Hey, baby When did we let the fire die? When did it go wrong Between you and I? Can we make it Damn sure gotta try Now, baby I know you were raised a good Catholic girl Don’t you think there’s so much You missed out in this world You feel guilty. That’s comin’ from above But sometimes, you
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Play this song [Intro: Doctur Dot] Yeah [Chorus: Doctur Dot] Good God, so stressed Perfect day to drink tequila Guess I’ll see you when I see you Oh, nah I’ma make you a believer Oh, adios Guess I’ll see you when I see you Good God, more stressed Perfect day to drink tequila Guess I’ll see you when I
I’m just tryna dance my troubles away Throw up my problems like money But I can’t stop crying on the dancefloor No, I can’t stop crying on the dancefloor I’m just tryna move, but you’re in my way Everywhere I look, I see your face No, I can’t stop crying on the dancefloor No, I
I am the magnificent I’m backed by the shack of a soul boss Most turnin’ stormin’ sound o’soul I am W, O, O, O And I’m still up here again Hey Work, work, work, work, work Work, work, work, work, work, work Build it up one time Work it on baby Mush, mush, mush, mush
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featuring Ebenezer Girl, your loving is way too dangerous Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas You want party favours Are there any takers? Cause girl you party like you’re in Vegas Yeah yeah yeah You’re getting in free, you didn’t even bring your ID and you got work in the morning But you
[Verse 1: T-Pain] You might see my baby in the trap, gettin’ shit I wanna see, elbows hangin’ out the window (hangin’ out the window) Man, I super love this bitch Niggas hatin’ on your boy ’cause they know I got a winner ( know got a winner) Got a winner and I get up
I am the magnificent, I’m backed by the shack of a soul Boss most turnin’, stormin’ sound o’soul I am W-O-O-O, and I’m still up here again, hey (Work, work, work, work, work, Work, work, work, work, work, work) Build it up one time Work it on baby, mush, mush, mush, mush Hit me one
[TIRON] 3 in the morning On my mind like I don’t even mind it Model in my mind, yeah Am I dreaming or maybe I’m too high Good God you’re my goddess Killer, killer, killing If I hit ya would you pick your phone up? And if I’m with ya would you put your phone
KENDRICK LAMARPoetic Justice Lyrics Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Tell ’em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood I’m talking ’bout dark room, perfume Go, go! I
Wanna be a bad guy in a silent film, Lit up by candles and the space between the shadows. I wouldn’t have to say nothing, or sound mean I just wouldn’t smile or look too pleased… They can’t all be good, my guess better than they should, What if sorrows swim. Good God I’m gonna
Okay, guess who’s back, back again Shady’s back, tell a friend Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright stop, pajama time Come here little kiddies on my lap Guess who’s back with a brand new rap And I don’t
The one good thing in my life Has gone away I don’t know why She’s gone away I don’t know where Somewhere I can’t follow her The one good thing didn’t stay too long Woo who who who My back was turned and she was gone Hey hey hey Good thing Where have you gone
[Hook: Jamila Woods + Chance The Rapper] I’m gon’ praise Him, praise Him ’til I’m gone I’m gon’ praise Him, praise Him ’til I’m gone When the praises go up, the blessings come down When the praises go up, the blessings come down It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap It seems like
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[Verse 1] My lover’s got humour She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval Should’ve worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak Fresh poison each week “We were born sick,” you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells