Month: August 2019

Witt Lowry – Oxygin Lyrics

I know you think I’m lyin’, I said this to you before
This time I’m fuckin’ ready, it’s time to show you the door
This life is mine and never was yours! [Chorus]
I’ve been lyin’, I’ve been sayin’ I’m fine
But I’ve been feelin’ low and I don’t know why
Another night, I feel empty inside
Now bottle after bottle of whatever I find
Feel the weight lift off me
Someone tell my mom I’m sorry
I don’t wanna lie, I’ve been losin’ my mind
They tell me “Take a pill” until I feel alright Play this song
[Verse 1]
I know I need to learn to live with all the things I can’t change
I hate the fact that I feel nothing or I’m reeling in pain
I need to shake this fucking habit, so I try, but I can’t
And I look down on all the addicts when we’re one and the same
Remember back, I’m pushin’ twenty, those were simpler times
That’s when we met, and ever since you’re never far from my mind
I broke my ankle playin’ ball, and so it’s you I’m prescribed
And even through all of the pain, you make me feel I could fly
A couple weeks, and now you’re gone and now I’m feelin’ distress
I always wanted to feel something, maybe nothing is best
My friends and family started question if I’m feelin’ depressed
But I don’t really give a damn, just put me back on the meds
I’ve been lost in my head
My homie Jack said he dealt with the same shit
He said he started drinkin’ to deal with the pain quick
All you need is a fifth and it’s cool to remain lit
So he handed me a bottle, said, “Take about eight sips”
I’m faded, but I wanna feel straight numb
So I drink the rest of the bottle, liquor burnin’ my gums
Woke up the next day at around a quarter to one
My peers would say that “Man I had fun—right?”
[Chorus]
I’ve been lyin’, I’ve been sayin’ I’m fine
But I’ve been feeling low and I don’t know why
Another night, I feel empty inside
Now bottle after bottle of whatever I find
Feel the weight lift off me
Someone tell my mom I’m sorry
I don’t wanna lie, I’ve been losin’ my mind
They tell me “Take a pill” until I feel alright
[Verse 2]
The present day been feelin’ sick, think I’m just bidin’ my time
I take a shot of somethin’ strong to keep that shit off my mind
All my friends started families and they left you behind
And here I am drinkin’ any can or bottle I find
My body took you in as blood and so we’re never apart
Some real shit, you the closest someone’s been to my heart
But just like everything I love, you fuckin’ tear me apart
Just like everything I love, you fuckin’ tear me apart
I wanna be there for my son, daughter, wife—I mean my ex-wife now
I guess that time really flies when you’re drunk on the couch
I wanna shake this fuckin’ habit, I just don’t know how
So you would love to see me sick until I almost drown
And so you keep me on the brink of barely livin’ and death
As long as I’m alive, yeah, you know you’re gettin’ my cheque
You pray my son and daughter will follow me in my steps
You’ll create our loves a fact that I’m broke and broken and dead
Can go a day without food, I can’t go a day without you
When I try, I get the shakes ’til my face turnes blue
Lost my job, wife, life for a bottle of booze
You promised you would make me happy, we know that’s not true
I tried every drug in the book, but they never hit me the same
I told my doc that I’m down, he put some pills in my name
It doesn’t matter the problem, the fix is always the same
Always takin’ the easy route, like I’m never willin’ to change, damn
Now blamin’ everybody but me
With you inside my system, everybody used to love me
But now my friends, family, my kids, they can’t even trust me
Been losin’ all my control and I let you fuckin’ become me
No more! I said no fuckin’ more!

Categories: Music

SiR – La Lisa Lyrics

(Can’t believe this)
I bet he don’t even write his songs
Talkin’ ’bout, talkin’ ’bout he the king of RnB
That nigga can’t even move like Usher
Ain’t Chris workin’ on something? Play this song
[Verse 1: SiR]
No, it ain’t a question, not even an issue
Nobody knows you like I know ya’
You grew up on Queen Street, your dad is a gangsta’
But he’s gettin’ rolled up
You’re was in love with the street life
Used to seein’ niggas [?] the heath right
Live parties and street fights
Hangin’ with the players, got caught in the game
Now you in need of seating, but ain’t we all the same
I thought if we make it out alive
You might give you part to my side
Guess we’ll have to wait and see
If you’ll find your way to me
[Chorus: SiR]
La Lisa
La Lisa
La Lisa
I need ya’
[Verse 2: Smino]
Right, I’ma stack these up right
That’s my cuz, so he gangbang
But I don’t claim shit, nah, no baggage
Not even a briefcase, you’re more street than me, but
Don’t leave me [?] out this way
Get a little ratchet, stay over color, your box
Don’t tell your daddy, he might go crayola
Hurry up and come outside
I got the wheel parked, it’s ’bout to get dark
I’m talkin’ Weasley, and we out West, you know it be
Sit these niggas on your block
And I can’t do dolo this time, on a solo this time like CeCe
[?] no whinin’
I ain’t finna’ play with you, I’m tryna skate with you
Like T.I. [?] on the cops late at night like Fatlib
I’m fallin’, she got used to them [?] she a [?]
Darlin’, Miss Lisa, she a moaner
So bad, put your ass in the moment
Yes, put that on my momma
Pour more wet, it’s a moment
She finally took to my house
And threw it back like [?], it made me speak portuguese
Didn’t even know I could
We wanted this for a while
We keep it between you and me, capice, Lisa
[Chorus: SiR]
La Lisa
La Lisa
La Lisa
I need ya’
[Outro]
I can’t belive this nigga ain’t call me back
Ol’ Chief Keef head ass, Michelle Pfeiffer of 8 Mile lookin’ head ass
He ain’t call me back? (He trippin’) Mhmm
I thought we had a good time
Well I had a good time, that we was fire bro

Categories: Music

Britney Spears – Me Against The Music (Passengerz vs The Club Mix) Lyrics

From the tip of my toes
Runnin’ through my veins
And now it’s your turn
Let me see what you got, don’t hesitate
(Uh, uh, uh)
All on the floor
Let me see you da-
(Dance!)
All wanting more
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
All round and round
Let me see you da-
(Dance!)
All in the crowd
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
(Uh, uh, uh)
All on the floor
Let me see you da-
(Dance all night)
All wanting more
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
(All night long, all night)
All round and round
Let me see you da-
All in the crowd
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
(Da-)
(All night long)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(All night)
(All night long)
(Ah)
(All night)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh, uh)
(Ah)
Dance! Play this song
(Ah, ah)
Uh (uh-uh, uh)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh)
Gotta keep it that bass
(All night long, all night)
(All night long, all night)
(Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uh)
Work your body (body)
(Ah)
Work your body (body, body)
(All night long, all night)
(All night long, all night)
(Ah, ah)
Work your body (body)
Work your body (body, body)
(Are you ready?)
And no one cares
It’s flippin’ my hair, it’s pullin’ my waist
To hell with stares
The sweat is drippin’ all over my face
And no one’s there
I’m the only one dancin’ up in this place
Tonight I’m here
Feel the beat of the drum
Gotta keep it that bass
I’m…
(I’mma take you on)
(I’mma take you on)
All on the floor
Let me see you dance
(Dance!)
All wanting more
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
All round and round
Let me see you dance
(Dance!)
All in the crowd
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
(Uh, uh, uh)
All on the floor
Let me see you da-
(Dance all night)
All wanting more
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
(All night long, all night)
All round and round
Let me see you da-
All in the crowd
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
(Uh, uh, uh)
Work your body (body)
(I’mma take you on)
(I’mma take you on)
Work your body (body)
(All night long, all night)
Work your body (body)
We’re almost there
I’m feelin’ it bad and I can’t explain
My soul is bare
My hips are movin’ at a rapid pace
Can you feel it burn? All on the floor
Let me see you da-
(Da-)
All wanting more
Let me see you da-
(Dance!)
All round and round
Let me see you da-
(Uh, uh, uh)
All in the crowd
Let me see you da-
(Dance all night)
All on the floor
Let me see you da-
(All night long, all night)
All wanting more
Let me see you dance
(Da-)
All round and round
Let me see you da-
All in the crowd
Let me see you da-
(Uh, uh, uh)
Work your body (body)
Work your body (body, body)
(All night long, all night)
(All night long, all night)
(Ah)
Work your body (body)
(Ah)
(I’mma take you on)
(I’mma take you on)
Work your body (body, body)
(Dance all night)
(D-dance a-all n-night)
(Night, night)
(All night long)
(All night long, all night)
(Ah)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Ah)
(I’mma take you on)
(I’mma take you on)
(Ah, ah)

Categories: Music

Shy Glizzy – Profanity Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
La música de Harry Fraud
[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions
[Verse 1]
Thought that I was big ’til she looked in my eyes
Somebody said it’s pride, with these niggas, gotta lie
I’m way out in the wide, just with a vibe
Got a thick girl choppin’ weed, yeah, just like a tide
I knew that you was fake, though, you shouldn’t have played, though
It always be your day one, one day, betray you
Tell ’em I take cash only, bitch, I got caseloads
My bitch, she get nasty for me, I gotta nail ho
Plain jane cost a bag, but I don’t like to brag
I only bought the Skydweller to make a nigga mad
Damn, they turned the back on me, made that choice too fast
I’m ballin’ like an athlete, now they lookin’ sad
[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions
[Verse 2]
Shawty, she a diva, told me her secrets
They used to call me Quisey when I was leakin’
I tapped a lil’ chica, she Puerto Rican
Saks Fifth and Neimans, yeah, that my weakness
Put up five mil’ for my son
I’m tryna put up five mil’ for my mom
Big house on the hill what I want
So when 12 come I can drop the F-bomb
And tell your ex come, she can bring her best friend
If I loan you money, gotta pay me extra
When my niggas ride, they don’t even dress up
We don’t even let you slide in the fuckin’ Tesla, oh
[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

Categories: Music

Shy Glizzy – Ohana Lyrics

Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna
[Outro]
Ohana means family Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna
[Verse 2]
Yeah, shout out my mama, love you to death
She had two soldiers, we gon’ be vets
I got my grannies tatted on my chest
So you can see that shit when I put on my vest
Oh, nah, they couldn’t be real with me
That’s why I had to cut off all my liabilities
God said I’m special, He gave a gift to me
He also gave me all these damn responsibilities
I’m tryna be bigger, I gotta go harder
And I gotta push Zeke to make sure he go even farther
I’m off the coast way by the water
Now I’m an uncle, my lil’ brother got a daughter
[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor? Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
La música de Harry Fraud
Ohana, yeah
[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor? Yeah, I love my granny so much, she had my mama
And my auntie super supportive, that’s my Ohana
My lil’ brother used to play sports, now he a robber
Mama, she was cryin’ in court, got out, worked harder
You know what I’m doin’ this for, for my Ohana
Everything is for my lil’ boy, be what you wanna
[Verse 1]
Remember when they couldn’t stand us, now we got millions
I told my niggas time to man up, ’cause we got children
Niggas thought I was lyin’ when I said all my uncles killing
Last time I checked my bloodline, you wasn’t la familia
You dragged me through the mud, girl, really thought this shit was deeper
I’m tired of all this fake love, damn, I miss my auntie Neeka
I was on the block with a four-five Glock and a half a pound of reefer
Waitin’ on a nigga to throw me the rock just like a wide receiver
Niggas talkin’ a whole lot of nonsense, that don’t mean none’ to me
Set examples for my lil’ cousins, they lookin’ up to me
Every time I see an opp they tryna say what’s up to me
Like a nigga ain’t just spin the block and give ’em a buck fifty
[Chorus]
I ain’t had nobody teach me right, streets took my father
The judge gave my cousin life, the fuck you mean, your honor?

Categories: Music

Lana Del Rey – Love Song (With the right lyrics) Lyrics

Is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are? [Hook]
Oh, be my once in a lifetime
Lying on your chest
In my party dress
I’m a fucking mess, but I
Oh, thanks for the high life
Baby, you’s the best
Passed the test and yes
Now I’m here with you and I
[Chorus]
Would like to think that you would stick around
You know that I just die to make you proud
The taste, the touch, the way we love
It all comes down to make the sound of our love song
[Outro]
The taste, the touch, the way we love
It all comes down to make the sound of our love song Play this song
[Verse 1]
In the car, in the car, in the backseat I’m your baby
We go fast, we go so fast we don’t move
I believe in a place you take me
Make you real proud of your baby
In your car, I’m a star and I’m burning through you
In your car, I’m a star and I’m burning through you
[Hook]
Oh, be my once in a lifetime
Lying on your chest
In my party dress
I’m a fucking mess, but I
Oh, thanks for the high life
Baby, you’s the best
Passed the test and yes
Now I’m here with you and I
[Chorus]
Would like to think that you would stick around
You know that I just die to make you proud
The taste, the touch, the way we love
It all comes down to make the sound of our love song
[Verse 2]
Dream a dream, use the scene, touch me anywhere ‘cause I’m your baby
Grab my waist, don’t waste any part
I believe that you see me for who I am
So spill my clothes on the floor of your new car
Is it safe, is it safe to just be who we are?

Categories: Music

BONES – BodyCloseToMine Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I wanna feel your body close to mine
First time I met you
Your beauty almost made me pine
Now all I want is your body close to mine
I swear on everything
I will do you right
Let’s take it slow baby
I’m gonna take my time
On you tonight, baby
Underneath the candle light
Let’s get this fire started
Told me one more lie
Now we’re beyond the line
I am on cloud nine
Whenever I hear you
Your voice brings me life
Every time you’re speaking
I dropped all my pride
You got my guard down
Run my hands down your spine
Now you got chills, baby
I’ll keep you warm tonight
No, don’t be scared, baby
[Verse 2]
You don’t have to tell me twice about how you feel
I feel the same, I feel the same
You don’t have to tell our friends about what we do
We’ll keep this between me and you
[Bridge]
Oh woah oh woah
Oh woah oh woah
Oh woah oh woah
Oh woah oh woah
[Verse 3]
What you wanna do, I’ve been thinking about it
Taste the roses in the parking lot, we could be outtie
Back to my pad, we can relax
Feet up in front of the fireplace
Pour you a glass and we could drink
Or we could smoke
Whatever your preference, baby girl
The world is yours
[Chorus]
Body close to mine (You know I want that)
Body close to mine (You know I need that)
Body close to mine (You know I want that)
Body close to mine (You know I need that)

Categories: Music

BONES – 48843 Lyrics

Backroad look I only conversate on burners
White fire make you burn
Chains drag I know you heard us, bitch
Stop, drop, lean with it rock
Snappin’ like Dem Franchize Boyz on the block
Always in search of a brighter day
Shoot up the roof and ride away
They said it couldn’t be done
But best believe BONES will find a way
Best believe BONES will find a way
They said it couldn’t be done
But best believe BONES will find a way I’m Rudy Ruettiger I’ll put you on ya back
And now the doctor gotta suture
Yeah, I’m loaded but won’t shoot at ya
Got a razor in my boot for ya
I throw them bows like Luda (uh)
We pull up, change the temperature
Real motherfucker, you disloyal
I put you on, embrace you as a brother
You’d be spoiled
Every song a coil in my mind’s turmoil
When they put me in the soil, I’mma make the coffin boil
Floorboards creakin’
You in your room sleepin’
Deadboys silent
We lurkin’, we creepin’
Now back up on ya head, bitch
Hit a sweep like the feds bitch
Four double eight four three, motherfuck glory
I do this shit so when I die again, nobody mourn me
Too cashed, I’m soaring
All year you tourin’
Your label needs money and your family needs supportin’
[Verse 2]
It’s Mr. Play this song
[Intro]
SESH
[Verse 1]
Who’s the wildman now?

Categories: Music

Lil Tecca – Shots Lyrics

Nigga, you ain’t even have a clue
‘Cause I got shottas on me
Sending shots, sending shots, the doctor on me
Better run, better run, the coppers on me, yeah Nigga, you ain’t even have a clue
‘Cause I got shottas on me
Sending shots, sending shots, the doctor on me
Better run, better run, the coppers on me, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I know, yeah, I know
Got bad bitches come wherever I go
Married to the money, I can’t cheat with no ho
Nigga run up on me, guarantee we gon’ blow
I ain’t helping nobody, if you ask me, it’s a no
If I tell you that I love you, better keep it on the low
I got places that I’m really tryna go
So if you’re down for the ride, let me know
Hollow chase a nigga, never chase opps
I committed to money, I never chase thots
And I’m attracted to guala so I’ma chase guap
Yeah, and I’m attracted to guala so I’ma chase guap
[Interlude]
Yeah, ooh, with the shits
Niggas, they be talkin’, we gon’ shoot
Got your bitch
Shawty said she love me, I don’t really love her
[Chorus]
Yeah, ooh, I got hella niggas with the shits
Nigga run up on me, all my niggas ’bout to shoot
Talking on the ‘Gram, catch a deuce
We can get in tune, nigga, what you wanna do? Nigga, you ain’t even have a clue
‘Cause I got shottas on me
Sending shots, sending shots, the doctor on me
Better run, better run, the coppers on me, yeah
Ooh, I got hella niggas with the shits
Nigga run up on me, all my niggas ’bout to shoot
Talking on the ‘Gram, catch a deuce
We can get in tune, nigga, what you wanna do? Play this song
[Intro]
Internet Money, bitch
We love you, Tecca
[Chorus]
Yeah, ooh, I got hella niggas with the shits
Nigga run up on me, all my niggas ’bout to shoot
Talking on the ‘Gram, catch a deuce
We can get in tune, nigga, what you wanna do?

Categories: Music

Lil Tecca – Sidenote Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys
[Verse 1]
Uh, they statin’ opinions like niggas, like Reddit
Hit ’em with that slow gun, I had to go steady
And it’s us vers’ the world, lil’ baby, you ready? I can see in your vibes, as soon as you meant it
And this life is a test, you better not test it
I’m ahead of these niggas like I’m playin’ chess
And bro got the Glock, he gon’ aim at your chesty
If he spray, he gon’ make you organic like pesties
The brand never switched up on me, that’s my bestie
Fuck all you niggas, y’all niggas is messy
She wanna kick it, kick it like Jet Li
Catch us a soul, I know that you feel me
I’m gettin’ this green, you know that I’m healthy
And they all on my
And then she be like, “God, oh my”
Every day and them niggas switch on my life
[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys
[Verse 2]
She like, hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it lil’ bit
Tecca Vercetti, I like your lil’ drip
Shawty, you buggin’, I got the big drip
I just made a song by the postal, lil’ snitch
And I just got a check, that’s more money to flip
Don’t fuck with your energy, I had to dip
Simple nigga, Apple Watch my wrist
I got BAPE on my body, Simons on my hip
How you hate on a nigga obsessed how you live? Boy you messy, you might need a bib
And you gotta move ghost, niggas watch how you live
I took it as a sign, they told me I’m different
Fell love in my stuff, I was paintin’ a picture
Nah, that shit ain’t the same, lil’ bitch, I be distant
Show me the signs, I ‘member I missed it
Yeah, ‘member I missed it
[Chorus]
I just be chasin’ my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I’m gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she mad I’m on
I just be mixin’ the BAPE with Vlone
I wish that some niggas would leave me alone
Use to finesse the niggas, now singin’ C notes
Now they callin’ my phone, I’m busy, lil’ bro
Ha, fuck your opinion, that’s a side note
Your main bitch, that’s my side ho
Shout out my bitch, my die or rider
I hit her, she singin’ like Mariah
Be me and fuck a cougar
I got better taste, nigga, fuck what you learned
I just took your ho ’cause she say I’m too nice
You said you want beef, nigga, go to Five Guys

Categories: Music