wildest fantasies
Yeah you’re gonna find me
Front and center, all up on your screen
I’m the main character, baby
Think ya need a dose of reality
You’re never gonna find another like me
I’m the main character, that’s me
[Outro]
“Who, me?” |
4,388,105 | Old News | pop | Everyone’s eyes are watching
But no one seems to figure out
That with every tea you spill about me
I just get more clout
Everything I do turns into a front page
That’s what being famous is like these days
Everything I say makes the haters rage
But I’m not afraid of girls in their boy band phase
Everything you say about me
It’s all old news
Every gossip picture and story
It’s all reused
(x2)
Trust me I’ve heard it all
A feud with her and he
With the G and E
But can’t you see?
Everything you say about me
It’s all old news
Eevery gossip picture and story
It’s all reused
(x2)
Others are always lokking for media attention
But the truth is the media is looking for me
Aren’t you tired of seeing my face on magazines?
On one thing we can both agree
On me, you got nothing new
But myabe I can give you a scoop or two
Cause all you got is old news, yes it's true
Everything you say about me
It’s all old news
Every gossip picture and story
It’s all reused
(x2) |
4,388,108 | Mireya | rb | (Intro)
My baby, my baby, my baby
(Verse 2)
I’m feeling on the vibe and I’m loving all your energy
Ever since I met you we developed all the chemistry
Member when we met and then I felt you was a friend to me
Every time I seen you I can say it was my remedy
I was young and dumb in the game as a freshman
You was prolly focused on yo grades and all the lessons
Try to make a move but then I felt that I was pressing
If you really love me why the heck you leave me guessing baby
Yeah and girl you found you a guy
You used to tell me it was nothing baby that was a lie
Convos dry, he not fly, I just wanna know why
Convos dry, he not fly, I just wanna know why
But it seems like he was not part of the plan
It was evident that I’m the better man
And all I gotta say is I want you
Be my boo
(Chorus)
Where do we go
What can we do
Calling you my crush
But I wanna call you boo
1000 miles away
No need for games
I can call you bae make your day every day
See me on the radio
And you the one I wanna show in my videos
Take you with me when I’m rolling to the studio
Any issues in the past gotta let it go
(Verse 2)
I was wrong to not reply to your text
I let Twitter tell me that I should move on to the next
I was wrong for letting someone make me feel that never having any feels was the way that I should feel, now I’m all up in my feels
Going straight to my head
You won’t believe all the things that your friend would’ve said
She would tell me little lies over telling me the truth cuz all she ever really wanted was to get me in bed
Man it got to me
Lies that hurt me more than if she started showing honesty
If I’m speaking honestly, wonder if you really thought of me like I’m the man or did you laugh at me like comedy
Baby I’m a prodigy
Member that one time when we got stuck up in some mess and you was bleeding in the back and I was crying in my heart
I felt that it was my fault for the time we heard the shots because I understood the trouble that was coming from the start
You telling me about these other guys that I been cool with and it killed me on the inside but I’m tryna be your friend
I’m knowing what he wants vs what you thought and then I tried to tell you leave because I had a feeling how it was gon end
We both been through some stuff bae
We can go and fix it bae
Getting on my grind bae
Never let yo friends sway
Ever since I met you girl you told me I was fly
You messing with a star girl you messing with that guy (and I’m gone)
My baby, my baby, my baby |
4,388,111 | Waiting2die | pop | [Intro]
I feel so sick
I feel so bad
Every morning I wake up
And I’m so sad
And I’m thinking 'bout
All the fun times we’ve had
And I’m losing my mind
I’m going mad
[Verse 1]
I feel so sick
I feel so bad
Every morning I wake up
And I’m so sad
And I’m thinking 'bout
All the fun times we’ve had
And I’m losing my mind
I’m going mad
[Verse 2]
My stomach hurts
My head hurts
And I don’t know why
I feel the worst
And I’m dying out
I don’t rehearse
And I’m crying now
I’m in a hearse
[Chorus]
I just popped a pill
And I’m waiting to die
I didn’t OD
And I don’t know why
Sitting in bed
All I do is cry
I wanna be dead
And I don’t know why
[Chorus]
I just popped a pill
And I’m waiting to die
I didn’t OD
And I don’t know why
Sitting in bed
All I do is cry
I wanna be dead
And I don’t know why
[Verse 3]
Can’t get one break
I feel terrible
All the pain I feel
Is unbearable
No free time
To do anything
I wanna write songs
And I wanna sing
[Verse 4]
My anxiety and stress
Comes out at night
Pull up on him
If he wanna fight
I’m feeling good
Feeling quite alright
But there’s something wrong
And I just might
[Verse 5]
I can’t breathe
I feel sick
And my heart is racing
Used to it (yuh)
Losing my mind
I’m an idiot
You’re wasting my time
You’re a piece of shit (yuh)
[Chorus]
I just popped a pill
And I’m waiting to die
I didn’t OD
And I don’t know why
Sitting in bed
All I do is cry
I wanna be dead
And I don’t know why
[Chorus]
I just popped a pill
And I’m waiting to die
I didn’t OD
And I don’t know why
Sitting in bed
All I do is cry
I wanna be dead
And I don’t know why
[Outro]
Popped a pill
And I’m waiting to die
(O-O) OD
And I don’t know why
(Lay-lay) laying in bed
All I do is cry
(Wanna-wanna) wanna be dead
And I don’t know why |
4,388,112 | Bowser in the Sky | rap | Verse 1
Niggas still yapping bout who the best is, Investments
I pushed product under thy noses still they couldn’t feel a thing, Tetris
Building blocks enforced my excellence
Boy I’m starting, you blessed to handle my refreshments
The game is reckless
A Bunch of baby boomers sitting in cubicles sharing meme posts through DM’s & texts
Old gatekeepers, I’ve seen em crumble over cake & hang themselves, Breathless
Feels like I made a return to the royal rumble got a pop and eliminated like edge did
Hold Up a second
I’ve drawn a line with all my peers and dare a soul to cross my boundary Jericho upon my checklist
Why does the cred get, Lost in all your explanations
I like patience cause timing delivers solace when the threats hit
It’s chess not checkers
Babygirl ordered a 2nd round of drinks
But I wanna fuck, so I’m asking where the check is
These are the moments I thank the Lord I have a preference
Niggas popped bottles at the awards, I did my pushups, sit-ups & pull-ups
My brothers come to me for grace & good connection like 96 Master P, I got the hook up
My only goal in rap is to leave you niggas shook up
And tell niggas Mickey Factz started skinny jeans & supras
Forsaken our legends for for fickle talent, Fuck a cook up
I’ve seen all the morals go out the window and betrayal cross as soon as I looked up
Shook so many hands and delivered so many deeds without asking because the universe is peeping
I read the secret
Discovered 14 laws and utilized some spiritual shit to keep these demons out my cement
Then stared at the surface till I was forced to hit the deep-end
And to every falling out I had just know my nigga we even
No need to keep in
Touch my soul in any way possible, funeral, old nigga preaching
Kiss from a rose and seal his fate upon the weekend
Hmmm, This y’all only warning
Niggas still yapping bout who the best is
[Clears throat]
Are we live?
Alright
The following message is intended for all audiences tuned in to the Young Sylvan program
Young Sylvan is coming back for all you mutherfuckers
Young Sylvan doesn’t give a shit about what you think about this album
Unless you believe it’s the best album you’ve ever heard
Young Sylvan would also like to clarify that it’s not
Fuck every rapper in this bitch
It’s more, fuck every rapper in this bitch that’s shown or will show disrespect towards Young Sylvan
Um, anything else?
Um yea
[sniffs]
I need double this time, for everything I lost |
4,388,113 | Numb To love Part 2 | rap | [Intro: TG]
Da da da, da da da da da *muffled*
Mmm I think that *muffled*
I am numb to love
I think that, I am numb to love
I think that, I am numb to love ohhhh
[Chorus: fewmet]
I don't even know if its fair anymore
You don't even know if you care anymore
Life's fucked up and you know it
I gave you my heart then you broke it
Aye, fuck love 1 time
Fuck love 2 times
Fuck love another time
I'll just snort another line
[Verse 1: fewmet]
Aye, To get past the times that you made me go through
My friends asked all the time like damn who broke you
Is love just, A joke to you
[Pre-Chorus: fewmet & TG]
I think that I am numb to love
I think that I am numb to love, ove
[Chorus: fewmet]
I don't even know if its fair anymore
You don't even know if you care anymore
Life's fucked up and you know it
I gave you my heart then you broke it
Aye, fuck love 1 time
Fuck love 2 times
Fuck love another time
I'll just snort another line
[Verse 2: TG]
And I wrote this song with you in mind, yuh
I watch our love shatter like glass
And within seconds you would thought of my past
How I left you alone
I guess that's my bad
Just give me a day or 2 cause' I know that I'll run back
And every time you said you loved me was a lie
I've been living in pain cause' I don't have you by my side
No one could love each other more that shit was always a tie
Now I know I want it, cause' you left me to die
And I still wonder what we could have became
I tried so hard and it is such a shame
That you became a bitch, only you are to blame
And in the end I wish nothing changed
[Pre-Chorus: fewmet & TG]
I think that I am numb to love
Are we trying again because I'm ready to give up
[Chorus: fewmet]
I don't even know if its fair anymore
You don't even know if you care anymore
Life's fucked up and you know it
I gave you my heart then you broke it
Aye, fuck love 1 time
Fuck love 2 times
Fuck love another time
I'll just snort another line
[Outro: TG]
I wish I could still call you mine, yuh |
4,388,114 | Forest | rap | [Verse 1]
Hit it with some bullets, you know I'm gonna be shooting
And when I'm advancing you should know that I am moving
And when I am rapping I am lyrically improving
But your assuming Imma human please tell me what tests are you doing
I am getting all the hoops and I'm getting ready to shoot
I think this mean I can prove what I can do
When it comes to my flow and melody being so smooth
And you're a pussy if a demon voice effect scares you
Soon it gonna be noon I'm gonna put you in a hole
"screw the rules" you say but you get muted role
The annoyance of you is 2 times the amount of a toxic nine year old
My patients with you is not time able
But Imma fight em all, they are all collateral, put em in a catapult
I'm the new lil hollow got a bag of souls
And with my lyrics like Pokémon I catch em all
And when I'm rapping I am passionate
Ain't no fucking bet, a bullet going the chest
Like the in Lincoln's head that was his shows end
You're gonna end up like Elves when he took all those meds
And ended up dead on the fucking toilet
Nobody giving a fuck if I got the flow case like the Jackal
And if you wanna battle Imma put you in a shackle
Taking down your channel will out you under gravel
Never waggle your ankle to travel then you'll be fragile
People always scramble to win a game of scrabble
But with my lyricism I catch it with a grapple
Never the less Imma hit em with my Glock
Imma serial killer, others go snap crackle pop
No matter where you run you'll be in my sight
And most likely get shot by mu mother fucking techn9ne/
But Imma get em vemon and send em to heaven just so you know never forgetting
How Imma go with my flow never low always gonna tryna be the GREATEST OF ALL TIME dope/
[Verse 2]
Counter damage wackest nobody give a fuck about my
Life unless if I'm spitting it like the fucking speed of light
Fucking off away with that bullshit, I'm lyrically poetic
Better that you never forget it you better give me credit
When I break those rules, of what I can do
I'm spitting so sick it's like I got the flue
Bringing it back, knife in back, enough of that
Fuck your rap, you're never funky man
Nail in the coffin, nails on the cross
Good thing you don't know me I'm a final level boss
Your flow is chronic, while I am bionic
And if there is a cypher there a chance I'm on it
Real ironic when people go super sonic
Because when it comes to chopping you know I'm never stopping
If somebody betrays me, know who I'm blocking
Imma destroy anybody who's on the sticks wrong end
The heart's a wrench, your tonsils split
You be acting like a dragon you little bitch
So your thoung is split at the end of it
I don't care about your records shit
I'm sicker then the slowest serial killer
Sick of the stupid saint's pretend liquor
Because I'm a super sinner and cupid is no more realer
But I got mother fucking speed of a cheetah I don't really give a fuck about what chu saying
I'm sickest like I'm covid
But my flow is so emotive
Cause a fucking explosion
You're highest is my lowest
You'll get crucified
With some stupid lies
Your fame rise is juts a fasaud in your
Fucking mind you just need that realised |
4,388,117 | Hands Off | rap | [Intro]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hard to start a, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Chorus]
Keep your hands off me (Off me)
Cannot control what's on my mind
Thoughts’ll get naughty, yeah
Swingin' my body side to side
Look what you're doing to me
It’s just too hard to start a fight
Keep your hands off me (Off me)
Wait 'till this party starts to die
[Post-Chorus]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Refrain]
Something 'bout you on my mind
I've got a man but, damn, you fine
When we leave this club tonight
I'm gonna have you on my mind
It's not much like we're in love
Not tryna hide but tried to run
Shouldn't have to tell you twice
We on until this party dies
[Chorus]
Keep your hands off me (Off me)
Cannot control what’s on my mind
Thoughts’ll get naughty, yeah
Swingin' my body side to side
Look what you’re doing to me
It's just too hard to start a fight
Keep your hands off me (Off mе)
Wait 'till this party starts to die
[Post-Chorus]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 1]
Boy you know I tryna wish
You [?] cuz I [?] at you, just some, some [?] (Wish)
[?] nigga [?]
[?] tryna bе myself [?] niggas [?] (Wish)
Yo mouth boy, say some, some dangerous things that come from my mind
I feel so [?] runnin I wish you
[Chorus]
Keep your hands off me (Off me)
Cannot control what's on my mind
Thoughts’ll get naughty, yeah
Swingin' my body side to side
Look what you're doing to me
It's just too hard to start a fight
Keep your hands off me (Off me)
Wait 'till this party starts to die
[Post-Chorus]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, let me tell you this first
Boy, you're making me purr
You tryna make it want more
But baby, this hurts, when you're touching my curves
Tell me all the right words, I think I might burst
Gettin' all on my nerves, feelin' on my skirt
And then I might burst, wanna tell the whole world
If that even the way that it works, baby
[Refrain]
Something 'bout you on my mind
I've got a man but, damn, you fine
When we leave this club tonight
I'm gonna have you on my mind
It's not much like we're in love
Not tryna hide but tried to run
Shouldn't have to tell you twice
We on until this party dies
[Chorus]
Keep your hands off me (Off me)
Cannot control what's on my mind
Thoughts'll get naughty, yeah
Swingin' my body side to side
Look what you're doing to me
It's just too hard to start a fight
Keep your hands off me (Off me)
Wait 'till this party starts to die
[Post-Chorus]
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) |
4,388,118 | Bunda Logic | rap | [G12Bunda]
Bunda
[Various]
AaaaaAAAAeeeAaaaeeeAAAA
B E A N S
MRRRRRRA
YO!
(impact)
CHING CHONG
(monkey noises)
Ee rr (roddy rich reference ygm)
[RJ Ginga]
Aidan’s cock wants to be touched ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
(THUD)
[G12Bunda]
Bunda on da beat yuh
[RJ Ginga]
Shoutout to my dad if he’s still out there!
[Rager Games]
Shoutout to my dog, you make a nice meal!
[Wxzy FN]
Shoutout to wxzy FN!
[Chorus]
Su-Su-SUCK YOUR MUM!
Mommy ughhhhh...
My name is G12BUNDA
Come with no batty and i’ll send ya!
Me and the boys in a foreign
After that pounding i’m snoring
Come here and give me a sloppy
Fuck i’m illiterate where’s floppy?
[RJ Ginga & Lychii]
My dick don’t fit / so i’ll lodge it
[Everyone]
EVERYONE KNOWS THE BATTY LOGIC!
[Lychii & Stef.Nas]
Caught you in 4K
Caught lacking
Pulled my pants up
Cos i’m packing
MARIOOOOOOOOOOO...
BATTY LOGIC!
SU-SU-SUCK YOUR MUM!
[G12Bunda]
I’m just talking rubbish
I don’t know what to say
Came so fast like i’m sonic
Lychii on the beat and i sung it
Yuh, i’m doing it
[Stef.Nas]
Emily, this track is harder than my cock!
[Anonymous]
I SWEAR!
[G12Bunda]
Aman loves cock HE LOVES COCK!
[Lychii & RJ Ginga]
Haha! Harry, where’s your balls gonе!
Where your balls gone harry?!
[Various]
Arе you fertile? Are you fertile Aidan?
[ChazHD]
Jeevan likes cock we all know that true
Godwin has that bunda but it’s not for you
It’s like the time he shit on the ground in Year 2!
[LR Misery]
Aidan’s got a massive glizzy!
(THUD)
[Moaning Animals]
[AsianEquationStation]
Batty Logic
I’ll pin ur mum like sonic
Spittin them bars like bunds atomic
Now calm down i got my 30 seconds of clout so let’s stop it
[Anonymous]
AIDAN YOU BUMHOLE!
[Wxzy FM]
My name is JuJu man!
And i like ur uncle
His name is Bonku
And i am ur uncle
[AsianEquationStation]
We just a group of rappers
Waffling just like Kaspas
Shout out my man Lychii music
Shout out G1 Raptor!
I’ll pin ur mum as fast as sonic
I'm orange just like Fanta
We spitting bars like gangsters
This track is a disaster
Like some tiktok dancer!
{Chorus}
My name is G12BUNDA
Come with no batty and i’ll send ya!
Me and the boys in a foreign
After that pounding i’m snoring
[G12Bunda]
Came fast on the beat like sonic
Lychii on the beat and i sung it!
[Everyone]
Fuck i’m illiterate where’s floppy?
Come here and give me a Sloppy!
[G12Bunda]
I like dancing, I like raps
I make. Stacks
I got two pairs of shoes (???)
And i like toes (!!!)
I like paper sweets
And i lick them sweets
And i litter those sweets
Because i’m better than better
(SHEESH)
I love so much cock (THUD)
Im joking! i don’t love so much cock
But jeevan loves cock he r*pes his kids
(Ne*ro & Taco bell)
He r*pes them in his bed
And then after that
The last bar
And we’re gonna end it with:
COCK
[Ending]
AYYYYY! (What the fuck...)
(Moaning and screaming)
Man, i’m gonna break my monitor
I SWEAR!
SMNOF! SUBSCRIBE TO SNMOF!
[Gaydin]
﷽
ماشاءالله
ماشاءالله
ماشاءالله
ماشاءالله
[RJ Ginga]
YOU WANT MY WOOD? YOU WANT MY WOOD?
COME GET IT
𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑜𝑜𝑜ℎ
[Orgy noises]
[Anonymous]
AIDAN YOU BUM HOLE!
[RJ Ginga]
AMAAAANNNN!
Aidan i know you want your cock touched..
(THUD)
[Everyone]
BATTY LOGIC!
[G12Bunda]
Bunda on dat beat yuh
[Various Cameos]
YO!
G1RAPTOR!
Emily, this track is harder than my cock!
[G12Bunda]
Bunda
(Monkey Noises)
—END—
Produced, Mapped Recorded
By Lychii Music |
4,388,122 | Time Flies | rock | [Intro]
[Verse]
I will forever remember
The day we lost our wonder
They pulled us down and underneath the ground
But I have found things just stay the same
Even if I have changed
Three, two, one, another year is done
But I am resolved to make no more resolutions
I'll find my own solutions for who I am
And who I will become
[Chorus]
Time flies away from us all
And time is flying away from me
Away from me
[Verse]
When I am old with my memories
I hope you'll be there to keep mе company
When tomorrow comes in an hour or so
You won't be thеre I know
So I've been waiting, tucked out of sight
Hoping you might come around
But I have found things just stay the same
Even if I know you have changed
[Chorus]
Time flies away from us all
And time is flying away from me
Away from me
[Refrain]
[Chorus]
Time flies away from us all
And time is flying away from me
Away from me |
4,388,126 | Sunflower ft. Anto | pop | [Intro]
[Verse 1]
I’m fucked up
I’m locked up
It’s been months since our first last kiss
And I miss all those nights we had
No goodbyes
No blue skies
I’m rotting but why is it like this?
And your memories got me mad
[Bridge]
Living so fast
Wasting my time
Waiting for you to give me lust
And I’m so young
Sitting alone
Feeling so dumb
Blaming myself for being wrong
My sunflower
[Chorus]
I’m full of regret, living in vain
Trying too hard to feel some pain
But I feel just too tired to move, oh baby
I’m not thinking straight, feeling insane
Losing my mind on stupid games
But I guess I’ll just live with that
[Verse 2]
They say stay strong
And I’d like for once to take a break
But I can’t ‘cause time flies so fast
You feel scared, I get that
And now it’s too hard to see my face
But you wanted to feel this way
[Bridge]
Living so fast
Wasting my time
Waiting for you to give mе lust
And I’m so young
Sitting alone
Feeling so dumb
Blaming myself for being wrong
My sunflowеr
[Chorus]
I’m full of regret, living in vain
Trying too hard to feel some pain
But I feel just too tired to move, oh baby
I’m not thinking straight, feeling insane
Losing my mind on stupid games
But I guess I’ll just live with that
[Outro]
I don’t know if it’ll be the same
So uncertain, feeling so strange
Baby tell me, oh baby tell me
Have I gone insane?
I don’t know if it’ll be the same
So uncertain, feeling so strange
Baby tell me, oh baby tell me
Have I gone insane? |
4,388,131 | Heart to Break | pop | I always talk about betrayal
But now it seems like the roles have reversed
And I swear I’m not a bad guy
And I’m definitely not the first
To shatter love into a million sharp pieces
Just to pick them up and then
Use them to cut even deeper
Cause I am not a keeper, no
Fake it 'till you make I guess
Beating is just a stunt my heart makes
You should've known when you first saw my face
I just wanted to know how you taste
Oh no, what a terrible mistake
You were looking for love
I was looking for anothеr heart to break
Oh no, what a huge mistakе
You were looking for trust
I was looking for another heart to break
With love I’ve never had a good time
Broke them one by one it felt like crime
And I still walk these streets looking for a victim
Someone who believes the lies I tell them
I can see the lust in their eyes
I’ve been there with so many poor guys
I'll show him what a dark woman is
A sweet sunshine smile to hide the sins
Fake it 'till you make I guess
Beating is just a stunt my heart makes
You should've known when you first saw my face
I just wanted to know how you taste
Oh no, what a terrible mistake
You were looking for love
I was looking for another heart to break
Oh no, what a huge mistake
You were looking for trust
I was looking for another heart to break
Heart, heart, heart
Break, break, break it down
Love, love, love, love
Tear, tear, tear it apart
(x2)
Oh no, what a terrible mistake
You were looking for love
I was looking for another heart to break
Oh no, what a huge mistake
You were looking for trust
I was looking for another heart to break |
4,388,132 | Picasso | pop | You love your self portraits
But it’s so funny, so amusing
How in them you look different
Than in any other painting
Reality is a white canvas
You turn it into a work of art
But when you take a look at the big picture
They look so different, worlds apart
So take your a brush you have the control
Use flaming red colors for you soul
Kiss my ass, kiss my ass
Pic ass hoe
Take a pic, take a pic
Pic ass hoe
Like Picasso
You’re talented you’re so...
Good at making up stories, a new creation
Master of the art of manipulation
Like Picasso
You’re talented you’re so...
Good at twisting every situation
Master of the art of manipulation
Like Picasso
You’re talented you’re so...
Good at making up stories, a new creation
Master of the art of manipulation
Yeah you’re so good at drawing narratives
Telling lies and the rumors spread
Painting me green out of jealousy
Playing stupid games, but I'm way ahead
The art gallery is closed now
Our world is stuck in a frame
But in morning when it opens again
Chaos will reign
Kiss my ass, kiss my ass
Pic ass hoe
Take a pic, take a pic
Pic ass hoe
Like Picasso
You’re talented you’re so...
Good at making up stories, a new creation
Master of the art of manipulation
Like Picasso
You’re talented you’re so...
Good at twisting every situation
Master of the art of manipulation
Like Picasso
You’re talented you’re so...
Good at making up stories, a new creation
Master of the art of manipulation |
4,388,139 | All In | rb | (Chorus)
I know what I didn't know before
About this life that I adore
If back then I wasn't fully in
One thing I'm certainly sure about is that I'm in…
I know what I didn't know before
About this life that I adore
If back then I wasn't fully in
One thing I'm certainly sure about is that I'm…
(Bridge)
All in, all in, all in (Yah hah)
All in, all in, all in (Yaaahaa)
All in, all in, all in (Yah hah)
All in, all in (Ya - ya - ya - ya - yah) (x2)
(Verse)
I feel like I've been here before
What I'm seeing now I've seen it before
What a deja vu
And a dream becoming true
All through life's commotion
I'm living through a slow motion
Of a vision that I've been cautiously
Creating and working on focusly
(Hook)
(I have everything figured out)
All this planning and plotting I've done are paying out…
(Though there's been the ups and the downs)
I've managed to keep myself calm (x2)
(Chorus)
I know what I didn't know before
About this life that I adore
If back then I wasn't fully in
One thing I'm certainly sure about is that I'm in…
I know what I didn't know before
About this life that I adore
If back then I wasn't fully in
One thing I'm certainly sure about is that I'm…
(Bridge)
All in, all in, all in (Yah hah)
All in, all in, all in (Yaaahaa)
All in, all in, all in (Yah hah)
All in, all in (Ya - ya - ya - ya - yah) (x2)
All In (Lyrics)
(Chorus)
I know what I didn't know before
About this life that I adore
If back then I wasn't fully in
One thing I'm certainly sure about is that I'm in…
I know what I didn't know before
About this life that I adore
If back then I wasn't fully in
One thing I'm certainly sure about is that I'm…
(Bridge)
All in, all in, all in (Yah hah)
All in, all in, all in (Yaaahaa)
All in, all in, all in (Yah hah)
All in, all in (Ya - ya - ya - ya - yah) (x2)
(Verse)
I feel like I've been here before
What I'm seeing now I've seen it before
What a deja vu
And a dream becoming true
All through life's commotion
I'm living through a slow motion
Of a vision that I've been cautiously
Creating and working on focusly
(Hook)
(I have everything figured out)
All this planning and plotting I've done are paying out…
(Though there's been the ups and the downs)
I've managed to keep myself calm (x2)
(Chorus)
I know what I didn't know before
About this life that I adore
If back then I wasn't fully in
One thing I'm certainly sure about is that I'm in…
I know what I didn't know before
About this life that I adore
If back then I wasn't fully in
One thing I'm certainly sure about is that I'm…
(Bridge)
All in, all in, all in (Yah hah)
All in, all in, all in (Yaaahaa)
All in, all in, all in (Yah hah)
All in, all in (Ya - ya - ya - ya - yah) (x2) |
4,388,142 | Choose You | rock | [Intro]
[Verse]
I sat down at the piano, even though I don't really play
She barely even looked at me as I stumbled for words to say
And it's a good thing I was sittin' down as her hand struck the keys
For the sound I heard in another situation would have taken me to my knees
[Chorus]
And as I fell for the first, the last, and only time
I had time to think it through
And if I ever had to choose between everyone and you
If I ever had to choose between everyone and you
I'd choose you
[Verse]
We'd spend wholе nights just talking
Planing homes, careers, and trips
Discussing every singlе subject
Like time, space, and paperclips
There were times where we might disagree
Or maybe even fight
But in the silent moments between, I knew it just felt right
[Chorus]
As I fell for the first, the last, and only time
I had time to think it through
And if I ever had to choose between everyone and you
If I ever had to choose between everyone and you
I'd choose you
[Solo]
[Chorus]
As I fell for the first, the last, and only time
I had time to think it through
And if I ever had to choose between everyone and you
If I ever had to choose between everyone and you
I'd choose you |
4,388,144 | Smaller Circle | pop | [ Intro ]
A Precyse enuh!
How much a yuh G dem a nigga dwaag
Which one a yuh gyal dem loyal
And how much a yuh family them wah good fi you
[ Chorus ]
Smaller Circle
Naa give them the chance fi hurt you
A Smaller Circle
Caa hypocrite people nuh fi turn to
[ Verse 1 ]
Mi see friend stay real when yuh bruk and hungry
Nuh carry feelings when yuh cut a dumplin
Nuff time me pree we a hold a reasoning
From yuh friend never bex anuh real friend king
Tell me why?
When yuh mek the money close friends catch red eye
Work fi yuh things and them don't wah yuh buy
The house pon the hill upgrade mommy life
Suh me nuh trust mankind
[ Chorus ]
Smaller Circle
Naa give them the chance fi hurt you
Smaller Circle
Caa hypocrite people nuh fi turn to
[ Verse 2 ]
Look how me trust some friends sometime
Never pree seh them would a badmind
Careful a them them wi change by night
A beg yuh a ask yuh self this fi me JVybz
Them see yuh success face tougher than a turtle
Them nuh wah see yuh complete yuh hurdle
Who God bless no man can curse yuh
The prayers them up and me know God heard yuh
[ Chorus ]
Smaller Circle
Naa give them the chance fi hurt you
A Smaller Circle
Caa hypocrite people nuh fi turn to
[ Bridge ]
Yow
How much a yuh friend them real
How much a yuh G dem a nigga dwaag
Which one a yuh gyal dem loyal
And how much a yuh family them wah good fi you
Smaller Cicle hear me a seh nuh JVybz
We a represent fi the real bredda link enuh dan
A Outta Nothing Records
Smaller Circle Skelly big up yuh self enuh
Trey Yuh know how it guh
[ Chorus ]
Smaller Circle
Naa give them the chance fi hurt you
A Smaller Circle
Caa hypocrite people nuh fi turn to
[ Verse 3 ]
Mi see friend stay real when yuh bruk and hungry
Nuh carry feelings when yuh cut a dumplin
Nuff time me pree we a hold a reasoning
From yuh friend never bex anuh real friend king
Tell me why?
When yuh mek the money close friends catch red eye
Work fi yuh things and them don't want yuh buy
The house pon the hill upgrade mommy life
Suh me nuh trust mankind
[ Chorus ]
Smaller Circle
Naa give them the chance fi hurt you
Smaller Circle
Caa hypocrite people nuh fi turn to
[ Verse 4 ]
Look how me trust some friends sometime
Never pree seh them would a badmind
Careful a them them wi change by night
A beg yuh a ask yuh self this fi me JVybz
Them see yuh success face tougher than a turtle
Them nuh wah see yuh complete yuh hurdle
Who God bless no man can curse yuh
The prayers them up and me know God heard yuh
[ Chorus ]
Smaller Circle
Naa give them the chance fi hurt you
A Smaller Circle
Caa hypocrite people nuh fi turn to
[ Outro ]
How much a yuh friend them real
How much a yuh G dem a nigga dwaag
Which one a yuh gyal dem loyal |
4,388,145 | Halloween | pop | [Verse 1]
I think my boo is tryna ghost me
Cause every time I text him, it’s just read receipts
But it’s cool, I’ma do what do
No point in getting angry
Cause modern love ain’t what it’s supposed to be
Everybody’s scared of getting close, you see
But it’s cool, we gon’ do what we do
And if I’m speaking frankly
[Pre-Chorus]
The scariest of demons
Ain’t got nothing on them feelings
[Chorus]
This this this is Halloween
Shit so scary make you wanna scream
He tells me that he wants me
Now all he does is haunt me
But I don’t need a someone to feel complete
This this this is Halloween
And baby you should know I ain’t no trick-or-treat
His words are sweet likе candy
But I don’t need a man, please
I’m just tryna party all night ‘til the sunrisе
This this
[Verse 2]
All his scheming is suspicious
So I’ma ditch that loser for my witches
Yeah we’re rising from the dead
You can hate us, go ahead
Check for monsters ‘neath your bed
I’ma chase you like a Frankenstein
With my button eyes, call me Coraline
Split screen playing tricks on your mind
Jekyll and Hyde at the same time
[Pre-Chorus]
Lit up like jack-o-lantern
Come on girls, let’s raise our standards
[Chorus]
This this this is Halloween
Shit so scary make you wanna scream
He tells me that he wants me
Now all he does is haunt me
But I don’t need a someone to feel complete
This this this is Halloween
And baby you should know I ain’t no trick-or-treat
His words are sweet like candy
But I don’t need a man, please
I’m just tryna party all night ‘til the sunrise
This this
[Bridge]
This one’s for the goblins and ghouls
Who are tired of their lover tryna make ‘em a fool
You don’t have to be frightened
Bitch, get excited
This only happens once a year we’re finally here never fear
This this
[Chorus]
This this this is Halloween
Shit so scary make you wanna scream
He tells me that he wants me
Now all he does is haunt me
But I don’t need a someone to feel complete
This this this is Halloween
And baby you should know I ain’t no trick-or-treat
His words are sweet like candy
But I don’t need a man, please
I’m just tryna party all night ‘til the sunrise
This this |
4,388,146 | Kanye West - Saint Pablo ft. Sampha polskie tłumaczenie | rap | [Intro: Kanye West]
Yeah, 9:08 L.A. time
Back in the lab and shit
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
My wife said, I can't say no to nobody
And at this rate we gon' both die broke
Got friends that ask me for money knowin' I'm in debt
And like my wife said, I still didn't say no
People tryna say I'm goin' crazy on Twitter
My friends' best advice was to stay low
I guess it's hard to decipher all of the bills
Especially when you got family members on payroll
The media said it was outlandish spendin'
The media said he's way out of control
I just feel like I'm the only one not pretendin'
I'm not out of control, I'm just not in their control
I know I'm the most influential
That TIME cover was just confirmation
This generation's closest thing to Einstein
So don't worry about me, I'm fine
I can see a thousand years from now in real life
Skate on the paradigm and shift it when I feel like
Troll conventional thought, don't need to question
I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive
Thank God for Jay Electra, he down with the mission
Did it with no permission, on our own conditions
Most blacks with money have been beaten to submission
Yeezy with the big house, did it way different
Never listen to Hollywood producers
Don't stare at money too long, it's Medusa
The ultimate Gemini has survived
I wasn't supposed to make it past 25
[Chorus: Sampha]
Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonder where is God in your nightlife
Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
(Father, Father, Father in the night sky)
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Yeah, I feel like I'm home, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I've been wakin' the spirits of millions more to come
A million illegally downloaded my truth over the drums
I believe in the children, listen to the kids, bro
If the phone ringin', go and get your kids, ho
Brother Don Muhammad told the minister about the presentation
He sat back and smiled
Black on black lies is worse than black on black crime
The Jews share their truth on how to make a dime
Most black men couldn't balance a checkbook
But buy a new car, talkin' 'bout, "How my neck look?"
Well, it all looks great
Four hundred years later, we buyin' our own chains
The light is before us brothers, so the devil workin' hard
Real family stick together and see through the mirage
The smokescreens, perceptions of false reality
Who the real owner if your boss gets a salary?
I am one with the people
I am one with the people (Real!)
I've been woken from enlightened man's dream
Checkin' Instagram comments to crowdsource my self-esteem
Let me not say too much or do too much
'Cause if I'm up way too much, I'm out of touch
I'm prayin' a out-of-body experience will happen
So the people can see my light, now it's not just rappin'
God, I have humbled myself before the court
Drop my ego and confidence was my last resort
I know, I know He got a plan, I know I'm on Your beams
One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me
When I turned on the news and they was buryin' me
One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me
When I was negotiatin' with Apple, it was Larry and me
Told Tim Cook to call me, I was scary to see
I would've took a hundred million and gave twenty to Hov
I heard it's the way they did it when we only had a stove
But it's better that I stayed at home with my folks
'Cause if Jay a billionaire then I'ma never go broke
Only thing I ask is next time I'm on stage we all go
We all go
Not just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern-day MJ, with a off-the-wall flow
[Bridge: Sampha]
Nightlife, walk all over me
Walk all over me
I'm deliverin' everything I've ever sent that you'll bring
Fly, fly, fly overseas
Fly overseas
Oh, anywhere, everything but in between
Oh, yeah
[Chorus: Sampha]
Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonder where is God in your nightlife
Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
(Father, Father, Father in the night sky)
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonder where is God in your nightlife
(Father, Father, Father in the night sky)
[Verse 3: Sampha]
Please face me when I speak
Please say to me somethin' before you leave
You've been treatin' me like I'm invisible, now I'm visible to you
Oh, the invisible truth stay sober
I can't quite understand the games you play
Understand, understand, understand I'm standin' under oath
And I promised I, I wouldn't fall anymore
But I'm cryin' at the bar
I'm wishin' that you saw my scars, man
I'm wishin' that you came down here and stood by me
And looked at me like you knew me
But I feel so alone
Like I don't know anyone except the night sky above
[Chorus: Sampha]
Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonder where is God in your nightlife
Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
(Father, Father, Father in the night sky)
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonder where is God in your nightlife
(Father, Father, Father in the night sky) |
4,388,147 | bitch idfc x.x | pop | [Chorus]
B-B-Bitch, I don't care
Bitch, I don't fucking care
These bitches really can't compare
Bitch, I don't care, bitch, I don' t care
These bitches really can't compare
Bitch, I dont fucking care, bitch, I don't fucking care
T-T-These bitches really can't compare
B-B-Bitch, I don't fucking care
[Bridge]
B-B-Bitch, I don't care
Bitch, I don't fucking care
These bitches really can't compare
Bitch, I don't care, bitch, I don' t care
These bitches really can't compare
[Chorus]
B-B-Bitch, I don't care
Bitch, I don't fucking care
These bitches really can't comparе
Bitch, I don't care, bitch, I don' t care
Thesе bitches really can't compare
Bitch, I dont fucking care, bitch, I don't fucking care
T-T-These bitches really can't compare
B-B-Bitch, I don't fucking care
[Bridge]
B-B-Bitch, I don't care
Bitch, I don't fucking care
These bitches really can't compare
Bitch, I don't care, bitch, I don' t care
These bitches really can't compare
[Chorus]
B-B-Bitch, I don't care
Bitch, I don't fucking care
These bitches really can't compare
Bitch, I don't care, bitch, I don' t care
These bitches really can't compare
Bitch, I dont fucking care, bitch, I don't fucking care
T-T-These bitches really can't compare
B-B-Bitch, I don't fucking care |
4,388,151 | fuck mca | pop | [Intro]
Yeah, uh, yo
Uh, yeah, uh yeah, uh
[Verse:1]
Fuck metro, Sudo? Nah bro, gonna ratio
Bitch, why you type so slow, like, bitch, yo? Hello?
Uh, you got a chance to lose, all these bitches abuse
Oh, isn't that old news? What is this? Lazytown?
Hunty, you are a clown
[Chorus]
Fuck MCA bitch, fuck MCA
Yeah I play, Minecraft all day
Yeah, I rap just like Ye, bitch, you fucking gay!
Got this diamond sword, gonna slay better back away!
Got these diamonds, didn't use X-Ray
Fuck MCA bitch, fuck MCA
Yeah I play, Minecraft all day
Yeah, I rap just like Ye, bitch, you fucking gay!
Got this diamond sword, gonna slay better back away!
Got these diamonds, didn't use X-Ray
[Verse:2]
Sharpness fuckin' 5, gonna kill your fuckin' vibe
Shit, you on The Hive? This dude like forty five
No, twеnty five? Wonder what is on his harddrive
This dudе Flame is lame, like dude is that your stage name?
Should've stayed in a video game, uh, yeah
All these bitches the same, all they do is blame
What a shame, Med, Go To Bed! Writing this thread
Fuck Dream and his team, dropped this shit, yeah you gotta stream, fuck your mainstream
Uh, yeah, fuck you Buggy, you druggie
Damn bro, what's so funny?
Hangout Chat? Use that shit as a doormat that place dead like a rat yeah
I don't give a fuck and that's motherfucking fact yeah!
I dont give a fuck and that's a fact, these bitches really want to rap
[Chorus]
Fuck MCA bitch, fuck MCA
Yeah I play, Minecraft all day
Yeah, I rap just like Ye, bitch, you fucking gay!
Got this diamond sword, gonna slay better back away!
Got these diamonds, didn't use X-Ray
Fuck MCA bitch, fuck MCA
Yeah I play, Minecraft all day
Yeah, I rap just like Ye, bitch, you fucking gay!
Got this diamond sword, gonna slay better back away!
Got these diamonds, didn't use X-Ray |
4,388,153 | bussdown | pop | [Chorus]
Ay-Aye, I don't give a damn and that's a fuckin' fact
These bitches wanna rap, I don't even give a damn
Like I got a diamond on my wrist, diamonds look like fuckin' piss
I don't give a fuck if you really wanna diss
Tryna rap just like this now, diamonds on my bussdown, I don't give a fuck now
Wh-Wh-What you sayin' clown, tryna rap like that, I don't give a fuck and that's a fact, tryna do that shit like
[Chorus]
Ay-Aye, I don't give a damn and that's a fuckin' fact
These bitches wanna rap, I don't even give a damn
Like I got a diamond on my wrist, diamonds look like fuckin' piss
I don't give a fuck if you really wanna diss
Tryna rap just like this now, diamonds on my bussdown, I don't give a fuck now
Wh-Wh-What you sayin' clown, tryna rap like that, I don't give a fuck and that's a fact, tryna do that shit like
[Chorus]
Ay-Aye, I don't give a damn and that's a fuckin' fact
These bitches wanna rap, I don't even give a damn
Like I got a diamond on my wrist, diamonds look like fuckin' piss
I don't give a fuck if you really wanna diss
Tryna rap just like this now, diamonds on my bussdown, I don't give a fuck now
Wh-Wh-What you sayin' clown, tryna rap like that, I don't give a fuck and that's a fact, tryna do that shit like |
4,388,154 | IDGaF/D | pop | [Chorus]
Aye, I don't give a fuck and thats a fuckin’ fact, uh
I don't give fuck and that's a fuckin’ fact, yeah
I don't give a damn, that's a fuckin' fact
I don't give a fuck, yeah, I don't give a damn
[Verse:1]
Like, I don't give a fuck and that's a fact
Bitches really wanna rap, I just don’t give a damn
Now I, just just don’t care, bitches really can't compare
Now I, just don’t give a fuck and that's a fact, yeah
[Chorus]
Aye, I don't give a fuck and thats a fuckin' fact, uh
I don’t give fuck and that's a fuckin' fact, yeah
I don't give a damn, that's a fuckin' fact
I don't give a fuck, yeah, I don't give a damn
[Verse:2]
Like, I don't give a fuck and that's a fact
Bitches really wanna rap, I just don't give a damn
Now I, just just don't care, bitches really can't compare
Now I, just don't give a fuck and that's a fact, yeah
[Chorus]
Aye, I don't give a fuck and thats a fuckin' fact, uh
I don't give fuck and that's a fuckin' fact, yeah
I don't give a damn, that's a fuckin' fact
I don't give a fuck, yeah, I don't give a damn
[Verse:2]
Like, I don't give a fuck and that's a fact
Bitches really wanna rap, I just don't give a damn
Now I, just just don't care, bitches really can't compare
Now I, just don't give a fuck and that's a fact, yeah |
4,388,155 | Wishlist | pop | [Verse 1]
Baby here we go again (Yeah)
Another year, wishing I had you near me
Baby here I go again (Yeah)
Under this tree, wrapped up in all these feelings
[Pre-Chorus]
But you couldn’t care less
You’re a tough one to impress
No matter what I do, it comes right back to you
And I must confess
I’m a little obsessed
But this is where it ends
[Chorus]
The only thing that’s on my wishlist (Baby it’s true)
Is to forget about you
To forget about you
Hope Santa I knows really need this (Really I do)
Can he make it come true
Can he make it comе true
Cause you keep running circles through my mind
And wasting all my prеcious time
So by next December
Bet your bottom dollar that I won’t remember you
[Post-Chorus]
You
Mmm
[Verse 2]
Now my heart is cold as snow
You’ll never know, all of the years I’ve tried and
Don’t wanna see no mistletoe
Yeah you’ll never know, all of the tears I’ve cried and
[Pre-Chorus]
You, yeah you’re making it hard
With your wit and charm
No matter what I do, it comes right back to you
Yeah you tore me apart
From the very start
But please don’t break my heart
[Chorus]
The only thing that’s on my wishlist (Baby it’s true)
Is to forget about you
To forget about you
Hope Santa I knows really need this (Really I do)
Can he make it come true
Can he make it come true
Cause you keep running circles through my mind
And wasting all my precious time
So by next December
Bet your bottom dollar that I won’t remember you
[Bridge]
No more Christmases colored in blue
Finally gonna forget about you
No more Christmases colored in blue
You know I’m finally gonna forget
Forget
[Chorus]
The only thing that’s on my wishlist (Baby it’s true)
Is to forget about you
To forget about you
Hope Santa I knows really need this (Really I do)
Can he make it come true
Can he make it come true
Cause boy you broke me one too many times
Now it's finally time to say goodbye
So by next December
Bet your bottom dollar that I won’t remember you
[Refrain]
No more Christmases colored in blue
(Finally forget about you)
Finally gonna forget about you
No more Christmases
[Outro]
So don’t bother tryna reach me
Cause I won’t remember you |
4,388,156 | Echoes 2nd Mix | rock | [Verse 1]
Tell me what you see
Did your eyes deceive you?
Help me, I've gone blind with eyes that can't see your truth
Spare me, your just excuse is following behind you
Drink your truth, drown it away
Close it in around you
[Pre-Chorus]
Tell me, does it echo? Echo endlessly
Tell me when it echoes
Do you think of me?
[Chorus]
Can you hear my voice echo in your head?
Can you touch the past burning in your bed?
Was it worth the price, watching as I fell?
Can you hear me laughing all thе way from Hell?
[Verse 2]
Don't you have a soul?
Do you feel it burning?
Tell mе, is it hot where you're finally learning?
Would you face a mirror? Stand without it breaking
Would you face yourself standing without shaking?
[Chorus]
Can you hear my voice echo in your head?
Can you touch the past burning in your bed?
Was it worth the price, watching as I fell?
Can you hear me laughing all the way from Hell?
[Bridge]
Did you ever love somebody?
Could you ever need someone?
Could you ever want? Could you ever feel? Could you ever need? (Could you?)
Did you ever love somebody? (Could someone see you?)
Could you ever need someone? (Could someone see you?)
Could you ever want? Could you ever feel? Could you ever need? (Could you?)
[Chorus]
Can you hear my voice echo in your head?
Can you touch the past burning in your bed?
Was it worth the price, watching as I fell?
Can you hear me laughing all the way from Hell?
Can you hear my voice echo in your head? (Tell me, does it echo endlessly?)
Can you touch the past burning in your bed? (Tell me, does it echo?)
Was it worth the price, watching as I fell? (Tell me, does it echo endlessly?)
Can you hear me laughing all the way from Hell? (Tell me, does it echo?)
[Outro Chorus]
Can you hear my voice echo in your head? (Tell me, does it echo endlessly?)
Can you touch the past burning in your bed? (Tell me, does it echo?)
Was it worth the price, watching as I fell? (Tell me, does it echo endlessly?)
Can you hear me laughing all the way from Hell? (Tell me, does it echo?) |
4,388,157 | DIE DIE DIE | rock | Wrap a ring around the center frame
Pray to who the fuck?
For heavens sake!
Pull me aside to waste my time
And I Die! Die! Die!
Can’t find no lines to separate
No mam’, no hands, I levitate
Don’t need no sky
It rains inside
Now just Die! Die! Die!
Oh, I’d love to
Watch you
Roll you
Name you
Control you
Die! Die! Die!
Blink twice, no dice, a simple man
No road too nice for kickin' cans
Don’t need to lie
Lord knows I tried
Now let’s Die! Die! Die!
If I go I go
If I know I know
If I go I go I go
If I reap
If I sow
If I go I go
If I know I know
If I go I go I go
If I reap
If I sow
If I go I go
If I know I know
If I go I go I go
If I reap
If I sow
If I
Go I go
If I know I know
If I go I go I go
If I reap
If I sow
If I go I go
If I know I know
If I go I go I go
Don’t need no time to understand
Don’t need to see the other hand
I made my mind
If it’s me or mine
Then it’s Die! Die! Die |
4,388,163 | The Old Cliche | rock | [Intro]
[Verse]
The ground glows gold
These thought's are old
I gave you my heart
Now it's growing cold
You'll break your arm trying to bend the rules
I won't be made to suffer fools
You can fool most, most of the time
But you're fooling no one sayin' "you're fine"
[Chorus]
Where did the time go?
How did we end up this way?
With the fear of falling in love
And the old cliche?
[Verse]
Heart on the shelf
Mind on the floor
In a blaze I was burning
But longing for more
All the words I thought you would say
Were turning in my head
As you were turning away
[Chorus]
Whеre did the time go?
How did wе end up this way?
With the fear of falling in love
And the old cliche?
[Verse]
The ground glows white
And fades to the night
Just stay here in my arms
It'll all be made right
Just stay here in my arms
It'll all be made right
[Chorus]
Where did the time go?
How did we end up this way?
With the fear of falling in love
And the old cliche? |
4,388,165 | Talk Real | rock | [Intro]
[Verse]
We can never have a true relation
I've taken your lyrics from our conversation
And you have stolen all of our stories
For your novelizations
[Chorus]
So baby, talk real to me
Tell me something that I can believe
I've been good to you but you're lying to me
I think it's time to let go
So let go
[Verse]
We were walking down by the shoreline
You tripped and fell your hand into mine
My whole body's numb except for your touch
I think maybe it's my fault
Did I love you too much?
[Chorus]
So baby, talk real to me
Tell me something that I can believe
I've been good to you but you're lying to me
I think it's time to let go
[Bridge]
So I'll stay awake
While she's off inside of a dream
I couldn't sleep knowing you didn't feel a thing
[Chorus Outro]
So baby, talk real to me
Tell me something that I can believe
I've been good to you but you're lying to me
I think it's time
So let go
Let go
Let go
Baby |
4,388,167 | Water | rock | [Intro]
[Verse]
I dreamed of you again last night
You always disappear when the morning light
Comes creeping in my room
I would stop the spin of the world
If you wouldn't leave so soon
[Pre Chorus]
And now
The ice is wearing thin
Sinking down
The tide's rushing in
[Chorus]
The water can't hold me now
The water will never hold me down
[Verse]
There is ocean flowing beneath our feet
Can you feel it gushing buried down deep
Drop a line and I'll pull you ashore
This love of mine is only yours
[Chorus]
The water can't hold me now
The water will never hold me down
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Pre Chorus]
And now
The icе is wearing thin
Sinking down
Tide's rushing in
[Chorus]
The watеr can't hold me now
The water will never hold me down |
4,388,168 | Nothing You Need | rock | [Intro]
[Verse]
There are dreams that can't be changed
Dreams you're too scared to chase
So they lay in waste
And I've seen this song and dance around the truth one too many times
I'm tracing the steps
Predicting all the rhymes
[Chorus]
I know the road you walk is paved with the best intentions
But I have seen where they lead
And it's nothing you need
Nothing you need
[Verse]
The questions I've been seeking you for answers
Were never wanted
Now I know
I should have known it all along
It's all gonna come out
The truth always does
And when it rains, it pours, it floods
[Chorus]
I know the road you walk is paved with the best intentions
But I have seen where they lead
And it's nothing you need
Nothing you need
[Solo]
[Chorus]
I know the road you walk is paved with the best intentions
But I have seen where they lead
And it's nothing you need
Nothing you need
Nothing you need |
4,388,169 | Stay | rock | [Intro]
[Verse]
You're in a doodle or a sketch
Oh man, I'm such a mess I can't remember your name
But I had to try in a "do or die" situation
I'm light precipitation
You're a hurricane
[Pre Chorus]
All these days bleed together now
I can't tell one hour from another somehow
I'm a drop of water, waiting to fall
Abandon it all
[Chorus]
Come in now just a little bit closer
Say what you needed the most were
Words you couldn't find in yourself to say
I want you to stay
[Verse]
So I'll say "hey, do you wanna get out of here?"
Look into her eyes with no fear
Outside the sun is leaving sucking colors from the sky
A world of silhouettes is burned into my eyes
[Pre Chorus]
And all these days bleed together now
I can't tell one hour from another somehow
I'm a drop of water, waiting to fall
Abandon it all
[Chorus]
Come in now just a little bit closer
Say what you needed the most were
Words you couldn't find in yourself to say
I want you to stay
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Come in now just a little bit closer
Say what you needed the most were
Words you couldn't find in yourself to say
I want you to stay
I want you to stay |
4,388,170 | In My Mind | rock | [Intro]
[Verse 1]
Proof of her sadness slides down her face
The back of her hand wipes them away
But the tears from her eyes stay
On my mind
On my mind
[Verse 2]
Dogeared pages
Your written name
A warm summer night
The smell of rain
With lightning for lighting high on the clouds
I barely whisper but I'm screaming out loud
[Chorus]
In my mind
You're in my mind
In my mind
You're in my mind
[Verse 3]
All these photographs
I don't even try to look at anymore
Are scratched and torn
The city's in the rearview
I've got the night to drive through
But I can't seem to get you off of my mind
[Chorus]
In my mind
You're in my mind
In my mind
You're in my mind
[Chorus]
In my mind
You're in my mind
In my mind
You're in my mind |
4,388,171 | Pretend | rock | [Intro]
[Verse]
Cat whisker calls in the night
My gut knows something just ain't right
In the street someone calls for a fight
From crimson shadows cast by a street light
[Pre Chorus]
And I've got nothing to do
So I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I
I'm just thinkin' about you
Again
[Chorus]
Let's pretend
Pretend
Pretend
[Verse]
It's four in the mornin'
It came without warnin'
I reach as the lights dim
For you like a phantom limb
[Pre Chorus]
And I've got nothing to lose
Since I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I-ee-I
I lost you
Again
[Chorus]
Let's pretend
Pretend
[Bridge]
Feel your bones
Inside of their home
Is there anything so fragile?
I feel them rattle
[Outro]
And a heartbeat
Beat, beat
Beat again
Beat again
And I'll prеtend
There is no...
I'll prеtend
There is no...
I'll pretend
There is no...
End |
4,388,172 | Full Up A Money | pop | Hey Bethel Town
Me feel like dem wouldn't wah we chop e line
A Precyse enuh
Y eh time? (Dem nuh wah wi chop eh line)
Full up a money me going hard so smart
Today yuh deh yah tomorrow life so short
Head banger never lef me side none tall
Mobay got money anuh just mouth talk
Full up a money me going hard so smart
Today yuh deh yah tomorrow life so short
Head banger never lef me side none tall
Mobay got money anuh just mouth talk
Yow me don't even have a banger a burner wul a dem
One phone call and yuh never heard a dem
Mi never chop eh line an guh tek it murder fren
Mi prefer buy some leads and tell them try dem luck again
Anytime me bingo everybody affi spend
Mi nah help nobody weh nuh try help themselves
How yuh mean the glass dark? Tru me tint up pon the Benz
Ghetto youth suffer the most suh why the fuck we nuh fi spend
Me full up a money mi going hard so smart
Today yuh deh yah tomorrow life so short
Head banger never lef me side none tall
Mobay got money anuh just mouth talk
Full up a money me going hard so smart
Today yuh deh yah tomorrow life so short
Head banger never lef me side none tall
Mobay got money anuh just mouth talk
Before yuh seh chip chop a me that a flip cash
Me keep every brick stock some things nuh register
Diamond inah wrist watch big heavy risk that
Tenstep anuh slingshot me travel wid chip Glock
(Aaaaaaarite) Seh we nuh hungry again
Hunt fi mi self then me hunt fi mi friends
Now mi pocket full a dead president
Jahdale never watch the cash when him a spend
Me full up a money me going hard so smart
Today yuh deh yah tomorrow life so short
Head banger never lef me side none tall
Mobay got money anuh just mouth talk
Full up a money me going hard so smart
Today yuh deh yah tomorrow life so short
Head banger never lef me side none tall
Mobay got money anuh just mouth talk
Yow mi deven have a banger a burner ole a dem
One phone call and yuh never heard a dem
Mi never chop e line an guh tek it murder fren
Mi prefer buy some leads and tell them try dem luck again
Anytime me bingo everybody affi spend
Mi nah help nobody weh nuh try help themselves
How yuh mean the glass dark? Tru me tint up pon the Benz?
Ghetto yute suffer the most suh why the fuck we nuh fi spend
Yow Tenstep
Them wouldn't wah hear seh we a duh this enuh
Aaaaaaarite
A Precyse a represent enuh
Mi full up a money we going hard so smart
Ready
Today yuh deh yah tomorrow life so short
Life so short me seh life so short
Aaarite yea yea |
4,388,173 | DEJA-VU | pop | [Verse 1: Julian]
Feel like I’ve seen it all
Feel life is getting dull
These last couple years of feeling short now i feel tall, yeah
Im chopping beats alone
You haven’t heard it all
You've been there once or twice
But i've been there through it all
[Chorus: Julian & Lenny G]
Im seein'
DEJA-VU (Deja-vu)
Im thinkin'
DEJA-VU (Deja-vu)
Im seein'
DEJA-VU (Deja-vu)
Im thinkin'
DEJA-VU (Deja-vu)
[Break: Lenny G]
(Deja-vu, Deja-vu, Deja-vu yeah
Deja-vu, Deja-vu, Deja-vu yeah)
[Guitar solo:]
[Verse 2: Lenny G]
Insomniac through and through i never sleep and so do you
I wake up 3 and sleep at two an hour sleep will always do
I know its deep what you go through
I know you keep on hanging to
The memories before the truth
I know you see what i been sayin'
Bout the way you think is playin'
A game with yo mind
But you can’t control time
And you can't control mine
And thats fine
Dont be stressing over that
Live life, laugh a lot
Love life, muhfucka (FLOCKA)
[Chorus: Julian & Lenny G]
Im seein'
DEJA-VU (Deja-vu)
Im thinkin'
DEJA-VU (Deja-vu)
Im seein'
DEJA-VU (Deja-vu)
Im thinkin'
DEJA-VU (Deja-vu) |
4,388,175 | You Wena | rb | (Intro)
I don't mean to be selfish I hope you know it
I just wanted to say my part about me you know it
Now they know
Now I gotta let them know
Who I really do this for
I do this for you, you!
I do this for you, you!
I do this for yooouuu, you!
I do this for you, yeah you!
(Chorus)
I once gave up on love until I met you
I never thought I'd fall in love again until I met you
Girl you changed that, yeah you changed that
Yonke into nge iyenzayo manje nge iyenzela wena
Wena (Yooou…)
Wena, wena - wena!
Wena (Yooou…)
Wena, wena - wena!
Wena (Yooou…)
Wena, wena - wena!
Wеna (Yooou…)
Wena, wena - wena!
(Vеrse)
If it ain't for you, it can never be for somebody else like Keith Sweat you got me singing (Nobody)…
Who can love you like me and who can love me like you love me? (Nobody)…
Got me all boo'd up (boo'd up, boo'd up)…
All boo'd up (boo'd up, boo'd up)…
I gut you all boo'd up (boo'd up, boo'd up)…
All boo'd up (boo'd up)…
I wonder where they at who said we can never…
Find love and happiness like this, ever…
Wait, let me cut it out 'bout he said, she said…
Focus on us, grab a glass and pop a champagne…
Celebrate our love (Celebrate our love)…
Celebrate our love (Celebrate it)…
I know we ain't based on materialistic things, let's slay our love, yeah?…
I gut you drippin' in finest designs (Drip - Drip)…
Louie, Gucci, Versace (Drip - Drip)…
Swervin' in foreign cars (Skrrr)…
Lambo, Rari, Gati (Skrrr - Skrrr)…
You know I gut you (You know I gut you)…
You know I gut you (You know I gut you)…
All that I do, I do it all for you
(Chorus)
I once gave up on love until I met you
I never thought I'd fall in love again until I met you
Girl you changed that, yeah you changed that
Yonke into nge iyenzayo manje nge iyenzela wena
Wena (Yooou…)
Wena, wena - wena!
Wena (Yooou…)
Wena, wena - wena!
Wena (Yooou…)
Wena, wena - wena!
Wena (Yooou…)
Wena, wena - wena!
I do this for you, you!
I do this for you, you!
I do this for you, yeah you! |
4,388,176 | Disruptor | rock | [Intro]
Disruptor!
[Verse 1]
I refuse to pledge allegiance
A ceremony of deception
Psycho sickness propaganda
The predator to the prey
[Pre-Chorus]
I refuse
I refuse
I refuse society
I refuse loyalty
[Chorus]
No regrets
Follow your own way
Nothing can define you
Break off, disobey
I am the disruptor
I am the disruptor
[Verse 2]
I resist the powers that be
Anonymous truth seeker
A nation incarcerated
To be enslaved by corporate fucks
[Pre-Chorus]
I resist
I resist
I resist powers that be
I resist consciously
[Chorus]
No regrets
Follow your own way
Nothing can define you
Break off, disobey
No regrets
Follow your own way
Nothing can define you
Break off, disobey
[Bridge]
You are not the privileged
You are not better than me
Your control, my blasphemy
[Chorus]
No regrets
Follow your own way
Nothing can define you
Break off, disobey
No regrets
Follow your own way
Nothing can define you
Break off, disobey
[Outro]
(Break off)
I am the disruptor
(Disobey)
I am the disruptor
(Follow your)
I am the disruptor
(Own way)
I am the disruptor |
4,388,177 | Make It Right Back | rap | [Chorus]
Had to get my ass up early in the morning (In the morning)
They be sleepin' when I'm working, yeah, I can't be snorrin' (Can't be snorrin')
I be smokin' on gelato, yeah, that shit's imported (It's Imported)
Don't be talking in my ear unless that shit's important (Uh-huh), yeah
Fuckin' up the room, you know that shit is my bad (My bad)
Fuckin' up these commas, fuckin' up the price tag
Diamonds on my pinky, know I had to ice that (ice that)
Drop to bag and then I go and make it right back
[Verse 1]
Left hand I be holding all of my bands
I done came up from the slums did it with my mans
Had some niggas switchin' up on me, on my plans
That's why I keep my circle tight, I got a couple right hands
Tell my story when I step up on this mic stand (Stand)
Niggas say that got the sauce, it's tasting quitе bland (No)
I got so much drugs up hidden in my side bag (Bag)
Talking negativе, I tell that nigga nize that
Nowadays, I'm swipin' left and right up on my Visa (Swipe, swipe)
Franklins in my pocket, Nina singin' like Aretha
All this ice up on me, look like I live in a freezer (Freezer)
Flippin' all this dough, like I'm out here sellin' pizza (Woah)
Pretty bitches in the room, they rolling smokin' Kale (Smoke)
Ratio was hella women, I'm the only male (Yes sir)
I done came up from the avenue, been sellin' pale
Police lurking, they just put my nigga in a cell
Holy where we could communicate was 'posting mail
Free my nigga till it's backwards he just posted bail
They tryna put me to the side, like I'm 'posed to fail
I'm a young niggas gettin' old bread like it's stale (Yeah)
Cash only nigga, I don't need no paper trail (No)
We was loadin' up the pieces, put it on a scale (Yeah)
Mix the potion, then I go and drink the holy grail
They try to put me to the side like I'm supposed to fail
[Chorus]
Had to get my ass up early in the morning (In the morning)
They be sleepin' when I'm working, yeah, I can't be snorrin' (Can't be snorrin')
I be smokin' on gelato, yeah, that shit's imported (It's Imported)
Don't be talking in my ear unless that shit's important (Uh-huh), yeah
Fuckin' up the room, you know that shit is my bad (My bad)
Fuckin' up these commas, fuckin' up the price tag
Diamonds on my pinky, know I had to ice that (ice that)
Drop the bag and then I go and make it right back
[Verse 2]
Applying all the pressure, do it for the damn team (Damn team)
Wrist supply the water like it's filling cantines
Shades, they block my eyes from chain's UVs (UV)
I done came up from the trap, I got everything you need (Everything you need)
I was, I was taught I get the bag, I get it all by any means (Any means)
Tryna beter me, I'm pissin' off my enemies
Keep your distance, I'm protecting all my energy (Six feet)
Angels by my side, but demons tryna get to me (Get to me)
I been searching for the answers but I cannot find it
Alleviate the hate and pain that I got inside me
I'm breaking old habits, switching up my regimen (Regimen)
Recollect myself, back in my element
I'm gon' slow build 'cause I'm in here for longevity
Niggas tryna stop me, but, you cannot get rid of me
Lost my balance, had to go and recollect myself (Oh-oh)
Lonely nights up on the road, I had no one else (No)
No food up in my stomach, had no food up in my shelves (No food)
Ego fuckin' on my mind whenever I don't need help
It's a different feelin', when life hit below the belt
Celly boomin' I be serving up the clientele
See my niggas in their bag, not up in a cell
Dior on my body, know you recognize the smell
I'll never fail, just in case you couldn't tell
The same ones that want you dead, they just wish you well |
4,388,180 | Ezhel - Sakatat English Translation | rap | [Intro]
Yo, Jugglerz!
[Pre-Chorus]
Breast and heart
Giblets
Cat, liver, buthcer
Giblets
The stone that I threw snapped
Giblets
Trouble eats my brain like kebab
Did your spleen ever swell?
Did you fuck up?
A fool says
Everyone goes for loyalty
Nobosy's fault but mine
Always
[Chorus]
Your flesh’s somewhere
Who has your bone?
What you saw from these cannibals is rumen
Life is really
Turns into a slaughterhouse
This lifetime is shabby
Tie on a leash
[Verse 1]
Your politics' tough
On so much blood and lies
Can't stand it, head’n trotter
Sweetbreads
Your sweetdreams cluttered
Your kidney's are glass, tongues are cramped
Know who you dance with
Lambs'n wolves
Snakes rent
You are in the menu and a la carte
Let's fight'n make it bro money's a must
[Pre-Chorus]
Breast and heart
Giblets
Cat, liver, buthcer
Giblets
The stone that I threw snapped
Giblets
Trouble eats my brain like kebab
Did your spleen ever swell?
Did you fuck up?
A fool says
Everyone goes for loyalty
Nobosy's fault but mine
Always
[Bridge]
Their stomachs' full with blood
A drop is not enough
To destroy is a glorious act in this world
They want death
They want persecution
"Why keep alive since we gone?" say
[Verse 2]
People’s right to speak up
Or all will perish as naive as they can be
It’s not coal that's burning here that you could sell me
The sidewalks you step are catahalts
Eyes without eyelids have cataract
Build stairs from skulls
Dive into this horror porn and zap
It’s a craft to live on these lands
[Pre-Chorus]
Breast and heart
Giblets
Cat, liver, buthcer
Giblets
The stone that I threw snapped
Giblets
Trouble eats my brain like kebab
Did your spleen ever swell?
Did you fuck up?
A fool says
Everyone goes for loyalty
Nobosy's fault but mine
Always
[Chorus]
Your flesh's somewhere
Who has your bone?
What you saw from these cannibals is rumen
Life is really
Turns into a slaughterhouse
This lifetime is shabby
Tie on a leash |
4,388,181 | Fake Loyalty | pop | A Precyse enuh
Yuh affi know who deh round yuh
Mi seh please don't trust them
We a keep it real enuh
Cau we nuh trust no one
An we nuh trust no one
Dem know how fi fake it
Duh nuh trust them loyalty
Mi nuh trust them loyalty
Them know how fi fake it
Yuh see how them plan up an switch
When time yuh make it
Suh nuh trust them loyalty
Them know how fi fake it
Yuh see how them plan up an switch
When time yuh make it
A good thing seh mi neva trust them
Suh them actions neva lef nuh suspense
Dutty heart is a thing weh it must cleanse
Fi define them mi nuh need nuh subsense
Caa the wul a we got some fuck up friends
The rope wi do the trick mi gi them nuff lenght
Mi go a studio go voice an this bus when
Outa nothing mi seh please don't trust them
Mi nuh trust them loyalty
Them know how fi fake it
Yuh see how them plan up an switch
When time yuh make it
Suh mi nuh trust them loyalty
Them know how fi fake it
Yuh see how them plan up an switch
When time yuh make it
Tell the real one them seh mi grateful
A you mek mi neva pree hateful
Still a share all when mi nuh ave a plate full
Lot a fight before the music get a break thru
The ones them yuh think would a rate you
A them mi realize a mek the fake moves
The circle still small suh mi stay true
Mi neva drop mi guard naa play loose
(Cause)
Mi nuh trust them loyalty
Them know how fi fake it
Yuh see how them plan up an switch
When time yuh make it
Suh mi nuh trust them loyalty
Them know how fi fake it
Yuh see how them plan up an switch
When time yuh make it
Good thing seh mi neva trust them
Suh them actions neva lef nuh suspense
Dutty heart is a thing weh it must cleanse
Fi define them mi nuh need nuh subsense
Caa the wul a we got some fuck up friends
The rope wi do the trick mi gi them nuff lenght
Mi go a studio go voice an this bus when
Mi tell JVybz seh him nuh fi trust them
Mi nuh trust them loyalty
Them know how fi fake it |
4,388,182 | Introduction | misc | This book affirms the reality of spirit and the reality of matter, and tries to determine the relation of the one to the other by the study of a definite example, that of memory. It is, then, frankly dualistic. But, on the other hand, it deals with body and mind in such a way as, we hope, to lessen greatly, if not to overcome, the theoretical difficulties which have always beset dualism, and which cause it, though suggested by thе immediate verdict of consciousnеss and adopted by common sense, to be held in small honor among philosophers.
These difficulties are due, for the most part, to the conception, now realistic, now idealistic, which philosophers have of matter. The aim of our first chapter is to show that realism and idealism both go too far, that it is a mistake to reduce matter to the perception which we have of it, a mistake also to make of it a thing able to produce in us perceptions, but in itself of another nature than they. Matter, in our view, is an aggregate of "images." And by "image" we mean a certain existence which is more than that which the idealist calls a representation, but less than that which the realist calls a thing -an existence placed halfway between the "thing" and the "representation." This conception of matter is simply that of common sense. It would greatly astonish a man unaware of the speculations of philosophy if we told him that the object before him, which he sees and touches, exists only in his mind and for his mind or even, more generally, exists only for mind, as Berkeley held. Such a man would always maintain that the object exists independently of the consciousness which perceives it. But, on the other hand, we should astonish him quite as much by telling him that the object is entirely different from that which is perceived in it, that it has neither the color ascribed to it by the eye nor the resistance found in it by the hand. The color, the resistance, are, for him, in the object: they are not states of our mind; they are part and parcel of an existence really independent of our own. For common sense, then, the object exists in itself, and, on the other hand, the object is, in itself, pictorial, as we perceive it: image it is, but a self-existing image.
This is just the sense in which we use the word image in our first chapter. We place ourselves at the point of view of a mind unaware of the disputes between philosophers. Such a mind would naturally believe that matter exists just as it is perceived; and, since it is perceived as an image, the mind would make of it, in itself, an image. In a word, we consider matter before the dissociation which idealism and realism have brought about between its existence and its appearance. No doubt it has become difficult to avoid this dissociation now that philosophers have made it. To forget it, however, is what we ask of the reader. If, in the course of this first chapter, objections arise in his mind against any of the views that we put forward, let him ask himself whether these objections do not imply his return to one or the other of the two points of view above which we urge him to rise.
Philosophy made a great step forward on the day when Berkeley proved, as against the "mechanical philosophers," that the secondary qualities of matter have at least as much reality as the primary qualities. His mistake lay in believing that, for this, it was necessary to place matter within the mind and make it into a pure idea. Descartes, no doubt, had put matter too far from us when he made it one with geometrical extensity. But, in order to bring it nearer to us, there was no need to go to the point of making it one with our own mind. Because he did go as far as this, Berkeley was unable to account for the success of physics, and, whereas Descartes had set up the mathematical relations between phenomena as their very essence, he was obliged to regard the mathematical order of the universe as a mere accident. So the Kantian criticism became necessary, to show the reason of this mathematical order and to give back to our physics a solid foundation - a task in which, however, it succeeded only by limiting the range and value of our senses and of our understanding. The criticism of Kant, on this point at least, would have been unnecessary; the human mind, in this direction at least, would not have been led to limit its own range; metaphysics would not have been sacrificed to physics, if philosophy had been content to leave matter half way between the place to which Descartes had driven it and that to which Berkeley drew it back - to leave it, in fact, where it is seen by common sense.
There we shall try to see it ourselves. Our first chapter defines this way of looking at matter; the last sets forth the consequences of such a view. But, as we said before, we treat of matter only in so far as it concerns the problem dealt with in our second and third chapters, that which is the subject of this essay: the problem of the relation between soul and body.
This relation, though it has been a favorite theme throughout the history of philosophy, has really been very little studied. If we leave on one side the theories which are content to state the "union of soul and body" as an irreducible and inexplicable fact, and those which speak vaguely of the body as an instrument of the soul, there remains hardly any other conception of the psychophysiological relation than the hypothesis of "epiphenomenalism" or that of "parallelism," which in practice -I mean in the interpretation of particular facts - both end in the same conclusions. For whether, indeed, thought is regarded as a mere function of the brain and the state of consciousness as an epiphenomenon of the state of the brain, or whether mental states and brain states are held to be two versions, in two different languages, of one and the same original, in either case it is laid down that, could we penetrate into the inside of a brain at work and behold the dance of the atoms which make up the cortex, and if, on the other hand, we possessed the key to psychophysiology, we should know every detail of what is going on in the corresponding consciousness.
This, indeed, is what is most commonly maintained by philosophers as well as by men of science. Yet it would be well to ask whether the facts, when examined without any preconceived idea, really suggest an hypothesis of this kind. That there is a close connection between a state of consciousness and the brain we do not dispute. But there is also a close connection between a coat and the nail on which it hangs, for, if the nail is pulled out, the coat falls to the ground. Shall we say, then, that the shape of the nail gives us the shape of the coat, or in any way corresponds to it? No more are we entitled to conclude, because the physical fact is hung onto a cerebral state, that there is any parallelism between the two series psychical and physiological. When philosophy pleads that the theory of parallelism is borne out by the results of positive science, it enters upon an unmistakably vicious circle; for, if science interprets connection, which is a fact, as signifying parallelism, which is an hypothesis (and an hypothesis to which it is difficult to attach an intelligible meaning!), it does so, consciously or unconsciously, for reasons of a philosophic order: it is because science has been accustomed by a certain type of philosophy to believe that there is no hypothesis more probable, more in accordance with the interests of scientific inquiry.
Now, as soon as we do, indeed, apply to positive facts for such information as may help us to solve the problem, we find it is with memory that we have to deal. This was to be expected, because memory - we shall try to prove it in the course of this work - is just the intersection of mind and matter. But we may leave out the reason here: no one, at any rate, will deny that, among all the facts capable of throwing light on the psychophysiological relation, those which concern memory, whether in the normal or in the pathological state, hold a privileged position. Not only is the evidence here extremely abundant (consider the enormous mass of observations collected in regard to the various kinds of aphasia), but nowhere else have anatomy, physiology and psychology been able to lend each other such valuable aid. Anyone who approaches, without preconceived ideas and on the firm ground of facts, the classical problem of the relations of soul and body, will soon see this problem as centering upon the subject of memory, and, even more particularly, upon the memory of words: it is from this quarter, undoubtedly, that will come the light which will illumine the obscurer parts of the problem.
The reader will see how we try to solve it. Speaking generally, the physical state seems to us to be, in most cases, immensely wider than the cerebral state. I mean that the brain state indicates only a very small part of the mental state, that part which is capable of translating itself into movements of locomotion. Take a complex thought which unrolls itself in a chain of abstract reasoning. This thought is accompanied by images, that are at least nascent. And these images themselves are not pictured in consciousness without some foreshadowing, in the form of a sketch or a tendency, of the movements by which these images would be acted or played in space - would, that is to say, impress particular attitudes upon the body, and set free all that they implicitly contain of spatial movement. Now, of all the thought which is unrolling, this, in our view, is what the cerebral state indicates at every moment. He who could penetrate into the interior of a brain and see what happens there, would probably obtain full details of these sketched-out, or prepared, movements; there is no proof that he would learn anything else. Were he endowed with a superhuman intellect, did he possess the key to psychophysiology, he would know no more of what is going on in the corresponding consciousness than we should know of a play from the comings and goings of the actors upon the stage.
That is to say, the relation of the mental to the cerebral is not a constant, any more than it is a simple, relation. According to the nature of the play that is being acted, the movements of the players tell us more or less about it: nearly everything, if it is a pantomime; next to nothing, if it is a delicate comedy. Thus our cerebral state contains more or less of our mental state in the measure that we reel off our psychic life into action or wind it up into pure knowledge.
There are then, in short, divers tones of mental life, or, in other wurds, our psychic life may be lived at different heights, now nearer to action, now further removed from it, according to the degree of our attention to life. Here we have one of the ruling ideas of this book - the idea, indeed, which served as the starting point of our inquiry. That which is usually held to be a greater complexity of the psychical state appears to us, from our point of view, to be a greater dilatation of the whole personality, which, normally narrowed down by action, expands with the unscrewing of the vice in which it has allowed itself to be squeezed, and, always whole and undivided, spreads itself over a wider and wider surface. That which is commonly held to be a disturbance of the psychic life itself, an inward disorder, a disease of the personality, appears to us, from our point of view, to be an unloosing or a breaking of the tie which binds this psychic life to its motor accompaniment, a weakening or an impairing of our attention to outward life. This opinion, as also that which denies the localization of the memory-images of words and explains aphasia quite otherwise than by such localization, was considered paradoxical at the date of the first publication of the present work (1896). It will appear much less so now. The conception of aphasia then classical, universally admitted, believed to be unshakable, has been considerably shaken in the last few years, chiefly by reasons of an anatomical order, but partly also by reasons of the same kind as those which we then advanced.2 And the profound and original study of neuroses made by Professor Pierre Janet has led him, of late years, to explain all psychasthenic forms of disease by these same considerations of psychic "tension" and of attention to reality which were then presumed to be metaphysical. 3
In truth, it was not altogether a mistake to call them by that name. Without denying to psychology, any more than to metaphysics, the right to make itself into an independent science, we believe that each of these two sciences should set problems to the other and can, in a measure, help it to solve them. How should it be otherwise, if psychology has for its object the study of the human mind working for practical utility, and if metaphysics is but this same mind striving to transcend the conditions of useful action and to come back to itself as to a pure creative energy? Many problems, which appear foreign to each other as long as we are bound by the letter of the terms in which these two sciences state them, are seen to be very near akin, and to be able to solve each other when we thus penetrate into their inner meaning. We little thought, at the beginning of our inquiry, that there could be any connection between the analytical study of memory and the question, which is debated between realists and idealists or between mechanists and dynamists, with regard to the existence or the essence of matter. Yet this connection is real, it is even intimate; and, if we take it into account, a cardinal metaphysical problem is carried into the open field of observation, where it may be solved progressively, instead of forever giving rise to fresh disputes of the schools within the closed lists of pure dialectic. The complexity of some parts of the present work is due to the inevitable dovetailing of problems which results from approaching philosophy in such a way. But through this complexity, which is due to the complexity of reality itself, we believe that the reader will find his way if he keeps a fast hold on the two principles which we have used as a clue throughout our own researches. The first is that in psychological analysis we must never forget the utilitarian character of our mental functions, which are essentially turned toward action. The second is that the habits formed in action find their way up to the sphere of speculation, where they create fictitious problems, and that metaphysics must begin by dispersing this artificial obscurity.
PARIS,
October 1910 |
4,388,184 | hotel 🏨 | rap | [Intro: twikipedia]
Four, five shots, do the running man, uh
Running to the bag like a businessman, uh
Got a fake ID, I'm another man, uh
W-W-Wild West pistol like I'm Dirty Dan, uh
Y-Y-You not making money, what's your business plan? Uh
On the internet, uh, need a middleman, uh
Got a south side shooter, if he listened to your music
He gon' say, "That shit is trash, so are you better yet?" Uh
[Verse 1: twikipedia]
She got scared, she saw my gun
I can't fuck no fucking ho
You a actor, that's for sure
Speed dial always calling, hello
Speed dial always calling my phone
Think I'm dumb, but I'm not slow
You done switched up on his bro
We gon' have to take his soul
Been there, had to take it slow
Never made to lose control
They say twiki' on a roll
I think that I cracked the code
Bitches want my serial
Like, are you serious?
He think he the shit
Somebody tell him he gon' wanna flush
[Bridge: twikipedia]
I'm like take it, take it, take it
I'ma take it 'til I'm famous, famous, famous
Yeah, I'ma take it, I'll replace it, 'place it, 'place it
I'll replace it 'til I make it, make it, make it
[Verse 2: twikipedia]
I-I got my ice from my jeweler
That shit is so cold, I don't think I can cool it no more
Like, why is you spreading those rumors?
You spreadin' those rumors each time when I go to the store
A blessing, every time I buy
Every so often, I spend some more
That money go dumb, but I got so much
Hotel lifestyle, can't be poor
[Verse 3: SEBii]
I might just take over the world just like Giygas (Tss)
You don't like it
I might be biased, but you might not like it (Like it)
I might just buy it, this new car, I drive it (Drive, yeah)
I'm movin', I pivot, I jump all these divots
I count all my digits, I count it so fast
Wait, you got a lot of cash
Wait, you got a lot of cash (Yeah)
Dash, dash, dash
I just be movin' like so fast
I hope that I don't crash (Bitch)
Bet that I don't last
They see I'm famous (Okay)
They want it bad (Need it bad)
Right now they're nameless (Hey!)
I make 'em mad, mad (Achoo!)
Rappin' 'bout money, I'm rappin' 'bout mine
Mind over matter, yeah, I ain't got time (Yeah)
Reach to the nine for my peace of mind
A piece of me is a piece of you
Electricity like Pikachu (Ahh)
Got double V's, it's a W (Yeah)
You still wanna PvP? (Damn)
I pity you
[Verse 4: twikipedia]
She wan' take a pic', yeah
You act like a bitch, yeah
Maybe you's a bitch, yeah
You think I'm a dickhead
If I really gotta make a bag, I got a trick, yeah
That shit in my sleeve, yeah
Tell me, did he leave? Yeah
Okay, like oh, for sure
I got another code
Like, what's a sound for soul?
You know you did the most
Oh, I know you like to boast
You did that shit for show
Well, was it worth it, bro?
You think you're perfect, no
[Outro: YBN Nahmir]
I seen 'em hate when I was down
They never thought that I would blow up and get them racks (On gang)
Wake up, get my―
Parapapapapapapa
Paparapapapapapa
Paraapapapapapa
(I just wanna fuckin' die) |
4,388,185 | NEW PROFILE PIC | rap | [Intro: Yung Plague & Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
$uicide, $ui—
[Chorus: Yung Plague]
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Ayy, ayy)
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
[Verse 1: Yung Mutt]
Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones
Now's the time to say somethin’ if you wanna say somethin'
Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped, take ’em to the lakefront
And roll 'bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps
White lines like we in a shake junt
Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run
Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps
Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come
Stain somethin', all day, Plague stuntin' (Yeah)
Ain't frontin', bitch, I’m in the back puffin’
Me and my cousin fucking buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (Uh)
Airin’ out the fuckin' room like Glade's plug-ins
[Chorus: Yung Plague & Wetto]
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I—
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
[Verse 2: Wetto]
Represent that East 59, it's a Grey thing
Creepin’ round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane
Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range
Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain
Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah
Big gars, Xan' bars fucking up my brain, yeah
Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy
Adderall, speedballs, I might go insane, fuck
Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life close to done
Demons climbin' on my walls in my bedroom
I got tendencies of suicidal ideation
Menace to society when I ain't medicated
[Outro: Yung Plague]
Still got the badge, still got the gun
Still got the patch, still got the stun
Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
Put the Glock to my skull then I—
Glock to my skull then I— |
4,388,188 | Lazy Afternoon | pop | [Verse 1]
It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zoomin'
And the tulip trees are bloomin'
And there's not another human in view
But us two
[Verse 2]
It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reapin'
In the meadow cows are sleepin'
And the speckled trout stop leapin' up stream
As we dream
[Bridge]
A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still
You can hear the grass as it grows
[Verse 3]
It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet
'Cept for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me |
4,388,189 | Gyal Yuh Pum Pum Good | pop | A tru yuh know yuh bad mek yuh gwaan suh enuh
As a matter of fact yuh naven bad yuh good like dat
Hear? a love yuh a love yuh a love yuh baby
A love yuh a love a yuh a love yuh baby
A love yuh a love yuh
Precyse a tell yuh this enuh
A yuh a lone mek me reminisce
Yuh hear dat
Have you ever fuck a gyal weh lef yuh speechless
She give heads a could a swear she teeth-less
Brazier carry ti-ti suh me still a squeeze breast
She come a my yard seh she wanna destress
Never wear nuh draws seh shi never need it
Me seh gal sidung pon me P E N I S
She seh tun up the radio cause har artiste a play
She wanna get wild and really bruk away
Gyal yuh pum pum good
Mek me tell yuh wah me love wid yuh
God know me can't get enough
And me wi follow yuh any weh yuh go
Baby a would a neva want yuh fi pack up and go
A weh me aguh get another gyal weh bad so
Me seh gyal yuh pum pum good
This yah good till it good like gold
Double like fist when yuh bubble like this
When yuh bubble like this buddy double like fist
Mi affi like it cau yuh carry the right fit
When yuh bend yuh back then yuh bite pon yuh lip
Plus yuh tight pussy split nah hide from the dick
Yuh know how fi ride yuh real cyclist
Yuh know how fi dweet like that but yuh dweet like this
Yuh a number one some gyal a side kick
Me seh gyal yuh pum pum good
Mek me tell yuh wah me love wid yuh
God know me can't get enough
And me wi follow yuh any weh yuh go
Baby a would a neva want yuh fi pack up and go
A weh me aguh get another gyal weh bad so
Me seh gyal yuh pum pum good
This yah good till it good like gold
Have you ever fuck a gyal weh lef yuh speechless
She give heads a would a swear she teeth-less
Brazier carry ti-ti suh me still a squeeze breast
She come a my yard seh she wanna destress
Never wear nuh draws seh shi never need it
Me seh gal sidung pon me P E N I S
She seh tun up the radio cause har artiste a play
She wanna get wild and really bruk away
Gyal yuh pum pum good
Mek me tell yuh wah me love wid yuh
God know me can't get enough
And me wi follow yuh any weh yuh go
Baby a would a neva want yuh fi pack up and go
A weh me aguh get another gyal weh bad so
Me seh gyal yuh pum pum good
This yah good till it good like gold
Gyal yuh pum pum good till it good like gold
Mek me tell yuh weh me love wid yuh
God know me can't get enough
And me wi follow yuh any weh yuh go
Baby a would a neva want yuh fi pack up and go
A weh me aguh get another gal weh bad so
Me seh gyal yuh pum pum good
This yah good till it good like gold
Precyse a represent enuh |
4,388,190 | Of the Survival of Images. Memory and Mind | misc | CHAPTER III
Of The Survival of Images.
Memory and Mind.
To sum up briefly the preceding chapters: we have distinguished three processes, pure memory, memory-image and perception, of which none of them in fa ct, occurs apart from the others. Perception is never a mere contact of the mind with the object present; it is impregnated with memory-images which complete it as they interpret it. The memory-image, in its turn, partakes of the "pure memory, " which it begins to materialize, and of the perception in which it tends to embody itself: regarded from the latter point of view, it might be defined as a nascent perception. Lastly, pure memory, though independent in theory, manifests itself as a rule only in the colored and living image which reveals it. Symbolizing these three terms by the consecutive segments AB, BC, CD, of the same straight line AD, we may say that our thought describes this line in a single movement, which goes from A to 0, and that is impossible to say precisely where one of the terms ends and another begins.
In fact, this is just what consciousness bears witness to whenever, in order to analyze memory, it follows the movement of memory at work. Whenever we are trying to recover a recollection, to call up some period of our history, we become conscious of an act sui ganeris by which we detach ourselves from the present in order to replace ourselves, first, in the past in general, then, in a certain region of the past - a work of adjustment, something like the focusing of a camera. But our recollection still remains virtual; we simply prepare ourselves to receive it by adopting the appropriate attitude. Little by little it comes into view like a condensing cloud; fr om the virtual state it passes into the actual; and as its outlines become more distinct and its surface takes on color, it tends to imitate perception. But it remains attached to the past by its deepest roots, and if, when once realized, it did not retain something of its original virtuality, if, being a present state, it were not also something which stands out distinct from the present, we should never know it for a memory.
The capital error of associationism is that it substitutes fo r this continuity of becoming, which is the living reality, a discontinuous multiplicity of elements, inert and juxtaposed. Just because each of the elements so constituted contains, by reason of its origin, something of what precedes and also of what fo llows, it must take to our eyes the fo rm of a mixed and, so to speak, impure state. But the principle of associationism requires that each psychical state should be a kind of atom, a simple element. Hence the necessity fo r sacrificing, in each of the phases we have distinguished, the unstable to the stable, that is to say, the beginning to the end. If we are dealing with perception, we are asked to see in it nothing but the agglomerated sensations which color it and to overlook the remembered images which fo rm its dim nucleus. If it is the remembered image that we are considering, we are bidden to take it already made, realized in a weak perception, and to shut our eyes to the pure memory which this image has progressively developed. In the rivalry which associationism thus sets up between the stable and the unstable, perception is bound to expel the memory-image, and the memory-image to expel pure memory. And thus the pure memory disappears altogether. Associationism, cutting in two by a line MO, the totality of the progress AD, sees, in the part 00, only the sensations which terminate it and which have been supposed to constitute the whole of perception; yet it also reduces the part AO to the realized image which pure memory attains to as it expands. Psychical life, then, is entirely summed up in these two elements, sensation and image. And as, on the one hand, this theory drowns in the image the pure memory, which makes the image into an original state, and, on the other hand, brings the image yet closer to perception by putting into perception, in advance, something of the image itself, it ends up by finding between these two states only a diffe rence of degree, or of intensity. Hence the distinction between strong states and weak states, of which the first are supposed to be set up by us as perceptions of the present, and the second (why, no man knows) as representations of the past. But the truth is that we shall never reach the past unless we fr ankly place ourselves within it. Essentially virtual, it cannot be known as something past unless we fo llow and adopt the movement by which it expands into a present image, thus emerging fr om obscurity into the light of day. In vain do we seek its trace in anything actual and already realized: we might as well look fo r darkness beneath the light. This is, in fact, the error of associationism: placed in the actual, it exhausts itself in vain attempts to discover in a realized and present state the mark of its past origin, to distinguish memory from perception, and to erect into a diffe rence in kind that which it condemned in advance to be but a diffe rence of magnitude.
To picture is not to remember. No doubt a recollection, as it becomes actual, tends to live in an image; however, the converse is not true, and the image, pure and simple, will not be referred to the past unless, indeed, it was in the past that I sought it, thus following the continuous progress which brought it fr om darkness into light. This is what psychologists too often forget when they conclude, from the fa ct that a remembered sensation becomes more actual the more we dwell upon it, that the memory of the sensation is the sensation itself beginning to be. The fact which they allege is undoubtedly true: the more I strive to recall a past pain, the nearer I come to feeling it in reality. But this is easy to understand, since the progress of a memory precisely consists, as we have said, in its becoming materialized. The question is: was the memory of a pain, when it began, really pain? Because the hypnotized subject ends by feeling hot when he is repeatedly told that he is hot, it does not follow that the words of the suggestion were themselves hot. Neither must we conclude that, because the memory of a sensation prolongs itself into that very sensation, the memory was a nascent sensation: perhaps, indeed. this memory plays, with regard to the sensation which fo llows it, precisely the part of the hypnotizer who makes the suggestion. The argument we are criticizing, presented in this form, is then already of no value as proof; still, it is not yet a vicious argument because it profits by the incontestable truth that memory passes into something else by becoming actual. The absurdity becomes patent when the argument is inverted (although this ought to be legitimate on the hypothesis adopted), that is to say, when the intensity of the sensation is decreased instead of the intensity of pure memory being increased. For then, if the two states differ merely in degree, there should be a given moment at which the sensation changed into a memory. If the memory of an acute pain, for instance, is but a slight pain, inversely, an intense pain which I fe el, will end, as it grows less, by being an acute pain remembered. Now the moment will come, undoubtedly, when it is impossible fo r me to say whether what I fe el is a slight sensation, which I experience, or a slight sensation, which I imagine (and this is natural, because the memory-image is already partly sensation), but never will this weak state appear to me to be the memory of a strong state. Memory, then, is something quite diffe rent.
But the illusion which consists in establishing only a diffe rence of degree between memory and perception is more than a mere consequence of associationism, more than an accident in the history of philosophy. Its roots lie deep. It rests, in the last analysis, on a fa lse idea of the nature and of the object of external perception. We are bent on regarding perception as only an instruction addressed to a pure spirit, as having a purely speculative interest. Then, as memory is itself essentially a knowledge of this kind, since its object is no longer present, we can only find between perception and memory a difference of degree - perceptions being then supposed to throw memories back into the past, and thus to reserve to themselves the present simply because right is might. But there is much more between past and present than a mere difference of degree. My present is that which interests me, which lives fo r me, and in a word, that which summons me to action; in contrast, my past is essentially powerless. We must dwell fu rther on this point. By contrasting it with present perception we shall better understand the nature of what we call "pure memory."
For we should endeavor in vain to characterize the memory of a past state unless we began by defining the concrete note, accepted by consciousness, of present reality. What is, fo r me, the present moment? The essence of time is that it goes by; time already gone by is the past, and we call the present the instant in which it goes by. But there can be no question here of a mathematical instant. No doubt there is an ideal present - a pure conception, the indivisible limit which separates past from fu ture. But the real, concrete, live present - that of which I speak when I speak of my present perception - that present necessarily occupies a duration. Where then is this duration placed? Is it on the nearer or on the fu rther side of the mathematical point which I determine ideally when I think of the present instant? Quite evidently, it is both on this side and on that, and what I call "my present" has one fo ot in my past and another in my fu ture. In my past, first, because "the moment in which I am speaking is already fa r fr om me"; in my fu ture, next, because this moment is impending over the fu ture: it is to the fu ture that I am tending, and could I fix this indivisible present, this infinitesimal element of the curve of time, it is the direction of the fu ture that it would indicate. The psychical state, then, that I call "my present," must be both a perception of the immediate past and a determination of the immediate fu ture. Now the immediate past, in so fa r as it is perceived, is, as we shall see, sensation, since every sensation translates a very long succession of elementary vibrations, and the immediate fu ture, in so fa r as it is being determined, is action or movement. My present, then, is both sensation and movement; since my present fo rms an undivided whole, then the movement must be linked with the sensation, must prolong it in action. Whence I conclude that my present consists in a joint system of sensations and movements. My present is, in its essence, sensori-motor.
This is to say that my present consists in the consciousness I have of my body. Having extension in space, my body experiences sensations and at the same time executes movements. Sensations and movements being localized at determined points of this extended body, there can only be, at a given moment, a single system of movements and sensations. That is why my present appears to me to be a thing absolutely determined, and contrasting with my past. Situated between the matter which influences it and that on which it has influence, my body is a center of action, the place where the impressions received choose intelligently the path they will fo llow to transform themselves into movements accomplished. Thus it, indeed, represents the actual state of my becoming, that part of my duration which is in process of growth. More generally, in that continuity of becoming which is reality itself, the present moment is constituted by the quasi-instantaneous section effected by our perception in the flowing mass, and this section is precisely that which we call the material world. Our body occupies its center; it is, in this material world, that part of which we directly fe el the flux; in its actual state the actuality of our present lies. If matter, so fa r as extended in space, is to be defined (as we believe it must) as a present which is always beginning again, inversely, our present is the very materiality of our existence, that is to say, a system of sensations and movements and nothing else. And this system is determined, unique fo r each moment of duration, just because sensations and movements occupy space, and because there cannot be in the same place several things at the same time. Why is it that it has been possible to misunderstand so simple, so evident a truth, one which is, moreover, the very idea of common sense?
The reason lies simply in the fa ct that philosophers insist on regarding the difference between actual sensations and pure memory as a mere diffe rence in degree, and not in kind. In our view the diffe rence is radical. My actual sensations occupy definite portions of the surface of my body; pure memory, on the other hand, interests no part of my body. No doubt, it will beget sensations as it materializes, but at that very moment it will cease to be a memory and pass into the state of a present thing, something actually lived. I shall then only restore to it its character of memory by carrying myself back to the process by which I called it up, as it was virtual, fr om the depths of my past. It is just because I made it active that it has become actual, that is to say, a sensation capable of provoking movements. But most psychologists see in pure memory only a weakened perception, an assembly of nascent sensations. Having thus effaced, to begin with, all diffe rence in kind between sensation and memory, they are led by the logic of their hypothesis to materialize memory and to idealize sensation. They perceive memory only in the fo rm of an image, that is to say, already embodied in nascent sensations. Having thus attributed to it that which is essential to sensation, and refusing to see in the ideality of memory something distinct, something contrasted with sensation itself, they are fo rced, when they come back to pure sensation, to leave to it that ideality with which they have thus implicitly endowed nascent sensations. For if the past, which by hypothesis is no longer active, can subsist in the fo rm of a weak sensation, there must be sensations that are powerless. If pure memory, which by hypothesis interests no definite part of the body, is a nascent sensation, then sensation is not essentially localized in any point of the body. Hence the illusion that consists in regarding sensation as an ethereal and unextended state which acquires extension and consolidates in the body by mere accident: an illusion which vitiates profoundly, as we have seen the theory of external perception and raises a great number of the questions at issue between the various metaphysics of matter. We must make up our minds to it: sensation is, in its essence, extended and localized; it is a source of movement. Pure memory, being inextensive and powerless, does not in any degree share the nature of sensation.
That which I call my present is my attitude with regard to the immediate fu ture; it is my impending action. My present is, then, sensori-motor. Of my past, that alone becomes image and, consequently, sensation, at least nascent, which can collaborate in that action, insert itself in that attitude, in a word make itself useful; but, fr om the moment that it becomes image, the past leaves the state of pure memory and coincides with a certain part of my present. Memory actualized in an image diffe rs, then, profoundly fr om pure memory. The image is a present state, and its sole share in the past is the memory from which it arose. Memory, on the contrary, powerless as long as it remains without utility, is pure fr om all admixture of sensation, is without attachment to the present, and is, consequently, unextended.
This radical powerlessness of pure memory is just what will enable us to understand how it is preserved in a latent state. Without as yet going to the heart of the matter, we will confine ourselves to the remark that our unwillingness to conceive unconscious psychical states is due, above all, to the fa ct that we hold consciousness to be the essential property of psychical states: so a psychical state cannot, it seems, cease to be conscious without ceasing to exist. But if consciousness is but the characteristic note of the present, that is to say, of the actually lived, in short, of the active, then that which does not act may cease to belong to consciousness without therefore ceasing to exist in some manner. In other words, in the psychological domain, consciousness may not be the synonym of existence, but only of real action or of immediate efficacy; limiting thus the meaning of the term, we shall have less difficulty in representing to ourselves a psychical state which is unconscious, that is to say, ineffective. Whatever idea we may frame of consciousness in itself, such as it would be if it could work untrammeled, we cannot deny that, in a being which has bodily fu nctions, the chief office of consciousness is to preside over action and to enlighten choice. Therefore, it throws light on the immediate antecedents of the decision, and on those past recollections which can usefully combine with it; all else remains in shadow. But we find here once more, in a new fo rm, the ever-recurrent illusion which, throughout this work, we have endeavored to dispel. It is supposed that consciousness, even when linked with bodily fu nctions, is a faculty that is only accidentally practical and is directed essentially toward speculation. Then, since we cannot see what interest, devoted as it is supposed to be to pure knowledge, it would have in allowing any information that it possesses to escape, we fa il to understand why it refuses to throw light on something that was not entirely lost to it. From this we conclude that it can possess nothing more de jure than what it holds de fa cto, and that, in the domain of consciousness, all that is real is actual. But restore to consciousness its true role: there will no longer be any more reason to say that the past effaces itself as soon as perceived than there is to suppose that material objects cease to exist when we cease to perceive them.
We must insist on this last point, fo r here we have the central difficulty, and the source of the ambiguities which surround the problem of the unconscious. The idea of an unconscious representation is clear, despite current prejudice; we may even say that we make constant use of it, and that there is no conception more fa miliar to common sense. For everyone admits that the images actually present to our perception are not the whole of matter. But, on the other hand, what can be a nonperceived material object, an image not imagined, unless it is a kind of unconscious mental state? Beyond the walls of your room, which you perceive at this moment, there are the adjoining rooms, then the rest of the house, finally the street and the town in which you live. It signifies little to which theory of matter you adhere; realist or idealist, you are evidently thinking, when you speak of the town, of the street, of the other rooms in the house, of so many perceptions absent from your consciousness and yet given outside of it. They are not created as your consciousness receives them; they existed, then, in some manner, and since, by hypothesis, your consciousness did not apprehend them, how could they exist in themselves unless in the unconscious state? How comes it then that an existence outside of consciousness appears clear to us in the case of objects, but obscure when we are speaking of the subject? Our perceptions, actual and virtual, extend along two lines, the one horizontal, AB, which contains all simultaneous objects in space, the other vertical, cr, on which are ranged our successive recollections set out in time. The point I, at the intersection of the two lines, is the only one actually given to consciousness. Whence comes it that we do not hesitate to posit the reality of the whole line AB, although it remains unperceived, while, on the contrary, of the line eI, the present I which is actually perceived is the only point which appears to us really to exist? There are, at the bottom of this radical distinction between the two series, temporal and spatial, so many confused or half-formed ideas, so many hypotheses devoid of any speculative value, that we cannot all at once make an exhaustive analysis of them. In order to unmask the illusion entirely, we should have to seek its origin and fo llow through all its windings, the double movement by which we come to assume objective realities without relation to consciousness, and states of consciousness without objective reality - space thus appearing to preserve indefinitely the things which are there juxtaposed, while time in its advance devours the states which succeed each other within it. Part of this work has been done in our first chapter, where we discussed objectivity in general; another part will be dealt with in the last pages of this book, where we shall speak of the idea of matter. We confine ourselves here to a few essential points.
Figure 3
First, the objects ranged along the line AB represent to our eyes what we are going to perceive, while the line CI contains only that which has already been perceived. Now the past has no longer any interest for us; it has exhausted its possible action or will only recover an influence by borrowing the vitality of the present perception. The immediate future, on the contrary, consists in an impending action, in an energy not yet spent. The unperceived part of the material universe, big with promises and threats, has then for us a reality which the actually unperceived periods of our past existence cannot and should not possess. But this distinction, which is entirely relative to practical utility and to the material needs of life, takes in our minds the more and more marked form of a metaphysical distinction.
We have shown that the objects which surround us represent, in varying degrees, an action which we can accomplish upon things . or which we must experience from them. The date of fu lfilment of this possible action is indicated by the greater or lesser remoteness of the corresponding object, so that distance in space measures the proximity of a threat or of a promise in time. Thus space fu rnishes us at once with the diagram of our near fu ture, and, as this fu ture must recede indefinitely, space which symbolizes it has fo r its property to remain, in its immobility, indefinitely open. Hence the immediate horizon given to our perception appears to us to be necessarily surrounded by a wider circle, existing though unperceived, this circle itself implying yet another outside it and so on, ad infinitum. It is, then, of the essence of our actual perception, inasmuch as it is extended, to be always only a content in relation to a vaster, even an unlimited, experience which contains it; this experience, absent from our consciousness, since it spreads beyond the perceived horizon, nevertheless, appears to be actually given. But while we fe el ourselves to be dependent upon these material objects which we thus erect into present reallues, our memories, on the contrary, inasmuch as they are past, are so much dead weight that we carry with us, and by which we prefer to imagine ourselves unencumbered. The same instinct, in virtue of which we open out space indefinitely before us, prompts us to shut off time behind us as it flows. And while reality, in so fa r as it is extended, appears to us to overpass infinitely the bounds of our perception, in our inner life that alone seems to us to be real which begins with the present moment; the rest is practically abolished. Then, when a memory reappears in consciousness, it produces on us the effect of a ghost whose mysterious apparition must be explained by special causes. In truth, the adherence of this memory to our present condition is exactly comparable to the adherence of unperceived objects to those objects which we perceive; and the unconscious plays in each case a similar part.
But we have great difficulty in representing the matter to ourselves in this way because we have fa llen into the habit of emphasizing the differences and, on the contrary, of slurring over the resemblances, between the series of objects simultaneously set out in space and that of states successively developed in time. In the first, the terms condition each other in a manner which is entirely determined, so that the appearance of each new term may be fo reseen. Thus I know, when I leave my room, what other rooms I shall go through. However, my memories present themselves in an order which is apparently capricious. The order of the representations is then necessary in the one case, contingent in the other; it is this necessity which I hypostatize, as it were, when I speak of the existence of objects outside of all consciousness. If I see no inconvenience in supposing, given the totality of objects which I do not perceive, it is because the strictly determined order of these objects lends to them the appearance of a chain, of which my present perception is only one link. This link communicates its actuality to the rest of the chain. But, if we look at the matter closely, we shall see that our memories form a chain of the same kind, and that our character, always present in all our decisions, is indeed the actual synthesis of all our past states. In this epitomized fo rm our previous psychical life exists fo r us even more than the external world, of which we never perceive more than a very small part, whereas, on the contrary, we use the whole of our lived experience. It is true that we possess merely a digest of it, and that our fo rmer perceptions, considered as distinct individualities, seem to us to have completely disappeared or to appear again only at the bidding of their caprice. But this semblance of complete destruction or of capricious revival is due merely to the fa ct that actual consciousness accepts at each moment the useful and rej ects in the same breath the superfluous. Ever bent upon action, it can only materialize those of our fo rmer perceptions which can ally themselves with the present perception to take a share in the final decision. If it is necessary, when I would manifest my will at a given point of space, that my consciousness should go successively through those intermediaries or those obstacles of which the sum constitutes what we call distance in space, "So, on the other hand, it is useful, in order to throw light on this action, that my consciousness should jump the interval of time which separates the actual situation fr om a fo rmer one which resembles it; and as consciousness goes back to the earlier date at a bound, all the intermediate past escapes its hold. The same reasons, then, which cause our perceptions to range themselves in strict continuity in space, cause our memories to be illumined discontinuously in time. We have not, in regard to objects unperceived in space and unconscious memories in time, to do with two radically diffe rent fo rms of existence, but the exigencies of action are the inverse in the one case of what they are in the other.
But here we come to the capital problem of existence, a problem we can only glance at, fo r otherwise it would lead us step by step into the heart of metaphysics. We will merely say that with regard to matters of experience - which alone concern us here - existence appears to imply two conditions taken together: (1) presentation in consciousness and (2) the logical or casual connection of that which is so presented with what precedes and with what fo llows. The reality fo r us of a psychical state or of a material object consists in the double fa ct that our consciousness perceives them and that they fo rm part of a series, temporal or spatial, of which the elements determine each other. But these two conditions admit of degrees, and it is conceivable that, though both are necessary, they may be unequally fu lfilled. Thus, in the case of actual internal states, the connection is less close, and the determination of the present by the past, leaving ample room fo r contingency, has not the character of a mathematical derivation -but then, presentation in consciousness is perfect, an actual psychical state yielding the whole of its content in the act itself, whereby we perceive it. On the contrary, if we are dealing with external objects it is the connection which is perfect, since these objects obey necessary laws; but then the other condition, presentation in consciousness, is never more than partially fu lfilled, fo r the material object, just because of the multitude of unperceived elements by which it is linked with all other objects, appears to enfold within itself and to hide behind it infinitely more than it allows to be seen. We ought to say, then, that existence, in the empirical sense of the word, always implies conscious apprehension and regular connection; both at the same time, although in diffe rent degrees. But our intellect, of which the fu nction is to establish clear-cut distinctions, does not so understand things. Rather than admit the presence in all cases of the two elements mingled in varying proportions, it prefers to dissociate them, and thus attribute to external objects, on the one hand, and to internal states, on the other hand, two radically diff erent modes of existence, each characterized by the exclusive presence of the condition which should be regarded as merely preponderating. Then the existence of psychical states is assumed to consist entirely in their apprehension by consciousness, and that of external phenomena, entirely also, in the strict order of their concomitance and their succession. Whence the impossibility ofleaving to material objects, existing, but unperceived, the smallest share in consciousness, and to internal unconscious states the smallest share in existence. We have shown, at the beginning of this book, the consequences of the first illusion: it ends by fa lsifying our representation of matter. The second illusion, complementary to the first, vitiates our conception of mind by casting over the idea of the unconscious an artificial obscurity. The whole of our past psychical life conditions our present state, without being its necessary determinant; whole, also, it reveals itself in our character, although none of its past states manifests itself explicitly in character. Ta ken together, these two conditions assure to each one of the past psychological states a real, though an unconscious, existence.
But we are so much accustomed to reverse, fo r the sake of action, the real order of things, we are so strongly obsessed by images drawn fr om space, that we cannot hinder ourselves fr om asking where memories are stored up. We understand that physicochemical phenomena take place in the brain, that the brain is in the body, the body in the air which surrounds it, etc.; but the past, once achieved, if it is retained, where is it? To locate it in the cerebral substance, in the state of molecular modification, seems clear and simple enough because then we have a receptacle, actually given, which we have only to open in order to let the latent images flow into consciousness. But ifthe brain cannot serve such a purpose, in what warehouse shall we store the accumulated images? We fo rget that the relation of container to content borrows its apparent clearness and universality from the necessity laid upon us of always opening out space in front of us and of always closing duration behind us. Because it has been shown that one thing is within another, the phenomenon of its preservation is not thereby made any clearer. We may even go fu rther: let us admit fo r a moment that the past survives in the fo rm of a memory stored in the brain; it is then necessary that the brain, in order to preserve the memory, should preserve itself. But the brain, insofar as it is an image extended in space, never occupies more than the present moment: it constitutes, with all the rest of the material universe, an ever-renewed section of universal becoming. Either, then, you must suppose that this universe dies and is born again miraculously at each moment of duration, or you must attribute to it that continuity of existence which you deny to consciousness, and make ofits past a reality which endures and is prolonged into its present. So that you have gained nothing by depositing the memories in matter, and you find yourself, on the contrary, compelled to extend to the totality of the states of the material world that complete and independent survival of the past which you have just refused to psychical states. This survival of the past per se fo rces itself upon philosophers, then, under one fo rm or another; the difficulty that we have in conceiving it comes simply from the fa ct that we extend to the series of memories, in time, that obligation of containing and being contained which applies only to the collection of bodies instantaneously perceived in space. The fu ndamental illusion consists in transferring to duration itself, in its continuous flow, the fo rm of the instantaneous sections which we make in it.
But how can the past, which, by hypothesis, has ceased to be, preserve itself? Have we not here a real contradiction? We reply that the question is just whether the past has ceased to exist or whether it has simply ceased to be useful. Yo u define the present in an arbitrary manner as th at which is, whereas the present is simply what is being made. Nothing is less than the present moment, if you understand by that the indivisible limit which divides the past fr om the fu ture. When we think this present as going to be, it exists not yet, and when we think it as existing, it is already past. If, on the other hand, what you are considering is the concrete present such as it is actually lived by consciousness, we may say that this present consists, in large measure, in the immediate past. In the fraction of a second which covers the briefest possible perception of light, billions of vibrations have taken place, of which the first is separated from the last by an interval which is enormously divided. Yo ur perception, however instantaneous, consists then in an incalculable multitude of remembered elements; in truth, every perception is already memory. Practically, we perceive only the past, the pure present being the invisible progress of the past gnawing into the fu ture.
Consciousness, then, illumines, at each moment of time, that immediate part of the past which, impending over the fu ture, seeks to realize and to associate with it. Solely preoccupied in thus determining an undetermined fu ture, consciousness may shed a little of its light on those of our states, more remote in the past, which can be usefully combined with our present state, that is to say, with our immediate past: the rest remains in the dark. It is in this illuminated part of our history that we remain seated, in virtue of the fu ndamental law of life, which is a law of action: hence the difficulty we experience in conceiving memories which are preserved in the shadow. Our reluctance to admit the integral survival of the past has its origin, then, in the very bent of our psychical life -an unfolding of states wherein our interest prompts us to look at that which is unrolling, and not at that which is entirely unrolled.
So we return, after a long digression, to our point of departure. There are, we have said, two memories which are profoundly distinct: the one, fixed in the organism, is nothing else but the complete set of intelligently constructed mechanisms which ensure the appropriate reply to the various possible demands. This memory enables us to adapt ourselves to the present situation; through it the actions to which we are subject prolong themselves into reactions that are sometimes accomplished, sometimes merely nascent, but always more or less appropriate. Habit rather than memory, it acts our past experience but does not call up its image. The other is the true memory. Coextensive with consciousness, it retains and ranges alongside of each other all our states in the order in which they occur, leaving to each fa ct its place and, consequently, marking its date, truly moving in the past and not, like the first, in an ever renewed present. But, in marking the profound distinction between these two fo rms of memory, we have not shown their connecting link. Above the body, with its mechanisms which symbolize the accumulated effort of past actions, the memory which imagines and repeats has been left to hang, as it were, suspended in the void. Now, if it be true that we never perceive anything but our immediate past, if our consciousness of the present is already memory, the two terms which had been separated to begin with cohere closely together. Seen from this new point of view, indeed, our body is nothing but that part of our representation which is ever being born again, the part always present, or rather that which, at each moment, is just past. Itself an image, the body cannot store up images, since it fo rms a part of the images, and this is why it is a chimerical enterprise to seek to localize past or even present perceptions in the brain: they are not in it; it is the brain that is in them. But this special image which persists in the midst of the others, and which I call my body, constitutes at every moment, as we have said, a section of the universal becoming. It is then the place of passage of the movements received and thrown back, a hyphen, a connecting link between the things which act upon me and the things upon which I act - the seat, in a word, of the sensorimotor phenomena. If I represent by a cone SAB, the totality of the recollections accumulated in my memory, the base AB, situated in the past, remains motionless, while the summit S, which indicates at all times my present, moves fo rward unceasingly, and unceasingly also touches the moving plane P of my actual representation of the universe. At S, the image of the body is concentrated, and, since it belongs to the plane P, this image does but receive and restore actions emanating fr om all the images of which the plane is composed.
Figure 4
The bodily memory, made up of the sum of the sensori-motor systems organized by habit, is then a quasi-instantaneous memory to which the true memory of the past serves as base. Since they are not two separate things, since the first is only, as we have said, the pointed end, ever moving, inserted by the second in the shifting plane of experience, it is natural that the two fu nctions should lend each other a mutual support. So, on the one hand, the memory of the past offers to the sensori-motor mechanisms all the recollections capable of guiding them in their task and of giving to the motor reaction the direction suggested by the lessons of experience. It is in just this that the associations of contiguity and likeness consist. But, on the other hand, the sensori-motor apparatus fu rnish to ineffective, that is unconscious, memories, the means of taking on a body, of materializing themselves, in short of bee oming present. For, that a recollection should reappear in consciousness, it is necessary that it should descend from the heights of pure memory down to the precise point where action is taking place. In other words, it is fr om the present that the appeal to which memory responds comes, and it is from the sensori-motor elements of present action that a memory borrows the warmth which gives it life.
Is it not by the constancy of this agreement, by the precision with which these two complementary memories insert themselves each into the other, that we recognize a "well-balanced" mind, that is to say, in fact, a man nicely adapted to life? The characteristic of the man of action is the promptitude with which he summons to the help of a given situation all the memories which have reference to it; yet it is also the insurmountable barrier which encounters, when they present themselves on the threshold of his consciousness, memories that are useless or indiffe rent. To live only in the present, to respond to a stimulus by the immediate reaction which prolongs it, is the mark of the lower animals: the man who proceeds in this way is a man of impulse. But he who lives in the past fo r the mere pleasure ofliving there, and in whom recollections emerge into the light of consciousness without any advantage fo r the present situation, is hardly better fitted fo r action: here we have no man of impulse, but a dreamer. Between these two extremes lives the happy disposition of memory docile enough to fo llow with precision all the outlines of the present situation, but energetic enough to resist all other appeal. Good sense, or practical sense, is probably nothing but this.
The extraordinary development of spontaneous memory in most children is due to the fa ct that they have not yet persuaded their memory to remain bound up with their conduct. They usually follow the impression of the moment, and as with them action does not bow to the suggestions of memory, so neither are their recollections limited to the necessities of action. They seem to retain with greater facilit y only because they remember with less discernment. The apparent diminution of memory, as intellect develops, is then due to the growing organization of recollections with acts. Thus conscious memory loses in range what it gains in fo rce of penetration: it had at first the fa cility of the memory of dreams, but then it was actually dreaming. Indeed we observe this same exaggeration of spontaneous memory in men whose intellectual development hardly goes beyond that of childhood. A missionary, after preaching a long sermon to some African savages, heard one of them repeat it textually, with the same gestures, from beginning to end.1
But, if almost the whole of our past is hidden fr om us because it is inhibited by the necessities of present action, it will find strength to cross the threshold of consciousness in all cases where we renounce the interests of effective action to replace ourselves, so to speak, in the life of dreams. Sleep, natural or artificial, brings about an indiffe rence of just this kind. It has been recently suggested that in sleep there is an interruption ofthe contact between the nervous elements, motor and sensory.2 Even if we do not accept this ingenious hypothesis, it is impossible not to see in sleep a relaxing, even if only fu nctional, of the tension of the nervous system, ever ready, during waking hours, to prolong by an appropriate reaction the stimulation received. Now the exaltation of the memory in certain dreams and in certain somnambulistic states is well known. Memories, which we believed abolished, then reappear with striking completeness; we live over again, in all their detail, fo rgotten scenes of childhood; we speak languages which we no longer even remember to have learned. But there is nothing more instructive in this regard than what happens in cases of sudden suffocation, in men drowned or hanged. Such a man, when brought to life again, states that he saw, in a very short time, all the fo rgotten events of his life passing before him with great rapidity, with their smallest circumstances and in the very order in which they occurred.3
A human being who should dream his life instead of living it would no doubt thus keep before his eyes at each moment the infinite multitude of the details of his past history. And, conversely, the man who should repudiate this memory with all that it begets would be continually acting his life instead of truly representing it to himself: a conscious automaton, he would fo llow the lead of useful habits which prolong into an appropriate reaction the stimulation received. The first would never rise above the particular, or even above the individual; leaving to each image its date in time and its position in space, he would see wherein it diffe rs fr om others and not how it resembles them. The other, always swayed by habit, would only distinguish in any situation that aspect in which it practically resembles fo rmer situations; incapable, doubtless, of thinkinB universals, since every general idea implies the representation, at least virtual, of a number of remembered images, he would, nevertheless, move in the universal, habit being to action what generality is to thought. But these two extreme states, the one of an entirely contemplative memory which apprehends only the singular in its vision, the other of a purdy motor memory which stamps the note of generality on its action , are really separate and are fu lly visible only in exceptional cases. In normal life they are interpenetrating, so that each has to abandon some part of its original purity. The first reveals itself in the recollection of diffe rences, the second in the perception of resemblances: at the meeting of the two currents appears the general idea.
We are not concerned here to settle once fo r all the whole question of general ideas. Some have not originated in perception alone, and have but a very distant connection with material objects. We will leave these on one side and consider only those general ideas that are fo unded on what we have called the perception of similarity. We will try to fo llow pure memory, integral memory, in the continuous effort which it makes to insert itself into motor habit. In this way we may throw more light upon the office and nature of this memory, and perhaps make clearer, at the same time, by regarding them in this particular aspect, the two equally obscure notions of resemblance and of generality.
If we consider as closely as possible the difficulties of a psychological order which surround the problem of general ideas, we shall come, we believe , to enclose them in this circle: to generalize, it is first of all necessary to abstract, but to abstract to any purpose we must already know how to generalize. Round this circle gravitate, consciously or unconsciously, nominalism and conceptualism, each doctrine having in its favor mainly the insufficiency of the other. The nominalists, retaining of the general idea only its extension, see in it merely an open and unlimited series of individual objects. The unity of the idea can then, for them, consist only in the identity of the symbol by which we designate indiffe rently all these distinct objects. According to them, we begin by perceiving a thing, and then we assign to it a word: this word, backed by the fa culty or the habit of extending itself to an unlimited number of other things, then sets up fo r a general idea. But, in order that the word should extend and yet limit itself to the objects which it designates, it is necessary that these objects should offe r us resemblances which, when we compare them, shall distinguish them fr om all the objects to which the word does not apply. Generalization does not, consequently, occur without our taking into account qualities that have been fo und to be common and therefore considered in the abstract; from step to step, nominalism is thus led to define the general idea by its intention and not merely by its extension, as it set out to do. It is just fr om this intention that conceptualism starts; the intellect, in this theory, resolves the superficial unity of the individual into diffe rent qualities, each of which, isolated from the individual who limited it, becomes by that very isolation representative of a genus. Instead of regarding each genus as including actually a multiplicity of objects, it is now maintained, on the contrary, that each object involves potentially, and as so many qualities which it holds captive, a multiplicity of genera. But the question before us is whether individual qualities, even isolated by an effort of abstraction, do not remain individual, and whether, to make them into genera, a new effort of the mind is not required, by which it first bestows on each quality a name, and then collects under this name a multitude of individual objects. The whiteness of a lily is not the whiteness of a snowfield; they remain, even as isolated fr om the snow and the lily, snow-white or lily-white. They only fo rego their individuality if we consider their likeness in order to give them a common name; then, applying this name to an unlimited number of similar objects, we throw back upon the quality, by a sort of ricochet, the generality which the word went out to seek in its application to things. But, reasoning in this way, do we not return to the point of view of extension, which we just now abandoned? We are then, in truth, revolving in a circle, nominalism leading us to conceptual ism, and conceptualism bringing us back to nominalism. Generalization can only be effected by extracting common qualities; however, that qualities should appear common, they must have already been subjected to a process of generalization.
Now, when we get to the bottom of these two opposite theories, we find in them a common postulate; each will have it that we start fr om the perception of individual objects. The first composes the genus by an enumeration; the second disengages it by an analysis; but it is upon individuals, considered as so many realities given to immediate intuition, that both analysis and enumeration are supposed to bear. This is the postulate. In spite of its apparent obviousness, we must expect to find, and we do indeed find, that experience belies it.
A priori, indeed, we may expect the clear distinction of individual objects to be a luxury of perception, just as the clear representation of general ideas is a refinement of the intellect. The full conception of genera is no doubt proper to human thought; it demands an effort of reflection, by which we expunge fr om a representation the details of time and place. But the reflection on these details - a reflection without which the individuality of objects would escape us - presupposes a fac ulty of noticing diffe rences, and therefore, a memory of images, which is certainly the privilege of man and of the higher animals. It would seem, then, that we start neither from the perception of the individual nor from the conception of the genus, but from an intermediate knowledge, from a confused sense of the strikin8 quality or of resemblance: this sense, equally remote from generality fu lly conceived and from individuality clearly perceived, begets both of them by a process of dissociation. Reflective analysis clarifies it into the general idea; discriminative memory solidifies it into a perception of the individual.
But this will be more clearly evident if we go back to the purely utilitarian origin of our perception of things. That which interests us in a given situation, that which we are likely to grasp in it first, is the side by which it can respond to a tendency or a need. But a need goes straight to the resemblance or quality; it cares little fo r individual differences. To this discernment of the useful we .may surmise that the perception of animals is, in most cases confined. It is grass in 8enerai which attracts the herbivorous animal: the color and the smell of grass, fe lt and experienced as fo rces (we do not go so fa r as to say, thought as qualities or genera), are the sole immediate data of its external perception. On this background of generality or of resemblance the animal's memory may show up contrasts fr om which will issue diffe rentiations; it will then distinguish one countryside fr om another, one field from another field; but this is, we repeat, the superfluity of perception, not a necessary part. It may be urged that we are only throwing the problem fu rther back, that we are merely relegating to the unconscious the process by which similarity is discovered and genera are constituted. But we relegate nothing to the unconscious fo r the very simple reason that it is not, in our opinion, an effort of a psychological nature which here disengages similarity; this similarity acts objectively like a force and provokes reactions that are identical in virtue of the purely physical law which requires that the same general effects should fo llow the same profound causes. Hydrochloric acid always acts in the same way upon carbonate of lime whether in the fo rm of marble or of chalk yet we do not say that the acid perceives in the various species the characteristic fe atures of the genus. Now there is no essential diffe rence between the process by which this acid picks out fr om the salt its base and the act of the plant which invariably extracts fr om the most diverse soils those elements that serve to nourish it. Make one more step; imagine a rudimentary consciousness such as that of an amoeba in a drop of water: it will be sensible of the resemblance, and not of the diffe rence, in the various organic substances which it can assimilate. In short, we can fo llow from the mineral to the plant, from the plant to the simplest conscious beings, fr om the animal to man, the progress of the operation by which things and beings seize fr om their surroundings that which attracts them, that which interests them practically, without needing any effort of abstraction, simply because the rest of their surroundings takes no hold upon them: this similarity of reaction fo llowing actions superficially diffe rent is the germ which the human consciousness develops into general ideas.
Consider, indeed, the purpose and fu nction of our nervous system as far as we can infer them from its structure. We see a great variety of mechanisms of perception, all bound, through the intermediary of the centers, to the same motor apparatus. Sensation is unstable; it can take the most varied shades; the motor mechanism, on the contrary, once set going, will invariably work in the same way. We may then suppose perceptions as diffe rent as possible in their superficial details: if only they are continued by the same motor reactions, if the organism can extract fr om them the same useful effects, if they impress upon the body the same attitude, something common will issue from them, and the general idea will have been fe lt and passively experienced, before being represented. Here then we escape at last fr om the circle in which we at first appeared to be confined. In order to generalize, we said, we have to abstract similarity, but in order to disengage similarity usefully we must already know how to generalize. There really is no circle because the similarity, from which the mind starts when it first begins the work of abstraction, is not the similarity at which the mind arrives when it consciously generalizes. That fr om which it starts is a similarity fe lt and lived, or, if you prefer the expression, a similarity which is automatically acted. That to which it returns is a similarity intelligently perceived, or thought. And it is precisely in the course of this progress that are built up, by the double effort of the understanding and of the memory, the perception of individuals and the conception of genera -memory grafting distinctions upon resemblances which have been spontaneously abstracted, the understanding disengaging fr om the habit of resemblances the clear idea of generality. This idea of generality was, in the beginning, only our consciousness of a likeness of attitude in a diversity of situations; it was habit itself, mounting from the sphere of movement to that of thought. But fr om genera so sketched out mechanically by habit we have passed by an effort of reflection upon this very process, to the general idea of genus; and when that idea has been once constituted, we have constructed (this time voluntarily) an unlimited number of general notions. It is not necessary here to fo llow the intellect into the detail of this construction. It is enough to say that the understanding, imitating the effort of nature, has also set up motor apparatuses, artificial in this case, to make a limited number of them answer to an unlimited number of individual objects: the assemblage of these mechanisms is articulate speech.
Yet these two divergent operations of the mind, the one by which it discerns individuals, the other by which it constructs genera, are far fr om demanding the same effort or progressing with the same rapidity. The first, requiring only the intervention of memory, takes place from the outset of our experience; the second goes on indefinitely without ever reaching its goal. The first emerges in the fo rmation of stable images, which in their turn are stored up in memory; the second comes out in representations that are unstable and evanescent. We must dwell on this last point, fo r we touch here an essential problem of mental life.
The essence of the general idea, in fa ct, is to be unceasingly going backwards and fo rwards between the plane of action and that of pure memory. Let us refer once more to the diagram we traced above. At S is the present perception which I have of my body, that is to say, of a certain sensori-motor equilibrium. Over the surface of the base AB are spread, we may say, my recollections in their totality. Within the cone so determined, the general idea oscillates continually between the summit S and the base AB. In S, it would take the clearly defined fo rm of a bodily attitude or of an uttered word; at AB, it would wear the aspect, no less defined, of the thousand individual images into which its fr agile unity would break up. And that is why a psychology which abides by the already done, which considers only that which is made and ignores that which is in the making, will never perceive in this movement anything more than the two extremities between which it oscillates; it makes the general idea coincide sometimes with the action which manifests it or the word which expresses it and at other times with the multitudinous images, unlimited in number, which are its equivalent in memory. But the truth is that the general idea escapes us as soon as we try to fix it at either of the two extremities. It consists in the double current which goes fr om the one to the other - always ready either to crystallize into uttered words or to evaporate into memories.
Figure 5
This amounts to saying that between the sensori-motor mechanisms figured by the point S and the totality of the memories disposed in AB there is room, as we indicated in the preceding chapter, fo r a thousand repetitions of our psychical life, figured by as many sections A/B' ,A"B", etc., of the same cone. We tend to scatter ourselves over AB in the measure that we detach ourselves from our sensory and motor state to live in the life of dreams; we tend to concentrate ourselves in S in the measure that we attach ourselves more firmly to the present reality, responding by motor reactions to sensory stimulation. In point of fa ct, the normal self never stays in either ofthese extreme positions; it moves between them, adopts in turn the positions corresponding to the intermediate sections, or, in other words, gives to its representations just enough image and just enough idea fo r them to be able to lend useful aid to the present action.From this conception of the lower mental life, the laws of the association of ideas can be deduced. But, before we deal with this point, we must first show the insufficiency of the current theories of association.
That every idea which arises in the mind has a relation of similarity or of contiguity with the previous mental state, we do not dispute; but a statement of the kind neither throws light on the mechanism of association nor, indeed, does it really tell us anything at all. For we should seek in vain fo r two ideas which have not some point of resemblance or which do not touch each other somewhere. To take similarity first: however profound are the diffe rences which separate two images, we shall always find, if we go back high enough, a common genus to which they belong, and, consequently, a resemblance which may serve as a connecting link between them. And, in regard to contiguity, a perception A, as we said before, will not evoke "by contiguity" a fo rmer image B, unless it recalls to us first an image A' , which is like it, because it is the recollection A', and not the perception A, which really touches B in memory. However distant, then, we suppose the terms A and B fr om each other, a relation of contiguity can always be fo und between them, provided that the intercalated term A' bears a sufficiently fa rfetched resemblance to A. This is as much as to say that between any two ideas chosen at random there is always a resemblance, and always, even, contiguity, so that, when we discover a relation of contiguity or of resemblance between two successive ideas, we have in no way explained why the one evokes the other.
What we really need to discover is how a choice is effected among an infinite number of recollections which all resemble in some way the present perception, and why only one of them -this rather than that -emerges into the light of consciousness. But this is just what associationism cannot tell us, because it has made ideas and images into independent entities floating, like the atoms ofEpicurus, in an inward space, drawing near to each other when chance brings them within the sphere of mutual attraction. And if we try to get to the bottom of the doctrine on this point, we find that its error is that it overly intellectualizes ideas: it attributes to them a purely speculative role, believes that they exist fo r themselves and not fo r us, and overlooks the relation which they bear to the activity of the will. If memories move about indiffe rently in a consciousness that is both lifeless and shapeless, there is no reason why the present perception should prefer and attract anyone of them: we can only, in that case, note the conjunction, when once it has taken place, and speak of similarity or of contiguity - which is merely, at bottom, to express in vague terms that our mental states have affinities fo r one another.
But even of this affinity, which takes the double fo rm of contiguity and of similarity, associationism can fu rnish no explanation. The general tendency to associate remains as obscure fo r us, if we adhere to this doctrine, as the particular fo rms of association. Having stiffe ned individual memory-images into ready-made things, given cut-and-dry in the course of our mental life, associationism is reduced to bringing in, between these objects, mysterious attractions, of which it is not even possible to say beforehand, as of physical attraction, by what effects they will manifest themselves. For why should an image which is, by hypothesis, self-sufficient, seek to accrue to itself others either similar or given in contiguity with it? The truth is that this independent image is a late and artificial product of the mind. In fa ct, we perceive the resemblance before we perceive the individuals which resemble each other; and, in an aggregate of contiguous parts, we perceive the whole before the parts. We go on from similarity to similar objects, embroidering upon the similarity, as on their common stuff, or canvas, the variety of individual differences. And we go on also from the whole to the parts, by a process of decomposition the law of which will appear later, a process which consists in breaking up, fo r the greater convenience of practical life, the continuity of the real. Association, then, is not the primary fa ct: dissociation is what we begin with, and the tendency of every memory to gather to itself others must be explained by the natural return of the mind to the undivided unity of perception.
But here we discover the radical vice of associationsim. Given a present perception which fo rms by turns, with diffe rent recollections, several associations one after another, there are two ways, as we said, of conceiving the mechanism of this association. We may suppose that the perception remains identical with itself, a true psychical atom which gathers to itself others just as these happen to be passing by. This is the point of view of associationism. But there is also another - precisely the one which we have indicated in our theory of recognition. We have supposed that our entire personality, with the totality of our recollections, is present, undivided within our actual perception. Then, if this perception evokes in turn different memories, it is not by a mechanical adjunction of more and more numerous elements which, while remaining unmoved, it attracts around it, but rather by an expansion of the entire consciousness which, spreading out over a larger area, discovers the fu ller detail of its wealth. So a nebulous mass, seen through more and more powerful telescopes, resolves itself into an ever greater number of stars. In the first hypothesis (in favor of which there is little but its apparent simplicity and its analogy with a misunderstood physical atomism), each recollection is a fixed and independent being, of which we can neither say why it seeks to accrue to itself others, nor how it chooses, among a thousand memories which should have equal rights, those with which to associate itself in virtue of similarity or contiguity. We must suppose that ideas jostle each other at random, or that they exert among themselves mysterious fo rces, and, moreover, we have against us the witness of consciousness, which never shows us psychical fa cts floating as independent entities. From the second point of view, we merely state a fact, viz., that psychic fa cts are bound up with each other, and are always given together to immediate consciousness as an undivided whole which reflection alone cuts up into distinct fragments. What we have to explain, then, is no longer the cohesion of internal states, but the double movement of contraction and expansion by which consciousness narrows or enlarges the development of its content. But this movement, we shall see, is the result of the fu ndamental needs of life; and we shall also see why the "associations," which we appear to fo rm in the course of this movement, correspond to all the possible degrees of so-called contiguity and resemblance.
Let us, fo r a moment, suppose our psychical life reduced to sensori-motor fu nctions alone. In other words, suppose ourselves placed in Figure 5 on page 162 at point S, which corresponds to the greatest possible simplification of our mental life. In this state every perception spontaneously prolongs itself into appropriate reactions, fo r analogous fo rmer perceptions have set up more or less complex motor apparatus, which only await a recurrence of the same appeal in order to enter into play. Now there is, in this mechanism, an association of simplicity, since the present perception acts in virtue of its likeness to past perceptions; there is also an association of contiguity, since the movements which fo llowed those fo rmer perceptions reproduce themselves and may even bring in their train a vast number of actions coordinate with the first. Here then we seize association of similarity and association of contiguity at their very source, and at a point where they are almost confounded in one - not indeed thought, but acted and lived. They are not contingent fo rms of our psychical life; they represent the two complementary aspects of one and the same fu ndamental tendency, the tendency of every organism to extract from a given situation that in it which is useful, and to store up the eventual reaction in the fo rm of a motor habit, that it may serve other situations of the same kind.
Let us jump now to the other extremity of our mental life, and, fo llowing our line of thought, go from the psychical existence which is merely "acted," to that which is exclusively "dreamed." In other words, let us place ourselves on the base AB of memory in Figure 5 on page 162, where all the events of our past life are set out in their smallest details. A consciousness which, detached from action, should thus keep in view the totality of its past, would have no reason to dwell upon one part of this past rather than upon another. In one sense, all its recollections would differ from its present perception, for, if we take them in the multiplicity of their detail, no two memories are ever precisely the same thing. But, in another sense, any memory may be set alongside the present situation: it would be sufficient to neglect in this perception and in this memory just enough detail for similarity alone to appear. Moreover, the moment that the recollection is linked with the perception, a multitude of events contiguous to the memory are thereby fa stened to the perception - an indefinite multitude, which is only limited at the point at which we choose to stop it. The necessities of life are no longer there to regulate the effect of similarity, and, consequently, of contiguity; as, after all, everything resembles everything else, it follows that anything can be associated with anything. In the first case, the present perception continued itself in determinate movements; now it melts into an infinity of memories, all equally possible. At AB, association would provoke an arbitrary choice, and, in S, an inevitable deed.
But these are only two extreme limits , at which the psychologist must place himself alternately fo r convenience of study, and which are really never reached in practice. There is not, in man at least, a purely sensori-motor state, any more than there is in him an imaginative life without some slight activity beneath it. Our psychicallife, as we have said, oscillates normally between these two extremes. On the one hand, the sensori-motor state S delineates the present direction of memory, being nothing else, in fa ct, than its actual and acting extremity; and, on the other hand, this memory itself, with the totality of our past, is continually pressing fo rward, so as to insert the largest possible part of itself into the present action. From this double effort result, at every moment, an infinite number of possible states of memory, states figured by the sections A'B', A"B" of our diagram. These are, as we have said, so many repetitions of the whole of our past life. But each section is larger or smaller according to its nearness to the base or to the summit; moreover, each of these complete representations ofthe past brings to the light of consciousness only that which can fit into the sensori-motor state and, consequently, that which resembles the present perception from the point of view of the action to be accomplished. In other words, memory, laden with the whole of the past, responds to the appeal of the present state by two simultaneous movements, one of translation, by which it moves in its entirety to meet experience, thus contracting more or less, though without dividing, with a view to action; and the other of rotation upon itself, by which it turns toward the situation of the moment, presenting to it that side of itself which may prove to be the most useful. To these varying degrees of contraction correspond the various fo rms of association by similarity.
Everything happens, then, as though our recollections were repeated an infinite number of times in these many possible reductions of our past life. They take a more common fo rm when memory shrinks most, more personal when it widens out, and they thus enter into an unlimited number of diffe rent "systematizations." A word from a fo reign language, uttered in my hearing, may make me think of that language in general or of a voice which once pronounced it in a certain way. These two associations by similarity are not due to the accidental arrival of two diffe rent representations, which chance brought by turns within the attracting influence of the actual perception. They answer to two different mental dispositions, to two distinct degrees of tension of the memory; in the latter case they are nearer to the pure image, in the fo rmer, they are more disposed toward immediate response, that is to say, to action. To classify these systems, to discover the law which binds them respectively to the diffe rent "tones" of our mental life, to show how each of these tones is itself determined by the needs of the moment and also by the varying degree of our personal effort, would be a difficult task: the whole of this psychology is yet unmapped, and fo r the moment we do not even wish to attempt it. But everyone is clearly aware of the existence of these laws, and of stable relations of this kind. We know, fo r instance, when we read a psychological novel, that certain associations of ideas there depicted fo r us are true, that they may have been lived; others offend us, or fa il to give us an impression of reality, because we fe el in them the effect of a connection, mechanically and artificially brought about, between diffe rent mental levels, as though the author had not taken care to maintain himself on that plane of the mental life which he had chosen. Memory has then its successive and distinct degrees of tension or of vitality: they are certainly not easy to define, but the painter of mental scenery may not with impunity confound them. Pathology, moreover, here confirms - by means, it is true, of coarser examples - a truth of which we are all instinctively aware. In the "systematized amnesias" of hysterical patients, fo r example, the recollections which appear to be abolished are really present, but they are probably all bound up with a certain determined tone ofintellectual vitality in which the subject can no longer place himself.
Just as there are these different planes, infinite in number, fo r association by similarity, so there are with association by contiguity. In the extreme plane, which represents the base of memory, there is no recollection which is not linked by contiguity with the totality of the events which precede and also with those which fo llow it. Ye t at the point in space where our action is concentrated, contiguity brings back, in the fo rm of movement, only the reaction which immediately fo llowed a fo rmer similar perception. As a matter of fa ct, every association by contiguity implies a position of the mind intermediate between the two extreme limits. If, here again, we imagine a number of possible repetitions of the totality of our memories, each of these copies of our past life must be supposed to be cut up, in its own way, into definite parts, and the cutting up is not the same when we pass from one copy to another, each of them being in fact characterized by the particular kind of dominant memories on which the other memories lean as on supporting points. The nearer we come to action, fo r instance, the more contiguity tends to approximate to similarity and to be thus distinguished from a mere relation of chronological succession: thus we cannot say of the words of a fo reign language, when they call each other up in memory, whether they are associated by similarity or by contiguity. On the contrary, the more we detach ourselves fr om action, real or possible, the more association by contiguity tends merely to reproduce the consecutive images of our past life. I t is impossible to enter here into a profound study of these diffe rent systems. But it is sufficient to point out that these systems are not fo rmed of recollections laid side by side like so many atoms. There are always some dominant memories, shining points round which the others fo rm a vague nebulosity. These shining points are multiplied in the degree to which our memory expands. The process of localizing a recollection in the past, fo r instance, cannot at all consist, as has been said, in plunging into the mass of our memories, as into a bag, to draw out memories, closer and closer to each other, between which the memory to be localized may find its place. By what happy chance could we just hit upon on a growing number of intercalary recollections? The work oflocalization consists, in reality, in a growing effort of expansion, by which the memory, always present in its entirety to itself, spreads out its recollections over an ever wider surface and so ends by distinguishing, in what was till then a confused mass, the remembrance which could not find its proper place. Here again, moreover, the pathology of memory is instructive. In retrogressive amnesia, the recollections which disappear from consciousness are probably preserved in remote planes of memory, and the patient can find them there by an exceptional effort like that which is effected in the hypnotic state. But, on the lower planes, these memories await, so to speak, the dominant image to which they may be fa stened. A sharp shock, a violent emotion, fo rms the decisive event to which they cling; if this event, by reason of its sudden character, is cut offfrom the rest of our history, they fo llow it into oblivion. We can understand, then, that the oblivion which fo llows a physical or moral shock should include the events which immediately preceded it - a phenomenon which is very difficult to explain in all other conceptions of memory. Let us remark in passing that if we refuse to attribute some such waiting to recent, and even to relatively distant, recollections, the normal work of memory becomes unintelligible. For every event of which the recollection is now imprinted on the memory, however simple we suppose it to be, has occupied a certain time. The perceptions, which filled the first period of this interval, and now fo rm with the later perceptions an undivided memory, were then really "loose" as long as the decisive part of the event had not occurred and drawn them along. Between the disappearance of a memory with its various preliminary details, and the abolition, in retrogressive amnesia, of a greater or less number of recollections previous to a given event, there is, then, merely a diffe rence of degree, not of kind.From these various considerations on the lower mental life results a certain view of intellectual equilibrium. This equilibrium will be upset only by a perturbation of the elements which serve as its matter. We cannot here go into questions of mental pathology; yet neither can we avoid them entirely, since we are endeavoring to discover the exact relation between body and mind.
We have supposed that the mind travels unceasingly over the interval comprised between its two extreme limits, the plane of action and the plane of dream. Let us suppose that we have to make a decision. Collecting, organizing the totality of its experience in what we call its character, the mind causes it to converge upon actions in which we shall afterwards find, together with the past which is their matter, the unforeseen fo rm which is stamped upon them by personality; but the action is not able to become real unless it succeeds in encasing itself in the actual situation, that is to say, in that particular assemblage of circumstances which is due to the particular position of the body in time and space. Let us suppose that we have to do a piece of intellectual work, to fo rm a conception, to extract a more or less general idea fr om the multiplicity of our recollections. A wide margin is left to fancy, on the one hand, to logical discernment on the other hand; but, if the idea is to live, it must touch present reality on some side; that is to say, it must be able, from step to step, and by progressive diminutions or contractions of itself, to be more or less acted by the body at the same time as it is thought by the mind. Our body, with the sensations which it receives on the one hand and the movements which it is capable of executing on the other hand, is then, that which fixes our mind, and gives it ballast and poise. The activity of the mind goes fa r beyond the mass of accumulated memories, as this mass of memories itself is infinitely more than the sensations and movements of the present hour; but these sensations and these movements condition what we may term our attention to life , and that is why everything depends on their cohesion in the normal work of the mind, as in a pyramid which should stand upon its apex.
If, moreover, we cast a glance at the minute structure of the nervous system as recent discoveries have revealed it to us, we see everywhere conducting lines, nowhere any centers. Threads placed end to end, of which the extremities probably touch when the current passes: this is all that is seen. And perhaps this is all there is, if it is true that the body is only a place of meeting and transfer, where stimulations received result in movements accomplished, as we have supposed it to be throughout this work. But these threads, which receive disturbances or stimulations fr om the external world and return them to it in the fo rm of appropriate reactions, these threads so beautifully stretched from the periphery to the periphery, are just what ensure by the solidity of these connections and the precision of their interweaving the sensori-motor equilibrium of the body, that is to say, its adaptation to the present circumstances. Relax this tension or destroy this equilibrium: everything happens as if attention detached itself from life. Dreams and insanity appear to be little else than this.
We were speaking just now of the recent hypothesis which attributes sleep to an interruption ofthe solidarity among the neurons. Even if we do not accept this hypothesis (which is, however, confirmed by some curious experiments), we must suppose, in deep sleep, at least a fu nctional break in the relation established in the nervous system between stimulation and motor reaction. So dreams would always be the state of a mind of which the attention was not fixed by the sensori-motor equilibrium of the body. And it appears more and more probable that this relaxing of tension in the nervous system is due to the poisoning of its elements by products of their normal activity accumulated in the waking state. Now, in every way, dreams imitate insanity. Not only are all the psychological symptoms of madness fo und in dreams - to such a degree that the comparison of the two states has become a commonplace - but insanity appears also to have its origin in an exhaustion of the brain, which is caused, like normal fa tigue, by the accumulation of certain specific poisons in the elements of the nervous system.4 We know that insanity is often a sequel to infectious diseases, and that, moreover, it is possible to reproduce experimentally, by toxic drugs, all the phenomena of madness. 5 Is it not likely, therefore, that the loss of mental equilibrium in the insane is simply the result of a disturbance of the sensori-motor relations established in the organism? This disturbance may be enough to create a sort of psychic vertigo and so cause memory and attention to lose contact with reality. If we read the descriptions given by some mad patients of the beginning of their malady, we find that they often fe el a sensation of strangeness, or, as they say, of "unreality," as if the things they perceived had fo r them lost solidity and relief.6 If our analyses are correct, the concrete feeling that we have of present reality consists, in fac t, of our consciousness of the actual movements whereby our organism is naturally responding to stimulation; so that where the connecting links between sensations and movements are slackened or tangled, the sense of the real grows weaker, or disappears.7
There are here, moreover, many distinctions to be made, not only between the various fo rms ofinsanity, but also between properly so-called insanity and that division of the personality which recent psychology has so ingeniously compared with it.8 In these diseases of personality, it seems that groups of recollections detach themselves fr om the central memory and fo rego their solidarity with the others. But, then, it seldom occurs that the patient does not also display accompanying scissions of sensibility and of motor activity.9 We cannot help seeing in these latter phenomena the real material substratum of the fo rmer. If it be true that our intellectuallife rests, as a whole, upon its apex, that is to say, upon the sensori-motor fu nctions by which it inserts itself into present reality, intellectual equilibrium will be diffe rently affected as these fu nctions are damaged in one manner or in another. Now, besides the lesions which affect the general vitality of the sensori-motor fu nctions, weakening or destroying what we have called the sense of reality, there are others which reveal themselves in a mechanical, not a dynamical, diminution of these fu nctions, as if certain sensori-motor connections merely parted company with the rest. If we are right in our hypothesis, memory is very differently affected in the two cases. In the first, no recollection is taken away, but all recollections are less ballasted, less solidly directed toward the real; from this a true disturbance of the mental equilibrium arises. In the second, the equilibrium is not destroyed, but it loses something of its complexity. Recollections retain their normal aspect, but fo rego a part of their solidarity, because their sensori-motor base, instead of being, so to speak, chemically changed, is mechanically diminished. But neither in the one case nor in the other are memories directly attacked or damaged.
The idea that the body preserves memories in the mechanical fo rm of cerebral deposits, that the loss or decrease of memory consists in their more or less complete destruction, whereas the heightening of memory and hallucination consists in an excess of their activity, is not, then, borne out either by reasoning or by fa cts. The truth is that there is one case, and one only, in which observation would seem at first to suggest this view: we mean aphasia, or, more generally, the disturbance of auditory or visual recognition. This is the only case in which the constant seat of the disorder is in a determined convolution of the brain; yet it is also precisely the case in which we do not find a mechanical, immediate and final destruction of certain definite recollections, but rather the gradual and fu nctional weakening of the whole of the affected memory. And we have explained how the cerebral lesion may effect this weakening, without the necessity of supposing any sort of provision of memories stored in the brain. What the injury really attacks are the sensory and motor regions corresponding to this class of perception, and especially those adjuncts through which they may be set in motion from within, so that memory, finding nothing to catch hold of, ends by becoming practically powerless: now, in psychology, powerlessness means unconsciousness. In all other cases, the lesion observed or supposed, never definitely localized, acts by the disturbance which it causes to the whole of the sensori-motor connections, either by damaging or by breaking up this mass: whence results a breach or a simplifying of the intellectual equilibrium, and, by ricochet, the disorder or the disjunction of memory. The doctrine which makes of memory an immediate function of the brain - a doctrine which raises insoluble theoretical difficulties - a doctrine the complexity of which defies all imagination, and the results of which are incompatible with the data of introspection - cannot even count upon the support of cerebral pathology. All the fa cts and all the analogies are in favor of a theory which regards the brain as only an intermediary between sensation and movement, which sees in this aggregate of sensations and movements the pointed end of mental life - a point ever pressed fo rward into the tissue of events, and, attributing thus to the body the sole fu nction of directing memory toward the real and of binding it to the present, considers memory itself as absolutely independent of matter. In this sense, the brain contributes to the recall of the useful recollection, but still more to the provisional banishment of all the others. We cannot see how memory could settle within matter; but we do clearly understand how - according to the profound saying of a contemporary philosopher - materiality begets oblivion. 10 |
4,388,200 | Speedracer | pop | Speedracer you’re a hell of a child
You never slow down for nobody
Never hanging around
You've got a silver stained neck
And wear the sun for a smile
Always Silence when you speak
Oh you were built for a crowd
Speedracer you’re a hell of a child
You never slow down for nobody
Never hanging around
You've got a silver stained neck
And wear the sun for a smile
Tatted on the rib
Oh yea I know what you’re 'bout
Hit the corner we lean to the left
Hit the corner we slide to right
You only stimulate
No you don’t sympathize
Damn you done took my breath
And locked up on my eyes
I’m in a different state
Might just be hypnotized
Tell me tell me lately
Have you been about your cash flow?
Imma drop my number
Only if you’ll call me back though
Sliding in the passenger
Momma said you're a rascal
Pedal to the metal two-hundred up on the dash OH!
Speedracer you’re a hell of a child
You never slow down for nobody
Never hanging around
You've got a silver stained neck
And wear the sun for a smile
Always Silence when you speak
Oh you were built for a crowd
Speedracer you’re a hell of a child
You never slow down for nobody
Never hanging around
You've got a silver stained neck
And wear the sun for a smile
Tatted on the rib
Oh yea I know what you’re 'bout
Type of shit thats gon' make u press on that replay
Get drunk if I want to cause' baby its my b-day (hey!)
Blast off like Jimmy N. and Neil A
Pigs huntin' me down soon as baby touch the freeway
That gas under my right foot
Catch a right hook
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout I'm doing just what I should
You only mad 'cause you can't do the shit that I could
They just hit my line cuz I’m pretty and I write good
But your boy like magic, 32
I'm from Miami
Y tu?
Tryna brag 'bout the shit you did
Thats just the standard we do
I toast the brunch with seafood
I coast from France to Peru
I push my CBR
No wonder why they all mad at me bloo
But still I hang up
I'm like Da Vinci I'm a painter
See too much thinking switch your frame up
And too much drinking switch your brain up
Dont get mistaken lil nigga you should stay up in ya lane cuz
Speedracer you’re a hell of a child
You never slow down for nobody
Never hanging around
You've got a silver stained neck
And wear the sun for a smile
Always Silence when you speak
Oh you were built for a crowd
Speedracer you’re a hell of a child
You never slow down for nobody
Never hanging around
You've got a silver stained neck
And wear the sun for a smile
Tatted on the rib
Oh yea I know what you’re 'bout |
4,388,209 | ҂⌣̀_⌣́ SHABU track 1 | rap | Two twin Glocks in the spot right now
Made that bitch into a thot right now
Made that girl into a thot right now
She might go around but I know her now
[?] kangaroo pouch
I ain't doing shit I'm just sitting on the couch
Smoking trash green I'mma call you niggas grouch
But I'm moving [?] she want [?]
Twin turbos two Glocks do you need some shade
I ain't doing shit but my bills paid
Every drug around me man made
Hit you with the Glock you need some first-aid
Glock clip first cause a nigga serving fades
Life Alert 10 cars is a decade
I ain't doing shit but my bills paid
She come around she the new maid
Don’t mothafuckin do it- |
4,388,211 | Jumanji | rap | [Intro]
A game for those who seek to find
A way to leave the world behind
Snake eyes
What a great life
I ain't got no time
[Verse 1 - Eric Armitage]
I’m afraid of being forgotten
My biggest fear is that my legacy
Ends up buried with me in my coffin
Sucked into this game
I’m tryna find an escape
How long can I wait
Somebody roll a 5 or an 8
And I hope I’m never classified as a regular guy
As long as I go out as me, I’ll be at rest when I die
I’m scared of death because I
Might not reach heaven up high
So if I don’t, just know that life has been onе hell of a ride
Feel the lonеliness
Never learned the proper way to cope with it
I took a pen and poked at it
That rendered me emotionless
Sailin’ on my sinking ship
Bought a house that’s built of brick
26 years without a wife and kids to fill it with
Finish what you started
And I’ve never been prepared to lose
Walk inside my pair of shoes
A pair of Alan Parrish shoes
Sarah’s move? Sarah who? Sarah Whittle? Sarah moved
Only Sarah within 50 miles of me’s Syracuse
Scared of feelin’ stuck, scared of shitty luck
Scared of givin’ up and and bein’ the guy who didn’t give enough
Scared of livin’ tough, busy, just, always in a rush
Scared of showin’ off what I’ve got and havin’ to tell my friends “it isn’t much, but...”
I’m Robin Williams with the ink
I’m afraid of what they’ve thought
I’m afraid of what they’ll think
With a tight fist wrapped around this pair of dice
And your approval’s got me walkin’ into paradise
[Hook - Eric Armitage]
That’s Jumanji
(Where’d it go? Over there! No, it’s over here!)
My fears creepin’ all up on me
(And this might be the last that you see of me)
It’s a stampede, oh no, that’s Jumanji
(They’re all over the place, I’m tryna be something great, whatever it takes!)
My demons followin’ behind me
(I’m runnin’ and runnin’ and runnin’ away, but I might trip)
It’s a jungle out there, I be whisperin’ Jumanji
[Verse 2 - White Noyes]
I’m an Anglo-Saxon, I want to be relaxin'
Cut up all that grass into itty-bitty fractions
I just bought a Caravan, better get it waxed and
Plus it’s Monday, which is garbage night - fuck ya’ll trash bins
That’s not the life for me, not ever since the wife and me
Split up like we slicing ki’s, better roll the dice and see
None of you have the decency to respect the fight in me
Most of all my former friends are not really liking me
Bite your tongue - then it bleeds
Might get stung - bumblebees
Medicated - lung disease
Questioned faith - un-believe
Alcoholic - jungle trees
Broke and lonely - tumbleweeds
Circumstances - under these
If you're scared - come to me
Afraid to lose something in life?
Look at me, bitch, I got two
Think you want to step to them?
Two front teeth, they’ll get knocked loose
Random lead flew at their head?
It’d be me that they shot through
Books I read put them to bed
7 billion - they’re top 2
[Hook - Eric Armitage]
Jumanji
(Where’d it go? Over there! No, it’s over here!)
My fears creepin’ all up on me
(And this might be the last that you see of me)
It’s a stampede, oh no, that’s Jumanji
(They’re all over the place, I’m tryna be something great, whatever it takes!)
My demons followin’ behind me
(I’m runnin’ and runnin’ and runnin’ away, but I might trip)
It’s a jungle out there, I be whisperin’ Jumanji |
4,388,212 | Eggos | rap | [Intro]
All these niggas got egos I swear they need to stop it
My bitch is not a [?]
I hop in a Honda and drop it
Bad bitch so fly swear she’s [?]
Suburb nigga but you catch me in the projects
Eera
Eera
Eera
Eera
Eera
[Chorus]
All these niggas got egos I swear they need to stop it
My bitch is not a [?]
I hop in a Honda and drop it
Bad bitch so fly swear she’s [?]
Suburb nigga but you catch me in the projects
All these niggas got egos I swear they need to stop it
My bitch is not a [?]
I hop in a Honda and drop it
Bad bitch so fly swear she’s [?]
Suburb nigga but you catch me in the projects
[Verse]
Who know you? I know you
Please get drunk tell me the truth
Pleasе get high I won't lie to you
Ima say bye Ima fly on you
Ain't nobody know what I do sеlling blocks avenue
Paper from the books but them shits overdue
Rolling up [?]
When them boys pulled up all them niggas knew
I don’t have a clue
I don’t have a
I don’t have a clue
I don’t have a
I don’t have a clue
I don’t have a
I don’t have a clue
I don’t
I don’t
I don’t
[Chorus]
All these niggas got egos I swear they need to stop it
My bitch is not a [?]
I hop in a Honda and drop it
Bad bitch so fly swear she’s [?]
Suburb nigga but you catch me in the projects
All these niggas got egos I swear they need to stop it
My bitch is not a [?]
I hop in a Honda and drop it
Bad bitch so fly swear she’s [?]
Suburb nigga but you catch me in the projects |
4,388,213 | ҂⌣̀_⌣́ SHABU track 5 | rap | [Chorus]
Why do you hate me?
I treated you greatly
You think you the shit
[?]
I bet them shits soft
Don’t piss me off
Pull up in a silver whip [?] silver boss
Green beam on your whole team its like dipping dots
[Verse]
Fresh pack just came in off the dock
She told me that I'm not your [?]
Real country nigga i'mma serve that nigga moss
Talking about his gas nigga you just took a loss
All new fit but a dirty wife beater
I don't need her she a eater, im a greeter
Nigga gamesharks but I'm not a cheater
Run around im that guy like im peter
Hydro in that L cuz it makes it taste sweeter
I'm [?] my eyеs you can call me a tweeter
But I'm not a tweakеr
Call him killometer
My bitch-
[?]
ACOG scope so I see you from afar
Don’t feel sorry cuz hes popping fake bars
Driving lowered cars
You can see the sparks
And I’m static
Niggas out her baggin
But im in my baggage
I ain't even pack it
Tint to dark so the feds be harassing
[Chorus]
Why do you hate me?
I treated you greatly
You think you the shit
[?]
I bet them shits soft
Don’t piss me off
Pull up in a silver whip [?] silver boss
Green beam on your whole team its like dipping dots |
4,388,214 | Sweet Lord | rock | Break the silence, stop the violence
In your head, you shame
Fix the mess, dare to mate
Pleasure is infectuous
Ill or bad way
Filth, blood and thieves
We can't live in peace
And low, and stay down
We reached the meltdown
My sweet Lord
I love my God
Help me Lord
Forsake me now
Want, closing in
It's all burning now
Ashes to ashes, we all go down
There's only one way
That's downhill and hard to take
My sweet Lord will go down fast
And I can't wait, and I can't wait
My sweet Lord
I love my God
Help me Lord
Forsakе me now
Try to forgive
Try to forget
Nothing еver comes easy (x2)
We are united and frightened and got no relight
Hear the silence
Don't you hear the silence
Break the silence
Stop the violence
My sweet Lord
I love my God
Help me Lord
Forsake me now (Forsake me now)
My sweet Lord
I love my God (I love my God)
Help me Lord
Forsake me now (Forsake me now)
Do not forsake me now |
4,388,215 | Cant Feel My Face | pop | [Verse 1]
And I know it’s probably just asleep
But man, my arm is numb
And I normally talk so smoothly
But now I’m sounding dumb
But at least I won’t need botox now, cuz half my face looks young
This I know, thibts I thoogh (slurred speech)
[Pre-Chorus 1]
I’m thinking, "Don’t worry about it"
I’m thinking, "It’s probably just stress"
We both know I ain’t got insurance
I could just go bankrupt from one MRI test
[Chorus 1]
I can’t feel my face, my tongue won’t move
Am I stroking? Am I stroking?? Oh!
I can’t move my arm, man, am I screwed?
Guess I’m stroking, guess I’m stroking
[Verse 2]
And I know I need neurology
At least some kinda scan?
And I know each second matters
Cuz each second I lose brain
All the "word salad" I’m spittin’ now makes this hard to explain
This I know (this I know), "FISH...AFRO" (Wait, WHAT??)
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I’m wishing you’d hurry about it
Lift my arm up and it drifts down
We both know I can’t talk about it
So it’s up to you, girl, to call 9-1-1, OOH!
[Chorus 2]
I can’t feel my face, why does it droop?
Cuz I’m stroking, cuz I’m stroking, OOH!
I can’t move my arm, or I’d slap you! (I can't move my arm)
Can’t ya see I’m stroking? (Stroking)
Ain’t no joking (He can't feel his face)
I can’t feel my face, my tongue won't move (What should we do?)
(Is he stroking?) Am I stroking?
(Is he stroking?) YES I'M STROKING!! Oh! (He can't move his arm)
I can’t move my arm, man, am I screwed? (What should we do?)
(Is he stroking?) YES I'M STROKING!
(Is he stroking?) I SAID I'M STROKING! Oh!
[Pre-Chorus 3]
(F)acial droop, (A)rm weakness, (S)peech slurry
Recognize these signs could mean stroke
Though this song is trying to be funny
Saving brain cells isn’t a joke... OOH!
[Chorus 3]
I can’t feel my face, why does it droop? (I can't feel my face)
Cuz I’m stroking (Cuz I’m stroking)
Cuz I’m stroking (Oh I'm stroking now) OOH!
I can’t move my arm, or I’d slap you! (I can't move my arm)
Can’t ya see I’m stroking? (YES I'M STROKING)
Ain’t no joking (HELP ME I'M STROKING, GIRL) (He can't feel his face)
I can’t feel my face, my tongue won't move (What should we do?)
(Is he stroking?) I'm stroking, girl!
(Is he stroking?) CAN'T YOU SEE I'M STROKING! Oh! (He can't move his arm)
I can’t move my arm, man, am I screwed? (What should we do?)
(Is he stroking?) I'M STROKING!
(Is he stroking?) CALL 9-1-1 RIGHT NOW
Oh!
[Outro - On-screen text, ZDoggMD monologue]
F- Face Drooping
A- Arm Weakness
S- Speech Difficulty
T- Time To Call 911
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[Credits]
Ladies In Da Club:
Daisyrose Lopez RN
Rowena Tongol RN
Rose Bonilla RN
Stephanie Lapid RN
Kim Peterson, RT
EMS Crew:
Tyler Chairsell
Carlos Morales Contreras
Pericles Cordova
Timothy Gundersen
Robert Macias
William Wilson
Brandie Green
Film Crew:
Jenny Egidio (Makeup)
Logan Stewart (Cinematography)
Tom Hinueber (Director)
Chanston Bender
Ethan O’Donnell |
4,388,216 | Lucky Charm | pop | [Intro]
Mmm, yeah
[Chorus]
This one goes out to all my dreamers (Looking at you)
All my magicians and believers (You can do it too)
Tonight I'm shooting for the stars
I'm glowing in the dark
Feel it in my heart
Just like this candy on my arm
Yeah I'm a lucky charm
[Verse 1]
Seeing rainbows (Everywhere I go)
Shiny like a pot of gold
Fortune got me feeling bold, yeah
I got a vision (I got a vision)
And I'm committed (And I'm committed)
Very ambitious, ain't quitting no
[Pre-Chorus]
They love to tell me that I'm foolish (You'll never make it)
Going on and on and making me feel stupid (It's time to face it)
But I just cancel out the noise and play my music
Got my haters muted
It gets 'em heated how I always keep my cool, yeah
[Chorus]
This one goes out to all my dreamers (Looking at you)
All my magicians and believers (You can do it too)
Tonight I'm shooting for the stars
I'm glowing in the dark
Feel it in my heart
Just like this candy on my arm
Yeah I'm a lucky charm
[Verse 2]
Four-leaf clovers
Think about it over and over
Had chips on my shoulder
But I kept my composure, yeah
Now I work harder (I work harder)
And I think smarter (I'm thinking smarter)
I'm getting farther and farther now
[Pre-Chorus]
They love to tell me that I'm foolish (You'll never make it)
Going on and on and making me feel stupid (It's time to face it)
But I just cancel out the noise and play my music
Got my haters muted
They never learn, think they could use some extra schooling, yeah
[Chorus]
This one goes out to all my dreamers (Looking at you)
All my magicians and believers (You can do it too)
Tonight I'm shooting for the stars
I'm glowing in the dark
Feel it in my heart
Just like this candy on my arm
Yeah I'm a lucky charm
[Post-Chorus]
La la la la la la la
Guess I'm a lucky charm
La la la la la la la
Just like this candy wrapped around my arm, yeah
Mmm
[Bridge]
This one's for the ones who've been told they ain't enough
The ones who keep on roughing when the going gets tough
We glitter and we gleam and, baby we're supreme and
Yeah we a different breed we gon' create our own luck
[Chorus]
This one goes out to all my dreamers (Looking at you)
All my magicians and believers (You can do it too)
Tonight I'm shooting for the stars
I'm glowing in the dark
Feel it in my heart
Just like this candy on my arm
Yeah I'm a lucky charm
[Outro]
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Lucky like my cereal, yeah |
4,388,217 | Hollaback Girl Hollatronix Remix by Diplo | pop | [Intro]
Girl, girl, girl...
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
[Verse 1]
I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that
Getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down
Getting everybody fired up
[Chorus]
A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no Hollaback Girl
I ain't no Hollaback Girl
I ain't no Hollaback Girl
Girl, girl, girl
[Bridge: Gwen Stefani]
Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Again, the shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
[Chorus]
A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no Hollaback Girl
I ain't no Hollaback Girl
A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no Hollaback Girl
I ain't no Hollaback Girl
[Refrain]
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
[Outro]
This my shit, this my shit
I ain't no Hollaback Girl
Diplo |
4,388,219 | Youth Sex | pop | Love
Seems to leave you begging for me at the sea
Cast your own
Line into a wave of reciprocity
There's no time
Time at all
For your line
To pull up something that you wouldn't want to see
Using sex as a weapon
Youth and sex is a weapon
Live in the space
Forget what you knew
Until then don't call me
Give into shame
For something to do
It's only a matter of time
Live in the space
Forget what you knew
Until then don't call me
Give into shame
For something to do
It's only a mattеr of time
Using sex as a weapon
Youth and sеx is a weapon |
4,388,220 | No Home | pop | What do you do
When you're home alone ? (I don't know)
Are you sleeping in the couch ? (maybe)
Or talking on the phone ?
Can I come stand at your door ? (No)
And we can watch a show (oh!)
I'd stay out of your hair but
I'd feel like I've got no home
What will I do
When I'm home alone
I'll try sleeping in the couch
Or call you on the phone
Can you come stand at my door ? (Okay)
And maybe we can watch a show (I like that)
I'd do it by myself but
Without you it's like no home
No home
No home
No home
Without you it's like no home |
4,388,221 | Sugar | pop | I'm feeling weak and my hands are shaking
And honestly, I don't know what to do
'cause I need a fix before I'm breaking
So gimme gimme one more taste of you (so gimme that sugar)
Oh baby won't you give me something
Gotta get a bit of loving, I know you know I know
Baby gotta stop your playing
You know you can be amazing
Don't keep me waiting, don't you know
And you know I can't resist you
I'm loving everything about you baby, everything we do
Every minute girl I miss you
I'm loving everything about you, don't you know?
You're sweet as sugar, sugar, sugar
You're sweet as sugar, sugar sugar
I'm feeling weak and my hands are shaking
And honestly, I don't know what to do
'cause I need a fix before I'm breaking
So gimme gimme one more taste of you (so gimme that sugar)
Oh baby won't you give me something
Gotta get a bit of loving, I know you know I know
Baby gotta stop your playing
You know you can be amazing
Don't keep me waiting, don't you know
And you know I can't resist you
I'm loving everything about you baby, everything we do
Every minute girl I miss you
I'm loving everything about you, don't you know?
You're sweet as sugar, sugar, sugar
You're sweet as sugar, sugar sugar
Girl let me hold you, you're the only one
I don't wanna lose you, I don't think we're done
I gotta tell you everything I feel
'cause we could be the real thing
And you know I can't resist you
I'm loving everything about you baby, everything we do
Every minute girl I miss you
I'm loving everything about you, don't you know?
You're sweet as sugar, sugar, sugar
You're sweet as sugar, sugar sugar
Sweet as sugar |
4,388,224 | Coldest | rap | Yeh
Woah
Yeh
Woah
They say I'm the coldest motherfucker in the room
Money I'ma bring it down my tomb
If we cannot talky, hit the zoom
I just wanna bag and a coupe (A bag and a coupe)
I just wanna gang with the dudes (Phwwwhht)
If I hit the top then I'ma zuuuh
I can't really tell 'em what I do
Had to give it up I had to fool
Talk it
Walk it
Money
Pocket
Now I see the city, I'ma lock it
Gotta put the money in my pocket (Zuuhh)
Talk it
Walk it
Want it
Got it
If they comin' out my way I gotta duck it
Gotta keep my head inside the bucket
Two Six Oh Four with the gang
Two pics or more for the Gram
Got too sticky on the flow we ain't same
Why they talkin' 'bout this shit, man they ain't understand (Yeah why tho?)
Uh, Nake role with the duos
Iced down with the coat in the stu' oh (In the stu')
Bargain up a deal (Ah deal)
Yuh, schmoke on that wheel (Skrr)
Livin' like this, testy (Testy)
Feels like everyone around wanna test me
Wanna break free but they ain't let me (Let me)
First they goin' ghost, then they bless me
Livin' like this, testy (Testy)
Feels like everyone around wanna test me
Wanna break free but they ain't let me (Let me)
First they goin' ghost, then they bless me
They say I'm the coldest motherfucker in the room
Money I'ma bring it down my tomb
If we cannot talky, hit the zoom
I just wanna bag and a coupe (A bag and a coupe)
I just wanna gang with the dudes (Phwwwhht)
If I hit the top then I'ma zuuuh
I can't really tell 'em what I do
Had to give it up I had to fool
Talk it
Walk it
Money
Pocket
Now I see the city, I'ma lock it
Gotta put the money in my pocket (Zuuhh)
Talk it
Walk it
Want it
Got it
If they comin' out my way I gotta duck it
Gotta keep my head inside the bucket
Oh
Yeah I woke up flyer today
And I'm spittin' fire for days
There ain't nothing science in this, nah
Got blood in my eyes and yeh uh
I cannot wait
They told me to stop but ain't no science in this
I don't give a fuck, yuh
What can they do?
Huh? (Phwwwhht)
How can I lose? (Yeh how?)
Yeh, uh (Yeah)
Had to go and get it done
I just went and I gone did it (I gone did it)
Had to do it for the whole team (Whole team)
Had to do it for the browskies
Livin' like this, testy (Testy)
Feels like everyone around wanna test me
Wanna break free but they ain't let me (Let me)
First they goin' ghost, then they bless me
Livin' like this, testy (Testy)
Feels like everyone around wanna test me
Wanna break free but they ain't let me (Let me)
First they goin' ghost, then they bless me
They say I'm the coldest motherfucker in the room
Money I'ma bring it down my tomb
If we cannot talky, hit the zoom
I just wanna bag and a coupe (A bag and a coupe)
I just wanna gang with the dudes (Phwwwhht)
If I hit the top then I'ma zuuuh
I can't really tell 'em what I do
Had to give it up I had to
Talk it
Walk it
Money
Pocket
Talk it
Walk it
Want it
Got it
Yeh
Woah
Yeh
Woah |
4,388,225 | Built By Design | pop | I had a blank eye
That you would know me
And I can't decide
How you would show me
How you can show me
It's not a lie
How to control me
Now you control me
Built by design
Now you own me
You had to decline
An offer to hold me
That was built on a lie
Something you told me
But I can't define
Over and only
So you gave me the line
That you were lonely
You were just lonely |
4,388,227 | The Mercenary | rap | [Pre-Chorus]
So I’m back in the Bay
It seems like you rappers forgot how we do it
I’m keeping a smile on my face
Cuz I know what is next and I’m here just to prove it
I see you fell off of your game
My language is lyrics I know that I’m fluent
I told em that we ain’t the same
Cuz you sound the same as the others I don’t see improvement
[Hook]
I am The Merc
Cuz I get paid for hits
I’m made for this
And ya’ll be like paper thin
I made the slits
I’m checking you off list
You’re targeted
And don’t try to stop my fist
I pop my kicks
To take out the opposite
I hop the fence
The vibe is too ominous
On top of this
I’m staying anonymous
To lock it in I promise
[Verse 1]
You’re right when you said that I’m different I know it
I’m more intensive
Like a menace beheaded and sent it to me like a package of sevrance
Like Perseus no mercy bitch my kills are perfectly perfected how bout yours
I was never slumming with the poor
Tesla speeding faster than a porsche
Count a couple rings but I need more
Fill my wishlist with Dior
Bad bitch wrapped around my core
Sorry gotta clean up all these corpses
I guess these rappers weren’t all that important
I told you that I own the Bay if you said that you wanting the smoke you can just pull up I’m right here
I’m not sad in SF anymore I’m happy that I can just drown you in my fear
[Hook]
I am The Merc
Cuz I get paid for hits
I’m made for this
And ya’ll be like paper thin
I made the slits
I’m checking you off list
You’re targeted
And don’t try to stop my fist
I pop my kicks
To take out the opposite
I hop the fence
The vibe is too ominous
On top of this
I’m staying anonymous
To lock it in I promise
[Verse 2]
Left me out for the last time
But it’s fine though
Walking outside feels like I’m on a tightrope
Still want me to chill
But she’s sniffing white lines bro
Parasite is sneaking up and its hands around my throat
Inner demon spilling out I can’t breathe I might choke
Give into yourself cuz you can’t win and I know
Blood dripping like a river coming outta my nose
Slipping into darkness any moment might go
Insomnia’s keeping me up and I feel like I’m losing my mind they all left me behind
So the Merc is what you created and you keep on making up all of the things that I hated
But I can’t be duplicated I’m just too amazing so you must accept your creation
So I am the mercenary from the cemeteries and I’m here to collect the next payment
[Hook]
I am The Merc
Cuz I get paid for hits
I’m made for this
And ya’ll be like paper thin
I made the slits
I’m checking you off list
You’re targeted
And don’t try to stop my fist
I pop my kicks
To take out the opposite
I hop the fence
The vibe is too ominous
On top of this
I’m staying anonymous
To lock it in I promise
[Verse 3]
I’m coming I’m coming, don’t forget it
In the shadows a phantom a menace
If I say it then trust me I meant it
I know I don’t need no meds to be popping shit
The problem is I really, like to feel the pain cuz it just makes me, stronger than I was just yesterday
This is who I am no saving face
I just let the monster out the cage
You’ll regret this when I’m popping off the chain
The merc is loose just get out of his way
I’m the beast that’s hidden in the maze
Feel like Travis I got all the rage
You can’t stop me I can’t be contained
My time ain’t over hold the black parade
My time ain’t over hold the black parade
[Hook]
I am The Merc
Cuz I get paid for hits
I’m made for this
And ya’ll be like paper thin
I made the slits
I’m checking you off list
You’re targeted
And don’t try to stop my fist
I pop my kicks
To take out the opposite
I hop the fence
The vibe is too ominous
On top of this
I’m staying anonymous
To lock it in I promise |
4,388,228 | By My Side VANES Remix | misc | I’ll walk
through darkness
to keep all,
all your troubles in line
in line
and I’ll fall
into fire
just to
keep you here by my side,
by my side
And I’ll be your one
your hero
your hero
Right there where you are
your hero
your hero
I’ll walk
through darkness
to keep all,
all your troubles in line
in line
and I’ll fall
into fire
just to
keep you here by my side,
by my side
And I’ll be your one
your hero
your hero
Right there where you are
your hero
your hero |
4,388,230 | Rap Shit And School | rap | Rock with Westy G
With the rap shit and school niggas ask how I balance it
Blunt in my mouth and you know I ain't passing it
Look like an average kid but the most talented
Say that she love me I told her "stop capping bitch"
If the bitch ain't giving head why the fuck we speaking? (Why?)
Know that these hoes switch up like seasons
Say that she love me I told her "stop tweaking"
THC what a young nigga breathing
Might just steal a nigga bitch (at all ah-hah)
Told my momma pray for me
God & I are not on speaking terms (huh)
That bitch from the hood she pretty
So I had to fuck her right in the burbs
That's yo main boo but she lemme hit it first
My bitch black and white yeah she real reversed, (real reversed)
Real hustler I was trapping right church
If the cops pull over put the strap In her skirt and skrt
I had certain doubts but now I see the paper trail & I'm en route (en route)
She snorting the coco, yeah she got white on her snout (on her snout)
Lil nigga a rat, lil nigga is a mouse
Brought his bitch to club so I fucked on his spouse (fuck on yo spouse)
After I nut gotta kick the bitch out
Call Westy scissorhands, (westy G)
Cos everything he touch gets chopped
And If the bitch ain't giving head then you know lil hoe gon get blocked
We going up can't stop
Told the bitch gimme t-t-top (ayy yeah!)
???
Don't worry I'ma hop back in it, (I'ma hop back)
I just had to sip on something
Ayy, listen
Fuck all the modesty, honestly I don't see nobody topping me I do it with ease
Hater get off of me please
Lil bitch just offered me head I told her get right on yo knees & get right to sucking
Please just goggle
Damn my side hoe really look like a model
Yo bitch let me hit buy her a bottle
She cheap
Riding on yo block in a 4x4 Jeep
Gas so loud man yo shit too weak
If I tell her come get this D like TLC man you know she gon creep, (ah-hah ah-hah)
My future looking bright yours looking bleak
We tryna run up a milli like meek sheesh
Sheesh (like meek)
Sheesh (like meek)
Since I was a youngin I knew I was gifted
Westy was cooking I told him let's kick it
He sent me a beat the same night and I killed it
I gotta dream and I'm tryna fulfill it
(Yeah yeah)
With the rap shit and school niggas ask how I balance it
Blunt in my mouth and you know I ain't passing it
Look like an average kid but the most talented
Say that she love me I told her "stop capping bitch"
If the bitch ain't giving head why the fuck we speaking? (Why?)
Know that these hoes switch up like seasons
Say that she love me I told her "stop tweaking"
THC what a young nigga breathing
Might just steal a nigga bitch (at all ah-hah)
With the rap shit and school niggas ask how I balance it
Blunt in my mouth and you know I ain't passing it
Look like an average kid but the most talented
Say that she love me I told her "stop capping bitch"
If the bitch ain't giving head why the fuck we speaking? (Why?)
Know that these hoes switch up like seasons
Say that she love me I told her "stop tweaking"
THC what a young nigga breathing
Might just steal a nigga bitch (at all ah-hah)
Leave us with your hun and the bitch gon fold
Thought it was winter my flow so cold
Light a blunt the room smell like mould
Matching fits with my bitch and I call that goals
They see my drip and they like woah
Bust a nut on the bitch and I tell her to go, (and I tell her to go)
Leave us with your hun and the bitch gon fold
Thought it was winter my flow so cold
Light a blunt the room smell like mould
Matching fits with my bitch and I call that goals
They see my drip and they like woah
Bust a nut on the bitch and I tell her to go, (ah-hah ah-hah)
With the rap shit and school niggas ask how I balance it
Blunt in my mouth and you know I ain't passing it
Look like an average kid but the most talented
Say that she love me I told her "stop capping bitch"
If the bitch ain't giving head why the fuck we speaking? (Why?)
Know that these hoes switch up like seasons
Say that she love me I told her "stop tweaking"
THC what a young nigga breathing
Might just steal a nigga bitch (at all ah-hah)
“Wait wait, who is this , are you Westy G? Ekse brah what!! Yhoo” |
4,388,231 | Upcoming | pop | A Precyse enuh
Bethel Town
Hmmmm hmmm
Don't tek a dalla fi real suh them sell out suh often
A straight Upness enuh
Ready
Them nuh know bout the upcoming
Them only know when we mek money
Been a hustle an gwaan wul it
So it serious when them acting funny
GeeDon dem nuh know how yuh structure this
Suh how yuh only wah run een
Yuh affi careful a who don't sight yuh dream
Suh me keep the circle small weh guh round the team
Cau wen yuh get the fame and yuh master this
Just know seh betrayal a part a part a it
Nuff real one drop out like corner teeth
Suh a fake friend a follow from yuh gone a lead
She might carry good edges but she synthetic
Yuh just fit in har type cause yuh mek money
Everybody under vibes when yuh drink henny
But if me bruk a morning dem nuh memba me
Me nuh think it strange when them change
Try stop me then them fail
The almighty say I shall prevail
So me light wah flame fi bun fake friend
Nuh think it strange when them change
Try stop me then them fail
The almighty say I shall prevail
So me light wah flame fi bun fake friend
Ready Bethel Town wen yuh living YOLO
Gyal love eh mojo and we stocking more doe
Nuh trust eh white line but me deh inah eh road
Skelli a me G a me nigga I know
Roshidon and Maavino
Nah switch do dollars and dem nah change out
Real know real and that's all I know
Suh me watch the new faces money bring around
It nuh strange when them change
Try stop me then them fail
The almighty say I shall prevail
So me light wah flame fi bun fake friend
Nuh think it strange when them change
Try stop me then them fail
The almighty say I shall prevail
So me light wah flame fi bun fake friend
More friend kill friend than enemy this year
Weh badmind a guh me seh blessings for share
No friend killa we nuh want round here
A nuh yuh alone wah BMW if steer
Yuh par wid a friend killer yuh a one a dem
Kill a friend already yuh wi kill a friend again
The circle fi small man a tell you from when
Cau nuff a dem nuh real a pretend dem a pretend
It nuh strange when them change
Try stop me then them fail
The almighty say I shall prevail
So me light wah flame fi bun fake friend
Nuh think it strange when them change
Try stop me then them fail
The almighty say I shall prevail
So me light wah flame fi bun fake friend
Ready
It don't two a dalla fi real
Suh why dem sell out so often
Aaaaaah yea
Don't tek a dalla fi real
Roshidon and Maavino
Upness weh yuh know bout
Nah sell out nuh switch no time no yea
Yow it nuh strange we nuh think it strange
Wen me see how them change when them change
A Precyse enuh Bethel Town
A straight Upness enuh
Yuh know how eh guh
Aaaarite |
4,388,233 | We are all going to forest hill | pop | Oooh (x6)
Forest hill
It's like the world stood still
When we heard the sonic boom
With a thought on death and dread and doom
This is the deadline
And we're going where the dead lie
And I'd like to make sure my last moments are with you
You
The masterpiece in this museum
The one who filled me with ideas of things much bigger than me
You
The one who taught me how to film
The one who showed me that love was something that could really kill
Oh
And if you really have to leave me
Won't you leave a note?
'Cause I'll balloon and hit the ceiling
Pop
And as you hear the shrapnel shrieking
They'll touch you in the places that you never wanted to be touched
I miss you baby
If I'm out of my mind or in my head
You're still beside me always
I miss you baby
Can I see you one more time
Before it all decides to end tonight?
Tonight (ooh) (x9) |
4,388,234 | Eulogy | rap | [Intro]
I don't wanna die and be a nobody
Thanks for all those nights you included me
Life just ain't the same as it used to be
Wonder what they'll write in my eulogy
[Verse 1]
I ain’t no Uzi, I’m just goofy
I’m not flashy, don’t rock jewelry
I’m just Eric, really and truly
Don’t drive Lambos, life’s no movie
Doors go outward, doors don’t go up
Never been ‘bout that, I’m like so what
I give no fucks, I don’t smoke drugs
I don’t mix that lean with soda
I drink water and I make music
I hope that I can help ya’ll get through this
Life we’re stuck with, come scream fuck this
With me, I hope ya’ll keep up with
All that ruckus that you deal with
We might not die on the billboard
Wеarin’ Gucci head to heel, but
At least we kеpt with that real shit
Call your friend, have a conversation
Book that flight and go on vacation
Make sure that you’re there for him
When dad undergo that operation
Tell your girl just where it hurts
While you share dessert at the restaurant
Don’t try to act like a rockstar
Or you’re just as fucked as the rest of ‘em
Everybody wanna be somebody else
Till that somebody actually needs help
I’m just tryna tell you shit is not what it seems
And it’s easier to breathe if you be yourself, c’mon man
Cuz all that glitters is not gold
Please remember me for what I’ve done and not the lies I’ve told
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna die and be a nobody
Thanks for the all the nights you included me
Life just ain’t the same as it used to be
Wonder what they’ll write in my eulogy
I don’t wanna nobody askin’ “who was he?”
Thanks for the all the nights you excluded me
“Had a lot of friends” - it was two or three
No embellishments in my eulogy
[Verse 2]
I ain’t no Tunechi, I just do me
I don’t buy strippers, I don’t get pussy
The way these rappers swear they get it
And I don’t throw paper unless it’s loose leaf
No script, this shit’s not staged
My life’s not a play that I put on display
Cuz I’m a human just like you
I like the applause, but I love my space
Never could try to be Jaden, I ain’t no Icon
I just wanna help you find that thing
You can set your sights on
I don’t do envy, I’m too friendly
I ain’t try to be that, I’ve just been me
I would never buy that Bentley
Until my friends are livin’ debt-free, uh
Drop me in my casket or you’re free to spread my ashes
Down at Pixley Park where mama taught me how to be a Catholic
Play Shady at the Mass and give the people one more classic
While you celebrate my life like I was Drake in Calabasas
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna die and be a nobody
Thanks for the all the nights you included me
Life just ain’t the same as it used to be
Wonder what they’ll write in my eulogy
I don’t wanna nobody askin’ “who was he?”
Thanks for the all the nights you excluded me
“Had a lot of friends” - it was two or three
No embellishments in my eulogy |
4,388,243 | Chop Hard | pop | A Chip Nation style
Fi wi ting loud yes it nationwide
A we a duh the banging yute stay one side
(One Option) a Precyse enuh
Bethel Town yuh nuh see the team up
One aim one dream well yuh know the thing guh
Seven days a di week unuh tek we serious
Got a food pon e line fi guh fuck eh scheme up
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Got a giant a bawl seh I ain't got no money
Har head still a chop off
A suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Got a giant a bawl sеh I ain't got no money
Har head still a chop off
Benz truck tint up link up
Hundrеd mil Peashead bingo
Gennasyde, we seh fully gringo
Chip Nation guh hard an get a brinks truck
Yuh nuh see how man a live inah eh road
Don inah eh place and king inah eh town
Me stock bricks coulda build up wah house
Got a food pon eh line a dat me a talk bout
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Got a giant a bawl seh I ain't got no money
Har head still a chop off
A suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Got a giant a bawl seh I ain't got no money
Har head still a chop off
Hello! My name is Mr. Rich man
How yuh doing today? I'm calling from a distant
The 1.5 weh yuh win from the Switz bank
The clearance fee go cost yuh about six grand
Ready! Mek me tell yuh why the nation chip
Money girls and bare long clip
Man aguh rich unuh wait an see
'Til me bank book full nah nuh vacancy
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Got a giant a bawl seh I ain't got no money
Har head still a chop off
A suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Got a giant a bawl seh I ain't got no money
Har head still a chop off
Dem only got money picture inah gallery
Stunnaz weh di banga banga banga deh
Mek a call upstairs every man a press
Seh dem just upgrade dem salary
From she see me drive up inah the big Hilux
She wah time out 'cause har man time up
Tru me look like a banger ready fi dial up
An me straight jeans tight suh the likkle coil buff
Suh we chop hard suh we chop hard
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Got a giant a bawl seh I ain't got no money
Har head still a chop off
A suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Suh we chop hard, suh we chop hard
Got a giant a bawl seh I ain't got no money
Har head still a chop off
Yow a Chip Nation style
Fi we thing loud, yes it nationwide
A we a duh the banging yute stay one side
A Precyse enuh
Skeltek Gennasyde wul team out
Chip nation style, arite, fully chip |
4,388,244 | BOB GODFREY HTE CLUB | rap | [Introduction: Bob Godfrey Sample]
The day it happened
It seemed like a normal day
You know
But its never been the same since
I dont
It hasn't been the same
{Verse 1: Belt Grindee]
Pink on pink colours
Who dressed him
His mother
Has her tie his shoes
He refuses to bother
Magnum thin rubbers
I use on my lover
Her name is -----
I leave her discoloured
[Verse 2: Belt Grindee]
Don't think I forgot admin lair
Titty kitty, sound similar?
Dingle sigit pretty pussy
Titties dipped in tempered chocolate?
I'm fucking your peers
In the back of the McLaren I steer (skrtt)
I'm riding the shift, I'm riding that shaft
150 snap score is the K of my car
[Pre-Chorus: Belt Grindee]
Warm regards to Chloe and your mom (And your mom)
Cause after all this baby boy your gone
Bob Godfrey hate club
Bob Godfrey hate club
Bob Godfrey hate club
Bob Godfrey hate club
[Chorus: Belt Grindee]
I'm wearing your teeth
Your mom my fourteenth
M&M caramel filling so deep
Why don't you water club more and just drown
I'm using the same fist I hit you I pound
On the shawty, yeah
She adore me, yeah
Perhaps you know her?
Her name is ?
[Verse 3: Belt Grindee]
I owe Holli 28 for the head
I own you, you cheeks i will spread (woo)
What do you dread?
Fighting with me but already you fled?
Invading army, who have already pledged
Allegiance to me, were toasting
Waiting calmly with this file, oh shit
When will it come out? I'm fucking redheads
Lay it on me, like i'm already dead
Getting that bread
Your buried ahead
I'm Inn 'n Out spread
Your Inn 'n Out fries and your fucking inbred
Rating shawties yet no one in cho bed
Bodcast appearance was HIV Spread
‘cast interference election misled
Riots where needed, with Babg i break bread
Love Andrew now, for his sins he has bled
[Verse 4: Belt Grindee]
Yea imma break it down
See you breaking down
Yeah, your shaking now
Mine is better, wow
Shit is perfect now
Rhyming now with a now
Yeah, shit I can't write words
Still I'll take a bow
Cause the beats cash cow
You had unibrow
And you do the meow
Your a pussy, yeah
Your sister i do plow, yeah
I do plow, sister
Sister I do plow (yea)
Sister I do plow, I do plow
Sister, yea, I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
I ain't take no vows, sister
I do plow
{Bridge: Belt Grindee]
Yeah imma flex
See that lex on my wrist bruh?
Ya imma flex
See that lex on my dick huh?
Ya imma flex
Hear this shit, goes so hard bruh
Yeah imma flex
Beat your album with two chords man
You hear this shit?
I hitting harder then I did fore
With your GF
See that lex on my wrist
[Chorus: Belt Grindee]
I'm wearing your teeth
Your mom my fourteenth
M&M caramel filling so deep
Why don't you water club more and just drown
I'm using the same fist I hit you I pound
On the shawty, yeah
She adore me, yeah
Perhaps you know her?
Her name is ?
I'm wearing your teeth
Your mom my fourteenth
M&M caramel filling so deep
Why don't you water club more and just drown
I'm using the same fist I hit you I pound
On the shawty, yeah
She adore me, yeah
Perhaps you know her?
Her name is ? |
4,388,251 | Go Ahead | pop | [Verse 1]
My boy you talk a big game
Like you some big name player
Winning every heart like you some slick heartbreaker
Still you're always running back to me
My boy you talk a sweet game
Your words they drip in honey
Everybody 'round here thinks you're so damn funny
But your humor ain't impressing me (Nuh-uh)
[Pre-Chorus]
I know you gotta lotta numbers in your phone (Yeah)
Sending heart emojis back and forth (Yeah)
But I think that I'm done replying, I'm saying goodbye
I'm tired of playing 'round
[Chorus]
So go ahead
I won't stand in your way
Don't want you wasting away
Your precious time
If you ain't set on being mine
So go ahead
Plenty fish in the sea (That's right)
So run along and be free
Yeah be my guest
Go ahead and find somebody better than me
Better than me
Who does it better than me, better than me
Uh-uh, hey
Better than me
Me, me
Better than me
(Go ahead and find someone who does it better than me)
[Verse 2]
I know you hate the word "commitment"
But just admit you're scared
Of unleashing all those feelings, no you wouldn't dare
Guess it's safer splashing in the shallow water (Suit yourself)
Cause baby I'm the deep end
I give it meaning
You can't just hit me up whenever it's convenient
Yeah you may be getting around
But I'm going farther, baby
[Pre-Chorus]
I know you gotta lotta numbers in your phone (Yeah)
Sending heart emojis back and forth (Yeah)
But I think that I'm done replying, I'm saying goodbye
I'm tired of playing 'round
[Chorus]
So go ahead
I won't stand in your way
Don't want you wasting away
Your precious time
If you ain't set on being mine
So go ahead
Plenty fish in the sea (That's right)
So run along and be free
Yeah be my guest
Go ahead and find somebody better than me
Better than me
Who does it better than me, better than me
Uh-uh, hey
Better than me
Me, me
Better than me
(Go ahead and find someone who does it better than me)
[Outro]
So go ahead
I won't stand in your way
Don't want you wasting away
Your precious time
If you ain't set on being mine
So go ahead
Plenty fish in the sea
So run along and be free
Yeah be my guest
Go ahead and find somebody better than me |
4,388,253 | Clarity | rb | [Intro]
Yea oh yea
Yea oh yea
[Verse 1]
At this time of night I'm wondering about
Am I gonna make a left?
Am I gonna make a right in life?
There's so many speculations
I’m constantly debating in my life
People telling me this, they telling me that
It makes no type of sense, I ain't tryna hear that
I'm trying to figure it out
Which way should I go?
I'm asking all these people, they telling me they don't know
[Chorus]
I ask for clarity
For all my hopes and my dreams
I ask for clarity
Things ain't what they seem
I ask for clarity
While I'm doing my thing
I ask for clarity, yeah clarity
I ask for clarity
For all my hopes and my dreams
I ask for clarity
Things ain't what they seem
I ask for clarity
While I'm doing my thing
I ask for clarity, yeah clarity
[Vese 2]
Ohh
Sometimes my goals get jumbled
Almost at the end zone and I slip up and fumble (Haha)
I'll admit, some days my vision gets blurry
Trippin' over little things that I shouldn't worry about
When I'm trying to reach a certain goal
I go for the no’s, 'cause only lord knows
That if my path was clear
Then I'd probably wouldn't be here
[Chorus]
I ask for clarity
For all my hopes and my dreams
I ask for clarity
Things ain't what they seem
I ask for clarity
While I'm doing my thing
I ask for clarity, yeah clarity
I ask for clarity
For all my hopes and my dreams
I ask for clarity
Things ain't what they seem
I ask for clarity
While I'm doing my thing
I ask for clarity, yeah clarity
[Outro]
Oooooh
Yea, oh yea
Yea, oh yea |
4,388,255 | Grlfrnds | rock | All i got is my friends
I don't care about them
All i got is my car
I got no credit card
But i know that it's hard, it's hard, it's hard
All i know is i are
Everything that i called
All i got is my car
And something goes far
All i got is my friends
Who cares about them
I don't got no wife
And i don't got no life
I don't have a house
Why'ld i care about that
All i got is my friends
I don't care about them
Maybe you will see
What's coming is me
I'm just a loser
But i won't see your fucking face
I'm just a boozer
So stop complaining
Yeah girls that go far
All i got is my house
Oh when i know how that
All i got is my face
And my credit card
(spring break)
All i got is my house (ah ah ah ah [repeated])
I'll sleep on the vomit ring
So loud in here
Taking care of me
Cus i like to do drugs
And drink a lot of beer
And i don't like to sleep economies
Smell a lot of you in here
Why are you taking care of me
I wanna be your hero
Cus i like to do drugs
And drink a lot of beer |
4,388,259 | Summer Something | pop | Your sweat drops on me
But I think I like it, it's like a billion degrees
You know you hotter than that California dry heat
But I'm 'bout to drink you like an Arizona ice tea
Let's do it poolside, wanna be in your cabana
Come feel my heat rise, we're just warm blood mammals
And it's too hot to handle, yeah, you're too hot to handle
Since it's too hot out here
You gon' be my summer something
We can spend the summer fuckin' (touchin')
We should be wearin' nothing
So come on be my summer something
Show me something
But you know I only want it 'cause I'm hot right now, yеah you know
You got that temperature to cool a brothеr down like
You can be my summer something, yeah, you know
My pants keep tempting
You licked that Popsicle and now I'm all in
I'll get you sticky like candy in Miami
Last thing I care about is keeping it classy
Let's do it poolside, wanna be in your cabana
Come feel my heat rise, we're just warm blood mammals
And it's too hot to handle, yeah, you're too hot to handle
Since it's too hot out here
You gon' be my summer something
We can spend the summer fuckin' (touchin')
We should be wearin' nothing
So come on be my summer something
Show me something
But you know I only want it 'cause I'm hot right now, yeah you know
You got that temperature to cool a brother down like
You can be my summer something, yeah, you know
You got me hotter than hot (summer something)
Can we get higher than high (summer something)
Just for June and July (summer something)
You can be my summer something, summer something
You got me hotter than hot (summer something)
Can we get higher than high (summer something)
Just for June and July (summer something)
You can be my summer something, summer something
You gon' be my summer something
We can spend the summer fuckin' (touchin')
We should be wearin' nothing
So come on be my summer something
Show me something
But you know I only want it 'cause I'm hot right now, yeah you know
You got that temperature to cool a brother down like
You can be my summer something, yeah, you know |
4,388,261 | We shall not be moved | country | We shall not, we shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's planted by the water
We shall not be moved
The Union is behind us
We shall not be moved
The Union is behind us
We shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's planted by the water
We shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's standing by the watеr
We shall not be moved
Wе will stand and fight together
We shall not be moved
We will stand and fight together
We shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's planted by the water
We shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's planted by the water
We shall not be moved
We are black and white together
We shall not be moved
We are black and white together
We shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's standing by the water
We shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
We shall not, we shall not be moved
Just like a tree that's standing by the water
We shall not be moved |
4,388,268 | Just One Sock | rap | [Intro: Lil Peppa & Buzzboi]
Your hot dog (Fuck)
And think
"You know? This could really use some good old sustainable farming practi-
(Fuckin')
What should it be about boy?
Um, how about, it's about your old pops who left you?
What about the Christmas time where I got socks?
You know that's good too, we could talk about my pops another day, fuck it
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Is this a Macklemore type beat? Holy fuck
Bruh
Bruh
Bruh (Hey, nice balance)
[Verse 1]
One fuckin Christmas mornin'
I saw outside that I had socks
What the fuck does that even mean grandma?
This bitch gave me fuckin socks
What the fuck does that even mean?
I don't really know what to say to these
So I threw them away, and burned them in the trash
Another year my grandpa gave my daddy, toothpaste
That's right toothpaste
For a fucking Christmas present
What the fuck does that mean?
I am not the fucking, president
So I just sucked a dick
[Course]
Christmas morning they gave me a sock, not even a pair of socks just fuckin' one sock, fuck, fuck, fuck
Christmas morning they gave me a sock, not even a pair of socks just one sock, sock, sock
[Verse 2]
Wasn't even a good sock
Later she said that she got it from fucking TJ’s
What the fuck does that even fuckin' mean man? (Ooh)
Ooh yeah, TJ Maxx, my grandma works there
She went to the back room, and she just picked out some socks
She didn't even pay for daddy to give her some socks, fuck
Then I shoved them up my ass before I burnt them in the fuckin trash (Uh) |
4,388,273 | Two Buffetlibre Remix | pop | In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
In the middle of the night, I was sleeping sitting up
When a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough."
He brought me out into the hall, I could have sworn it was haunted
And told me something that I didn't know that I wanted:
To hear, that there was nothing that I could do to save you
The choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you
Something in my throat made my next words shake
And something in the wires made the light-bulbs break
In the middle of the night
In the middle of thе night
In the middle of the night
You had a nеw dream, it was more like a nightmare
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying
Your daddy was an asshole and he fucked you up
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating
Repeating, repeating, repeating
Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy
Wearing silver rings with nobody clapping
When we moved here together, we were so disappointed
Sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed
It killed me to see you getting always rejected
But I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes
I just held you in the door-frame through all of the earthquakes
But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night
I would try to grab your ankles, what a pitiful sight
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you from stomping out that door
Coming back like you always do
Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can
You say that "No one's gonna listen, no one understands."
And so there's no open doors, there's no way to get through
There's no other witnesses, just us two
There's two people living in one small room
From your two half-families tearing at you
Two ways to tell the story, no one worries
Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry
Two people talking inside your brain
Two people believing that I'm the one to blame
Two different voices coming out of your mouth
While I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout
You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair
Then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying
Your daddy was an asshole and he fucked you up
Built the gears in your head, now he greases them up
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating |
4,388,274 | Moving On | rap | [Intro]
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen
Dear Lord, give me the strength to record this song
[Verse 1 - Eric Armitage]
Life moves quick, though - let the kids know
You’ll hear my outro before I get my intro
I’ve begun to feel like I’m fallin' behind the tempo
Never thought I’d have to MC my own shit-show
So welcome to the -the final installment
Cuz I’ve been havin’ trouble tryna call it
26 years now, and still I’m stalling
I think I fucked up tryna find my calling
I never used to doubt mysеlf, I thought I found myself
I used to hit record, play it, thеn rewound myself
I used to laugh at all my lines, did I just clown myself?
I had a great support group being around myself
And my role models always said to practice, so I practiced it
Every night, I stayed up till the light of dawn was crackin’ in
Went to all my classes with my eyes all on some baggy shit
‘Bout to pull a B. Rabbit out of my bag of magic tricks
Disappointed both my parents in the process
I’d turn into a different kid that hid behind these projects
I wonder if I’m God-blessed, does God know I’m hard-pressed?
Cuz I’m missin’ my targets, is this shit just far-fetched?
I don’t feel the same way I did when I was hungry for it
Every word I say is feelin’ drowned out and unimportant
Feel like I’m swingin’ for the fence and comin’ up short
Like I’ve been runnin’ forward without knowin’ what I’m runnin’ towards
[Bridge 1 - Eric Armitage]
And I’ve been gunnin’ for it, see me gunnin’ for it
Drop a triple double for it, triple double for it
Cuz I’ve been givin’ all that I can
I got my mind, body soul, blood, sweat and tears runnin’ for it
And I’ve been comin’ for it, see me comin’ for it
Been trapped inside my bubble, toil and trouble for it
Cuz I’ve been all alone for this shit
I got my mind, body, soul, blood, sweat and tears runnin’ for it
[Hook - Benzo]
I don’t know where to go from here
Should I be moving on?
I feel like I’m moving on
Someone tell me where to go from here
Cuz I’ma be moving on
I’ma be moving on
[Bridge 2 - Eric Armitage & Benzo]
I'm sayin'
Dark clouds surround me
Everywhere I go, and, any way I turn, like
If I see the storm come, I’ma head home, but
Till the first rain drop, let the page burn bright, mhmm
From chapter to chapter to chapter
I gave you my anger, my love, and my laughter
These moments I’ve captured - delusions of grandeur
I wonder what they’ll think about me soon after I’m gone
[Verse 2 - Eric Armitage]
Will I become the laughing stock
Once the rappin’ stops
And I let my casket drop into the grave?
Will they appreciate the measure?
Will I get an E for effort
After all these years, working like a slave?
Time to move onto my next plan
I guess that’s what happens when your best friend’s a yes man
Maybe I was never that amazing with the pen, and
Now I get to tell the world that I’ma woulda-, coulda-, shoulda-been, damn
I lost love all because of this shit
Joined the crowd and did drugs all because of this shit
Nights when I was black out drunk because of this shit
My reputation’s probably straight fucked because of this shit
I’m so sick of people speakin’ their opinions
I love the feedback, but now you all want something different
There used to be a time when I would let the ink sink in
And you loved the fact that I would say exactly what I’m thinkin'
And now you wonder why I’m spewing out anger
I make one love song and now they say that I’m a singer
I try to get ‘em thinkin’, but they all just want a banger
So it’s either cater to ‘em or I get their middle fingers
Hip-Hop changed for the worse
And being who I am has been a gift and a curse
But I’ll be fucking damned if I don’t leave one last message
For the people, here’s my suicide note for what it’s worth
I don’t know what else to sa-
*gunshot*
[Hook - Benzo]
I don’t know where to go from here
Should I be moving on?
I feel like I’m moving on
Someone tell me where to go from here
Cuz I’ma be moving on
I’ma be moving on |
4,388,276 | In the Milky City | rap | [Verse 1]
In the milky city, you know I move like crystal
Yeah, I move too slippery
These boys can’t try and see me through the discourse
I move haphazardly
But I keep a stone cold face on me
Hardened, can’t see me through tree leaves
Central London, this is where I would’ve been
If I hadn’t moved up north to safety
[Chorus]
Pulling up with all the clouds, this place getting hit down
Lit now, I just said that unironically
Police come and shut the party down
I keep myself high above the ground
Pulling up with all the clouds, this place getting hit now
Lit now, I just said that unironically
Police come and shut the party down
I keep myself high above the ground
[Verse 2]
I’m swimming, dreaming, floating, singing
Billing, keeping busy on the weekends
Loose ends, your friends are loose ends
Whatever happened to those broke boys? (they got bent)
Chatting, I’m clapping, reacting
While you lot are just a bunch of chatters
Go fix up, rent out a barber
Start your own business faster
There are so many businesses in London, Central London
The epicentre
You guys, you guys know nothing
My upbringing ain’t public
I’m fruitful, my reinvention’s lovely
Pushing through crowds, you can’t touch me honey
I just move way too true
Alright, I’ll pass this tune to you (woo!)
[Chorus]
Pulling up with all the clouds, this place getting hit down
Lit now, I just said that unironically
Police come and shut the party down
I keep myself high above the ground
Pulling up with all the clouds, this place getting hit down
Lit now, I just said that unironically
Police come and shut the party down
I keep myself high above the ground
[Outro]
I’m in the milky city
I’m in the milky city
I’m in the milky city
I’m in the milky city
Woo! |
4,388,277 | Magic | pop | [Verse 1]
Rushing through the fields
Spinning around in circles
Under Summer skies
Running with the wind
As it begins to lift beneath my wings
And I can fly
[Chorus]
Awakening my senses
Living in the presence
Of magic
[Verse 2]
As the colors of the
Sunrise warm the earth
And filling life with light
Changes in the air
And I am blooming like a flower
I am growing so bright
[Chorus]
Awakening my senses
Living in the presence
Of magic
[Refrain]
Floating from the surface
Rising to my purpose
Like magic
(Aaah)
(Oooh)
[Outro]
Overcoming gravity
My heart has been set free
Pulling me to places
I never knew existed
It's like magic |
4,388,278 | Identity 101 | rap | [Verse 1]
She’s losing faith from the past few times
If I said otherwise, I’d be lying (I'd be lying)
So, her social life’s out the window
And her care is going to crawl
Her ID is all she has left
Then she can’t move down onto the bets
For that, she would need her head to be for let
Spacious enough so the friends could’ve met
But that’s gone and so she moves on
But as her friends left her, the ID tagged along
Tryna get down and move around
But she can’t seem to get a push up from the ground
So she tries to pull up from the back
See where her identity may be at
It’s flat, nothing can get it back
Losing it like her brain’s on a lack
And she tries to get it back from a sleep (hit the peak)
Hit the peak of the week
That’s probably it for that then
No alarms went off like Big Ben
Stuck here, thinking of what to do next
No one to go to, no one to text
When I say no one, I mean no friends
Pretty much left her, down to her end
And that is it
Left her head to get down and split
She’ll never reunite with them again
That can’t be fixed (no way)
Sometimes you’ll miss
Knowing yourself, see yourself in the mist
It is worse for her
Without your identity, you won’t grow like fern
[Chorus]
From her face, there are no more gleams
Her ID left and took away her nice beam
Forever cut at the seams
Never recover from this it seems
Your ID is your national heart
Play in the park, get that and go far
I know her, not tough-faced like tree bark
Wishing her ID would come back while laying in the dark
[Bridge]
Is that it though?
Movin’ a bit mad with that no ID business, no?
[Verse 2]
For me, it’s a hard thing to understand
Never had this issue
I live way too comfortably
(Not for her it seems)
I just don’t get it
But I think her heart’s shredded
Oh my, how will we ever mend it?
Dunno if IDs can be mended
Probably a lost cause
Still want to try and find it, of course (of course)
“Why didn’t you respond to my text?”
Screaming at the phone
All alone
That’s all that she knows
At this point
Might as well be seen by a drone (she’s dead inside)
For her, being empty inside is in
And it’s no sin
Stuck inside a pet shop on display
No boys to come in
Getting up feelings, getting up feels
No more meals to fall down the hills
Her heart’s racing fast, no car
Around the life track, it goes fast
Stuck inside her own little world
Won’t get out, this door won’t (open)
Refusing to search for herself out there
Her ID’s in the air
And it’s no use, the boys in blue
Can’t even find her excuse
They just dismiss any outright passage of her life not moving true
[Chorus]
From her face, there are no more gleams
Her ID left and took away her nice beam
Forever cut at the seams
Never recover from this it seems
Your ID is your national heart
Play in the park, get that and go far
I know her, not tough-faced like tree bark
Wishing her ID would come back while laying in the dark (deep in the dark) |
4,388,281 | For Sentimental Reasons | pop | She threw the first handful
Into the grave
She called forth her tears
She knew how to behave
Not revealing the secret that she held inside
And they all felt such pity for my poor, widowed bride
And I could not condemn them, for some years ago
When the hot winds of passion through my own loins did blow
I drank her deception, and it quenched my thirst
Darkness hidden in beauty, like a fine redwood hеarse
Now she has lain me down to sleep
And nеver shall I rise
The serpent's nurse with bitten hand
Should come as no surprise
Now she lies with another, held tight in embrace
And I lie in this casket in this unholy place
My dead heart is throbbing, with vengeance its beat
And I climb, with a cold smile
To my wife I shall meet
And the cold wind is bitter, and the clouds hide the moon
I pass my old village, my time coming soon
And I look through my window, in my bed they are warm
But they both start to shiver from the strength of my scorn
And I will lay her down to sleep
And never will she rise
The dying nurse will crush the snake
Brought forth her own demise
I go out to the barn, and I get my old scythe
My milk cow is lean, left to starve by my wife
My oxen are haggard, and my silo is bare
I move back to the house, my wife has not a prayer
And I cross through the threshold, catch the smell of their lust
And I pull them apart, and the blade I do thrust
Through his stomach so deeply, and the wood that's below
This he could not dislodge, death will come but be slow
I catch my wife quickly, even though she has run
All her days in the parlor, while I worked in the sun
Too much candy and gossip will make a girl weep
And as I dragged her behind, she was too scared to speak
I said, "I loved you, and worked hard to give you a life
And you bled my heart empty, as a thanks for my strife
So you could have your lover, and the money I bore
But there's room in this casket for our love evermore."
Now we both lay down to sleep
And never will we rise
With dirt packed on, there was no one
To hear her muffled cries |
4,388,283 | Rumors | rb | How do rumors get started?
They're started by the jealous people and
They get mad about something had and somebody else is holding
They tell me that temptation is very hard to resist
These wicked women, oh they just persist
Maybe you think it's cute, but girl I'm not impressed
I tell you one time only with my business please don't mess
Look at all these rumors running me evеryday
I just need some time some timе to get away from
From all these rumors I can't take it no more
My best friend say did you hear the one about me
And the girl next door?
Did you hear the one about Tina?
Some say shes much too loose
That came straight from a guy who claims he's tasting her juice
Did you hear the one about Michael?
Some say he must be gay
I tried to argue but they said if he were straight he wouldn't move that way
Did you hear the one about Susan?
Some say shes just a tease
In a camisole she's six feet tall shell knock you to you knees
Look at all these rumors running me everyday
I just need some time some time to get away from
From all these rumors I can't take it no more
My best friend say did you hear the one about me
And the girl next door?
I can't go no place without somebody pointin' a finger
I can't show my face cuz when it comes to rumors I'm a dead ringer
It seems from rumors I just can't get away
I bet there'll even be rumors floatin' around on Judgment Day
I'll think I'll write my congressman and tell him to pass a bill
For the next time they catch somebody startin' rumors, shoot to kill
Will you look at all these rumors surroundin' me every day
I just need some time, some time to get away from
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said there's one out now about me and the girl next door
What's mine is mine, I ain't got time for rumors in my life
I'm a man who thinks, not a man who drinks, so please let me live my life
What's mine is mine, I ain't got time for rumors in my life
I'm a man who thinks, not a man who drinks, so please let me live my life
What's mine is mine, I ain't got time for rumors in my life
I'm a man who thinks, not a man who drinks, so please let me live my life
Will you look at all these rumors surroundin' me every day
I just need some time, some time to get away from
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said there's one out now about me and the girl next door
Look at all these rumors surroundin' me every day
I just need some time, some time to get away from
From all these rumors, I can't take it no more
My best friend said there's one out now about me and the girl next door
Stop spreadin' those rumors around
Stop spreadin' the lies
Stop spreadin' those rumors around
Stop (Stop) spreadin' the lies
Stop spreadin' those rumors around
Stop spreadin' the lies
Stop spreadin' those rumors around
Stop spreadin' the lies
Stop spreadin' those rumors around
Stop spreadin' the lies |
4,388,284 | Shellers S8 Pt . 2 | Bart Simpson Nelson Muntz Ned Flanders Quagmire Homer Simpson Sideshow Bob | rap | [Intro: Bart Simpson]
Bart bludclart Simpson
Springfield gaza yeah (Zenith)
Shellers arena
Yaga
[Verse 1: Bart Simpson]
Ay Stewie
How you love off balls and batty
If I slap this nena one more time
You will no longer be chatty
About you ain't no bitch
When you dress like one
No wonder Peter drinks, come like you wanna disown his son
Let's play this game
It's called slap off shots and [?] at your brain
Grown man business, stay in your lane
Make man jump around like House of Pain
Smooth criminal when I dip and glide
Grip my blade and gut them sides
About rambo, you fuckin' lied
Stewie asked for Brian
Well, hе got sheffed and he fuckin' diеd
Big head baby, go and cry
If I grab the heater
Beat the nena
Man will fry
I'm still in the bitch with Smithers
Tell him bring out the sticks
And Milhouse stay with the 'chete (Yaga)
And bore up man for anyting petty (Whoosh)
About giggidy, I heard you and Quagmire love get fiddily
But that ain't a surprise
Stewie does dragging the baby disguise
And Chris love tek Fila
Ay DJ give me a wheeler
And Peter shook, man you don't get beater
Blood bathed then call for a clean up
My name's Bart, I roll with apes
So best you bow to Ceasar
Don't make me get dark when Stewie get shook an' freeze up
Peter fa get stab up
Lois she fa get dug uh'
Megs everytin' long like ladder
Stewie get wrapped like weed in grubba
Sideshow Bob get chopped with a cleaver
Nelson ain't bad, in jail he got beat up
Punctured organs make the boy leak up
Turn man duppy then call for reaper
Bart bludclart Simpson
Rise my ting and hit, I don't miss them
[Verse 2: Nelson Muntz]
Dunno who told him I am a punk
Bruv are you skunked
Stardog grew in my people
Must of turned a boy dumb
Heard your [?]
You might be big over but big over there ain't big
Simpson I know where you live
[?] can help him, locked [?] arms to the back of ya head [?] that I phone Nelson
My playground and none of youse welcome
Milhouse I'll catch your dad
And make you watch when I practice jabs
Bart's a distracted lad just acting bad
Like yards [?]
How many toilets you have to see
How many times did I have to break you
How many times did you have to bleed
You had a bedroom and a TV
You had a life that Homer bankrolled
I was eatin' tadpoles doin up street
What you know 'bout grease
Pussy, I'm the real bully on scene (Haha)
Put the finger to your mum (Haha)
Watch the skater boy run (Haha)
Marge screamed at her son (Haha)
Camp out where you live (Haha)
Help myself to the fridge (Haha)
Homer serving the drinks (Haha)
Grandpa in a blink (Haha)
Fuck this you think I won't catch you at 3:30
Think you can get on that bus bruv
Let's see who's about dad can save who yeah
It's that time
Big Nelson (Haha)
[Verse 3: Ned Flanders]
It's Ned Flanders
Shout out all of my left 'anders
You'll get left wiggly
When man grip this skiddidily
I'm out 'ere in the field like Willie is
I don't wanna 'ear about giggidy giggidy
Fam you're literally mini me
I'll take your bitch to the Philippenes
Got plenty of arms like millipedes
That's why squares get lit like Billie Jean
Peter will get punked to the jaw
A jaw can't do much on the floor
I got big strap tucked to my balls
But it feels like I'm wearing nothin' at all
Nothin' at all
[?] can't get stuck in the wall
I still got trust in the Lord
Like [?] man'll get slumped to the [?]
I tell a man okely dokely
Thank God that I ain't got a poke in me
Leave man 'oly like rosary
Got bars but I ain't got more with me
Out 'ere doin' bits with Bart
And I got two sons that'll kick man's arse
Know goes down in Springfield darg
We got snakes in boots and drinkin' clowns
[Verse 4: Quagmire]
Two wap in a car
That's gyal on skeng
We'll ride on Simpsons
Live on insta, Bart best shut up before I ride on infants
Milhouse lookin' like a pile of symptoms
Do I have to spell it out, we pitch men
Or I'll put a shotty to Homer's stomach
He'll fly into Flander's kitchen
Marge come chill with a real OG
And leave that fool, he's a big spen
Glenn skeng, walks with the big leng
And the food is 10/10
You man is getting on nerves, then say when
Man come true with a made men
Leave Flanders slumped on the pavement
Or cuff with the jewels like Amen
[Verse 5: Homer Simpson]
I heard that Stewie tried send for Homer
Likkle man you must be a smoker
Get round there in a bruk down rover
With a 15 tryna turn man over (Come 'ere)
About you tried send for Bart
Likkle man don't be moving fast
I really got a wap tryna blam your darg
Tryna blam your darg
Tryna blam your clart
About [?] man, you're crazy
I'm spinnin' my whip 180
I know that Pete is fugazi
He won't back Stewie, that's crazy
He won't back Stewie, that's nuts, nuts
Ching ching splash for his guts
I'm really in the field, I'm a tug
And I really do road on my ones (I do)
Don't lie to the viewers you mug
You never bust on Lisa's face
But I know what your mum does want
Last week she tried give man brain
Lol, that's cray
She wants a real strong man at your place
She wants a real strong man at your yard
She wants a real strong man in the way
I'm afraid I can't do that love
I got Marge and that is my bae
But let's get back to your son
I got suttin' to ruin his fate
Stupid kid you eedyat
You'll get put in your place
You best cut when I back that gauge (Ay come 'ere)
You best cut when I back that gauge (Ay come 'ere)
[Verse 6: Sideshow Bob]
Ha, yeah, it's Sideshow Bob
Fresh out the box, let's find those opps
Crash corn in dingers and ride those off
And I got TT up in my bro's loft
You woulda thought I signed to Simon Cowell
Cah I still fuck with the psychos what
And if your guy's snitchin' but my bro's not
I won't come with the sniff like I roll pot
And man know I'm a bad boy, bad breed killer
Chasing Bart made my hair get thinner
Them man there, they too inner
That's another spike in ya head if I swing this chinger
And this [?] was a dinger
Will crash it if I spot man in my rear view mirror
Still with dirt like digger
Still get chingy, in and out of jail like Digga
Back then when I didn't have no ps
Didn't wanna leave man alone like stalker
That's why I ran boxes like Chisora
Tryna get my stack a likkle bit taller
When I catch flights it's to Bora Bora
I don't wanna be on the block with a borer
But I can't leave that shit to chance
Might still get you Bordeaux like France
Ching man, take your food then dart
Life in a orange jumpsuit is hard
Tryna make this count like a student card
[?] stream 'bout money and shooting Bart
I don't care whether you come Bart
Let me show a man who's in charge
I had boxes in a whip like I was moving yard
So it's gonna be a guten tag |
4,388,285 | When the Mind Wanders | pop | I've been down this road before
Round and round in every circle
But I can't escape the force, gotta get away
Inhibitions hit the door
Leaving less 'cause they took more
So hard when it should be simple, gotta get away
Which way out, God knows
Feel the ending even before it's over
Had my doubts, God knows
I've never been good with timing
But I see a silver lining
When the mind wanders the heart exists
When the mind wanders the hеart exists
Don't pull me under
Free mе of this
When the mind wanders the heart exists
(When the mind wanders) when the mind wanders
(When the mind wanders) when the mind wanders
Even though I've got what it takes
My excuses turn to mistakes
If i get another retake, will I get away?
Which way out, God knows
Feel the ending even before it's over
Had my doubts, God knows
I've never been good with timing
But I see a silver lining
When the mind wanders the heart exists
When the mind wanders the heart exists
Don't pull me under
Free me of this
When the mind wanders the heart exists
(When the mind wanders) when the mind wanders
(When the mind wanders) when the mind wanders
All the fears hold me closer than close and won't let go, let go
They can only hold on for so long because I know
(When the mind wanders) when the mind wanders
(When the mind wanders) when the mind wanders
When the mind wanders |
4,388,287 | Love Letter | pop | [Verse 1]
I've always been hard to read
Living inside my head, just me
And my fantasies
But you wear your heart on your sleeve
Showing off all your colors
Someone like me can't help but wonder
What it's like to be so good at romance
But if I keep wondering I might lose my precious chance, so
[Pre-Chorus]
Guess I'll spell it out
Cause I need to tell ya
Better late than never
Let me send you a love letter
[Chorus]
Ooh you got me spilling all these feelings
No time for concealing it, yеah
Sign my name in ink
Cause I'm tired of thinking
Bеtter late than never
Let me send you a love letter
[Verse 2]
Scenarios in my brain
Counting up all the ways I'll mess this up
If I don't say enough
So good at hesitating
Always overcomplicating
Sitting here contemplating how they
Make it look so easy in the movies
But I can't just keep on waiting in what could be, so I
[Pre-Chorus]
Guess I'll spell it out
Cause I need to tell ya
Better late than never
Let me send you a love letter
[Chorus]
Ooh you got me spilling all these feelings
No time for concealing it, yeah
Sign my name in ink
Cause I'm tired of thinking
Better late than never
Let me send you a love letter
[Post-Chorus]
Cloud nine soaring, feelings pouring out
I can't stop the rush
Cause it's more than just some fading, fleeting crush
Sign my name in ink
Cause I'm tired of thinking
Better late than never
Let me send you a love letter
[Bridge]
Up in my head, yeah it's safer
Than laying it all out on paper
So used to keeping my book closed
Staying in my comfort zone
Now I'm laying it on the line
Wanna call you mine
P.S. hit up my line
Cause you know I'll be waiting on your reply
[Chorus]
Ooh you got me spilling all these feelings
No time for concealing it, yeah
Sign my name in ink
Cause I'm tired of thinking
Better late than never
Let me send you a love letter
[Outro]
Cloud nine soaring, feelings pouring out
I can't stop the rush
Cause it's more than just some fading, fleeting crush
Sign my name in ink
Cause I'm tired of thinking
Better late than never
Let me send you a love letter |
4,388,289 | China Bones | pop | They don't know, little hurricane
Why your moves are quite so slow
Broadway show
Camera, curtain two
The carry on...
Pecking their bones
It's not for you
I'm in here
With the sycamore roots
& if not two-a-piece
Hat other use is there
Left for the heart to do?
Cut your teeth
Shame I cut away
If you're so hung up on your china bones
Why dyou call me up for your private joke?
Girl, you're so marooned on your china bones
Just a worse ship shot and a skip of stones
The purer beauties they scream
Care for
Meaningless joy
At best
0 my lord
0 my lord
0 my lord
I hate them all
Oooh
Cut your teeth
A shame I cut away
If you're so hung up on your china bones
Why you call me up for your private joke?
Girl you're so marooned on your china bones
Just a worse ship shot and a skip of stones, oh
I'm not a horse you play
& you make no mistake
Oh, oh, oh
I'm not a horse you cull
Keep your ear to the ground
To the ground
If you're so hung up on your china bones
Why you call me up for your private joke?
Girl you're so marooned on your china bones
Just a worse ship shot and a skimming stone, oh |
4,388,292 | Truth | rap | Det är litet
Okej sure
Det värsta är när man ska be
Oh shit *skratt*
I was told myself I'm crazy
But I will make it as hopeless is bad
Make ya feels bad for us
And moved all to me like I'm saying already mad
Then I'm forgetting what happened
You were mad second kicking around me
My trip is to saw you
Thought you was good boi but you's insecure
Thought you were a girl
But you were bad from the second I met you
Ey. (Mmm) I know I will fucked if I stayed with you
Don't stuck around I know why I did that
You're sucking my flaws
Ripping down like I was the seafood
Been fucking my dreams up
I don't what to do? Make you feel bad for us
Heather which will alter me, like I'm saying "already mad"
Popped some molly tryna get clean but like me when I was as lean
(stream my asian) Drama is the clap my ass
I know what I need to do, but I can't even do that
I need to finish so I can leave
I feel anything the more I'm broken
You threw my heart out will all the emotions
Feel the pain in the loss mam "enkas"
I learn as she left me burning and hurting I can't have somebbbbody better than you
But you won't leeeeet me do that
Make you feel bad for us
Heather which will alter me, like I'm saying "already mad"
Can not forget what happened
You were mad second kicking around me
My trip is to saw you
Thought you was good boi but I was insecure
Thaught you were a girl
But you were bad from the second I met you
Ey. I know I will fucked if I stayed with you don't stuck around I know why I did that
You're start using my flaws and ripping down like I was the see through
Been fucking my dreams up
I don't what to do?
Make you feel bad for us, äh
Popped some molly tryna get clean but like me when I was as lean
(stream my asian) Drama is the clap my ass
I know what I need to do, but I can't even do that
I need to finish so I can leave
I feel anything the more I'm broken
You threw my heart out will all the emotions
Heather which will alter me, like I'm saying "already mad"
Popped some molly tryna get clean but like me when I was as lean
(stream my asian) Drama is the clap my ass
I know what I need to do, but I can't even do that
I need to finish so I can leave
I feel anything the more I'm broken
You threw my heart out will all the emotions
Popped some molly tryna get clean which like me when I was lean
Cream my attention, you dumb fuck my ass
I know what I need to do, but I can't even do that
I need to feel the pain so I can leave
I Can't feel anything the more I'm broken
I threw my heart out will all of my emotions
Shoutout Oljer, Shoutout Jack, Shoutout Fajje |
4,388,293 | Take Me Down | rap | [Intro:]
They ain't tryna help, they just wanna take me down
Everybody still there got dick in their mouths
Hop off my dick bitch, I ain't even down
Speak out my mind, everybody gets mad!
[Verse 1:]
I'm fuckin done with the bullshit at my high school
Fuckin Santa Su the admins think they're super cool
And all the fake bitches really think so too
Well I guess it's too easy when they're really used to you
Santa Su has crossed the line too many times, how they can't rewind
Or else I just might end up going blind or maybe lose my life and I don't want to die
At least I got my fucking diploma, deserved that shit since y'all turned me to a supernova
Been here from nothing just like the Great Sosa
Proof that the school just needs a makeover
Let's get rid of Block and that clown Fernandes
And Miss G too bruh, that fool is satanic
Only in the teaching for the money that was established
Like Isabella Pechman, that bitch is damaged
Bruh, even Torti wanted out, party cause of Sinaloa but also cause of these admins runnin' their mouths
Seems kinda spooky but at least he found out that this shithole of a school would be only going south
I would continue on but nobody would believe me, KSSH news propagranda would try to deceive me
Not to mention the garbage ass food that we eatin', from the cafeteria, the rice almost crushed my teeth in
[Chorus:]
They ain't tryna help, they just wanna take me down
Everybody still there got dick in their mouths
Hop off my dick bitch, I ain't even down
Speak out my mind, everybody gets mad!
Fuck, fuck Santa Su, all the kids there are snitches!
Fuck, fuck Santa Su, all the kids there are bitches!
Fuckin' hate how they tryna change how I be livin'!
Fuck, fuck Santa Su, y'all can catch me shittin' on the front of your sorry ass school!
[Verse 2:]
Now there's a good amount of teachers there that I respect
But there ain't enough of them for me to say it's the best
My whole high school experience that I can address, how the school is managed, it looks like a mess
The school is laid out to try to control me, hold me responsible for the shit people did to me
Stroll me away from the truth trying to patrol me, making people think I'm just a fucking bully
Making my family and friends think I'm this horrible person
Just a bunch of fucking propaganda versus, the fact that I'm a victim of it all, thoughts converging
...
Hould never have because workers don't make your quota will start budgeting doesn't go away doesn't surely and the hosts on top sorry That's what I said. But she's definitely not a player though a house of snakes never told him about any other dude's feelings so when I see a dude heartbroken Yeah, I feel it that's why I came to the conclusion to not really I don't say this is fake codes they should I feel it in my fucking messages. I'm like Russell Westbrook is a petty bitch. Susan's rocking out calling on St. Jude like all these other relatives |
4,388,294 | I AM NOT IMPORTANT | rap | (Делит на бите, сука)
Aye what's the mission now
Find that boy we shoot him down with all precision now
Never safe in the woods but you know who isn't now
You can't run
Run that faggot pocket up
He kept his fist right up
No face no case
Bounce swang
Fairy keep the chain safe
Dump him far away
Cause ain't no way to go escape
Bring it back to things we never heard of
Is there something wrong wit me I'm addicted to murder
All these people out there they don't love you
Got the drop on em the snipers steady sit abovе you
Pulled up on him that pussy boy to run away
But I remembеr every single face (Slerm)
Walk down in the alleyway and I promise that you get hurt
Why these people out here fightin' for shit that they don't deserve
Haven't seen the surface in a minute damn what happened
And I haven't been workin' on shit too fucking distracted
Getting money make me think less bout my fuckin' actions
And it's not good I know
Fuck you fasho
What he know about it
Pull the pistol out this bag
So we can go about it
And finish business now
Pull up on me wit the glicks and we gone shoot him down
You think you funny ha-ha
22 bullet clip to clip the ma-ta
Treat me like nothing I am
Cause in the end we all nothing to them
I'm not important
You not important
[Outro]
This is the work of Jonathan. Johnathan is addicted to heroin with severe bipolar and schizophrenia. We are going to take a dive into Jonathan's mind within the next tracks. This is audible heroin, enjoy |
4,388,295 | Dramatic | pop | [Intro]
Hey, yeah
Mmm
[Verse 1]
Hey, these texts looking like essays
It's you whining, outlining the 10 things you hate about me
And yes, my boy you got me stressing (My boy you got me stressing now)
Cause while you're all up in your feelings
I'm staring at the ceiling
Numb to it all
[Pre-Chorus]
Every single thing I do
Never sitting right with you
Damn, this doesn't feel right
Yeah there's a fire in me about to ignite
[Chorus]
So don't be so dramatic (Don't be so dramatic)
I can't hear you through the static
Of your broken record complaints
You love a good debate
But I don't wanna fight anymore
So don't be so dramatic (Don't be so dramatic)
Boy it's cinematic
The way that you slam every door
Broken glass all over the floor
And what for, yeah
[Verse 2]
So blown out of proportion
I see that you're distorting every word I say
To help you play your victim game, so yes
Yeah you can be the winner (yeah you can be the winner now)
And no I ain't a quitter
But there isn't a prize
That can justify me losing precious peace of mind
[Pre-Chorus]
Got me staring in the mirror
But it don't get any clearer
Damn, it's like I always lose
Think I'm about to blow a fuse
[Chorus]
So don't be so dramatic (Don't be so dramatic)
I can't hear you through the static
Of your broken record complaints
You love a good debate
But I don't wanna fight anymore
So don't be so dramatic (Don't be so dramatic)
Boy it's cinematic
The way that you slam every door
Broken glass all over the floor
And what for, yeah
[Bridge]
Boy you've been waxing poetic
And really it's kinda pathetic
The way you've been running your mouth
Like we're going south
I'm out here waiting for rain in a drought
Go on and roll the credits
Cause this film is over now
Don't care about closure now
You know where the door is
So go ahead see yourself out, ha
[Chorus]
So don't be so dramatic (Don't be so dramatic)
I can't hear you through the static
Of your broken record complaints
You love a good debate
But I don't wanna fight anymore
So don't be so dramatic (Don't be so dramatic)
Boy it's cinematic
The way that you slam every door
Broken glass all over the floor
And what for, yeah |
4,388,298 | How It Goes | pop | [Verse 1]
The clock is ticking and I don't know where I'm going
I try to hide it but lately it's been showing
All of my friends, they seem to not be as important
'Cause I grew up and moved away and got a boyfriend
I think about it when I'm laying on the carpet
I stretch my arms out and pretend that I'm exhausted
I know I need to get a job and an apartment
I'm just stuck
[Chorus]
And that's just how it goes
I wanted to grow up fast when you said take it slow
Just want you to know that I'm on my own now
But I'm finding my way home
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I catch myself just drowning in the memories
I think about what life was like when I was sixteen
Driving around with all my friends and no worries
I fell asleep and then woke up and now I'm married
My days are long but I've been happier than ever
Hard to believe that everyday I'm getting better
Started to feel the weight lifted off of my shoulders
Time moves fast
[Chorus]
But that's just how it goes
I wanted to grow up fast when you said take it slow
Just want you to know that I'm on my own now
But I'm finding my way home
That's just how it goes
I wanted to grow up fast when you said take it slow
Just want you to know that I'm on my own now
But I'm finding my way home |
4,388,299 | Intoxicated | rap | [Hook]
He done fucked her up and now she love intoxication
Good boys ain't no fun cuz she likes life too dangerous
Hooked up last night but she forgot what his name is
Nights can’t go to waste now she a world class rager
She likes getting drunk and waking up right next to strangers
Popping pills like no tomorrow she don't want a savior
She said let me hit it she likes all kinds of flavors
She told me I don't love him but he’s my favorite
[Verse 1]
Alone forever
I don't wanna be alone forever
Fuck me up
Just one timе how bout we stay together
Fill my cup
If I changе then will I make it better
I want love
I don't say it but it's you I treasure
Tear yourself apart and that is something I don't wanna see
You make it hard to breathe
Intoxicated in my dreams
You must've slipped me something that shit putting me to sleep
You like to get away
You are someone I can't keep
[Hook]
He done fucked her up and now she love intoxication
Good boys ain't no fun cuz she likes life too dangerous
Hooked up last night but she forgot what his name is
Nights can’t go to waste now she a world class rager
She likes getting drunk and waking up right next to strangers
Popping pills like no tomorrow she don’t want a savior
She said let me hit it she likes all kinds of flavors
She told me I don't love him but he’s my favorite
[Verse 2]
Let me take control
Imma lose my soul
Imma curse your name
Make you love me more
Boy what'd you do last night
Oh wow you stayed at home
I'll show you what I like
Then ghost you I don't know
This ain’t my first time
Have you done this before
Make you believe I'm nice
But you'll end up alone
I do this shit for fun so don't stop me I'll tell you no
To me you're just another guy
[Hook]
He done fucked her up and now she love intoxication
Good boys ain't no fun cuz she likes life too dangerous
Hooked up last night but she forgot what his name is
Nights can't go to waste now she a world class rager
She likes getting drunk and waking up right next to strangers
Popping pills like no tomorrow she don't want a savior
She said let me hit it she likes all kinds of flavors
She told me I don't love him but he's my favorite |
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