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Day by day by day
that's ours to live
we get to take from life
no more than we give
no still unspoken word
or gentle laughter left unheard
a moment's delay
the chance slips away
because day by day by day
until the end
the minutes you may save
the years you must spend
the cruelest thief is time
and loneliness the only crime
those things you know
that you never could do
words that you never would say
you must use and you must pay
now before the years start to fade away
day by day by day by day.
 
En el silencio de la fe
Se alimenta el poder

Hocico: Tiempo de Furia


Free translation:
In the silence of faith
Power grows
 
Rap Translation
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Album: Ready to Die
Song: One more chance (remix)

Lyrics:

First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honeys
Dummies - playboy bunnies, those wantin' money
Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get nathan'
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay coochied down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks

TRANSLATION:

As a general rule, I perform deviant sexual acts with women of all
kinds, including but not limited to those with limited intellect, nude
magazine models, and prostitutes. I particularly enjoy sexual
encounters with the latter group as they are generally disappointed in
the fact that they only receive penile intercourse and nothing more,
unless of course, they douche on a consistent basis. Although I am
extremely unattractive, I am able to engage in these types of sexual
acts with some regularity. Perhaps my sexuality is somehow related to
my fancy and expensive jewelry.

Lyrics:

And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me, Nava-hoes creep me in their tee pee
As I lay down laws like I lay carpet
Stop it - if you think your gonna make a profit

TRANSLATION:

I enjoy playing my music loudly on my car stereo. Apparently, women
enjoy this also because they become sexually aroused when they see me
driving. Oddly enough, when I visit the Native American reservations,
some of the more sexually promiscuous Indian women attempt to seduce
me in their homes. Their intent is to divest me of my earnings. Such
actions are unacceptable.

Lyrics:

Don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
In two as I flow with the Junior Mafia
I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya
I'm clockin' ya - Versace shades watchin' ya
Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin

TRANSLATION:

Understand this fact: you can have neither my money, nor my weapons. I
suggest that you inform your peers that we engaged in violent sexual
acts. Currently, I am rapping with my associates, the Junior Mafia.
I'm having some difficulty understanding why you refuse to approach
me. I am attempting to make eye contact with you through my expensive
glasses, and as soon as you respond with a smile, I will approach you.

Lyrics:

First I talk about how I dress and this
And diamond necklaces - stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper - help ya reach the
Climax that your man can't make
Call and tell him you'll be home real late
Let's sing the break

TRANSLATION:

I prefer to open the conversation with light banter about my wardrobe
and jewelry, then I like to discuss my collection of expensive cars.
This is more than enough to convince you to have sexual intercourse
with me. I am able to insert my penis further into you when I enter
you from behind. Furthermore, you will be able to reach orgasm. I
understand this to be a problem with your current sexual partner. He
needn't be concerned about your whereabouts. Please phone him and
inform him that you won't be home for a while. By the way, please sing
the chorus of the song for me also.

Lyrics:

She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is - major pain like Damon Wayans
Low down dirty even like his brother Keenan
Schemin' - don't bring your girl 'round me
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy

TRANSLATION:

Your current love interest no longer wishes to hear your fabrications
about the length of your member. After I had sexual intercourse with
your woman, she became enlightened as to the proper way it is supposed
to be performed; violently and immorally. It would be in your best
interest to keep your woman away from me as my sexual prowess is very
strong. If you are unconvinced, ask Puff Daddy.

Lyrics:

You - ringin' bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve

TRANSLATION:

Despite the fact that you attempted to win her at her doorstep with
bags full of expensive clothes and a car (the lower end model Mercedes
Benz which you financed by signing over your current vehicle)
containing an expensive stereo and a cellular phone, your woman has
contacted me through my pager indicating that we should rendezvous at
midnight.

Lyrics:

Where you at? Flippin' jobs, playin' car notes?
While I'm swimmin' in ya women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke what's the best stroke
Death stroke - tongue all down her throat
Nuthin' left to do but send her home to you
I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?

TRANSLATION:

You, on the other hand, jump from job to job, barely able to maintain
payments on the Mercedes Benz you purchased for your woman. Meanwhile,
I continue to engage in sexual intercourse and commit lewd osculatory
acts with your women. My only remaining option is to request that she
leave my home and return to you because I have reached orgasm and no
longer have a need for her presence.

Lyrics:

So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls
Gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'

TRANSLATION:

The ultimate decision rests with you. Whom do you choose as your
sexual partner. I can take you on cruises around the world. I will
dress you in the finest jewelry and footwear. You will be envied by
women worldwide in your fine clothes and jewelry. There is a special
place in my heart for beautiful women. I will defeat your man in an
altercation because he is effeminate.

Lyrics:

High fashion - flyin' into all states.
Sexin' me while your man masturbates.
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight.
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds.
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent.
I'm not only the client, I'm the player president

TRANSLATION:

You will be dressed in finest clothes on the runways of Paris. I will
fly you to every state to shop for fine clothes and jewelry. You will
enjoy sexual intercourse with me and your man will be forced to
pleasure himself through manual stimulation. What a life! I'll return
you to LaGuardia in time to catch your 8 o'clock flight. The timing is
perfect because I have scheduled a date with a second woman who
arrives at the same gate at 9 o'clock. I'll seduce her in the same way
that I seduced you. I rap well and I am a positive reflection of my
home town. Not only am I a sexually deviant, misogynistic, immoral,
wealthy, male prostitute, but I also sit on the board of directors of
the organization that governs others of my kind.
 
Movin' kinda slow, no I never had much balance
Why does everyone I know keep makin' lots a' dough
I guess I'll find out soon when I get to that crystal palace in the sky
I've heard stories - second hand - about it's grand interior
Its gold and silver strands, cathedral ceilings way up high
All the furnishing's unique when you get to your crystal palace in the sky
Well, I've worked as a part time circus boy
Collected cans down Saticoy
And patiently put forth my master plan
I've imagined futures and full plates
And slept with every subliminal tape
But now I'm so angry at someone
My contract is in breach
Why must my crystal palace always be on hold this week?
I feel lucky I suppose, at least we're all still breathin'
Stuck here in escrow, just a' waitin' out our loan
But no big armed patrol will stop me when I get to my crystal palace by and by
And it'll be my way or the highway
Gettin' to my crystal palace in the sky
 
Broken Glass

It's fun to run, it's fun to play
It's fun to make things out of clay
It's fun to fill your car with gas
It's fun to break...things made of glass

It's fun to spray youself with mace
It's fun to squeeze your mothers face
It's fun to mow your daddy's grass
It's fun to break...thing made of glass

But broken glass can cut your hand
And then you'll bleed across the land
Ask any woman, child, or man
About the dangers...of broken glaaaassss
Broken glaaasssss

I like nice girls with gum disease
I like to tickle peoples knees
Don't tell me "no", just tell me "yass"
And then we'll break...thing made made of glasssss

Sometimes I put on special pants
And then I board a plane to France
And when I'm there I start to dance
And then I break...things made of glass

But broken glass will tell you lies
Then bleed your soul and blind your eyes
Like a demon with a side of fries
You better beware of the dangers....of broken glaasss
Broken glaaaassssssss

Mmm, children, that broken glass sure does look delicious, doesn't it?
But you can't eat it
Because broken glass is not a food
So don't you listen...to some dude
Who says put cheese on broken glass
And make a sandwich
Out of broken glasssss
Broken glaaaasssss

Let's sing a song about broken glass
I'll help you write it after class
There's no song that can surpass
This song we sing...about broken glassssss
Broken gllaassssssssss
 
Don't start that talking
I could talk all night
My mind was sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Call careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?
Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
There was a Checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile
Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white -
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by the Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne
But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear
If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg
Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
 
Barbara's Rhabarber Bar
Es war einmal in ei'm kleinen Städtchen, da
Lebte ein Mädchen namens Barbara
Und diese Barbara war im ganzen Land
Für ihren abartig guten Rhabarberkuchen bekannt
Ja, man konnte sagen, dass Barbaras
Rhabarberkuchen ohne Wenn und Aber gar
Eine gradezu magische Erfahrung war
Aberakadabera
Tja, dieser Kuchen war grade zu bombastisch
Und die Nachfrage danach erstarke drastisch
Barbara eröffnete noch im selben Jahr
Eine Bar und nannte sie "Barbaras Rhabarberbar"
In der Stadt gab es auch ein paar Barbaren
Die hatten von Barbaras Rhabarberbar erfahren
Und da sie fort an jeden Tag bei Barbara waren
Nannte man sie bald die "Rhabarberbar-Barbaren"
In den Folgejahren ließen die Barbaren
Nach und nach ihr barbarisches Gebaren fahren
Sie waren, behauptete Barbara
Fast noch sympathischer als Barpapapa
Aber die Barbaren waren stark behaart
Und hatten alle einen struppigen Barbarenbart (gar nicht apart)
Daraufhin schickte Barbara ihre
Barbarenfreunde zum Barbarenbartbarbier
Der frisierte den Barbaren sogar den ganzen Kopf
In seinem Barbarenbartbarbierbarbershop
Er war zwar ein fürchterlicher Laberkopp
Aber der Bart war danach total tipptopp
Darauf luden die Barbaren ihren Bartbarbier fein
Nach getaner Arbeit noch in die Rhabarberbar ein
Da tranken sie dann gemeinsam an der Bar noch 'n Bier
Die Rhabarberbar-Barbaren und der Bartbarbier
Und aßen dazu bar jeder Barbarei
Ein Stück Rhabarberkuchen, ich glaub, es war'n zwei
Ja, da wurden sogar ganz harte Männer nahbar
Und das alles dank Barbaras Rhabarber
Drei Barbaren und der Bartbarbier
Saßen eines Abends an der Bar bei 'nem Bier
Da kam die Polizei: "Ja, wo wart denn ihr?"
Drei Barbaren und der Bartbarbier
 
Rap Translation
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Album: Ready to Die
Song: One more chance (remix)

Lyrics:

First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honeys
Dummies - playboy bunnies, those wantin' money
Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get nathan'
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay coochied down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks

TRANSLATION:

As a general rule, I perform deviant sexual acts with women of all
kinds, including but not limited to those with limited intellect, nude
magazine models, and prostitutes. I particularly enjoy sexual
encounters with the latter group as they are generally disappointed in
the fact that they only receive penile intercourse and nothing more,
unless of course, they douche on a consistent basis. Although I am
extremely unattractive, I am able to engage in these types of sexual
acts with some regularity. Perhaps my sexuality is somehow related to
my fancy and expensive jewelry.

Lyrics:

And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me, Nava-hoes creep me in their tee pee
As I lay down laws like I lay carpet
Stop it - if you think your gonna make a profit

TRANSLATION:

I enjoy playing my music loudly on my car stereo. Apparently, women
enjoy this also because they become sexually aroused when they see me
driving. Oddly enough, when I visit the Native American reservations,
some of the more sexually promiscuous Indian women attempt to seduce
me in their homes. Their intent is to divest me of my earnings. Such
actions are unacceptable.

Lyrics:

Don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
In two as I flow with the Junior Mafia
I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya
I'm clockin' ya - Versace shades watchin' ya
Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin

TRANSLATION:

Understand this fact: you can have neither my money, nor my weapons. I
suggest that you inform your peers that we engaged in violent sexual
acts. Currently, I am rapping with my associates, the Junior Mafia.
I'm having some difficulty understanding why you refuse to approach
me. I am attempting to make eye contact with you through my expensive
glasses, and as soon as you respond with a smile, I will approach you.

Lyrics:

First I talk about how I dress and this
And diamond necklaces - stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper - help ya reach the
Climax that your man can't make
Call and tell him you'll be home real late
Let's sing the break

TRANSLATION:

I prefer to open the conversation with light banter about my wardrobe
and jewelry, then I like to discuss my collection of expensive cars.
This is more than enough to convince you to have sexual intercourse
with me. I am able to insert my penis further into you when I enter
you from behind. Furthermore, you will be able to reach orgasm. I
understand this to be a problem with your current sexual partner. He
needn't be concerned about your whereabouts. Please phone him and
inform him that you won't be home for a while. By the way, please sing
the chorus of the song for me also.

Lyrics:

She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is - major pain like Damon Wayans
Low down dirty even like his brother Keenan
Schemin' - don't bring your girl 'round me
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy

TRANSLATION:

Your current love interest no longer wishes to hear your fabrications
about the length of your member. After I had sexual intercourse with
your woman, she became enlightened as to the proper way it is supposed
to be performed; violently and immorally. It would be in your best
interest to keep your woman away from me as my sexual prowess is very
strong. If you are unconvinced, ask Puff Daddy.

Lyrics:

You - ringin' bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve

TRANSLATION:

Despite the fact that you attempted to win her at her doorstep with
bags full of expensive clothes and a car (the lower end model Mercedes
Benz which you financed by signing over your current vehicle)
containing an expensive stereo and a cellular phone, your woman has
contacted me through my pager indicating that we should rendezvous at
midnight.

Lyrics:

Where you at? Flippin' jobs, playin' car notes?
While I'm swimmin' in ya women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke what's the best stroke
Death stroke - tongue all down her throat
Nuthin' left to do but send her home to you
I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?

TRANSLATION:

You, on the other hand, jump from job to job, barely able to maintain
payments on the Mercedes Benz you purchased for your woman. Meanwhile,
I continue to engage in sexual intercourse and commit lewd osculatory
acts with your women. My only remaining option is to request that she
leave my home and return to you because I have reached orgasm and no
longer have a need for her presence.

Lyrics:

So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls
Gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'

TRANSLATION:

The ultimate decision rests with you. Whom do you choose as your
sexual partner. I can take you on cruises around the world. I will
dress you in the finest jewelry and footwear. You will be envied by
women worldwide in your fine clothes and jewelry. There is a special
place in my heart for beautiful women. I will defeat your man in an
altercation because he is effeminate.

Lyrics:

High fashion - flyin' into all states.
Sexin' me while your man masturbates.
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight.
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds.
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent.
I'm not only the client, I'm the player president

TRANSLATION:

You will be dressed in finest clothes on the runways of Paris. I will
fly you to every state to shop for fine clothes and jewelry. You will
enjoy sexual intercourse with me and your man will be forced to
pleasure himself through manual stimulation. What a life! I'll return
you to LaGuardia in time to catch your 8 o'clock flight. The timing is
perfect because I have scheduled a date with a second woman who
arrives at the same gate at 9 o'clock. I'll seduce her in the same way
that I seduced you. I rap well and I am a positive reflection of my
home town. Not only am I a sexually deviant, misogynistic, immoral,
wealthy, male prostitute, but I also sit on the board of directors of
the organization that governs others of my kind.
Wow. How long did that take you?
 
WETHESUSMUSIC

I sucked his cooooooooooock
In Poland
I sucked his cooooooooooock
It's swollen
Hard as a rooooooooooock
In Poland

[Verse]
Uh pfft mhmm yeah
I've been creamin'
Loadin' him with my semen
That boy on his knees, he screamin'
Playin' with my dick he teasin'
I'm leaving that boy wheezin'
I wonder the meaning
His booty, I'm eatin'
Ugh mhhm mhm yeah
Heavy breathin'
My urge to nut is increasing
Soon it's gonna be releasing
I can't help it
Fucking thrust my pelvic
Suck it so angelic
Put that boy in heaven

[Chorus]
I sucked his cooooooooooock
In Poland
I sucked his cooooooooooock
It's swollen
I sucked his aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
In Poland
Hard as a rooooooooooock
In Poland
 
This is a little older, from 2004 I think. It's called Rain Water by Brother Ali.


The question was raised to me the other day
why I seem to always have joy.
Well I'd like to take time to set the record straight.
All the joy I've ever known has disappeared...

(Brother Ali)
Uh, into motherfuckin' thin air.
Like it's never even been there.
My joy done left me y'all.
Shit I never hang my head man.

CHORUS
And God's rain water flow through the same gutter
that we walk today, gotta stay brave brotha.
Keep you your lip stiff, keep your fist clenched.
At times you gotta kick your way through this bitch.

And I can't stop feelin' guilty smilin'.
A wise man once told me that every cloud has a silver linin'.
I wanted to believe him but its a trick to find em'
when the people around me continue dyin'.
Grandad was in the twilight of his life
when he closed his eyes tight and opened his wrists wide.
What make a tenth round fighter with a winning score
decide he need to throw the towel before the whistle blow?
Maybe I'll never know, but I inherited his poetic soul
so the sybolism's yet to show.
Is life so obscene that death's more serine?
Or was an old auther trying to write his own closing scene?
Nothin stings like knowin that the woman who gave me this life is being eaten from the inside.
I thought we'd never make shit right.
I wish I'd have viewed it once clear
before you were done here.
That's two in one year that I let leave here,
lovin' me, without shedding one single tear.
Either I'm one of the strongest people left
or ya'll should stone me for even trying to steal breath.

CHORUS X2

They say "Shit, scrapper, you all by yourself ain't ya?"
Damn straight, I got a jail cell nature.
Been boxed up but I've never been settled in.
Then got tough, started developing leather skin.
I learned to make that face that tells predators
it's better to reassess just who you bout to wrestle with.
I'm on one like the first kick drum of the beat.
Clear my lungs, spit blood on the street.
They tellin me we got nothing to fear but fear itself
but I fear I have no human fear left.
Someday I'm gonna wanna peel back these calluses
and really feel life again and that where my challenge is.
I've been kickin and bitin for so long
that when they throw me a rescue rope I'll be too weary to hold on
and see the light. So I sing through the tears
in the key of life, the way a wounded ego might.

Chorus X2

My joy done left me ya'll.
She don't show her face around these parts.
Every time she come she gets chased off,
so she stays distant.

If it weren't for me squintin he wouldn't know the sun was out.
I hate every word that come out of his fuckin mouth.
Ladies treat him special, don't know nothin bout him.
If they saw what his wife see they wouldn't fuss about him.
He can't do shit right but rap and make babies
and babies need daddy at home consistent,
but rap keep daddy on the road religious.
So even in my two loves my soul is so conflicted.
My son came into this world innocent
and he deserves everything that needs to live in it.
And this home I made for him is broken,
I'm hopin his love for me will never grow thin.
It hurts daddy to know and to know when
you were cryin at the hospital I'm out tryin to rock a show.
I made a vow that we'd never be broke again
and I'd never be a burden on another friend.
So when I've sweated on my farewell stage,
when I've wrote my last hook in my last rhyme book,
when I get the last nod of approval from my family,
this is the man I have to be.

Chorus X4
 
Syphilis, Nelly Furtado ft Timbaland

Been waitin' on you, girl, since around 10:30
Feelin' kinda funny since we did the dirty

Every guy I sleep with says the same thing
Let me guess: you've got a rash on your ding-a-ling?
And I've got cold sweats and I've got the chills
And I've gone through a case of Lamisil

I told you we should have used protection
But you couldn't think straight with your erection
Now let's go the the chorus section

Hey syphilis girl, tell me what the funk
You left your mark all over my junk

Hey syphilis boy, you'd better review
Did you get it from me, or did I get it from you?

Come on, girl, don't be no cynic
I saw you last week coming out that clinic

You've tapped every ass in this place
Even that skank with the sores on her face
I didn't hit that many, I was just chillin'
Then what's with that bottle of Penicillin?
Nelly, don't get the wrong idea
I take the Penicillin for my Gonorrhoea

Hey, syphilis girl, I got your disease
I wanted your body, not your STD's

Hey, syphilis boy, now don't you blame me
That's the price you pay for promiscuity
Hey, syphilis girl, that's one wicked strain
By this time next week we will both be insane

Hey, syphilis boy, I think you are wrong
I'm feeling it now as we finish this song
 
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
Looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and they snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way that you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
And you leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take and still somehow
It's love's illusions that I recall
I really don't know love
I really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say, "I love you, " right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

Oh, but now old friends, they're acting strange
And they shake their heads and they tell me that I've changed
Well, something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
It's life's illusions that I recall
I really don't know life
I really don't know life at all
 
I actually just heard this song today for the first time and something about the lyrics caught my attention. This is just the relevant parts.

Hippie Sabotage Don't Tempt Me

It don't feel good when you never push through
Bad times they eat you up but they don't make you
What don't kill you only makes you stronger
See hunger turned myself into a monster

I keep running 'til I can't think no more
I keep swimming 'til I can't see the shore
I keep flying 'til I can't see the ground
I keep climbing bet I never come down

Bon voyage to my old life
Fuck that shit
Thought I had it figured out
Bitch I guess I didn't
Need to give myself a chance
Or at least attempt
To give myself a fucking break
For the state I'm in
 
Sometimes I feel the fear of
Uncertainty stinging clear
And I, I can't help but ask myself
How much I let the fear take the wheel and steer


[Pre-Chorus]
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague
Haunting mass appeal

But lately I'm beginning to find that I
Should be the one behind the wheel


[Chorus]
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there, yeah, ohh

[Verse 2]
So if I decide to waiver my
Chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine
And hold my own and drive?
Ohh-oh-ohh

[Pre-Chorus]
It's driven me before, and it seems to be the way
That everyone else gets around
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found

[Chorus]
And whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there, yeah, ohh


[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Would you choose the water over wine
Hold the wheel and drive?

[Chorus]
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
With open arms and open eyes, yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there, yeah, ohh

[Outro]
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
No-no-no, do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do-do-do
No-no-no-no-no
 
Slidin' on them opps until the pin drops;
talk is cheap, you won't hear a beep beep,
creep.

What's wrong with these Jambronies? They say they are your friends, but you ain't got 1 homie -
try and dome me? Are you fucking kiddin' me? I got family round the globe, I flew private smokin' tree.
When you hop off the porch? I was age 8, now I'm BK38 and as Kendrick said, welp, "you late."

I just smoke tree, issue a decree, you were talking about bitches scatterin'
I was talking pavement, broads, daylight and grey matter in

Bin that, your shit is recycled garbage, generic
Esoteric is my style, have you in hysterics is how I roll, breathe control, don't pay the tolls and I always score the goals
I can body a track if people talk smack, they splinter, the gon' crack cuz they're all lame-ducks and whack...
Quack

Don't make me go Rick James snitch, or I'll two time you with a switch
lil' titch, I'll make a monster out of you if you think you so nice
of men and mice, Jesus Christ, first one's a pass, the second one's your last
gas - your ass.

Mask, task, b2b, I'm on another level si?
No hablo Espagnol? You must me joking senior
I leave ya body in that ditch because I'm what?
Hardcore

TOR got you thinking you safe,
breathe, wreath, well...I got a premonition,
it it ain't gon' be me that lift the casket,
I got all the ammunition

How much can you bare Paul? Because I'm Paul Bunyan,
speaking of TOR, I could peel you like an Onion
I was talkin' 'bout Jabronies but actually it's Jabberwockyz
If you read between the lines you don't need no walkie-talkies.

Mock me, I double dare ya, I driple dare ya, I xxxtension air ya

Double entendre or has it just quadrupiled?
It's time to go class kid, you know you're just a pupil.
I'm a masterclass, par excellence, bar none,
I don't need a stupid weapon
my brain is my gun.
MY OWN YO
 
Sometimes I feel like I've drifted, I feel different I feel gifted
I've been high so long, don't need to smoke to get lifted
I've been under pressure looking for Nikki
Whenever she is around, you know I come quickly

Vivid memories of Chicago, south side where I go
From Reggies to the House of Blues, progress is the motto
Man the first show that I ever done sold out was in Chicago
Yeah, yeah, living like I've been ready to die
Maybe not, I don't know why my mind is changing
Rearranging this dangerous melody, uh
Yeah, and I know that ain't nobody finna ever be ahead of me
All that competition right there is dead to me
Yeah, uh, yeah, I've been turning the pages
Feeling the vibe, shit is outrageous
Boy, I've been feeling courageous
This shit right here, I've been at it for ages
Feels like I'm running through mazes
Everybody has they phases

Yeah, vibe with this, bad bitch in the whip and I ride to this
And I'm feeling it uh, hope when I'm forty I'm still in it
One of the few that be killing it, uh
Yeah, young motherfucker that be giving what he living
On the road to success so you know that I'm driven
But they didn't wanna publish it
But right now I'm on some other shit
I'm in a different world, I'm with a different girl

I'm with the same team, but it's a different scheme
Remember back when I couldn't even pay the bills
And I'll never forget how that feels back when I would
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[Bridge]
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it, I'm gone
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it, I'm gone


[Verse 2]
Okay, doing what I gotta do, flying at this altitude
I look out the window like Goddamn, that's what I really do
Don't know why I fear the planes, sometimes I wish to sustain
If I look back on it I would do it all over again

Nikki, Nikki, where you been? I can't wait to breathe you in
Been on this plane way too long, I can't wait to see you again

Oh my God this turbulence has got me sippin' on this liquor
Crazy, racist, white bitch looking at us
Like, "Who are these niggas?"
First class, on they ass, all complain that's when I dash

Just landed in Europe and this model bitch is tryna smash
Now I'm riding on the train, all this shit inside my brain
Just left a hotel in Belgium, damn them waffles was insane

Smoking blunts in Amsterdam
Oh my God, this is my jam
"May-December" by Mos Def
In my headphones, that's the man


[Chorus]
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
And they wonder why I never get high

I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
And they wonder why I never get high


[Verse 3]
Okay, fuck affiliation, I'm that dude that did it on his own
These thoughts inside my mind be fuckin' with me when I'm all alone
I really like this girl she bad as fuck, why must I run away?
It feel like self assassination, I can't put this gun away

God damn, what's the plan? Not complacent where I am
Reminiscing when I hit the road back in that mini van
Broke as fuck, not a dollar, whipping that Chevy Impala
Praying that we make it out this city, Lord willin', Insha'Allah
Up to date the couple years, now my idols are my peers
I was on the road to nowhere till I decided to veer
Put my everything into this shit, you know, I know you know this
Used to give a fuck what people thought, hoping that they would notice
Stop giving a fuck cause music gotta be the only motive
Mind racing on and off the track, I'm going locomotive

[Skit: Logic & Anna]
I can't believe you don't like Tarantino
Ugh, I don't like him because, like—when it's non like non-Tarantino-esque, I think it's a good movie—
You mean like Inglourious Basterds?—I didn't see that
What?!—I didn't, I don't know—
Oh my God! Have you seen 'Pulp Fiction'?
Yeah, but I don't really remember it
What you talking about? Have you seen uh... this is funny cause we're on a train... have you seen—fuck! What's his name? The guy from the movie, in the place, on the thing?
On the train? With the scenery?
Uh, I'm tryna remember right now, dammit—'Source Code'!
No—You haven't seen that?
No—With the dude from 'Donnie Darko'?
Who's that?—Oh my God

Well, I still wanna know what your favorite Tarantino movie is...
My favorite Tarantino movie—?


[Chorus]
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
And they wonder why I never get high

I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
And they wonder why I never get high

I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
And they wonder why I never get high


[Outro: Thalia]
The original members of the Rattpack include:
C Dot Castro, Big Lenbo and Logic
 
Thick Thighs

You got a tank ass, four-wheel drive
Fat like a manatee, double-wide
Do your lunges, do them squats
So you can keep on eating those tater tots
Chilling like a iceberg, ass Titanic
Ride, Sally Ride, almost off the planet
Mmm, mmm, good, like Campbells canned it
Price check on that ass, 'cause I'm 'bout to scan

Hard rock go wiggle
When the jelly do jam
Make the neighbour break a sweat
Make me hollar "goddamn"
Chub rub ain't wrong
If you're doing it right
Start a fire in your pants
It'll burn all night

Back it up, show it off
Make it wink, when you cough
Shake a thigh, serve a breast
See ya chicken bucket dress
Tree trunks make ya thunk
That you wanna dip n dunk
It's a meal, not a snack
Let me hear ya holler back

Thick thighs make a dick rise
Thick thighs make a dick rise
(you know)
Thick thighs make a dick rise
Thick thighs make a dick rise
(make a dick rise)

On a pole, on a roll
Loose meat and a hole
Dump trucks taking money
Like they pay tolls
This piggy here, roast beef, ain't sharin' none
Legs on fleek, lookin' for fun
Put a finger sandwich in my cellulite
Like a meat lovers pizza, now that's delight
Ham-strings got the dick standing upright
Imma need two hands, let me drip the mic

Hard rock go wiggle
When the jelly do jam
Make the neighbour break a sweat
Make me holler "goddamn"
Chub rub ain't wrong
If you're doing it right
Start a fire in your pants
It'll burn all night

Back it up, show it off
Make it wink when you cough
Shake a thigh, serve a breast
In a chicken bucket dress
Tree trunks make ya thunk
That you wanna dip and dunk
It's a meal, not a snack
Let me hear ya holler back

Thick thighs make a dick rise
Thick thighs make a dick rise
Thick thighs make a dick rise
Thick thighs make a dick rise

Cute face, thick thighs
Gonna make a dick rise
Cute, face, thick thighs
Gonna make a dick rise

If you're thick down there by yourself now
Get your hands up, get your ass out
If you're thick down there by yourself now
Give it real good, 'til you pass out

Back it up, show it off
Make it wink, when you cough
Shake a thigh, serve a breast
In a chicken bucket dress
Tree trunks make ya thunk
That you wanna dip n dunk
It's a meal, not a snack
Let me hear ya holler back

Thick thighs make a dick rise
Thick thighs make a dick rise
Thick thighs make a dick rise
Thick thighs make a dick rise

And squeeze and tone
And squeeze and tone
 
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