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REPORT: Colorado May Not Host Concerts Until 2021

Colorado and its signature Red Rocks Amphitheatre may not see the return of events until 2021, according to CPR News.

As the music world experiences its “lost summer,” venues, promoters, bands — and even fans — have mentally prepared themselves for an uneventful year due to the coronavirus (COVID-19) outbreak. To play it safe, acts have started booking out dates in 2021 instead of 2020.

The spokesman for Denver Arts and Venues, Brian Kitts, recently said: “It’s wishful thinking that we go from mass gatherings of 10 people to 10,000 people like we would have at Red Rocks. I just don’t think anybody’s expecting that right now. It’s hard to see how this works out in any venue without a lot of creative thinking, and that’s what’s going on every single minute of every day.”

Each year, approximately 170 shows happen at Red Rocks, but this year is much, much different. The vast majority of scheduled events for this summer including Flume, The Black Keys, Kraftwerk, The String Cheese Incident, and many more have already been postponed or canceled. It’s unclear if shows scheduled for later in the year will happen as planned — Rezz, Alison Wonderland, Big Gigantic, etc. (but we sure hope so).

Meanwhile, the city of Denver has joined with Reopen Every Venue Safely (REVS) to get live music back on track. The pilot cities include Los Angeles, Chicago, New Orleans and more.

Learn more here.

 

Source: CPR News | Photo via Rukes.com

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Independent Artist Crafts New Facemasks With Holes For Straws

Wearing facemasks outside has become normal during COVID-19, as we aim to prevent the transmission of the disease from person to person when we have no choice but to be in close contact, as in at the market. But wearing a mask presents its own, some might say very inconsequential, problems. Like taking a drink.

Thankfully for those who are concerned with such a plight, artist Ellen Macomber has designed a unique face mask, featuring a small straw slot for sipping cocktails that could have only originated in a city famed for its nightlife.

“We’re all in New Orleans, and here in New Orleans, we like to drink,” says Macomber, who began sewing masks to join the fight against COVID-19, as many others have done lately.

For $30 a piece, within a half hour of launch, she had completely sold out.

And I know what you’re thinking: doesn’t a hole in the mask completely defeat the purpose of it?

“We were thinking of doing a lip appliqué, where it would flap open and close, but you’d have to touch your face. I was like, ‘Well that won’t work because you have to touch your mask,” Macomber said. “That’s when I was like, ‘Dude, we just drill a little flap, an extra layer, and you angle the straw to get in. So the hole is never completely open.’”

“Anything is better than nothing,” she said. “If we’re going to be handling different errands … this is just one option for one of the variety of errands you’re needing to do.”

You can find the masks on her website here.

 

via NY Post

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Voodoo Music + Art Experience 2020 Canceled, 2021 Dates Revealed

Voodoo Music + Art Experience is the latest in music festival cancellations for 2020.

The event, was originally set to take place over Halloween weekend, October 30th – November 1st in New Orleans. However, due to the ongoing coronavirus (COVID-19) crisis, even Fall dates seem uncertain for large-scale festivals such as these.

Last year, the festival featured Guns N’ Roses, Post Malone, Beck, Bassnectar, Rezz, Zhu, Bring Me The Horizon, and more.

Keeping the health and safety of fans a top priority, Voodoo sets its sights on next year. The official Facebook page shares the following — “Voodoo krewe, a statement regarding Voodoo 2020 and 2021. Stay safe and see you in City Park October 29-31, 2021!”

Voodoo krewe, a statement regarding Voodoo 2020 and 2021. Stay safe and see you in City Park October 29-31, 2021! pic.twitter.com/t11dOzc7AK

— Voodoo Experience (@VoodooNola) April 17, 2020

Currently, September and October are stacked with festivals, but Voodoo’s cancellation is a testament to the uncertainty the music/entertainment industry faces. Coachella, Movement, Bonnaroo, EDC Las Vegas and many more have rescheduled for later in the year — but only time will tell if they’re able to happen as planned.

Stay safe, everyone.

Here is an updated Fall 2020 festival calendar as of 4/17 — We have started going backwards with more subtractions than additions the past week. pic.twitter.com/iuzXOqGtEx

— Festive Owl (@TheFestiveOwl) April 17, 2020

 

Photo via roho foto for Voodoo Music + Art Experience

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Disco Donnie Buys Back Company From LiveStyle

Disco Donnie Presents is one of the largest independent concert promoters in the US, throwing over 1,000 shows and moving more than 1 million tickets in 2019, including events like Freaky Deaky and Ubbi Dubbi. Founded in the late ’90s by “Disco” Donnie Estopinal in New Orleans, the company was bought by Robert Sillerman’s SFX Entertainment in 2012. After SFX went bankrupt in 2015, Disco Donnie and the other subsidiaries purchased by the company continued to throw shows as Sillerman and his business went through the ringer in the courts.

When SFX was rebranded LiveStyle, Estopinal saw the opportunity to buy his company, and name, back. Billboard reports that LiveStyle was looking to offload a number of assets back in December, including React Presents, which was originally offered to Donnie in addition to his own company.

However, concentrating on his own brand, he declined (React eventually went to LiveXLive) and, earlier this month, closed the purchase of Disco Donnie Presents from LiveStyle.

Of course, right now seems like an odd time to buy back an events company.

“Nobody’s really said ‘congratulations’ or ‘great job.’ It’s more like, ‘Oh, are you sure?’ Or, ‘Okay, well, I support whatever decision you make.’ I understand people are worried about it, but I had to do what I had to do,” Estopinal told Billboard. “I went through everything, including the bankruptcy and had to swallow my pride a bunch of times and weather some crazy shit in the music world.”

He continued, “We’re all going to have to work through this and right now no knows when things will go back to normal. But I think we have a once in a lifetime opportunity to shape what the concert industry is going to look like in the future. I’m excited to be a part of that and do it as Disco Donnie, with the company I started, under my name and my own terms.”

 

via Billboard

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Tory Lanez – Dope Boy’s Diary Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Yeah, nothin’ bigger than the Umbrella
Yeah, yeah (Perfect)
Forever, you just gotta feel me, nigga
Lil Tory (Cannon)

[Verse]
Told my bitch, “I love her”, she ain’t say it back
My heart, I can’t play with that
Fuck it, that’s that, and we made it that
Runnin’ through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back
BM trippin’, I’m just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks
Love from the Crip, Bloods, and GDs
Scammin’ out the bank, I made like fifty thou’ on TD
In this trap, my homeboys my heart, but shit, I gotta move greedy
Got a budget for the lawyer case I lose with this PD (Perfect)
‘Cause we tryna get more than rich, fuck the fame and all the gliss
My bitch ain’t had tits, so I bought her tits
I’m a lil’ older, so I mold her ’til I taught the bitch
Boy, I woulda swore that she was loyal ’til I caught the bitch
I won’t trust a soul, it’s just me and my pole, playin’ position
On that road, watchin’ jackboys close
Gun closer than the sirens, see if them boys try me
Bitch, I’m openin’ the fire, catchin’ bodies like corona in the virus, nigga
Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the bussdown
Trappin’ did a home run, scammin’ did a touchdown
Thinkin’ ’bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive
‘Cause I done let him down like four times and I can’t make it five
Cops from a naked eye, watchin’ in a foreign
But we movin’ neat, the DA can’t grant them no warrants (Perfect)
The Birdman with me like Wayne in New Orleans
Rainin’ and pourin’, ragin’ and warin’
Prolly lost my bitch to an athlete
Fuck it, I’ma pull up with another bitch, mad fleek
I remember Crystal done told me I was mad weak
From that day, I never let another bitch embarrass me (Perfect)
I had to wear the same drawers
Goin’ out for weeks, a nigga stank, but this shit paid off
Flexin’ like I own the rental, nigga, I had to play it off
Hoes I put this dick off in they hole just like I’m playin’ golf
Anytime I ran up out of work I sold ’em drywall
I was broke and threw it on the scale ’cause I can’t eyeball
Homie, I just came from bein’ homeless, that’s a sidebar
That’s why with this rap shit I be focused, can’t take time off
Boy, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me, that’s on my mama
‘Cause my killers out there swimmin’ in the deep end
‘Fore he knew that nigga drowned ’cause he was deep in
Scoreboard, bitch, you playin’ on the defense
My lil’ niggas catchin’ bodies every weekend
My lil’ shooter made the movie with the sequence
Play with us and we gon’ turn that nigga pretense
In the foreign, picked him up from out the precinct
‘Cause he gon’ still put in that pressure ’til the beef ends, ayy
I wanna cheat but I’ll prolly kill her if she cheat on me
Homicidal thoughts don’t mix with Gs on me
Plus I be with Gs, homie, stick hot like ninety-eight degrees on me
Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me
Sleepin’ on my nigga sofa, sleepin’ on the floor
I couldn’t even tell a bitch, “Come over”
Now it’s all Dior all on my body like my melatonin
Niggas took the stand, I can’t believe them boys were tellin’ on me
Street shit is hella phony, yeah
Look in my eyes, you see I’m dodgin’ all the demons
Came a long way from swipin’ fraud cards at all the Neiman’s (Perfect)
I was plottin’ and schemin’, poppin’ bad beans and shit
I thought it, then dreamed it, turned it to reality
This a fatality, killin’ any nigga sayin’ he got the same style as me
I’m the only rapper sayin’ shit with no apology
Pull up, you could holler, B
Your favorite rapper’s shit just ain’t as hot as me
Tory (Perfect)

[Outro]
Ayy, spittin’ fire in the booth
Forgiato tires on the coupe
OGs lookin’ at me like they inspired to be me, when I aspired to be you
It’s crazy but it’s true
Damn, yeah
90310 run this shit, you know what’s goin’ on, nigga
Big U, big Umbrella

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BUKU Cancels 2020 Event After First Postponing It To Labor Day

BUKU in New Orleans made the decision to delay their March festival until Labor Day weekend nearly a month ago. But, as the worldwide pandemic has continued to become increasingly more serious over the past three weeks, the original decision to postpone is now a decision to cancel.

The world was a different place 3 weeks ago when we were forced to cancel BUKU and made the quick call to reschedule it for Labor Day weekend. […] as the pandemic began to ravage New Orleans, and now as we watch cases surpass a million worldwide, it just doesn’t feel right to plan a music festival for later this year and put everyone involved through more uncertainty.

Therefore, with a heavy heart and after many sleepless nights, we are going to forego efforts to reschedule BUKU 2020 at this time.

What this means for other festivals that have rescheduled to early September is a mystery. Will other festivals follow suit now or later, or will another entity reap the void left by BUKU that weekend? Will we see a peak in COVID-19 and begin to slowly end self-isolation by the end of April or May? There are too many uncertainties to provide a clear road map for the future.

For now, BUKU is offering refunds or the option to transfer your 2020 ticket to 2021. You can read their full statement below.

hey BUKREWE, please read our full statement below. all purchasers, check your email to submit a refund request or transfer to next year. we love all of you. 2021 can’t come soon enough… pic.twitter.com/4RwmY0iAJV

— The BUKU Project (@thebukuproject) April 7, 2020

 

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I Drive

Come on baby let’s get out of this town
I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
There’s a chill in my bones
I don’t want to be left alone
So baby you can sleep while I drive
I’ll pack my bag and load up my guitar
In my pocket I’ll carry my harp
I got some money I saved
Enough to get underway
And baby you can sleep while I drive

We’ll go thorough Tucson up to Santa Fe
And Barbara in Nashville says we’re welcome to stay
I’ll buy you glasses in Texas a hat from New Orleans
And in the morning you can tell me your dreams

You know I’ve seen it before
This mist that covers your eyes
You’ve been looking for something
That’s not in your life
My intentions are true
Won’t you take me with you
And baby you can sleep while I drive

Oh is it other arms you want to
Hold you the stranger
The lover you’re free
Can’t you get that with me

Come on baby let’s get out of this town
I got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down
If you won’t take me with you
I’ll go before night is through
And baby you can sleep while I drive

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Makaveli & Big L – Deadly Combination (feat. 2Pac)

[Intro: Ron G – echoing at each break]
Yes, indeed, it’s the mix king, Ron G
I got somethin’ the world ain’t ready for
New York City, L.A., Chicago, Atlanta
D.C., Detroit, New Orleans
Y’all know the deal, Flava!!!

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Hahahahahaha! Yeah, nigga!
Yeah, that’s right! Bay-bayy!
That’s how we do it!

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me
I think niggas is tryin’ to kill me
Picturin’ pistols, spittin’ hollow points ’til they drill me
Keepin’ it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin’ steel
See, niggas is false, sittin’ in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I’m tryin’ to be strong, they sendin’ armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world ’til I’m gone
Bitches be warned: word is bond, you’ll get torn
I’m bustin’ on Giuliani, he rubbin’ my niggas wrong
And then it’s on, before I leave, picture me
I’m spittin’ at punk bitches and hustlin’ to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad I said it
This thug life nigga, we don’t cater to you hoes
Fuck with me and have
A hundred motherfuckers at yo’ do’ with fo’-fo’s!
Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga! Thug Life!

[Verse 2: Big L]
I be that young, pretty, fly, smooth, glorious kid
A Bad Boy, just like The Notorious B.I.G
I’ll rock a fella, like Shawn Carter
With more game than Ron Harper
The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber
While y’all be on the corners bummy and high
I be out buyin’ the finest shit money can buy
You wish you was in a position that I’m in
Hot rhymin’, diamonds shinin’, autograph signin’
My lifestyle is far out
Every week bring a different car out
I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, huh
‘Cause I keep cream, I’m large on the street scene
Every time I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream

[Outro: Big L + 2Pac]
Yeah, yeah, Big L, Harlem’s finest, yeah
That nigga who hold it down for Uptown
Hahahaha! That’s how we do it out here
On this underground real shit, nigga, it’s the heat, nigga
Now, rewind this motherfucker
You know you can’t help it
Deadly combination, bwoy!

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Sun Kil Moon – Moorestown Lyrics

SUN KIL MOON
Moorestown Lyrics

Her window looked out on North Church Street
An attic space overgrown
A photobook of smiling friends
Road maps, New York, Los Angeles
Her walls are Mediterranean blue
Her baby sister picked the hue
Saltwater taffy, Jersey shore
Blue like the fingernails she wore

The house is not far from the school
Her mom taught on the Hudson
Her dad’s guitar sings open tunes
Reverberates up through the floor
Our love grew more one summer there
We’d spend our days just driving round
Old parking lots and neighborhoods
Are framed and charmed in Moorestown

I followed her across the Earth
Through parks in London, coasts of Perth
Newport, Kentucky and New Orleans
We shared a million lives it seems
I slept with her so many nights
We moved together heavenly
So close the North Pacific slept
You too were once beside me

She moved away to Williamsburg
Her eyes sad eye were waving
My thoughts will pause, my throat will swell
When her name is spoken
And looking past the cold, long sea
I cannot bear to wonder now
If the cascading soft lights
Are glowing for us in Moorestown
Are glowing for us in Moorestown

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Chris Thile – Brakeman’s Blues Lyrics

CHRIS THILE
Brakeman’s Blues Lyrics

Portland main is just the same as sunny Tennessee
Portland main is just the same as sunny Tennessee
Any old place I hang my hat is, home sweet home to me

Went down to the depot and I looked up on the board
I went down to the depot and I looked up on the board
It read it’s good times here, but better on down the road

Eat my breakfast here, get my dinner in New Orleans
Eat my breakfast here, get my dinner in New Orleans
I’m going to get me a momma, Lord, I ain’t never seen

Where was you momma, when the train left the shed?
Where was you momma, when the train left the shed?
Standin’ in my front door, wishin’ to God, I was dead

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Master P – Hook It Up Lyrics

MASTER P
Hook It Up Lyrics

(feat. Silkk the Shocker, and Bone-Thugs-N-Harm)

[Master P and Layzie Bone talking]

Yo Layzie?
Whats up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin’ dirty from New Orleans, right?
Right.
When we touch down in Cleveland,
Yeah.
I’ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me. Use the code. Black or
blue?
I’ma use black.
Me and my boy gonna have some. . .
Okay.
Tell Krayzie, Wish, and Flesh have them thangs on ’em cause them hater’s is
out there.
For sure.
We gonna be in a green duece and ah quarter, tryin’ to out smart the po po’s.
Okay, yeah, heh-heh.
Keep it on the D.L.
Yeah.
But check this out.
Yeah?
When I get there, you ain’t gotta worry bout nothing. Yah heard me?
I feel ya.
Cause I got the hook-up.
Bet on baby, bet on.

[Chorus – Master P]

Igot the hook-up, hook it up. [x8]

[Krayzie Bone]

Just call it up
What you need, indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed
But I got more then trees
Wanna see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley
Don’t panic, relax, what’s happening?
Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lacking?
We got them still in the package
You know they at a great deal
No money, we activate them
No refunds
But you can trade them for we press no limitations
Buck buck
We patient, have all your money in hand
Don’t worry about credit, forget it, cause we don’t let it stand in our way
Nigga we get paid, you get the drop for free
Look me up
When you reach someone, thinkin of someone
I can hook you up

[Chorus (x4)]

[Layzie Bone]

Nigga just got this sack of D
And Master P, my nigga, just got the hook-up
Look me up if you need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header
And I’ma call you back
Cause ain’t no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustling mother f**ker
With a pocket full of stones
Rolling with Mo and the No Limit soldiers
Got the hook-up and its on

[Wish Bone]

We got them rides
Whatever you need
Just step next door
We fully equip with automatics
Police detect us
Lets roll, roll, roll
And when you ride with Bone
Don’t you worry about a thing
Cause we got shit for real
Trust in me
These niggas don’t wanna buck buck bang
We on a mission
Time to position
Call the soldiers
Lets ride
Set them up in the moonlight
These niggas done f**ked up with my money (die) alright

[Silkk the Shocker talking]

You want the hook-up? Check this out little. . .

[Silkk the Shocker]

I live like stock market nigga
Buy low, sell high
Supply and demand
Nigga if supply low demand is high
I sell it for high as I can
I take the jingle
But I’m for the counting mother f**king four
All sales are final
Ain’t no refund in this mother f**ker
This mother f**king shit sold
I hit them like non-stop
Cock the glock
Cause the mother f**king spot be hot
Nigga wonder where I be
Cause I’m always cold fresh out of the penn
Talking about holler at me
I got everything from hand-held to flips
Silkk and Bone got the chips
Don’t even try to hit me on a hit like elevator
Nigga ain’t got it shit don’t exist
Nigga talking about
Holler at your boy
Holler at your niggas
See I got what you need
If I ain’t got it
I’m going get it
See i ain’t hard to find
You need me?
Look me up
They call me Silkk the Shocker
But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up

[Master P and Silkk]

I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Silkk, P, and Bone Thugs soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up

[Chorus to fade]

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Alt-J – House Of The Rising Sun (Relaxer Album)

[Verse 1]
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor soul
And, Lord, my father’s one

[Verse 2]
My mother, she’s a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
To keep my gambling father drunk
Deep down in New Orleans

[Chorus 1]
It’s a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day

[Verse 3]
Like a bird flying over forest fire
My father feels the heat beneath his wings
And in debt he leaves for another town
Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks

[Verse 4]
My mother hides from pleasure
And thinks of Father on her knees
Lifted in the arms of God
Away from New Orleans

[Chorus 2]
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day

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Hi-Rez – On My Job (Missing Pieces Album)

Haha Rez
No snakes
Yeah

[Verse I: Hi-Rez]
There money on the other line
Girl imma have to call back
I ain’t with the negative vibes
I just fall back
They use to make fun of how i dress
They would talk crap
Now they hit me up asking me "Yo where bought you want that?"
Chasing this dreams
Haven’t slept in days
Money forming with King and Queens
On it like Kevin James
I don’t trust nobody but my god damn self
I don’t need nobody cause I got myself
Way to many eating off my my table without bring shit
If it’s in my cup
I guaranteed I’m drinking it
Deal what they told me
I couldn’t and they are speechless
You can do anything in the world if you dream it

[Chorus]
Get up and get it
Don’t let your life waste go away
Promise you the pain would fade away
There’s a sunshine after the rainy days
What they whip they can take away

[Hook]
Oh god
Ive been going so hard
Haven’t slept in day
Ive been on my job
Oh god
Ive been writing my wrongs
Haven’t felt so good in so so long
(II Times)

[Verse II: Hi-Rez]
[ Make dollars pocket
Heavy hard dreams ?]
My momma think i’m a saint like New Orleans
But I’m a sinner sipping on the liquor
Hella bad queens double tapping on my pictures
I ain’t never had shit handed me
Shout out to Emilio that’s my family
Drinking and smoking on hotel balcony
Teacher told me quit so fuck the faculty
Mother fucker fuck the faculty
They don’t what I went through to get where I’m at
Did it on my own with no degree gown or cap
And all the pain I went through
Got rid of the snakes and the rats
If you got X’d out my life
I ain’t taking you back
It’s Rez

[Chorus]
Get up and get it
Don’t let your life waste go away
Promise you the pain would fade away
There’s a sunshine after the rainy days
What they whip they can take away

[Hook]
Oh god
Ive been going so hard
Haven’t slept in day
Ive been on my job
Oh god
Ive been writing my wrongs
Haven’t felt so good in so so long [ IV Times]

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PJ Morton – Claustrophobic (feat. Pell)

[Intro]
Just gotta be me
So many voices

[Verse 1]
PJ, you’re not mainstream enough, yeah
Would you consider us changing some stone?
Like everything about who you are, ah
No offense, we’re just trying to make you a star

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Verse 2]
PJ, you’re not quite street enough
Thug life my nigga
Actor, little more time
Oh, can you switch your star up a little more?
You can be yourself, lay down for now
And need the religion

[Chorus]
But I must admit, I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time trying to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Bridge]
Can’t see, the forrest for the trees
The movement for the breeze
Standing on my own feet
Can’t see, what you might want from me
Think it’s better if we be ourselves

[Verse 3]
They clatch into my talents more than Catholics do arousery
Steady ass, wear that accent, travel you from New Orleans
Go so, why I dabble with negative energy
When all I really fiend is imposi sensibility
Not the hardest rapper but I’m ’bout it much as Master P
Don’t play with me, five-0 for my home
Don’t you know that
Flooding through the streets
You should probably take a kodak
Codo synthesize probably right in front eyes
Made a trip to Cali and came back a different guy
Living through the same eyes, riding Uber, still got drived
The truest never lie and I need a little space
‘Cause I’m bad at doing me
Just reside if you are late

[Chorus]
I’m claustrophobic
I have a hard time to fit into your small mind
And I have a habit of dreaming bigger than anything
I can see right in front of me

[Outro]
Another man, just gotta be you
I think that the thing makes us unique
It’s our differences with our treasures
Somebody always tryna make you fit in a box
And never seen again, don’t think it’s possible

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Mike WiLL Made It – Faith (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
See that nigga at home? It’s all good
Mike WiLL Mike WiLL
Ear Drummers

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
That last drought was a setback
That red light is a death trap
That jail time was a wrist slap
That jail time was a quick nap
That red-bone is my new twap
I got a new coupe, you got a new app
I’m from Louisiana, the boot nigga
It’s like boot camp, baby

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Call the valet, pull up in front
Drop the top and let them bitches see the guts
I drop the top and let you bitches see the guts
We hitting licks, it taste like victory to us
And I always have faith (Faith) in my plug (Plug)
Clean slates (Slate), Dirty lungs
Give me my collection plate (Plate), Like rev and run (Run)
Moving snowflakes (Flakes), So wear some Uggs
Nigga get the duck tape, (Yeah) Ski mask and gloves (Yeah)
Don’t leave a trace (Don’t leave a trace) Don’t leave a crumb
Cause it’s always what you take
Not who you took it from (Amen)
We just see them as bait
We just see them as young men that always have faith (Faith)
In my connect
Shoot you in your durex, leave you looking like a kotex
And I’m always half baked, Sipping slow death
Shining, putting these carrots in your face like a snowman
And I always have faith

[Pre Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need to know
I need to I need to know
Tell me some’n (yeah)
Tell me some’n (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting?
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting (Fucking stunting)
And if we partying with these hoes, we fucking some’n (Fucking some’n)
I’m from New Orleans on these hoes, I’m from the dungeon (I’m from the dungeon)
I can’t be partying with these hoes, I’m out here hustlin’ (I’m out here hustlin’)

[Bridge]
I’m out here hustlin’, for a meal (Meal)
She busting for a deal (She bust)
Beyonce wasn’t lying, we all got bills, bills, bills
I try to tell my bitch that (Bae) , she say, yeah right with your rich ass (Ok)
I can’t fight with her thick ass (No way)
We cat fight then we kiss ass (Ok)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
That last drought was a setback (Amen)
That red light is a death trap (Amen)
That jail time was a wrist slap (Amen)
That jail time was a quick nap (Shh)
That red-bone is my new twap
I got a new coupe, you got a new app (Yeah)
Louisiana, the boot is like boot camp
And you know I’m stick this boot ass bitch ass niggaaa (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Hoodybaby (Lil Wayne) Both]
Told my bro I need a whole thang, I need a whole thang
Why he brought my ass some dog food? I need some cocaine (Alright)
Had to tell my baby mama "front your daddy’s whole thang"
(Alright )
Ain’t no playing with my money, we ain’t playing no games
(Tell ’em)
Hoody Baby, Fat Jesus (Tell ’em) I got all these gold chains
On the highway racing killers, we just call it road rage (Alright)
Call me neighbourhood Hoody, it’s a neighbourhood thang
Man, my cellphone ringing, got a call from Mack Maine (Mack)
I got faith (I got faith) in my traphouse (In my traphouse)
State to state(State to state), I got it mapped out (I got it mapped out)
I got a safe (I got a safe) and a stashhouse (Oh Lord)
Hood Baby whip the white ’till I black out

[Pre Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I need to know (I need to know)
I need to I need to know (Alright)
Tell me some’n (yeah)
Tell me some’n (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting?
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting (Fucking stunting)
We can’t be partying with these hoes, we are fucking nothing (We can’t be partying)
I’m from New Orleans on these hoes, I’m from the dungeon
I can’t be partying with these hoes, I’m I’m out here hustlin’ (I’m out here hustlin’)

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Always have faith (Have faith)
I’m a plug (I’m a plug)
I had to scrape and get it out the mud
I ain’t always have cake (No)
So I don’t judge and my homies have faith in me so in Tunechi we trust
Tell ’em, hoes!

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
I need to know (I need to know)
I need to I need to know (Alright)
Tell me some’n (Tell me sum’n)
Tell me some’n (Tell me sum’n)
Is you stunting or you fucking or fucking stunting? (Mula)
Is you balling or is you broke? We fucking stunting

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LLOYD – Strapped lyrics

Aint no nigga up in here
Betta come fuckin wit me
Cause im a real bad man
Wit a gun in my hand
And unlike you niggas
I am not afraid to squeeze
Ya telephone ringin
Kelly Price on line one
Fat girl singin
I said kelly price on line one
All you get is flatline
Fuckin round where im from
I be on the back nine
Swingin in my bay shorts
Listenin to every line little wayne and drake wrote
I said little wayne wrote
But my nigga never write
Now lets get right tonight
I got my niggas, my bitches, my liquor my weed
My niggas, my bitches, my liquor, my weed
Brand new drop top
Check the shot clock
Better know what time it is
You can get your shot blocked
Like Yao Ming
If you know what I mean
B-M-dub blue
With the seat side green
I be fuckin out in public to let it be seen
And I rock your republic
Like my jeans

I lost my city to Katrina
Can anybody tell me have you seen her
New Orleans uptown to Louisa
Left up in the water no FEMA
Close your eyes nigga
See what I see
People on the streets dyin
From hunger and disease
Politicians no trying
To find the remedy
Since they rather open fire
More guns no jobs for hire
So nothin’s left but hustlin
In my community
So im rushin niggas
Just so I can feed my family
No welfare from the government
When love is all we need
Nah love is all you need
Just give me my money

My niggas some bitches some weed
My niggas my bitches my liquor my weed
Brand new drop top
Check da shot clock
Better know what time it is
You can get your shot blocked
Like Yao Ming
If you know what I mean
B-M-dub blue
With the seat side green
I be fuckin out in public
To let it be seen
And I rock your republic
Like my jeans

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Belly – Frozen Water (feat. Future)

Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

Girl I get back in that Lamb
Yellow diamonds like a cab
These nigga’s nothin’ but some crabs
I been duckin’ from the pap
Get some head on the Snap
Bought the Lamb just to trap
The main bitch kidnap
Five milli on my neck, I’m good, yeah
Drinkin’ Codeine like it’s Robitussin
Water on me like a water challenge
Drippin’, drippin’ I got frozen diamonds
I’mma never need a co-signer

I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

She mix the lies with the truth, I mix the batch with the juice
I’m tellin’ Hennessy lies, I’m tellin’ Actavis truths
I thin I’m relapsin’ and shit, I just fell asleep in the shower
I’m feelin’ weak, need some power
The plug gon’ be back in an hour
She found a bag full of powder, "Oh no baby, that ain’t flour"
Told her jump up on the table, make that pussy get devoured

Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

All my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
All my diamonds flooded like its from New Orleans, yeah, yeah
First you take the Codeine, mix it in some Sprite
When that drink turn pink, that’s what I like
We gon’ kill these pussy niggas on sight
We gon’ fuck you main bitch on sight
We ’bout to pop a hundred bottles like it’s water
You want that good batch, meet me at the border
You want that good batch, meet me at the border, border, border

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Bobbie Gentry – Fancy

"Well, I remember it all very well lookin’ back
It was the summer that I turned eighteen.
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans.

We didn’t have money for food or rent
To say the least we was hard-pressed
When Momma spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin’ dress.

Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
Then she painted my eyes and lips.
Then I stepped into the satin dancin’ dress.
It had a split in the side clean up to my hips.

It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me good
And standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
Was a woman
Where a half grown kid had stood.

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down."

Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
On my neck and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears welling up
In her troubled eyes as she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack and then
She looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, Your Pa’s runned off, and I’m real sick
And the baby’s gonna starve to death.

She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
"To thine own self be true"
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high-healed shoe

It sounded like somebody else was talkin’
Askin’, "Momma what do I do?"
She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy.
They’ll be nice to you."

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out girl it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down,
Now get on out, you better start sleepin’ uptown."

That was the last time I saw my momma
When I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby.
Momma died and I ain’t been back.

But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no other way out.
It wasn’t very long after that I knew exactly
What my momma was talkin’ ’bout.

I knew what I had to do.
Then I made myself this solemn vow:
I’s gonna to be a lady someday
Though I didn’t know when or how.

But I couldn’t see spendin’ the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame.
You know I mighta been born just plain white trash.
But Fancy was my name.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.

Wasn’t long after that a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets
One week later I was pourin’ his tea
In a five roomed penthouse suite.

Charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And I got me an elegant Georgia mansion
And a New York townhouse flat.

Now I ain’t done bad

Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous
Hypocrites who call me bad.
They criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had.

Though haven’t had to worry ’bout nothin’
Now for nigh on fifteen years
But I can still hear the desperation
In my poor mommas voice ringin’ in my ears.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Oh, here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out well it’s up to you.
Now your mama’s helping you move uptown."

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Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$y) (Smokin On My Own Strain Mixtape)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

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Curren$y, Corner Boy P & T.Y. – Money Put Away (The Jetlanta EP)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Self made, Self paid
Shorty bought that Rolls Royce
Put it on blades
Shorty paid the cost she now in boss lane
Stayed down, got high and you never changed
SL with the top up when it’s heavy rain
Have your name hold weight
Have you chain solid gold no fake
Destined to ball, it was written
This is fate
They can’t interfere so I roll up let em hate

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 2: T.Y.]
Diamonds shining, fill my backwood with exotic
I’m the hottest topic
Pimp your bitch right out them dollars
I don’t wear no Robins
Sweat pants is what I arrive in
Yeah I’m steady climbing
Swear I’m balling on these niggas
Without a fucking problem
You don’t want to problem, so don’t you try to stop em
JLR, Spitta told me get em I say I got em
Water whippin in the kitchen
That’s how lil homie got em
Ranking so many bitches
I’m starting to think they plotting
I leave em with no watching
What you saying something?
Well make sure that I got it
Got to be a cold day in hell before I let em ride me
And all this ice around my neck
It’s not that hard to find me, yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

[Verse 3: Corner Boy P]
Uh
Make it to spend it
Blew a lot, I stash plenty
Grill was 20, I smile at bitches and boot up niggas
I’m east side with it, my side ain’t sweet
Lil boy’s blinking
Slide for my niggas, they ride for me
Like I ride for Spitta
Yeah, if you ain’t no that, you don’t know a nigga
And you probably the type that will owe a nigga
Cuz if you did’t know, then you will do better
Teach a mans how to fish and he will eat forever
Shit, keep our minds together we be rich forever
Bury me in all my jewelry let me shine forever
I got Ciroc and take a four on it
Let them niggas have the style since I got more coming
P

[Hook: Curren$y]
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing
I was born in New Orleans, live my whole life stunting
Money put away, I got some more coming
Never have to ask a man to let me hold nothing
If you don’t know that about me then you don’t know nothing

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Scotty ATL – Top Drop (feat. Curren$Y)

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
In and out of lanes dripping drops of paint
Cheeseballs, Dana Dane’s, smoking my own strain
Some of the trillest in the game who still remain
Mentally independent the last lyricist the original track flippers
The booth was in the bathroom, front room where the homies engineered
Your friends couldn’t talk until your rap was through
What you know about, going in for the win, going all the way out
I done unlocked the fence, and I let the dogs out
Some squares tucking they broads now, don’t want to lose your world
After investing so much, but they belong to the game don’t none of ’em belong to us
I had a couple rolled up when I rolled up
Rolex out the window of a super sport Nova
I did a burnout it look like the tires exploded
I’m holding, but that’s like everyday if you know me

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

[Verse 2: Scotty ATL]
Window down, top drop
Nigga gon’ get my guap
In and out of traffic like a nigga playing hopscotch
Tryna make the block rock, tryna find the soft spot
In my heart too much pain, crying on my guap like
Tears of joy, damn I’m proud of myself
Came out the motherfucking mud, that’s my cellphone
Checks, Cool Club, lames get no love
What you saying lil homie?
I kiss my cross for my dead lil homie
Saw a shooting star yesterday, felt God was speaking
Walk in the bank with that bag, the reefer wreaking
Had to let my nuts hang a little, new territory
Was scared for me, momma I made it
Went from spam in the can, to sea bass on plates
30 minutes in the dealership, new paper plates
My windows down, my wheels rolling like skates
ATL, New Orleans, straight drop, we pushing Wraiths

[Chorus]
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Window down, top drop chiefin’ on a fat one
Outta ten hoes, nigga bet you I could mac one
Window down, top drop
Window down, top drop

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Vanessa Hudgens & Ashley Tisdale – Ex’s & Oh’s (Elle King Cover)

[Verse 1]
Well, I had me a boy, turned him into a man
I showed him all the things that he didn’t understand
Whoa, and then I let him go
Now, there’s one in California who’s been cursing my name
Cause I found me a better lover in the UK
Hey, hey, until I made my getaway

[Pre-Chorus 1]
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

[Chorus 1]
Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em O
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s

[Verse 2]
I had a summer lover down in New Orleans
Kept him warm in the winter, left him frozen in the spring
My, my, how the seasons go by
I get high, and I love to get low
So the hearts keep breaking, and the heads just roll
You know that’s how the story goes

[Pre-Chorus 1]
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
Cause I’m the best baby that they never gotta keep
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

[Chorus 2]
Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em O
They won’t let go
Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ’em O
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s

[Pre-Chorus 2]
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
Climbing over mountains and a-sailing over seas
One, two, three, they gonna run back to me
They always wanna come, but they never wanna leave

[Chorus 2]
My ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ‘em O
They won’t let go
Ex’s and the oh, oh, oh’s they haunt me
Like ghosts they want me to make ‘em O
They won’t let go
Ex’s and oh’s

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Curren$y – Top Shelf Lyrics

Are we on the air?
Yes you are
Hello ma
Uh, I’d like to hear a new beat on the request line
Ok you got it, coming up

[Verse 1]
Uh where haven’t we been yet
Where haven’t we been yet
Uh yeah
As the Earth rotates and my name grows bigger
How many women wanna fuck this nigga
How many suckas hating on Hot Spitta
A mathematician would have to come up with the figures
I came up
Quicker than others, now they’re catching feelings
The closer to the deal I get, the more bullshit I’m in
Pay it no attention, I’m just focused on my business
Gearing up for the winter
Copping hooded chinchillas
Look how I supe the styles up with the stunting on them niggas
That’s why they don’t feel me
Add another nigga to the list of bitch boys claiming they wanna kill me
Guilty as a motherfucker if the charge is
Refusing to sell out as an artist
I represent the south on behalf of New Orleans
Even when I’m in the booth I hear the street talking
But them pussy cats don’t want me to send them dogs in
Yeah

[Hook]
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf

[Verse 2]
FS Jets where haven’t we been yet
Brung my brothers to the lot, bought a dozen Corvettes
Throw some rims on them bitches
These ain’t like yours
All of these (?)
Word up
Roll up something, we can smoke it in the Porsche truck
Hear the plane engines and you know its us
Turn it up, let it bump, let it bang
Word to my skating homie Joe
What my homie claim?
Jets over everything
Events like this call for champagne
Toast to my haters, ya’ll a major inspiration
But watch what you’re saying
Cause my niggas will hear it before it even get to me
And the issue’ll be handled before I knew it was beef
But that ain’t really me
But that’s how its gotta be
Even when a nigga in a coupe I can hear the streets talking

[Hook]
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf
You will wanna keep your negative remarks to yourself
FS Jets and we live top shelf

The planes got it
Uh

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Miranda Lambert – Six Degrees Of Seperation lyrics

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn in boyfriend button down Levis
In the saints town I can’t seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain’t moving on
Threw the quarter in an old street case
And I’ll be damned, he started playing our song

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
But I’m out of your reach geographically
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

[Verse 2]
Hailed a cab up in NYC
Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench
Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch
Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts
I swear to god, son I’ve been here before

[Chorus]
Six degrees of separation
You’re all over this damn nation
I’m out of your reach geographically
You still find a way to get a hold on me
And it’s six degrees of separation

Well, it’s six degrees of separation
Yeah, it’s six degrees of separation

[Outro]
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
’Til I picked up a quarter from 1979

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Primus – Wynona’s Big Brown Beaver

Wynona’s got herself a big brown beaver and she shows it off to all her friends.
One day, you know, that beaver tried to leave her, so she caged him up with cyclone fence.
Along came Lou with the old baboon and said "I recognize that smell, Smells like seven layers, That beaver eatin’ Taco Bell!".

"Now Rex he was a Texan out of New Orleans and he travelled with the carnival shows.
He ran bumper cars, sucked cheap cigars and he candied up his nose.
He got wind of the big brown beaver So he thought he’d take himself a peek, but the beaver was quick and he grabbed him by the kiwis,
and he ain’t pissed for a week.(And a half!)

Wynona took her big brown beaver and she stuck him up in the air, said "I sure do love this big brown beaver and I wish I did have a pair.
Now the beaver once slept for seven days And it gave us all an awful fright,
So I tickled his chin and I gave him a pinch and the bastard tried to bite me. Wynona loved her big brown beaverAnd she stroked him all the time.
She pricked her finger one day and it occurred to her she might have a porcupine.

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Belly – Frozen Water (feat. Future) (Inzombia Mixtape)

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Girl, I get back in that Lamb
Yellow diamonds like a cab
These niggas nothin’ but some crabs
I been duckin’ from the pap
Get some head on the Snap
Bought the Lamb just to trap
The main bitch kidnap
Five milli on my neck, I’m good, yeah
Drinkin’ Codeine like it’s Robitussin
Water on me like a water challenge
Drippin’, drippin’, I got frozen diamonds
I’mma never need a cosigner

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Verse 2: Belly]
She mix the lies with the truth, I mix the batch with the juice
I’m tellin’ Hennessy lies, I’m tellin’ Actavis truths
I think I’m relapsin’ and shit, I just fell asleep in the shower
I’m feelin’ weak, need some power
The plug gon’ be back in an hour
She found a bag full of powder
"Oh no, baby, that ain’t flour"
Told her jump up on the table, bet that pussy get devoured

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Outro: Future]
All my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
All my diamonds flooded like its from New Orleans
First you take the Codeine, mix it in some Sprite
When that drink turn pink, that’s what I like
We gon’ kill these pussy niggas on sight
We gon’ fuck yo’ main bitch on sight
We ’bout to pop a hundred bottles like it’s water
You want that good batch, meet me at the border
You want that good batch, meet me at the border

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B.o.B – Fkn Science Bro (Elements Album)

[Intro: Teacher]
Stop running in the halls! Stop! Slow down, sir! Slow down, sir! Stop running in the halls, sir! Anthony get to class! You’re never going to become a college student at that rate!

[Hook]
Fuckin’ science
Fu-fuckin’ science, bro
Labcoat, check, goggles, check
Nodules, check
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuckin’ science, bro

[Verse 1: B.o.B + Teacher]
Hi-yah lads! Welcome to science class
Bob quit writin’ raps in your log sheet, nobody’s gon’ sign your ass
Okay let’s get scientific
Fossil fuels come from years and years of bio-decomposition
It’s really just scientific
Why didn’t all the fossils turn to oil?
Some did, some didn’t
Anyway…
Didn’t Rockerfeller pay the scientists off the year of the Geneva Convention?
Wait? What was that?
You wanna come up here in front of class?
What? You wanna teach?
You really think you’re smarter than me?
No sir, sit down
Here’s your homework on the atom bomb and the World War
How it affected us then and now
Well uh… I seen the footage and uh, I really just want some answers
How does someone film an atomic bomb and it doesn’t destroy the camera?
I mean…
I was just…
BRO!
Bro, I’m just sayin’… I don’t know

[Hook: B.o.B]
Fu-fuckin’ science, bro
Labcoat, check, goggles, check
Nodules, check
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuckin’ science, bro

[Verse 2: B.o.B + Teacher]
Welcome to history, we evolved from neanderthalsThat is no mystery!
Well why are there no monkey fossils anywhere?
What, are you kidding me!?
I’m just sayin’… I just
Shoulda learned that way back in elementary
Man this nigga don’t know what the fuck he talkin’ about
I have a diploma, do you have a diploma?
Or a learning disorder?
My wife is a lawyer, we both have a daughter
She’s doin’ fine with the things that we taught her
Yeah I’m just usin’ the scientific method
Did we evolve from electronical boy or homo erectus?
And all of the fossilized footprints in the fossil records
Don’t show a line of thrust, that’s not consistent with compression
What the fuck did he just say??
Yeah, okay smartass
This is real knowledge, save all that hippie shit for art class
It’s really startin’ to bug me on this one
Gonna have to trust me on this one
I have done the studies on this one
You’re a little rusty on this one
I mean why can’t you just answer my question on the subject?
It’s not in the fuckin’ book
It’s not up for discussion

[Hook: B.o.B]
Science, I fuckin’ love science!
I fuckin’ love science!
I love science
Labcoat, check, goggles, check
Nodules, check
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuckin’ science, bro

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Damn, must have been a hell of them stegosauruses
Over a century burnin’ fossil fuels, still ain’t no shortages
I ain’t sayin’ I’m Neo, but I’m nothin’ short of a morpheus
Fuck, thought this was a globe, I gotta check my coordinates
You can blame my disorderly conduct on my subordinance
If it ain’t no Coriolis who’s to blame for New Orleans?
Why the poorest people always get extorted by corporate giants
We don’t boycott, we buy in and I find it unfortunate, yeah
Me plus you plus her plus her, that’s four (Math!)
Bring your worst and I’m gon’ bring much more
Leave your nerves, your skirt, both at the door
In case you didn’t know

[Hook: B.o.B + Scientist]
Fuckin’ science bro!
Well Earth shine is much brighter than moonshine
Fu-fuckin’ science, bro
Labcoat, check (moonshine)
Goggles, check (moonshine)
Nodules, check (moonshine)
Fuckin’ (moonshine)

[Verse 4: B.o.B.]
How many fingers am I holdin’ up?
Come and compete him if you’re bold enough
No Bobby Ray don’t give an ounce of fuck
Your team is weak, you beat your bouncer up

[Outro: Teacher + Neil deGrasse Tyson]
Student lives are what you are! God I hate my life. Hey you! You! Stop making out! I know your mother, Susan! I’m gonna tell Susan about this! Debrah! Is that coke???

I’m Neil deGrasse Tyson, bitch!

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Leon Russell – The Battle Of New Orleans

In 1814, we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip’.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a-coming
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more, and they began to running,
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We looked down the river and we see’d the British come
and there musta’ been a hundred of ’em beating on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our cotton bales and didn’t say a thing.

We fired our guns, and the British kept a-coming
There wasn’t nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to running,
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

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Belly – Frozen Water

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Future]
Girl I get back in that Lamb
Yellow diamonds like a cab
These nigga’s nothin’ but some crabs
I been duckin’ from the pap
Get some head on the Snap
Bought the Lamb just to trap
The main bitch kidnap
Five milli on my neck, I’m good, yeah
Drinkin’ Codeine like it’s Robitussin
Water on me like a water challenge
Drippin’, drippin’ I got frozen diamonds
I’mma never need a co-signer

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Belly]
She mix the lies with the truth, I mix the batch with the juice
I’m tellin’ Hennessy lies, I’m tellin’ Actavis truths
I thin I’m relapsin’ and shit, I just fell asleep in the shower
I’m feelin’ weak, need some power
The plug gon’ be back in an hour
She found a bag full of powder, “Oh no baby, that ain’t flour”
Told her jump up on the table, make that pussy get devoured

[Refrain: Future]
Yeah, yeah, all my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
I got chains and they flooded like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Belly]
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, frozen
I be goin’ hard just like frozen water, frozen
All my diamonds drip, drippin’ like it’s water, water
First you take the batch and mix it in the water, in the water
Then you pack a bag and meet me at the border, border

[Outro: Future]
All my diamonds drippin’ like some frozen water
All my diamonds flooded like its from New Orleans, yeah, yeah
First you take the Codeine, mix it in some Sprite
When that drink turn pink, that’s what I like
We gon’ kill these pussy niggas on sight
We gon’ fuck you main bitch on sight
We ’bout to pop a hundred bottles like it’s water
You want that good batch, meet me at the border
You want that good batch, meet me at the border, border, border….

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Curren$y – Stay Ridin (Andretti 10/30 Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’
They hidin’, ain’t bout it, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’ ain’t hidin’, yeah
They hidin’ ain’t bout it
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’

[Verse 1]
Spent 300 thousand on it
Parked it on the corner like i didnt want it
Blowing killer in New Orleans
Feel like I’m in California
Zoning off of OG
I text the homie with the gas
And he said he coming back with a different pack
What we smoking now the truth
He say this shit colder than that
I store my shit in glass I prefer that over bags
We gon’ crack a jar before we get in the car
I push a button the roof lit up with stars

[Hook]
Now we gon stay ridin’ stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’ aint hiding, yeah
They hidin’ aint bout it, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Ain’t hidin’ stay ridin’, yeah
They hidin’ ain’t bout it

[Verse 2]
See me in it straight chillin’
Candy paint, crate engine
[?] 13 inches
Low ride, stay high off the gas
Don’t drive and drive so the four don’t crash
Now cash rules, flash jewels on occasion
When I past through but if I pass through you know they paid me
Stack it till we got no where to put it
When I drive the fly ass ‘maro I park the bitch crooked
So you can see the 4g autos on it when you look in
Before we open the champagne bottles we shook ’em
It’s a celebration so we let this shit spill
We could have been killed in the field and that’s real
But we still here fuck a hater and how he feel
That’s signed and sealed
Straight deal quarter mill on the wheels
You gotta drive the bitch with skill
My engine in the back
My neighborhood on my hat
We gon’

[Hook]
Stay ridin’ stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’ aint hiding, yeah
They hidin’, aint bout it, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Stay ridin’, stay ridin’, yeah
Ain’t hidin’ stay ridin’, yeah
They hidin’ ain’t bout it