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Travis Scott’s Fortnite debut draws 12.3 million users, tops Marshmello

Marshmello set a precedent with his massive Fortnite concert in early 2019, drawing 10.7 million users into the game to watch the virtual show. Now, Travis Scott has topped that record with 12.3 million during his Astronomical event in-game yesterday. The event also continues today and tomorrow.

Even more impressive, that number doesn’t even account for the number of people who were watching streams of the event via personalities like Ninja on Twitch (video below).

Travis Scott “performed” hits like “Sicko Mode,” “Goosebumps,” and “Highest In The Room.” He finished the event with the debut of his new collaboration with Kid Cudi, “THE SCOTTS.”

Watch the stream and check the video for “THE SCOTTS” below.

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Zeds Dead Throws Down Legendary Set For Insomniac Live Stream

On week four of Insomniac’s Virtual Rave-A-Thon series, the events company invited Zeds Dead to perform for their Nocturnal-themed stream and the duo’s Hooks absolutely brought the house down.

Not only getting ‘ZEDS DEAD BABY’ trending on Twitter but also ‘Day N Nite’ for playing out Crookers’ 2008 remix of Kid Cudi’s seminal track, the hour-long set is easily one of the group’s best to-date. Starting out with some choice drum & bass, moving into heavier bass and even dropping some grime into Ginz and Joker’s classic “Purple City.”

In fact, the first 20 minutes or so were all throwbacks. And it was glorious to witness. He also sneaks in a couple IDs, one with Diplo at 23:57 and another with Yultron at 43:28. (Go to 1001tracklists for full tracklist.)

Now, you can relive the magic below as Insomniac has officially uploaded the set to their YouTube channel. Check it out below!

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Kid Cudi Asks Why “Day N Nite” Is Trending On Twitter – The Answer? Zeds Dead

Kid Cudi jumped on Twitter overnight to find his classic hit song “Day N Nite” was trending on Twitter — all thanks to Zeds Dead.

Last night, Hooks threw down a virtual set via the Nocturnal Wonderland live stream and not only got “ZEDS DEAD BABY” trending on Twitter, but “Day N Nite” as well. It was the Crookers remix of the iconic track that sent EDM Twitter into a spiral — and today, everyone is still talking about it.

This goes to show the power of Insomniac and online festivals such as these. Although we can’t be together right now IRL, we’re all together in spirit.

Hopefully the news has made it’s way to Kid Cudi by now…

ZEDS DEAD BABY, ZEDS DEAD.

Day N Nite Trending

Why is Day N Nite trending and why am I not sleep? 🤔

— The Chosen One (@KidCudi) April 12, 2020

Much love to everyone that tuned into our streams last night!

Hit #2 trending on Twitter and even had Day n Nite trending too 😂 pic.twitter.com/TJGOUyMwXg

— ZEDS DEAD (@zedsdead) April 12, 2020

Zeds Dead made my night when he played Day N Nite by KID CUDI 🥺🥰🔥🔥💘 !!! pic.twitter.com/Aifa3WwB9Z

— J.F ☣️ (@_Jaxkieee) April 12, 2020

… yo Cudi didn't even perform tonight and Zeds Dead played is Day N Night (crookers remix) and… its trending at … 25 in the states….?!? Ummm what??!!!??

Shows you HOW MANY PEOPLE LOVE @KidCudi ❤❤❤❤❤

Will say it again til the end of time… owe a lot to his music 🙏

— Darren Kim (@TheDarrenKim) April 12, 2020

 

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Migos – Bad and Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) Lyrics

[Intro: Offset]
You know, young rich n****s
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Hey!

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
F***in’ on your b**** she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ n**** (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My b****is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My b**** is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackades on rackades, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your b**** right from you (You)
B**** I’m a dog, roof (grr)
Beat the h** walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that b**** to come comfort me (comfort me)
I swear these n****s is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Aye, we did the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Courtside with a bad b**** (b****)
Then I send the b**** through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m bougie (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackades on rackades, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You n****s got a low Act rate (Act)
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)
Fat Cookie bl*** in the ashtray (cookie)
Two b****es, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bae (brr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
F***in’ on your b**** she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ n**** (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My b****is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My b**** is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to your b**** as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that n**** duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These b****es they f*** and suck d****
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your Klout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young n**** trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke h**, get the door, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
F***in’ on your b**** she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ n**** (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My b****is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My b**** is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My n****s is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My b**** she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these n****s watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my h**s like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want f**k with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that b**** got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these n****s, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me (yeah)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin’ up right to a two-piece (yeah)
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf (yeah)
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese (yeah)
Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin’
I swear to God that be that Gucci (aye)
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin’ (yeah)

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Migos – Bad And Boujee (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live)

[Intro: Offset]
You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Hey!

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (You)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grr)
Beat the hoe walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me (jumpin’ me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Aye, we did the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I’m young and rich and plus I’m bougie (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bathe (brr)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin’
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (draco)
I’m always hangin’ with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin’ for Instagram, get your Klout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it though, Macy Gray (hey)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin’ my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of Rari? 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me (yeah)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin’ up right to a two-piece (yeah)
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf (yeah)
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese (yeah)
Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin’
I swear to God that be that Gucci (aye)
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin’ (yeah)

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga (hey)
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

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Future – Codeine Crazy lyrics

[Intro]
Codeine crazy, yeah
Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly
Pour that bubbly, pour that bubbly
Pour that bubbly, we done went through too much
You hear me?

[Bridge]
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy, drink that muddy
When we’re cuddling, yeah I’m covered in
I was dug in it, I was just loving it
That’s for them other niggas, that’s for them other bitches
They ain’t for you dog, that’s for them other niggas
That ain’t for you shorty, that’s for that other bitch
I’m going crazy bout it, I’m going codeine crazy
That’s how I’m living it, I’m feeling lovely

[Verse 1]
I’m drinking bubbly, I’m drinking bubbly
Take all my problems and drink out the bottle and fuck on a model, yeah
Audemar, this not a carnival, this is a Royal Oak Cartier
Dom Perignon I get down with the brown,
I get chauffeured around
I pour up with my rounds, I pour up out of town
I corrupt your town with them guns and them pounds
I grew up on them grounds with the dealers and hound
We order more bottles and fuck on more models and pass em around
I say everything triple time, Rollie, AP, Hublot triple time
I just know the ones you call upon, I just had to pay my dawg a bond
Looking at me like a triple threat, everytime a nigga talk a check
Smoke the kush up like a cigarette, run it back you hear my intellect
Celebratin like the championship, celebratin like the championship
Celebratin like the championship, celebratin like the championship
I told you, I told you, I told you, I told you…
Don’t tell me you celibate to the mula
I just went Rick the Ruler with the jeweler
I just wish you’d stop perpetrating like a goonie
Abu Dhabi, niggas straight out the sewer
Like a loaded chopper, I’m ’bout to shoot it
I’m so fucking sick and tired of these rumors
I just dived inside a cutie, we spoonin’
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson; put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin’ by the phone – waitin’ ’til I reply
Drying my eyes, believe it or not
I could never see a tear fallin’
Water drippin’ off of me like a faucet
I just took a bitch to eat at Chipotle
Spent another 60 thousand on a Rollie
All my diamonds got you brainwashed
She sucked my dick and got my brain washed
And for the shit that got your man popped
See what they did to Biggie and Pac
Pour a lil lil liquor out, pour a lil malt liquor out
Pour it out, pour it out, pour it out

[Hook]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

[Verse 2]
Drownin’ in Actavis, suicide
When I hit the scene it’s homicide
Diamond pinky ring – a lollipop
Fuck the hate – I pull up in a drop
Diamonds colder than a glacier
Ballin’ harder than the Pacers
I been tryin’ to have some patience
Told my momma she should pray on it
Told the streets they gotta wait on it
She gonna put a nigga name on it
I just dropped a whole thang on it
I’m making U.S.D’s overseas
That’s U.S. dollars that you can’t achieve
Fucked my white girl, she said “Nigga please.”
For that white girl, she said “Nigga please.”
Playin’ poker – now we’re back at Strokers
I forgot her name, but her pussy’s soakin’
When I seen her on a pole…
Reminded myself when I used to come over
Reminded myself when I used to get loaded
Remindin’ myself that I’m still gettin’ loaded
The coupe fully loaded, this whip fully loaded
This whip fully loaded, the clip fully loaded
I try to control this
Let’s wrap up some bottles, let’s pop off some bottles
These niggas who bogus, let’s pour up a pint
I’ma fuck around and faint like I’m Kid Cudi probably
I fuck around and faint, I’ma fall on a drink
Rockin’ Tom Ford, poppin’ molly
Married to this motherfuckin’ money

[Hook]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

[Verse 3]
You thought I forgot about us?
I know that you know I don’t fold under pressure
I’m back on the road, I get low on the pedal
We live by the codes of the ghetto
I’m closing this out with my memo, I’m treating this shit like a demo
I’m putting my heart and my soul in the shit and some mo’
I’m in that Dolce Gabbana
I might go after Madonna, I get the crack in the summer
Strapped in the lac and the Hummer
Fronted a pack to my partna
All this lingo got her panties to dropping
Fuck the fame I’m sipping lean when I’m driving
All this cash and it ain’t nowhere to hide it
I’m an addict and I can’t even hide it
Don’t you panic panoramic companion
They was tryna’ serve me at the arraignment
Never comment on it, never complaining
I’m taking everything that comes with these millions
I’m taking everything that comes with my children
Yeah yeah

[Bridge]
Pour that bubbly, drink that muddy, drink that muddy
When we’re cuddling, yeah I’m covered in
I was dug in it, I was just loving it
That’s for them other niggas, that’s for them other bitches
They ain’t for you dog, that’s for them other niggas
That ain’t for you shorty, that’s for that other bitch
I’m going crazy bout it, I’m going codeine crazy
That’s how I’m living it, I’m feeling lovely

[Outro]
Codeine crazy, codeine crazy
All this motherfucking money got me codeine crazy

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Travi$ Scott – Through The Late Night (feat. Kid Cudi) (Birds In The Trap Sing Mcknight Album)

Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah
Hmm, hmm, nah, nah
Mmm, nah, nah, nah, nah

Then we sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Blimp’s soarin’, how the hell did I get in this space?
Four in the mornin’, how did I get in this place?
Oh it don’t matter, got smoke, drink, and I’m runnin’ this space
Done contemplatin’, I’mma take it in and groove in this case
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
And then dimethyltryptamine and lysergic acid diethylamide
The vibes are effervescent, delicious, just how they should be
No sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
When we gon’ play, gon’ play, gon’ play until the day
I said no sleep in my bed, no sleepin’ in my bed
Yeah, we gon’ play, gon’ play, then we’ll sleep all through the day
And do it again

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît, don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

Day and night, I toss and turn
I keep stressin’ my mind, mind
I seek the peace, sometimes I can’t restrain
To join a rage at night, come out and play, play
Balance, find your balance
God said it’s my talent
Sprinkle a little season on the salad
Relieve my heart of malice, hit my palace
Stroke my cactus, ohh, don’t wait
Don’t play (Yea, yea)
Play no games like the NBA
Throwin’ checks like the NBA
You a ring, you a ring
We shootin’ shots like the NRA
Ahh, she jammin’ Travis and Kid Cudi
The new Krayzie Bone and Slim Bun B
Ah, shawty, on the scene, pull up on the scene
Sip my tea, he don’t Hennessy
Aw save all, take it right
Aw take it all, never light
Aw, had a ball, had a night
Aw, after all, sleep good

Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Sleep through day then we play all through the late night
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, all through the late night
S’il vous plaît , don’t you wait, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night
All through the late night, all through the late night

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KID CUDI – Baptized In Fire lyrics

Easy, turn your radio
Turn your radio… off
Watch me, now, baby
Uh uh
Hmm, easy…

You bitches in my ear, they sayin’ they love me
Uh, you don’t love Scott you love the Kid Cudi
Uh, ain’t no fuckin’ slouch, show you what I’m bout
My energy is a bit too precious, too drenched in them blessings
Transitioning to my inner I’m hearing their voice
Tell me stay in focus, keep focusing, boy
Feelin’ like a Chilly Billy
The man everywhere I go, in any city
I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls galore
I mean, damn the girls, girls, girls adore
Mixing florescent to the core of the accoutrement
Off the tippy titty, setting off groupie radar
Sippin’ Hen, dapping hands off the roof of my Porsche
A fresh nigga at large, a fresh nigga go hard
All my youngins say keep it goin’
All my youngins they dumb and reppin’, they always knowin’

Got some pride in your town I’m spottin’ em lately
3 piece suit and I’m lookin’ so cute
Sexy mama send her way, you doin’ a hunnid
The main bucks sidelinin’ Christian what you do?
Not this, my nigga, you been here
Not this, my nigga, you ain’t here
Big boss I made your heart heavy
Can’t stop me, can’t carry me, baby

Life ain’t easy sober, we live so geeky
Did just what you taught us
Kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon
Did you change your number?
If you win, you get this message
Need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro
Back home
Big bro, we need you, come home
Back home
Big bro, big bro, shit’s fucked, come home
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire

Nightmares kept a nigga from closin’ his lids
Since a kid, I’ve been haunted by visions of death
Such a trip, not normal, I customed the grip
Think they gon’ know, think the door the haunters ain’t left
Now tell me what’s a young nigga to do? When the zombies are comin’ for you
Load up, then deal dixens
Supply the race, turn the pave, relaxin’ I’m rippin’
Last week I almost weaved right off of Mulholland
Keepin’ good like I should, alone in my thoughts
Although there are some places I’ve gone to and witnessed
Is it worth the paranoia portraying the lose?
Nah nah heroes can’t simply have it all
Sacrifice, but see heroes don’t sleep, we hear the call
My nieces know Uncle Scottie so rock ‘n’ roll
My princes, they don’t know rock ‘n’ roll daddy got the glow

Got some pride in your town I’m spottin’ em lately
3 piece suit and I’m lookin’ so cute
Sexy mama send her way, you doin’ a hunnid
The main bucks sidelinin’ Christian what you do?
Not this, my nigga, you been here
Not this, my nigga, you ain’t here
Big boss I made your heart heavy
Can’t stop me, can’t carry me, baby

Life ain’t easy sober, we live so geeky
Did just what you taught us
Kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon
Did you change your number?
If you win, you get this message
Need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro, big bro
Back home
Big bro, we need you, come home
Back home
Big bro, big bro, shit’s fucked, come home
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire
Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire

(Fi-i-ire, fi-i-i-i-ire)