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Third Eye Blind – The Dying Blood Lyrics

Talk about sex
It sounds like violence, it sounds like harm
Rugged to a fault with the combat charm
You could never hear me though
A dying blood

How I feel and say, feel and say typically
Here I am moved by the people who reject me
But I can’t be fucked to tell
Or give up the search to find it
A dying blood

(A dying blood)
I feel slick and clean like the city after rain
Like New York City, back to life again
Like that painting in Paris when we could do anything

Can you remind me
How to squeeze?
Get through to you
A bar with my beer
A dying blood

Can we get in a rush again
To tell the truth and find a moment in a photo booth?
Can you teach me how?
Can you remind me?

A dying blood

That’s burning and broken, sick in the sky
Turns to color of piss, I mean dead ash sky
Vaseline all mixed with a hellfire glow
A dying blood

Simple pleasures
Like fucking strangers
How to chitchat, I can’t remember
Can you tell me how to be friends without being exhausted?
(A dying blood)

He got you pregnant on the night you met
Full year pandemic and you don’t regret it
Well, I better get used to trusting some mistakes
The dying blood

A dying blood

No more
Going through days like a stand-in
No more
Craving escape, when you know that there’s nowhere to go
Been blowing up during that time
Beat it up till you don’t know

A dying blood

And hope fades
Until I can’t remember
And hope fades
(A dying blood)
Till I can’t remember
A dying blood

A dying blood
A dying blood
A dying blood

Westside Gunn – Munch Lyrics

[Intro]
Honestly we’re out of gas
So? What are we gonna do now?
Conductor

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, so many niggas I love got life (Life)
So I’ma just rock all my ice (Ice)
Drive McLaren, why your bitch keep starin’? (Skrrt)
Keith Haring (Ah), a week in Paris, I’m out in Paris
Dice games at the Eiffel, you know how life go (Ah)
I came home, violated, you know the cycle
Fiends hit the dough through funnel like she seen Michael (Hee-hee)
This that black Jesus hangin’ in your mother livin’ room, Christ flow
Might get a fiend rental ’cause the night slow (Skrrt)
Spin a few blocks, and grab the ooh-wop
COs block and lock the cells down, go make my doo-wop
Don’t get your crew shot (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)
Chewy got a G.I.A. certified stone in his nose, you’d think he 2Pac
I’m at the juice spot (Juice spot)
Ayo, DOOM said all caps (Ah), I’m in your bushes in all black
At Bal Harbour, we the mall rats
Goyard store with the MAC, full matte (Brr, brr, ah)
Gucci floormat, this shit raw rap, you ain’t even all that (Uh uh)
My Blood homie rockin’ stars on him like rob the store back
Lemon pepper hot mix, all flats, you never wore that (Uh uh, ah)

[Verse 2: Tiona Deniece]
‘Cause how many days you got in front of ya?
Live the way you wanna
‘Cause how many days you got in front of ya?
‘Cause we gon’ get paid until the summer’s up
‘Cause it’s all love (All love, all love)
Said it’s all love (All love, yeah)
It’s all love, father forgive him
And I pray for those that try to offend me
Lord knows that I brought it with me
(Conductor, we have a problem) On God, I’ll leave it empty

[Outro]
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem

G-Eazy – Time Lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
April 27th, 2019
I hope you hear, I hope this reaches you, uh
All the money in the world, I can’t find where they selling time
One button, that rewind, I’m just taking sip of this wine, let me catch you up
It’s been some time, let’s me catch you up
Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I don’t know where to start
But something told me, write this down and just speak from the heart
It’s been fourteen years since I found you all alone in the dark
But losin’ you brought us together when it could’ve tore us apart
Mom still ain’t good, she misses you, shе thinks ’bout you daily
We got a dog after you passed, and shе nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such is life, this story’s real, it’s not a movie by Disney
She’ll probably tell you I wrote a song and put your story inside it, fuck
I forgot to tell you, I’m like famous rapper now
Signed a record deal, I made all of my dreams come true
I toured the world, made platinums albums, and I still stayed true
It’s so much to catch up on now as I think out loud
When you passed, I was fuckin’ up, still I was a problem child
But we had promises to each other, yeah, I swore and I vowed
I went to college, I graduated, I would’ve made you proud
I’m ’bout to turn thirty, James is ’bout to turn twenty-seven
He’s findin’ himself still, but I know he’ll find out in a second
He graduated from the same school that I went to in NOLA
He lives right up the street from moms, it’s crazy as he’s gotten older
He’s matured beyond his years, he’s the best I guy I know
I find the older I get, it’s like the less that I know
This world’s confusin’, sometimes I feel all depressed, filled with gloom
The more and more I understand why you had to hide in that room, fuck
It’s been some time since I had someone I could tell this shit
Celebrity life is full of everyone expectin’ shit
In 2019, life is crazy, and it’s evident, wait
You won’t believe this part but Trump was the president

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
And Leo finally got his Oscar after all
And the Warriors were finally the best team in basketball
Anyways that’s all for now, I’ll keep it short and sweet
I’ll save the rest until the next time we meet (I miss you, Melissa)

[Chorus: Matthew Shultz]
I found peace
Hope this moment’s brief
Shaded memories
I can hardly speak
I found peace (In our/all dreams)
I just grit my teeth
Through teary eyes, I see
Smiling back at me
I found peace

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Yeah, uh
Been seven months since you left
Some nights it hits me harder than others, that’s when I get depressed
I play your shit, but I had to stop readin’ old texts
I shed tears, sometimes still, fuck it, I’ve been a mess
Knowin’ myself, I was too proud to ever tell this to you
But since you popped out first, I used to be a lil’ jealous of you
I used to hate sometimes, Jameel said, “That’s not healthy of you”
But I was broke and unsuccessful, what you expect me to do?
See us, two white boys rappin’, felt like they would always compare us
Except you sell out shows across the world from Oakland to Paris
And I was still at my mom’s crib, that means I live with my parents
I couldn’t sell shit out in my town, I was slightly embarrassed
Fast forward some years, I finally caught up a bit
I always wonder ’bout that time, like if you fucked with my shit
And then we finally met in Europe, playin’ festival shows
You watch my set sidestage, I’m tryna flex at them shows
Until I went and watched yours, you burnt that shit down
We talked shit and caught up afterwards, you fucked with my sound
We clicked, immediately, time passed in a blink
Talkin’ shit, I can’t believe that was the first time we linked
What I was going through with Ash’, you went through with Ariana
And you would check in on me daily, help me deal with that drama
Come to think of it, we talked like every day last summer
You were like a big brother, crazy that you was younger

[Pre-Chorus: G-Eazy]
It’s, only a dream until it happens to you
But no one ever told me these things would be happening too, fuck
Anyways that’s all for now, I’ll keep this short and sweet
I’ll save the rest until the next time we meet (I miss you, Mac)

[Outro: G-Eazy]
All the money in the world, I can’t find where they selling time
One button, that rewind, I’m just taking sip of this wine, let me catch you up
It’s been a while, let’s me catch you up
Yeah, uh, uh
(Scoop Dezel)

G Eazy – Time Lyrics

G-Eazy – Everything Is Everything Lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Haha
Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
I hate you, I say, “Damn, I miss you”
Shootin’ in Paris for that French Vogue issue
Wish I could teleport there just to kiss you
She models VS, yeah, she’s so official
Life switched off, when’d it get so blissful?
Paper plane dreams, thought it all so simple
I told my ex that I love her while papered with a [?]
She said, “You chose this after all we’ve been through
A fuck boy, how could you be so forgetful?
You think they all real and they’ll stay with you
And if you’re that dumb, no matter, never fuck with you
You think you’re that rеal ’til that limelight hits you”

[Refrain: G-Eazy]
Triy the shoe on еven if it don’t fit you
They all see the problems, they all wanna fix you
Now it’s a Saturday night, we gon’ dance in that light
While I think to myself, goddamn, this ain’t right, this ain’t right

[Chorus: Goody Grace, G-Eazy]
She said, “I’m over you” (This ain’t right)
That’s what you told me (It can’t be right)
But I know the truth
She wants all me (Yeah)
Everything is everything they say (Yeah)
Everything is everything they say (Yeah)

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
It all depends on what you value
Figure this out on your own, nobody shows you how to
They tell me, “You’re a product of the people that’s around you”
My exes singin’ bullshit on the air, I live without you
Wow, did anything stay with you?
When I fuck up, I think I might still miss you
Slipped one night, I sent a text and I hit you
Hit me back a message like, “The fuck is wrong with you?”
Which one, argue, I ain’t tryna argue
I know I lost you somewhere, but how far are you?
Life is a movie, you a always star
Should would tell me, wanted them houses and cars

[Refrain: G-Eazy]
‘Til you would try on the life, even if it don’t fit you
They all see the problems, they all wanna fix you
Now it’s a Saturday night, we gon’ dance in that light
While I think to myself, goddamn, goddamn, this ain’t right

[Chorus: Goody Grace, G-Eazy]
She said, “I’m over you” (It can’t be right)
That’s what you told me
But I know the truth
She wants all me (I see you, like)
Everything is everything they say (Just pick a side and just stick to the side)
Everything is everything they say

[Bridge: Goody Grace, G-Eazy]
Everything is everything they say
Uh-huh
They say there’s three sides to every story
Everything is everything they say
The right side and the wrong side and my side
Everything is everything they say
Can I, can I just tell my story?
Everything is everything they say
Even if you don’t hear this shit, it’s whatever, yeah

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
Uh, you used to say we’re meant to be, this was our destiny
Playin’ back our last fight, that’s when she said to me
“I was just a step to you, you wanna step on me
The last time you broke my heart, that was the death of we”
She said, “Congrats, you did it now, your dreams came true”
Let’s get lost, you took to heart the words I sang you
I guess heights like these ain’t got the same view
‘Cause now I’m thinkin’ I really lookin’ at the same you
Chasin’ ghosts, feel like I’ve seen this phantom before
Feel like I recognize this feelin’, I’ve had it before
I tried to give my all to her, now she’s askin’ for more
She put me in the dog house, I crashed on the floor
Vanilla sky, guess you finally saw my ugly side
Some dirt come to the surface, it feels tough to hide
I feel the effects, I just got butterflies
Been openin’ that door, but there’s nothin’ there on the other side
Yeah

[Outro: Goody Grace, G-Eazy]
Everything is everything they say
Everything is everything they say
Feel like The Matrix, how I open the door and there’s a brick wall behind it
Everything is everything they say
Everything is everything they say
Why am I chasin’ ghosts? I guess I’m tryna keep you close
Everything is everything they say
Everything is everything they say

G Eazy – Everything Is Everything Lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
Haha
Yeah, uh

Baby Keem – cocoa Lyrics

[Intro]
Sit down and drink some champagne with me and let me rap

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
I’m balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans?
I might have to buy her OnlyFans
Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pussy to my mans

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]
Huh? Ugh, you toxic
Ah-ha-ha-ha, you toxic
You wanna stay? Don’t stay late
Do you not like your house? Hate your place?
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Spent half a mil’ on Grandma house and then I zoomed
Got way more money than my peers, you would assume
In competition with myself, I cannot lose
What we gon’ eat?
I don’t do Nobu, baby, that’s him, not me
We fuck, wakе up, you go, we go too
London, we up, the top floor, еatin’ soul food
I don’t wanna eat nothin’ else
It’s new, I wanna see your room
It’s new, I wanna fix your wounds
It’s new, bitch, I’ma, ha, ooh

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
I’m balling with my friends (Hee-hee)
Staring at the money in a trance (Hee-hee)
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans? (Hee-hee)
I might have to buy her OnlyFans (Hee-hee)
Huh? She gave me pussy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pussy to my mans

[Verse 2: Don Toliver & Baby Keem]
I love to spend it, she coppin’ levitators (Uh-huh)
I took her out to eat, I took her out to Denny’s
She always call me plenty, drunky-drunky off the Remy (Uh-huh)
Sometimes no callback and Donny tooked off on the Henny
I’m touchin’ down in your city just to get it litty (Uh-huh)
Better check the bar when we in the strip, we throwin’ fifty (Go, yeah)
Do not be the Ghost, you can’t get too close (Nah)
Shawty be doin’ the most (Ooh), one hand better ride that roll
Xannies got me goin’ down, put me in my mode
I just ate lil’ baby up, shawty taste like cocoa
Ten feet, down deep, then I’m here and gone (Cocoa)
Got the beater out the sheets, you couldn’t keep her home
Niggas pull up to the function, whip, I leave it on (Pull up)
I leave it on, Told you that I pack a punch

[Verse 3: Baby Keem]
Two freaks in the club, but they attitude trashy
Don’t fuck with broke boys, so the opps down bad
Baby Keem in the cut, she know that’s a hefty tag, huh
I just put the whole 702 on my back
You ain’t comin’ home with us, please, don’t you ask
I might throw a hundred ones, please, don’t be mad
Tit-for-tat, goin’ back and forth is not my passion
Took a trip to Paris to post another caption
It’s too much liquor, I get it, huh
Steakhouse, takin’ out, eight-hundred-dollar dinners, huh
Baby, go ahead and grab that, t-t-t-t-t-t-tease (Whew, whew, whew whew)
Bruises on your knees (Whew, whew, whew)
While I’m drinkin’ tea (Whew, whew)
She gettin’ teed, I hate when you tease
Don’t try to hide your ass, we’ll tag a picture on your back, huh
If that pussy good, there’s a chance I get attached

Drake – Knife Talk Lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat & 21 Savage]
I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon’ bleed the streets
Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat
To stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it’s liquor
Street life’ll have you catchin’ up to God quicker (Yeah, gang)
Sticker, AK-40 to your liver
Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang)
Flipper, so much bread, I’m a gymnast
Made so much money off of dummies, off of dummies (Yeah, gang)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
I’m mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher
Ain’t no regular F-150, this a fuckin’ Raptor
No capper, street nigga, not a rapper
Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper
Smith & Wesson, I’m 4L Gang reppin’
We done baptized morе niggas than the damn reverеnd (Yeah)
Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin’
Who you checkin’? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang)

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah
I heard Papi outside
And he got the double-R droppy outside
Checked the weather and it’s gettin’ real oppy outside
I’ma drop this shit and have these pussies droppin’ like some motherfuckin’—
Type of nigga that can’t look me in the eyes
I despise
When I see you, better put that fuckin’ pride to the side
Many times, plenty times, I survived
Beef is live, spoiler alert, this nigga dies

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky
My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys
Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me
I come straight up out the 6, and we don’t spare sissies

[Verse 4: Drake]
I fuck with her, and fuck with her, and her
I hit up err and tell him do the err, for sure
Voodoo curse, it got him while I flew to Turks
Know the dogs had to hit them where we knew it hurts

[Chorus: 21 Savage & Drake]
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on (Yeah)
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on

[Verse 5: 21 Savage]
Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang
‘Til his brains hang and his mama sang
And the pastor sang and them bullets sang
And them choppers sang and the choir sang

[Verse 6: Drake]
I’m on everything
Jacob charged me four-fifty for a tennis chain
US Open, had it on us at the tennis game
Tell the coach don’t take me out, I like to finish games
And my pen insane, and my men insane
There’s like eighty of us now, that’s the scary thing
Shit they doin’ on that other side embarrassing
We in Paris with it, hundred carats with it
All this shit is for my son, ’cause he’s inheritin’ it

[Interlude: 21 Savage]
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you
Gang
Metro

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Nigga, gang shit, that’s all I’m on
Gang shit, that’s all I’m on, yeah

LANY – get away Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You know the deepest cuts by the coolest bands
Spent a year abroad solo in Japan
Wrote your senior paper ’bout exploding stars
Are they made up of the same things we are?

[Refrain]
Thinking about what’s next
Talking ’bout my life, could spend the rest
I can see it now, and now I trust
Feel like I should call and thank your ex
Sitting here like

[Chorus]
Damn, how could anybody let you get away, get away, get away?
I can’t, think of any time I ever felt this way, felt this way, felt this way (Felt this way)
What more could somebody want?
Like God, let mе try you out/draw you up
Damn, how could anybody let you get away, get away?
I won’t lеt you get away

[Verse 2]
You wouldn’t caught dead wearing your good pants
You’re more Paris, Texas than Paris’ friend
You know every word, something ’bout Kurt Cobain
Look, you’re perfect, that’s why I’ve been trying to say so

[Chorus]
Damn, how could anybody let you get away, get away, get away?
I can’t, think of any time I ever felt this way, felt this way, felt this way (Felt this way)
What more could somebody want?
Like God, let me try you out/draw you up
Damn, how could anybody let you get away, get away?
I won’t let you get away

[Refrain]
Thinking about what’s next
Talking ’bout my life, could spend the rest
I can see it now, and now I trust
Feel like I should call and thank your ex
Sitting here like

[Chorus]
Damn, how could anybody let you get away, get away, get away?
I can’t, think of any time I ever felt this way, felt this way, felt this way (Felt this way)
What more could somebody want?
Like God, let me try you out/draw you up
Damn, how could anybody let you get away, get away?
I won’t let you get away

Bilderbuch – Baba Lyrics

[Songtext zu „Baba“]

[Refrain]
He
He, Monika
Sag es einmal noch zart
Sag leise Baba
He
He, Monika
Wie früher, ah ah
Sag leise Baba

[Strophe 1]
Sie spaziert durch ihr Quartier
Durch den Strohhalm schlürft sie ihr Bier
Braucht kein Cash
Sie hat
Was richtig flasht
Ihr Brand
Ist Second Hand
Wie man es aus Milano, Paris kennt
Für sie ist heute spät
Halb zehn
Zeit zu gehn'

[Refrain]
He
He, Monika
Sag es einmal noch zart
Sag leise Baba
He
He, Monika
Wie früher, ah ah

Sag leise Baba
[Instrumental Break]

[Strophe 2]
Wir waren die Nächte ewig auf
Vom Kokai-Kokai-Coca Cola
Du, Ich und dein Motorola
Brrrr, Akku vorbei
Sie sagt, Sie hat zu viel geraucht
Und Ihr Buffalo Boot dämpft
Die letzte Memphis aus
Für sie ist heute spät
Kurz vor zehn
Zeit zu gehn'

[Interlude]

[Refrain]
He
He, Monika
Sag es einmal noch zart
Sag leise Baba
He
He, Monika
Wie früher, ah ah
Sag leise Baba
Yalla

[Outro]

Vanessa Paradis – Gotta Have It Lyrics

I know where I shouldn’t be
You take my heart and drink it for tea
You mix me up and walk out the door
You take my love and hurt me for more

But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris
I’m talking Lenny Kravitz

Whenever he is around
He puts me six feet under the ground
And when you call he can never be found
‘Cause he’s always out on the town

But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris
I’m talking Lenny Kravitz

He is so funky and he’s looking good
And he does it like a good man should
And I would love him if I only could
But his heart is like a piece of wood

But I gotta have it
Watch out for the damage
From New York straight to Paris
I’m talking Lenny Kravitz

Counting Crows – The Tall Grass Lyrics

“Come outside,” she said to me
As if I knew just what she’d say
“Come outside, we’ll watch tomorrow
Pull the curtain on today”

“Come outside into the tall grass
And the old corn and the shit
Come outside o child
Into the wild and weep for it”

And all along I know
I don’t know the why

And it takes me through the meadows
And I have got a rifle on my arm
And the rabbit won’t stop shaking
But the life is gone

And there is blood upon the clover
And, oh god, his eyes are open wide
Staring up at me and infinity
And the shrinking English sky

And all along I tell myself
I don’t know thе why
And as the idea ossifies
I can’t bеlieve it’s mine

I make a change
He is wordless and silent and
He says “Just close my eyes.”

“I have one eye open to the rain
And one pressed to the ground again
And I don’t know why…
And I don’t know why…
And I don’t know why…”

No they don’t know why
No they don’t know why
No they don’t know, don’t know don’t know, don’t know…

Oh, she takes a train to Paris
For a weekend with a friend
They take you places
Trains and summers
At 200 miles an hour
That you’ve never been
Did I ever say
The way your breath
Takes mine away

As I start out at the grassland
Past the living and the dead
Matter forming and decaying
A perpetual uprising

Let there be a revolution
And a light to lead us on
Just a ball of souls revolving
Spinning circles round the sun

For the infinite and ageless
For the meaningless and painless
For the times we shook like rabbits
Felt like children
Made us ask this

Can you see me?
Can you see me?
Can you see me?
Can you see me?

Can you see me?
For I am changing
But all the same things
Come back to haunt me

There are trains that can take a girl to Paris
There are planes that can bring you home
There are some of us get broken when we’re children
And you never get it back once that is gone

And I don’t know why
No, I don’t know why
No, I don’t know why
No, I don’t know why

JAY1 – Paris Lyrics

[Intro: JAY1]
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, woo
(Nostalgia)

[Verse 1: JAY1]
Look at my face, I do not give a fuck
I pray for my niggas, I’m hoping they buss
She twerking and twerking, she turning it up
All my niggas backstage and we burning it up
They clapping and bragging, they thirsty for clout
If you talk bad you’ll get one to your mouth
My niggas are hungry, the streets are a drought
We leave with your gyallie, we’re getting it down (Down, down, down, down)
Yeah, yeah
I’m going to Paris to link with a baddie
Before I jet off I’ma bill up a fatty
My baby, she bad and she drives a Bugatti (Yeah, yeah)
Run up a check and I beg you be quick
Got diamonds and Gucci all up in my wrists
I come to the place likе I just hit a lick
I just hit the fucking belly, belly
Sеxy mami, tell her, “Come and get me”
Smoking loud, I got that smelly, smelly
Now she’s rubbing all up on my semi, semi
Twenty rackers if you wanna book me
Never take me for a fucking rookie
In the booth you know I’m fucking cooking
Working, working, juugging when there’s no one looking

[Chorus: JAY1 & Berna]
Fucking up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn’t give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie, uh
Bitch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
[?], put the peng tings on the guest list (Ayy, look)
Brozay gotta be there for a mention

[Verse 2: Berna]
I got a baddie, she thick as a brick
Freak of the week [?] of the ten (Skrr)
Gave me the coochie and buss up my Gucci
Didn’t like trap, ruined the drip (Ugh)
Pissed that I lost my grinder, now I’m the function looking for chip
Bros got smoke for pricks
That not a trailer, that’s an extended clip
Huh, look at the clothes, I bought her those, look at the kicks
She fucks with the boy ’cause we’re young and we lit
And she didn’t eat dinner but she ate the dick
It’s probably ’cause we’re on top, if I drop this top, she’ll drop her top
I told bro-bro go look for her bestie but he’s in the corner looking for opps (Opps), fuck the cops (Cops)
Medicinal weed (Weed), it’s making me cough (Cough)
I’m with the squad, told her pull up to the zoo Gorillas all over the block (All over the block)
Biscotti or dog (Dog), huh
All in the air like fog
Beefing with bro, bring the burger out
Wipe his nose, give him something to smirk about
She heard from a Donny that I got a longy, now she wanna ride it, that’s word of mouth (Ride it, that’s word of mouth)
Fuck the clout, I just wanna free all of my people out
All the drip on the boy, I don’t see a drought
We them niggas on top that they speak about

[Chorus: JAY1]
Fuck-fuck, fucking up all these feelings, JAY1 couldn’t give a fuck about breddas
Peng tings wanna do pie, uh
Bitch, am I looking like Memphis?
I got the whole gang doing up leverage
D9 stepped through looking like the bestest
[?], put the peng tings on the guest list
Brozay gotta be there for a mention

Charles Trenet – La Romance De Paris Lyrics

La romance de Paris
Charles Trenet

Paroles: Charles Trenet
Musique: Léo Chauliac
(1942)

Ils s’aimaient depuis deux jours à peine
Y a parfois du bonheur dans la peine
Mais depuis qu’ils étaient amoureux
Leur destin n’était plus malheureux,
Ils vivaient avec un rêve étrange,
Et ce rêve était bleu comme les anges
Leur amour était un vrai printemps, oui
Aussi pur que leurs tendres vingt ans.

C’est la romance de Paris,
Au coin des rues elle fleurit,
Ça met au cœur des amoureux
Un peu de rêve et de ciel bleu,
Ce doux refrain de nos faubourgs
Parle si gentiment d’amour
Que tout le monde en est épris :
C’est la romance de Paris!

La banlieue était leur vrai domaine

Ils partaient à la fin de la semaine
Dans les bois pour cueillir le muguet
Ou sur un bateau pour naviguer.
Ils buvaient aussi dans les guinguettes
Du vin blanc qui fait tourner la tête,
Et quand ils se donnaient un baiser, oui
Tous les couples en dansant se disaient

{au Refrain}

C’est ici que s’arrête mon histoire,
Aurez-vous de la peine à me croire?
Si j’vous dis qu’il s’aimèrent chaque jour,
Qu’ils vieillirent avec leur tendre amour;
Qu’ils fondèrent une famille admirable,
Et qu’ils eurent des enfants adorables,
Qu’ils moururent gentiment, inconnus, oui
En partant comme ils étaient venus

{au Refrain}

Smino – R&G Lyrics

[Intro]
Scorchin’
Round it up
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
Hop off the phone, call his
I know it’s so important
I’m focused on fortunes
Yeah, yeah, I’m scorchin’
Sure we are, Shoreditch
I rock Air Forces don’t force shit
[?]
Long hair, uh-huh
Blow her, uh-huh
Juices in Paris ain’t no purr (Uh oh)
Ice cream, I’ll sneeze
Look like [?] (Come ‘ere)
Get it big, get the facial, oh
Never let the bullshit faze ya, look
You’re too big, you’re too big, too big, big

[Pre-Chorus]
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me

[Chorus]
Raised in gravy
That you can’t eat
Shit was crazy
Mama baby
Only son in her Earth she had to blame me
Any time some shit redundant weren’t no strain on me

[Verse 2]
Ain’t much changed lil’ [?] niggas
Still sit here smokin’ on boogers (Boogers)
Still look out for my sisters (Sisters)
They don’t wanna put me on game, no rookie
Never let a lil’ hoe spin your way, spin yo’ cash
Life a movie nigga blick yo’ cash
Quentin Tarasmino
Blackjack, no casino (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
North County, yeah, that’s where my blood, my family at
I spill it out for the family, yeah I know (I spill it out, oh)
Done, done it all, all summer long
These kids poppin’ they sing along
I know [?]
Smart guy, I needed more like Marcus
Remarkable how big my market is
Get it so it stand still
Time never stood still, stand
Dirty laundry (Lemme hear that)

[Pre-Chorus]
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me

[Chorus]
Raised in gravy
That you can’t eat
Shit was crazy
Mama baby
Only son in her Earth she had to blame me
Any time some shit redundant

Justin Bieber – Know No Better Lyrics

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
When I look at you, yeah, I see forever
Yeah, I made mistakes, baby, I ain’t know no better
And when we fell in love, you made me feel special
I want you right here in my arms forever, oh-oh-oh

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
I can see us vibin’ for the rest of our days (Uh-huh)
Jumpin’ over hurdles that try to get in our way (We do)
And they can say what they wanna say
Baby, we can go all the way
Just take my hand and follow me, yeah
I want you and only you, yes, I do
I wanna kick it like kung fu, wanna see what the drums do (Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun)
And you know I could tell no lies and that’s on God
‘Cause you’re the one that I run to
Mic chеck, one-two, one-two
No one compеtes, you’re all I need
Big flash, say, “Cheese”
Vacay in Paris
You’re my baby boo like a ghost
When the tide rides, we gon’ flow
Yeah, they try to stop us like no, like no, oh, no

[Interlude: DaBaby & Justin Bieber]
Right here, right here (Oh-oh-oh)
Right here, let’s go

[Verse 2: DaBaby]
I want her right here in my arms
She really like me ’cause my charm
She like, “I didn’t know you sing like that,” I don’t
I’m just givin’ out flavor, let’s order a charter (Let’s order a jet)
Won’t go to the airport, let’s fly to Jamaica (Yoom)
I know that your friends wanna come with you, you can take ’em (Come on)
‘Cause I’m not a bad sport (Let’s go), you gon’ need a passport
Me and you are a team
I’ll be your bestie
Just promise you gon’ love me and protect me
And I know you got everybody on your neck
And you curved ’em all to the left, everybody, except me

[Chorus: Justin Bieber & DaBaby]
When I look at you, yeah, I see forever (Yeah, when I look at you)
Yeah, I made mistakes, baby, I ain’t know no better (Know, oh-oh-oh-oh)
And when we fell in love, you made me feel special
I want you right here in my arms forever, oh-oh-oh

[Outro: DaBaby]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh (Ha)

Jay-Z & Kanye West’s “Ni***s In Paris” Now 8x Platinum, Inches Toward Diamond Status

American rappers Jay-Z and Kanye Wests’ 2011 hit “Ni**as in Paris” is now 8X platinum.

The song is from the artists’ collaborative album Watch the Throne. The song debuted at number 75 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart and eventually peaked at number 5. In Australia, the song is currently at 2X platinum with 140,000 sales, while the single is certified Platinum in Belgium with 15,000 sales.

On top of its impressive numbers, the song also earned Ye and Jay Grammy awards for Best Rap Performance and Best Rap Song at the 55th Grammy awards in 2013. Now, its’ latest achievement being the 8x platinum certification in the United States through the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA), the single has racked up a whopping eight million in sales.

“Ni**as in Paris” in its radio version called “Fellas in Paris” has received close to 315 million views on YouTube. The album from which it stems, Watch the Throne, was released through Roc-A-Fella Records, Def Jam Recordings, and Roc Nation. Chart Data confirmed the news via Twitter that the song surpassed 8 million units in the United States and inches towards joining the diamond club.

US Certifications (@RIAA): Jay Z & @kanyewest, N****s in Paris 8x Platinum (8,000,000).

— chart data (@chartdata) March 24, 2021

The duo released a total of seven singles to get fans ready for the album’s release. “Otis,” “Lift Off,” “No Church In the Wild,” “H.A.M,” and as noted “Ni**as in Paris,” we’re also all blessed with music videos.

This was not the first time Jay-Z and Kanye West collaborated, as they had worked together on various singles before the album’s release.

It is reported that an album was not what the two had planned, but instead, they wanted to produce a five-song EP together. The album features other major artists, including Jay-Z’s wife Beyonce, Frank Ocean, Connie Mitchell, The Dream, Mr. Hudson, and Charlie Wilson.

Lost My Name – Rise It Up! Lyrics

Labels would probably tell us
«Now you should entertain us
3 boyz, 1 girl,
You could be her father
Get back to school bus»
Did you say «tour bus»?
I know that you want the hypest !
See Justice, Daft Punk, Air & Phoenix,
So much better than us !

But still we come from Paris
We’re gonna break the fences
If you came to slap us, or compare to Cassius,
We’re off to the races
We are the right guys
To take you for a ride
to take ya, take ya

We are the right guys, to take you for a ride

CHORUS:

Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna rise it up !
You can’t deny, can’t deny
That we’re risin up
Straight up so high
Until we die
We’re gonna keep it tight !
You can’t deny
We won the fight

Labels would probably tell us

That French is better for us
Maybe, maybe not,
Anyway, thanks a lot
Your advice is so damn precious
It’s so insidious
We’ll never be the hypest !

THE HYPEST
THE HYPEST

We are the right guys, To take you for a ride
You gonna get high, Now is your favorite part
Now let’s just scream out, and let us blow your mind
We’ve got the right rhymes, we are the right guys !

We are the right guys, to take you for a ride,
We are the right guys, to turn you upside down !

Rod Stewart – Every Picture Tells A Story Lyrics

Spent some time feelin’ inferior
standing in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
but I came out looking just the same

Daddy said, “Son, you better see the world
I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave
But remember one thing don’t lose your head
to a woman that’ll spend your bread”
So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away
if you felt you didn’t fit in
French police wouldn’t give me no peace
They claimed I was a nasty person
Down along the Left Bank minding my own
Was knocked down by a human stampede
Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot
when all I wanted was a cup of tea
I was accused
I moved on

Down in Rome I wasn’t getting enough
of the things that keeps a young man alive
My body stunk but I kept my funk
at a time when I was right out of luck
Getting desperate indeed I was
Looking like a tourist attraction
Oh my dear I better get out of here
‘for the Vatican don’t give no sanction
I wasn’t ready for that, no no

I moved right out east yeah!
On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry
sailing on my way back here
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
by the light of an eastern moon
Shangai Lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just ain’t natural
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oh people I was glad I found her
Oh yeah I was glad I found her

I firmly believe that I didn’t need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be

The women I’ve known I wouldn’t let tie my shoe
They wouldn’t give you the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God I was glad I found her
And if they had the words I could tell to you
to help you on the way down the road
I couldn’t quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
’cause it’s all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didn’t have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story don’t it

The Kid LAROI – Bottled Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Hmm
Oh-oh, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah
I do not know (Yeah)
Ayy

[Chorus]
Bottled up (Ayy), bottled up
All of this time all my feelings been bottled up (Ayy), bottled up
My momma drinkin’ and she pourin’ all of it up, huh, all of it up
The voices they talkin’ to me, they say, “Bottoms up, ayy, bottoms up” (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1]
She went to Paris, she want the La La Love
Bad, bad love
I told her [?]
Just say, “Yes”, love
She don’t want none of that
None of that, none of that
She don’t want none of that, none of that
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Oh but now we’re no, no, no, no, no, no
Send me your location, I know, know, know, know
I get away, I [?] no, no, no, no, no, no
Ah, nah, nah
And I just don’t know
I just don’t know
Prayin’ I stay with you (Yeah)
I don’t know why she on my mind
Money on my, uh
Money on my mind but she come second to the game, woah, woah
My momma told me that she been the [?], yeah
I saw my momma she takin’ a Xanny, now she don’t wake up
My momma promised that she would get all that shit now she [?], woah
That’s why I get my emotions sealed
‘Cause I saw her [?] she on the [?], yeah
Daddy told me whatever it is
And I can’t get it no more
[?] that shit double cup
I don’t give a damn, don’t no more
Put [?] no more
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Now she got it all

Aston Merrygold – Share A Coke Lyrics

I set a rocket launcher
And landed on the moon
I take a trip to China
In my hot air balloon
Swam the deepest oceans
From London to Peru
I stay awake all night
Just to think about

You and I
Make simple something special
All we do is try
Cause trying is acceptable
Wishing you could be
Right here next to me (to me)

So when you’re mad
Or feeling blue
Don’t be so cold
Cause here’s the truth
Of all the things on my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

I could travel across the canyon
Then sail upon a cruise
Bungee jump in Paris

Or party in Cancun
There’s always something missing
If I can’t be with you (you, you)

Oh because, you and I
Make simple something special
All we do is try
Cause trying is acceptable
Wishing you could be
Right here next to me (to me)

So when you’re mad
Or feeling blue
Don’t be so cold
Cause here’s the truth
Of all the things on my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

With you, with you, with you
With you, with you, with you
Of all the thing son, my list to do
I’d rather just share a coke with you

Temecula Road – Everything I Love Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You're a Polaroid from the best night ever
Last song on an indie record no one's heard
So good, it hurts
You're the back row of a drive-in movie
First crush kiss runnin' through me
Where do I start?
Yeah, you are

[Chorus]
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everywhere I wanna go and ever been
Everything I've done and wanna do again
Every prayer to God I've evеr sent up
Everything I love, lovе, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love

[Verse 2]
You're a window seat cuttin' through the clouds
Roots underneath my hometown
Paradise and Paris lights
Sunday slow, yeah, and Friday free
On fields of gold, old school soul
You're everything
[Chorus]
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love

Everywhere I wanna go and ever been
Everything I've done and wanna do again
Every prayer to God I've ever sent up
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love

[Bridge]
I never thought I'd find someone
Who's everything I could ever want
I don't need anything
Don't need anything
You're every song I wanna sing
So much better than all my dreams
I don't need anything
Yeah, you're everything

[Chorus]
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everywhere I wanna go and ever been
Everything I've done and wanna do again
Every prayer to God I've ever sent up
Everything I love, love, love, love, love
Everything I love, love, love, love, love

Mac Demarco – European Vegas Lyrics

So you think you’re lonely, you think that you’re the only one
Baby, listen closely, let me be your number one
The city’s getting colder, the streets are turning into ice
So baby, hold me closer, let me stay for one more night

Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas

So baby, take my hand walking down the avenue
I know you wanted Paris, I guess that this will have to do

So come on quit your dreaming,girl I got the master plan
The city isn’t so bad,when your with your lover man

Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas

Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas
Nothing’s quite the same as European Vegas

Safe – Ttg Lyrics

[Chorus]
Trap smarter
Yima did enough, don’t make it harder
Roll with protection, boy, don’t get caught up, yeah
Don’t be out here looking for no drama

[Verse]
Thankful how almighty changed my lifestyle
Every day remember spending every night out
Making money using niggas whips for ride outs
Legendary how we turn they block inside out
Any hater in the world that could hear me
I only fear Allah, you don’t fear me
TTG for my habibis
I don’t need a skully, trust and believe me
I don’t need no Tiffany, I need RiRi
Caribbean girls, I like ’em freaky

Nasty likе Lai, sneaky like Mimi
I flow like thе ocean her p*ssy Fiji
Everybody needs some lovin’, somethin’
Music with a little substance, no dumb shit
This that Lamborghini lifestyle
I can treat you to a night out
Paris when we shoppin’, rackies on me right now, pipe down
Molly got you hype now
Tell me that you want it right now, maybe we could try
Baby girl I gotta slide, ooh woah, oh-oh

[Chorus]
Trap smarter
Yima did enough, don’t make it harder
Roll with protection, boy, don’t get caught up, yeah
Don’t be out here looking for no drama

Benny The Butcher shares ”Timeless” featuring Lil Wayne and Big Sean

Benny The Butcher shares ”Timeless” featuring Lil Wayne and Big Sean
Taken from the Griselda rapper’s upcoming project Burden of Proof.

By David Renshaw

October 09, 2020

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Griselda rapper Benny the Butcher has shared the lead single from his upcoming album Burden of Proof. “Timeless” features Lil Wayne and Big Sean and is streaming below.

Burden Of Proof is due October 16 and is produced entirely by Hit-Boy. Guests on the album are set to include Rick Ross, Freddie Gibbs, Queen Naija, and Benny’s Griselda co-horts Conway the Machine and Westside Gunn.

“If you understand the meaning (Burden of Proof), it’s one trying to prove their assertion; and that’s what I’m doing with this album,” Benny the Butcher said in a statement. “This is the validation of what I have been saying all this time about Griselda, BSF, Benny The Butcher, coming to fruition. The Burden of Proof always lies with me.”

2020 has been another productive year for the Griselda stable; Westside Gunn has released two albums (Pray for Paris and Flygod Is an Awesome God II) while Conway The Machine’s From King to a GOD dropped in September. The trio’s Shady Records debut album WWCD dropped in 2019.

PJ celebrates the release of Waiting for Paris with a late-night video for “Privately”

PJ celebrates the release of Waiting for Paris with a late-night video for “Privately”
The L.A.-based R&B singer’s new EP is out today.

By Alex Robert Ross

May 29, 2020

North Carolina-born, L.A.-based R&B singer PJ has spent the past few weeks releasing covers of her favorite songs — including Roddy Ricch’s “High Fashion” and Doja Cat’s “Say So” — for her Quarantine Tapes series. Now she’s turning her attention to original tracks with her new EP, Waiting For Paris, out this morning via Atlantic Records. Alongside the release, PJ is premiering the video for “Privately,” the project’s slinky and sexually charged intro.

“I’m excited for people to see this video because it’s a different type of look for me,” PJ wrote in an email to The FADER. “We shot it in the quarantine — we wanted it to feel like me and my bae had this whole empty city to ourselves. It’s been a minute since I put a project out. But it’s the same PJ. I’m just being honest about how I feel, and I’m okay with being an underdog. I embrace it fully. And this is just a start to what’s ahead. I still have an album coming.”

Watch the video for “Privately” at the top of the page and listen to Waiting For Paris here.

Alex Isley – We’ll Always Have Paris Lyrics

I think I changed my mind for the last time
No more chances, no more answers
Almost came cross the line 3 or 4 times
I can’t go there, a broken heart gets nowhere

We’ll always have Paris, we’ll share it
But that’s far as it goes, that’s all that I know
Nothing else to call it, I’m not for it
That’s far as it goes, that’s all that I know

One thing I can define
You gave me love so blind
I won’t forget it, I know where we were heading (yeaaa)
I like us kissing by the Eiffel
I don’t like walking with my eyes closed
So I had to break this cycle
Before all the lights go

We’ll always have Paris, we’ll share it
But that’s far as it goes, that’s all that I know
Nothing else to call it, I’m not for it
That’s far as it goes, that’s all that I know

This is where I leave you
Knowing I don’t want to
But that’s as far as it goes
That’s all that I know
Thank you for the memories
I’m not feeling risky
That’s as far as it goes
That’s all that I know

This is as far as it goes
This is the part where I go
I can’t get hurt no more, no more

Tsr Crew – Tsr Au Complet Lyrics

[Couplet 1 : Hugo]
On vient pas creuser nos tombes on vient creuser notre cratère
Trop de casse-tete, sur cassette c’est violent comme un crash-test
Tu t’es trompé si grâce au rap t’as cru qu’t’allais avoir l’succès
Tu comptes devenir une star, c’est pas le micro qu’il va falloir sucer
J’suis pas comme toi, je veux un sampleur et toi de la haute couture
Si différent je défends à coup de cutter ma sous-culture
Nos mots s’épaississent on a peu de vannes ici
J’vois que les obsédés suivent la c’est le 18
On voit trop de frénésie pour une OCB slim
C’est pas qu’des phases qui riment trop satirique ouais ça t’irrite
Dans l’G.A.V, on marque nos blazes avec un emballage de vache qui rit
Bah non j’suis pas ravi même à Paris y’a des parties pas riches
D’ici jusqu’à Garibaldi, tous les petits gars d’Paris balisent
On encule ces cons d’shtars, fais gaffe on charge les travs en bavent
Tous en délit, je te parle des lieux où les scooters deviennent des avions de chasse
Notre album c’est comme mon flow j’suis sur qu’il pète
Dans c’monde chelou les boloss trouvent leurs femmes sur Ebay
Faut qu’on sorte de la, si tu bouges pas ouais ca se fera sans toi
J’garde mon sang froid avec des 16 mesures et des 1664
Sois sans crainte on représente pour les fumeurs de foin
Paris c’est hardcore comme péter dans le métro aux heures de pointes
Embrouilles entre mecs et meufs j’te parle même pas des femmes entre elles, rien que ça chipote
Quand je serai casé j’aurais le sourire de Fernandel
Et ouais sans dec’ elles veulent plus un p’tit cul mais un mini-p’tit cul
Je suis pas un indien dans la ville mais moi je suis perdu comme Mimisiku
J’regrette un peu tout ça l’école primaire et les fêtes sans cool-al
Les journées sans collage, quand mon idole il s’appelait Sangohan
On m’a dit oublie l’amour si t’as pas d’Manix
Dégaine classique comme au lycée j’ai pas un style by Armani
Trop de chattes et chiens de la casse, Paris une animalerie
Les amis partent vite, veulent l’compte en banque de Nas ou d’Ally McBeal
Des métissés y’a des renois des noichs et des arabes ici
Trop d’aléas j’ai les yeux rouges sans même aller à la piscine
J’ai des mauvaises manies, les mauvais chemins sont en duplicata
C’est le TSR attention v’la le début d’une big attaque
On connait pas le dur labeur on pratique pas le yoga
C’est pas la cité de la peur on danse pas la Carioca
Et ouais gars, on est soudé dans les grosses galères
Ici y’a que des gosses guer-lar, y’a pas de boloss comme Ross Geller
Faut pas qu’on s’enterre comme ça, je ne décris pas un monde joli sans guerre
La folie dans les veines, on vise la tête comme la police anglaise

[Couplet 2 : Omry ]
De qui s’méfier ? De moi ou des autres
Tout ce que j’sais c’est qu’j’fais désordre quand j’t’émoigne de mes fautes
Car j’ai fait beaucoup de mal sans raison
Sans que j’ai honte j’écris un problème sans le résoudre
Comme ce type qui deale moi j’sais , il sait que la vie coûte
Mais que la mort vaut si peu cher
On a si peu le choix, peu de spliff s’achèvent
La vie est une chienne qui fuse comme un XXX
On fait c’qu’on peut avec ce qu’on a
Pour se faire connaitre même si on peut finir dans le coma
Des fois petit je me demande où t’es, où tu finiras
Si on te retrouveras au fond du gouffre à tes funérailles
Car comme tu sais des fois la vie dérape
Enfant des rues aux coins des ghettos XXX
Faut s’méfier de tout et même de toi
Surtout que tous comme toi se foutent des lois
Et ils s’étonnent que les voitures brûlent
Que les mecs sont des brutes et les miss des putes et traînées
Que TSR défraie
Chronique on est 3 MC fêlés qui t’effraient et te corrigent
Car finit l’époque des passes passes et autres cabrioles
Dans notre jeu de carte y’a pas d’as, la jeunesse cambriolle
Pour nous y’a pas de place une carrière folle
Avec un cadavre dans le coffre, 2 chevaux pour tirer la cariole
On passe vite du tricycle au carjacking
Tu te fais même jackter par des miss comme Brown Jackie
On veut l’or, pas l’bronze, le jackpot et l’titre
Meme si on a la couronne l’trône reste électrique
Voila pourquoi on ne peut que salement vivre
Car sans répit sans avenir on peut que sagement vivre
Donc les sales mômes arrivent droit dans la tête
Comme un 5 coins d’weed dans un seul pet’

[Couplet 3 : Nero]
Hey petit je ne t’en veux pas, même si c’est pas passable
Tu ne méritais pas ça, l’enfer c’est les autres
Lis Jean-Paul Sartre et tu verras qu’il faut se méfier pour éviter tout désastre
De qui me méfier ? A qui me confier ? A qui me révéler ?
Vu que je ne sais même plus car y’a trop de sourires de putes
Dans la dernière lutte lors de ma chute
A qui léguer mon fut, ma hutte, et toute ma thune
Alors j’évite les gens car le temps les change
Quitte à paraître un peu méchant, quitte à paraître un peu étrange
J’évite les gens quitte à paraître introverti
Quitte à paraître un peu trop triste j’en ai rien à foutre
Sur qui j’peux compter un jour ou l’autre nous le verrons
Je ne peux encore citer de noms, les vrais sûrement se reconnaîtrons
Peut etre qu’au fond c’est moi qui suis comme ça
Et si je vois le mal c’est que je crois le monde comme moi

[Couplet 4 : Vin7]
Qu’est ce que tu veux je dise toujours les même biz’
Toujours les même qui abusent toujours les même qui s’amusent
Ici c’est la mouise plus le temps pas plus nos chances s’épuisent
Et c’est pas sans ces condés auxquels ont s’opposent qui nous apaisent
Les petits veulent du pèse c’est l’absence du père qui leur a fait du-per
Leurs repères s’batir un empire est devenu leur objectif
Quel qu’en soit le prix c’ au fil du temps je m’attends au pire
Les erreurs c’est souvent trop tard qu’on les répare
On a qu’une seule vie tu peux pas revenir au depart
La j’ai quartier libre alors je m’arrêtes pas de ler-par
Tout le monde veut sa part et ça part en vrille
Regarde bien ma ville, à mon avis
C’est dans la connerie qu’elle brille
L’Etat nous embrouille comment veux-tu qu’on se débrouille
Leur code pénal pour moi c’est du braille
Ici y’a qu’une loi : c’est tout pour la maille
Voila pourquoi je braille
Tout le monde s’défile face aux problèmes de taille
Moi j’considère aucune erreur comme un détail
On a voulu m’traiter comme du bétail alors j’bataille
Et maintenant tous les faux en entendant mon débit taillent

Tsr Crew – Rap Grand Gabarit Lyrics

[Couplet 1:Hugo]
Un rap grand gabarit ça vient de Paris
On va pas rire tu vas pâlir
Un rap en or même si chez nous on voit pas de riche
La même odeur d’enfer que des mômes fière
J’balance des mots en fer pas moyen de fuir
Le 18eme c’est que des moments forts à coup de sep?
Les vrais savent comment j’suis débrouillard
Peu d’heure ou j’chiale les yeux rougeâtre c’est l’TSR rouilla
Jeunesse barge moi j’en parle et les gens pleurent
Que du son pur aucune censure quand du son part dans les sampleur
Un rap grand gabarit trois gars d’Paris qui squatte la même impasse
C’est moi Hugo les moment parlent toujours le même impact
Et hoche la tête mec vient pas test
Achète la tape aller à terre c’est bien viser
C’est l’TSR protège ta tête
Ecoute nos voix sur des flow souples
Nos vieux sens pour la forme
Quelques efforts avoue q’suis fort
Kiff le son ou la ferme
Ça va faire mal jeunesse formelle
Les gars d’chez moi dorment mal
J’vois un tas d’or moi marx dormoy
Provocateur des 8ans pour l’18ème
Tu l’a senti va voir ton soss c’est TSR et dit lui q’t’aime

[Couplet 2: Omry]
On m’a dit d’pondre grand gabarit
Y a pas de soucis dès l’début on va pas rire
J’me présente Omry 18eme Paris
Même si c’est pas riche on l’né? parce que c’est plein d’risques
Parce qu’il n y a pas un flic qui contrôle sans être plein d’flip
Mais tu veux teste avec qui j’écris un texte à hit et vu la liste
J’ai de quoi garder longtemps la tête haute
C’est p’être auch finit l’bédo et j’suis féroce
Pas l’intention de m’faire ièche
Alors j’fais c’qu’il faut comment quand j’veux pas faire heuche?
Omry MC pas rastafari et même si j’fume du shit
J’ai pas l’intention d’rester faya
Respire cousin même défoncé t’es pas d’taille face à moi
La vie m’a façonné pour tenir en respect face au mic
Déterminé comme la vie sans manque
Lyrics assassine comme quand les flic te fixe au mur
J’prends l’crome et les gants prose élégante
Téma la rime fait bouger le crane des gens
C’était Omry sénégalais pas très costaud mais il a ses galons
J’ai plus de place sur le cahier Vin7 c’est à toi de t’régaler

[Couplet 3: Vin7]
J’entends le dring
Je débarque sur le ring
Même sous l’effet d’la drogue
Ça s’fera dans les règles
J’suis en rogne près à imposer mon règne
Faut j’cogne jusqu’à sa saigne
L’arbitre me fait signe
Pour l’instant j’suis resté digne
Mais devant c’est un vrai dingue
Un gabarit avec lequel jamais tu blague
Un grand black 2m20
Et moi avec mon 80 en vain
J’y vais, j’en veux
Mais jamais je l’atteint à temps
J’ai jamais mis autant d’volonté
Pourtant j’suis bien partie
Pour finir perdant
Par deux fois j’me suis fait feinté
Mais faut -il pour autant flancher
J’décide donc d’le faucher
Ça y est j’l’ai fâché
Et j’avais juste à l’faire chier
Son défaut j’l’ai plus à l’chercher
J’le met au défi à nouveau j’y vais et j’élève le niveau
Et ce con n’y vois rien en conclusion grand gabarit ça vaut rien
Faut simplement varier sa tactique et tous ceux qui m’critique
Bah venez nous verrons

Les Rita Mitsouko – Gripshitrider In Paris Lyrics

Un pas, un autre pas
Un pied derrière l’autre
J’avance pas à pas

A Paris c’est si joli
Quand on regarde en l’air
Le ciel orange, les lampadaires
Ont des airs extraordinaires
La forme des maisons
Change avec le quartier
Rhytmée par les balcons
De fer ouvragé
Des immeubles haussmanniens
Parisiens

Gripshitrider in Paris
Deuxième, cinquième étage
La belle ouvrage
Gripshitrider in Paris

Aux grands porches de chêne
De grosses têtes sculptées
Se penchent et veillent
Et nous regardent passer
Des cheminées chapeautées noires et fines
Zigzagant dans le ciel bien en ligne
Vont par trois, quatre ou cinq
S’échappant des toitures de zinc

Gripshitrider in Paris, oh shit!
Gripshitrider in Paris

Le piéton inattentif
Avec toujours le pif en l’air
Oublie de regarder par terre
Le touriste attendri
Aux rondeurs du Sacré Cœur
A senti sous son pied
Quelque chose d’épais

Gripshitrider in Paris
Ah c’est une crotte! Une crotte!
Des crottes sur lesquelles
On marche
Si nous ne faisons
Pas plus attention
Nous les piétons
Gripshitrider in Paris

Surgissant au détour d’une rue
Il apparut
Tout de vert vêtu
Justicier de la propreté
Dégaînant
Son aspirateur

C’est le gripshitrider in Paris