1. |
Villain
02:54
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Intro:
what the fuck am i supposed to do with all this weight up on my shoulder (yea)
cos girl i'm only human and these pills don't work no more
so why you take me for a villain (villain Villain)
why you take me for a villain (villain Villain)
why you take me for a villain (villain Villain)
girl why you take me for a villain (villain Villain)
Verse:
quit making me your villain bitch pants in a bunch
I been a god damn man from the jump
transit stuck here man where the fuck is
all that cash that i planned to have snuck in
bastard child hash in a pile
never get high on your own supply
but i don't do drugs i was spozed to try
till i got caught up on that coaster ride
doc said this take these pills
have these drops and the weight just shifts
see that shrink fuck that bitch
now i gotta deal with this shit myself
no one to help no one to catch
you when you fall and you're flat on your ass
rock bottom rocks in the glass
straight grey goose doing shots on the dash
box in the back life's all packed
now just do it nike ad
talked my self into all these dreams
goals seem far and it always seems
thoughts are clouded i'm surrounded
walls are caving on me now and
all wanted was this shit right here to last for half an hour
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2. |
Marilyn
06:16
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Verse 1
Could i have this dance with you baby
Can you feel my heartbeat beating
My heart keeps racing
But you won't ever listen
You don't really listen
Chorus
fuck me like you're marilyn
i wanna be your baby daddy
you don’t know but i be on it
cant believe it's happening
you don’t wanna move
i got a i got a
i got a glock up in my hand
you don’t wanna move
i got a i got a glock up in my hand
Verse 2
big blue eyes on a curvy frame
glock in the drawer with the dirty change
give it to me raw she the rock to my roll
so we role play till we hear the birdies sing
retweet that tell it to the world
i can drive you wild let me be your chauffeur
slide through the avenue park on the block
got tank on the compact disc in the slot
a left up a head a swig of the goose
a half of the haze fly like balloons
so far gone adios world
damn i’m impressed by your cardio girl
i don’t give a fuck you don’t give a fuck
so we just fuck we can do it in the truck
(one thing) act like you’re marilyn
and i’ll consider marrying
Chorus
Verse 2
smoke filled room heart of the city
hilton suite where we partied to biggie
clean white girl on the bed it would seem
that you punks woulda never known the girl that i mean
ain’t it funny though both like white girls
she a bisexual with a runny nose
she ain’t coming home it’s too late dad
can’t stop now worn through the brake pads
(yea) and i tore through the dress
all up in her bizz can’t keep it to myself
hotel looking like it’s world war three
sheets on the floor and the girls on me
teeth to the neck nails in my back
blow my mind body in a bag
(one thing) act like you’re marilyn
and i’ll consider marrying
Chorus 3
fuck me like you're marilyn
i wanna be your baby daddy
you don’t know but i be on it
cant believe it's happening
you don’t wanna move
i got a yea
i got a glock up in my hands baby
you don’t wanna move
i got a glock up in my hand
Outro
fuck me like you're marilyn
fuck me like you're marilyn (yea)
do me do me like you're marilyn (yea)
i said fuck me like you're marilyn
i said do me like you're marilyn
i said fuck me like you're marilyn
fuck me like you're marilyn
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3. |
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Chorus
I know you want me baby if you call me
call me on my phone ima put you on the voice mail
how do i say this right now i'm the hottest
you're dealing with the man
Girl, you're dealing with the hottest
I got my head up I got my head up in the clouds
(Somebody wake me in the morning) (repeat)
Verse 1
(Check It) i'm as real as they come and she respect that
probably the reason she ain't tryna get her ex back
fattest ass smallest waist with the best rack
so when she hit me asking where the sex at i text back
she hold me down she don't even get the cruel side
always catch me staring at her when she's sitting pool side
i treat her like she ain't your average
not only bi-sexual she'll go and bag the bitch
she got good taste give me good face
how'd your corporate ass fall in love with my hood ways
and i ain't gotta remind her further more
when the truth's right in front of you what the fuck you look like searching for
Chorus
Verse 2
(Flight School)
i got my head up in the clouds bitch flying on my soul plane
always do the maintenance so everything is O.K.
head up in the clouds yea face up in this cocaine
we are on some other shit hoping that it won't change
but hollywood got us greedy for that fast life
what goes up must come down meet me at the half pipe
after sex she's alone she could really use a hug
naked pictures on my phone baby you're a shutterbug
fuck is up with you saying you're in love with us
when i know that you like me cos i'm hung Snuffleupagus
the last supper's up time to get your clothes back on
reality is back in town greet her now with open arms
and when you feel like no one's on the shit that you've been
you hit the ground so fast and you're alone again unicorn
so when you told me that you might not be around
i ignored the words you said with my head up in the clouds
Bridge
If you could hold up hold up for a minute
cos girl i'm tryna tryna hit the fast lane
i've been hustling i'm tryna keep it real
but all you keep doing is fuckin' up my moment
Stop fuckin' with my moment
i know you love me but
stop fuckin' with my moment
got my head up in the clouds
got my head up in the clouds
Stop fuckin' with my moment
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4. |
Let Me Go
04:05
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Verse 1
Just one more lap to go in my chevy
gas filled up but still i feel empty
let my calls go to voice mail bet i’m gon’ make it
and fuck you if you disagree
one sip of this could do damage
four white girls in the back of my camry
all my calls go to voice mail she just can’t take it
but tell me do you still believe
cos i don’t and i don’t really lose faith
but i know that you were just a mistake
but i can't get rid of you and me
if it’s all the same to
you let me go
Chorus:
don't be callin' on my ass i'll be on the next train home
(don't care if you let me go)
wrote a note put it in your bed put it put it next to your pillow
(don't care if you let me go)
seems like i cared too much cared too much to fake shit
(don't care if you let me go)
you never gave a flying fuck about me i'm out with the wind girl
let me go let me go let me go
i'm out with the wind girl
let me go
Verse 2
time is of the essence
holding back for a bitch never was a question
pocket full of dreams but you’re so prone to nesting
now you’re home alone too joe pesci
i’m busy now yea i’ll meet you at the spot
thought i’d buy us some time if i bought you a watch
wrong playing chicken is a pass time
see who budge first it was you last time
but last time you had promised it’s the last time
so that sound like another promise backfired
if thats right what you talkin’ for pipe down
i’m single as a dollar bill as of right now
Chorus
Verse 3
just one more stop to make on my travels
trust used up you think i’m an asshole
i don’t care if you hate me but i’m gon’ say this
and fuck you if you disagree
you used me up i went cuckoo
but now it’s all good cos i got a new you
all your calls go to voice mail i just don’t take them
but tell me do you still believe
cos i don’t and i don’t really lose faith
but i know that you were just a mistake
but i can't get rid of you and me
if it’s all the same to you let me go
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5. |
Colors Fade
04:01
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Verse 1
trapped inside my own ego you left me wounded bleeding
even though i wasn't really home you can assume i'm leaving
it's time where the hoes at sick of your dumb tricks they old throw back
back on that prozac (nah) dead that back on my sixteen bars (yea)
bags packed the apartment's empty
grab that trash pull apart that fendi
gucci prada (rah rah)
shut your face trick lets just not get caught up
(nah) no more supportive mr. be there's dead and gone
call your dad and have him walk you out (out) wedding song
Chorus
it's like my heart beat's tripping on me lately
it's like my head's been spinning on me baby
i cannot take this anymore cos it seems everything i do is wrong
i wanna go cos we've been here before and i can't seem to make it right
though we try to paint our picture back the colors fade again
and again and again the colors fade again
and again and again the colors fade again
Verse 2
the puzzle piece is missin' the colors fade again
we blame each other back and forth you like to play the game
i shower you take the time to search my phone you coward
cut the cord enough's enough its time we've reached our final hour
call up the boys need poison eight shots i'm gone and faded
don't usually smoke but pass the weed till me and zique related
don't think i'm stupid baby drop you like a hot potato
watch your mouth there's nothing i don't hear about yea i'm out
Bridge
i'm feeling like a fool (like a fool) wasting all my time with this girl (with this girl)
i'm feeling like a fool (like a fool) wasting all my time with this girl (with this girl)
no she don't really love me no no (she don't love m)
no she don't really love me no no
no she don't really love me no no (she don't love m)
no she don't really love me no no
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6. |
Hey Girl
04:07
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Verse 1
(aye) i'm kind of busy but i'd make time
goerge jetson gritty on my space grind
but you so pretty little cutie you could change minds
and you turn heads facetime
i ain't playing babe who you laying with
you make me wanna speak a bunch of other languages
shoot for the moon i'm two for two (uh)
nowitzki at the free throw you couldn't lose (nah)
a tutor teach you things he couldn't school ya
he'll never measure up girl put down that ruler
ya two's up duces you're ready to come clean
it's getting hot but your guards up sunscreen
Chorus
beautiful girls in my world i can see
but you are the only one that i'd say it to
could i know your name and your favorite drink
but you get your girls
and i'm like woah woah woah
Hey girl (i'm tryna holla at that cute thing)
Hey girl (i'm tryna holla at that cute thing)
Hey girl (i'm tryna holla at that cute thing)
we can have a few drinks
and you could tell me your name
Hey girl (i'm tryna holla at that cute thing)
Hey girl (i'm tryna holla at that cute thing)
Hey girl (i'm tryna holla at that cute thing)
we can have a few drinks
and you could tell me your name
you hot but your girlfriends not can we get away girl i'm tryna (holla at you girl like)
you hot but your girlfriends not can we get away girl i'm tryna (holla at you girl like)
you hot but your girlfriends not you look like yes and she look like no (holla at you girl like)
you hot but your girlfriends not you look like yes but she look like no (holla at you girl like)
Verse 2
didn't used to take criticism well no
i figured out i could tell 'em hell so
i got broads always blowin' up my cell phone
you make me laugh little girl chappelle's show
ping ping, thats the BBM
she wanna know if i can see her in the evening
i ping back like ima send her three of them
i got my phone book covered seasoning
all these other lame dudes just a tad bland
so let me take you out like trash can
(yea) on the real i wouldn't mind seeing you
hair down in a drop top vehicle
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7. |
3 A.M.
04:18
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Verse 1
something tells me you ain't even tryna see me no more
cut the crap trick tell me are you seeing someone
cos if it's true tell me now
i was only tryna put my thing up in your mouth
someone tells me you've been messing 'round with other dudes
tell me baby now wasn't i enough for you
cos if it's true tell me this
is it cool if i go out and fuck another bitch
nah i didn't think so think so
'bout to drown another tablet in my rental rental
as i pull up by the entrance of the hotel i call
but i shouldn't really even have your number at all
Chorus
baby it's 3 a.m.
i been smoking a lot
i need you to come over here with all that you got
park your booty in bed
maybe give me some head
i ain't fuckin' with relationships
i know you understand
cos baby you you you
got me thinking if i need a girl
cos baby you you you
got me thinking if i need a girl
if i need a girl girl girl
if i need a girl girl girl
if i need a girl girl girl
if i need a girl
yea yea baby if i need a girl
Verse 2
keep talkin' baby piss me off all that daba doo doo talk
push me to the limit but i never put my hands on ya
and since we're being truthful now tell me who have you been 'round
tell me who that dude is pulling chairs for you like suicide
who is right pull you aside ask you if its true or not
give you every chance to be as honest as you say you are
i am not stupid but i saw that man scoop you up
and now you're never gonna get that ring jupiter
walk me baby through the things
you've done it to me once again
lying to my face to get ahead like a compliment
no more time for you and i am i not speaking fluent ma
i know you like to french kiss and slobber down the boulevard
au revoir did i pronounce that right i meant goodbye
and i ain't bruce willis and we ain't no friends Demi moore
henny four CL poor double shots me and moi
got her covered chest to crotch dizzle baby leotard
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8. |
Death of Me
03:44
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Verse 1
soft pack of cigarettes a white picket fence
do i detect hate a slight touch of ignorance
i got the daddy issue pops didn't bail though
he just called me out assuming i was tossing yayo
that's why i'm a man though pulling strings banjo
but also why i'm known for flying off the fucking handle
flight school delightful career smooth as bike suits
and we're just making music cos we like to
Chorus
you've seen what i can do
ain't you scared boi
while you're sitting on the bench i'm hoopin' ten points
you think that i'm a fool
but shit i like that
ain't nobody gon' stop me while i'm killin' these players
to the death of me
to the death of me
to the death of me
to the death of me
to the death of me
to the death of me
to the death of me
to the death of me
you've seen what i can do
Verse 2
(yea) i'm fresh i'm fly
cant say shit to me please don't try
give that young boi a lil' piece of my mind
(What?) ima eat you alive
let 'em know where we from where we stay at fam
zique tell em man kill em with the snare
(bang bang) dead yep gone shouldna slept on us
haters put a hex on us they goners
when the trunks in your city thump
head phones blair in the bus and you just can't get enough
rush to your record store pick us up
me plus zique gon' feast yep eat competitors
next round on us bartender
tell em they can have what they like we spending
throw it in the bag bitch shoes you got it
jimmy choo's on the credit card no problem (no problem)
ima pay it off later
while i'm still young gotta be a go getta
blame on the jeezy cd's please
that the keys to the car and the TV's leased
and the rent ain't paid but the chicks are bad
teeth all white wrigleys ad
you so fine but you been so bad
and the indo's gone like we never had it
Chorus X2
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9. |
Hands on Ya
05:32
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Verse1
you got your face up in the tabloids
comparing me to all the rappers and the bad boys
i take a trip so you strap me with a magnum
thinking ima fuck so it's better if i had one
at least then there's no baby mama drama
or me coming home saying baby i'm a father
but who'd i text when i touched down
and who's the person that i call every time i turn the lights out
it's you and there's a cause and effect
and if you keep causing this all ima flip
i found a center fold i took the adderall
two 15 milligram that is all
i'm feeling good now like i could lose you
like ima beat it up no more goody two shoes
and that's the truth too the hurt though
and i ain't perfect but everybody's hurtful
Chorus
you hit the lights out on my mind baby
it's 5 in the morning
i can't seem to write a thing
poplin' xanax finding my escape
fuckin' with the girls
rockstar living
perphenazine
and i just cant seem to
(put) my hands on ya
but i just cant
(put) my hands on ya
(repeat)
Verse 2
you got your nose up in my business
like we ain't break up part ways talk shit
like you ain't say that you're done and you don't care
that if we kept on i'd commit adultery
bullshit bitch you just like your dole
gold digger so i saw it as a code red
i put the breaks on ya no more daytona
no more marry go rounds i escaped from ya
amphetamines salt-based medicine
but i don't even have attention deficit
i found a centerfold i took the adderall
two 15 milligram that is all
i'm feeling good now coz i lost you
thats a front though i'm really feeling awful
so much to say you could get a jaw full
i'm feeling stepped on here horseshoe
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10. |
Plan A
06:03
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Intro:
remember when you said (ah)
the formula is fuck the formula (haha)
Verse 1
said i'd never change then i saw change
sell a beat spend the money on a damn chain
well a small chain i ain't ballin'
get some new clothes a nicer apartment
writing songs in the cold on a park bench
in my head this could work if my heart's in
in my heart this could work if my head's straight
shake em all off bunch of dead weight
square one how many of you sincere
and will you be here if I'm ever injured
thought so so it's all in or derail
time's money no biggie i'll just resell
fuck you pay me thats the motto
tryna go from VW right to Gallardo
tryna say peanuts drop it on a condo
playing for the green like I'm Rajon Rondo
Chorus
remember when you said
that i couldn't make it
well fuck you
in my head knowing that
i was made for this shit
yea so fuck you
and you
and you (repeat)
Verse 2
met zique let me get your details
we should work on a song this could be ill
i'll rap you sing whatever
both make beats birds of a feather
money seem real 'round here no hologram
so close and there's nobody hotter than
flight school tell your friends tell a friend (tell a friend)
all you fake fucks get gone with the wind (ah)
no swagger jacks we ain't having that
in the clouds in the streets in the cadillacs
in spain yea we in spain
all around the world with a song insane
i'm just sayin' yea we in spain
all around the world with a song insane
he sings better i rap badder
did it on our own no step ladder
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