Day: September 20, 2019

Bryan Adams – Run To You Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
She says her love for me could never die
But that’d change if she ever found out about you and I
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Oh, but her love is cold
Wouldn’t hurt her if she didn’t know, cause
When it gets too much
I need to feel your touch
[Alternate Chorus]
I’m gonna run to you
I’m gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling’s right I’m gonna run all night
I’m gonna run to you
[Verse 2]
She’s got a heart of gold, she’d never let me down
But you’re the one that always turns me on, you keep me comin’ ’round
[Pre-Chorus 2]
I know her love is true
But it’s so damn easy makin’ love to you
I got my mind made up
I need to feel your touch
[Chorus]
I’m gonna run to you
Yeah, I’m gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling’s right I’m gonna stay all night
I’m gonna run to you
Yeah, I’m gonna run to you
Oh, when the feeling’s right I’m gonna run all night
I’m gonna run to you
[Interlude]
When the feeling’s right
Ooohh
[Chorus]
Oh, I’m gonna run to you
Yeah, I’m gonna run to you
Cause when the feeling’s right I’m gonna stay all night
I’m gonna run to you
[Outro]
Oh, I’m gonna run to you
Yeah, when the feeling’s right I’m gonna stay all night
Oh, when the feeling’s right now
Oh, yeah, when the feeling’s right now
I’m gonna run to you
Oh, oh
Yeah, I’m gonna run to you
Yeah, now
Oh, I’m gonna run to you, run to you
Yeah, I’m gonna run to you

Categories: Music

Pop Smoke – War Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1: Pop Smoke]
If I want it Imma grab it
If I want it Imma have it
Christian Dior
Christian Dior
I’m up in all this lust
[Hook: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
And we all living lavish
If I want it Imma have it
[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
My niggas wit’ it
Money floor, run up them digits
I know niggas mad that we did it
Say it, we live it
Morals, we’ll never forget it
I ever get booked Imma cricket
Get it and flip it
Henny right here Imma sip it
You try me it’s shots at your biscuit
24 hip it
Imma just 24 hip it ’cause bro said don’t ever forget it
Gang with me
Anywhere I pop out know the thang with me
Every nigga here with me gon’ bang with me
Try your luck and bro goin’ insane with me
Bodies dropping that shit ain’t a thing to me
Smokin’ deadies I’m rollin’ up lame niggas
Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
[?] we leave the remains, nigga
Surely business ain’t playin’ no games
Fuck all this fame, nigga
You will get flamed, nigga
Don’t you front I got aim, nigga
I sold homis that fuck with my brain, nigga
I be feelin’ like goin’ insane, nigga
I just got me a check now my chain bigger
You gon’ die for the stain, nigga
When you sent me the addy I came, nigga
Only me and my main niggas
You ain’t really for static don’t play, nigga
We could hit you today, nigga
If you makin’ your bed better lay, nigga
There ain’t too much to say, nigga
[Hook: Pop Smoke]
I make a call (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo! Woo!)
I make a call, it’s war
And nigga you can check the score
We up on the board (Woo!

Categories: Music

Mick Jenkins – Percy Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Mick Jenkins]
Yeah, I’m smoking by myself
Yeah, I’m smoking by myself
Yeah, I’m smoking by my fucking lonely
[Verse 1]
Percy Jackson got the light, these niggas don’t want action
Whole new era, all I see is capping
Sporting waves, no stocking cap
[?] but I got flows to kill a mockingbird
I drop some verbs and niggas asked what happened
They see the growth then ask me bout a shortcut
If you don’t get the fuck
Go split a blunt and come with way more guts
They talk beef, we seek choice pork cuts
I’m screaming fuck 12, need white blood cells
I’m too sick with the pen like dumbell
I move heavyweight
Smoking out the P with my mans in his Chevy waiting on our cue to go
Weed residue all on my cuticles, I been grinding
Paper cuts all on my fingertips, been taking my time
Counting the digits, the relationship is strictly platonic though
Couldn’t love the money if a young nigga wanted to
Gotta love the struggle, it’s the hustle I’m drawn into
Flipped a old school and it didn’t need no 22’s
This a Percy, I ain’t passing a blunt to who
All my niggas came with their own trees rolled
You must not be my nigga, nigga be gone
[Interlude: Mick Jenkins]
This one’s a personal
I’m smoking by myself
Uh, I’m smoking by my fucking lonely
Yeah, I’m smoking by myself
Uh, I’m smoking by my fucking lonely
[Verse 2: Qari]
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Roll scavenger flows, it’s gold lavender
Flower from the [?] so I smoke with no amateurs
Chief [?] green from Canada
Brodie still on paper so you waiting while we ran it up
Pass it to myself, I’m in the foreign in pajamas
[?] where gorillas keep bananas, keep the phantom tucked
See this got me paranoid as fuck, I don’t know who to trust
Smoking by myself cause I don’t give a fuck
These days I’m [?] reason with these heathens
You can tell I’m from the fire breathing breed
Light speed, Godspeed
[?] tree
I be smoking by myself
I be feeling like a G
I be feeling like I’m God
I be wondering if he feeling like me
Percy Jackson never had no trouble with the sea
With the wave, with the deep
Niggas slaves, niggas sheep
Ain’t pass it to these niggas so pass the shit to me
Pass it I don’t need it keep it moving I’m with free
[Outro]
This one’s a personal
This it for me, this it for me, this it for me
I’m smoking by myself

Categories: Music

Playboi Carti – Skeleton Lyrics

Where the hell we goin’? Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first ’cause I don’t know
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain’t my ho (Hol’ up)
Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain’t my ho (Slatt)
Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh), gone
Hit them bullets right-right to your dome
[Chorus]
Whole lotta red, uh, whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head), nigga, you dead
I don’t give a fuck ’bout a nigga, kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K, that’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch and some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol’ up, and some brand new ends, hol’ up
Got a brand new coupe, uh, that’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh, skeleton, hol’ up
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
Whole lotta red, uh, whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head), nigga, you dead
I don’t give a fuck ’bout a nigga, kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K, that’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch and some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol’ up, and some brand new ends, hol’ up
Got a brand new coupe, uh, that’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh, skeleton, hol’ up Play this song
[Chorus]
Whole lotta red, uh, whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head), nigga, you dead
I don’t give a fuck ’bout a nigga, kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K, that’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch and some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hol’ up, and some brand new ends, hol’ up
Got a brand new coupe, uh, that’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh, skeleton, hol’ up (What?)
[Verse 1]
Bitty ho, uh (What?)
That’s a bust down, huh
Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)
Shawty come ’round, huh (What?)
Shawty know (Uh)
Ain’t a nigga I trust (Yeah)
I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)
Bullets, they rush (Yeah)
I turned that ho to a slut (Ah)
Shawty gon’ fuck (Ayy)
We pour that four in the stut
I wanna fuck this shit up
I’m goin’ too fast, what the fuck?

Categories: Music