Crashing, hit a wall Right now I need a miracle Hurry up now, I need a miracle Stranded, reaching out I call your name but you're not around I say your name but you're not around
Your man on the road, he doing promo
You said keep our business
On the low-low
I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone
'Cause you look even better than the photos
I can't find your house, send me the info
Driving through the gated residential
Found out I was coming,
Sent your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it
But your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah
I only fuck you when it's half past five
The only time I'd ever call you mine
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe
I'ma let you know and keep it simple
Tryna keep it up, don't seem so simple
I just fucked two bitches
'fore I saw you
You gon' have to do it at my tempo
Always tryna send me off to rehab
Drugs start to feeling
Like it's decaf
I'm just tryna live life for the moment
And all these motherfuckers want a real love
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah
I only fuck you when it's half past five
The only time I'd ever call you mine
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe
Hills have eyes, the hills have eyes
Who are you to judge, who are you to judge?
Hide your lies, girl, hide your
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I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang
I was told when I get older, all my fears would shrink
But now I'm insecure, and I care what people think
[Pre-Chorus: 2x]
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
[Chorus: 2x]
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
[Verse 2:]
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it, if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one
It'd be to my brother, cause we have the same nose, same clothes,
Home grown, the stone's throw from a creek we used to roam
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered
Out of student loans and tree house homes
We all would take the latter
[Pre-Chorus: 2x]
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think
[Chorus: 2x]
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
[Bridge: 2x]
Used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away
Used to dream of outer space, but now they're laughing at our face
Singing "Wake up, you need to make money", yeah
[Chorus: 2x]
Wish we could turn back time to the good old days
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out
[Outro: Blurryface]
We used to play pretend, used to play pretend, funny
We
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[Twista]
The New Testament
These are the Street Scriptures for all my riders, niggaz, and hoes
Let me ask you a question:
Why give a bitch fame by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga, get with 'em
[High Beam]
AHHHHH!!
[Hook]
When I look that fool in his face and tell him he's a lie
Everybody want a cure but nobody wanna die
Put the cash in my face, I might take a try
Money motivated that nigga that threw up my sign
My wife's on my side with a .9 ready to ride
Hold my sixth sense up and ask buddy why
Shit get deep in the cold city of Chi
Could somebody, anybody tell me why-ay
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah these boys they wanna try me-eeeee
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah but these boys don't wanna die-eeeee
Why-ya-y-yaah
Why-ya-y-yaah now bring them boys to the Chi-eeeee
Why-ya-ya-yaah
Why-ya-ya-yaah Ahhhhhhhh
[High Beam]
I'll sacrifice my word and my balls for this here
Straight down to earth with my real niggaz crack 'em beers
Straight up that mean mug muthafucka havin' no fear
What the fuck
You thought I was one of them bitch niggaz standin' right here
Legit Ballaz is the clique I break bread with
Niggaz I bust lead with
In the midst of confrontation, high-speed chasin'
Bend 'em, and bust 'em and stick 'em, I'm runnin' from the FED's shit
This is the New Testament, uh-huh we never dead bitch - NO
[Hook]
[High Beam]
I'll make that damn fool get on his knees and say please
Bitches in the neighborhood spreadin' disease
Hatin' ass niggaz starin' and studyin' me
Cause I'
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[Erika Kane]
ugh
I open up wide open and leave those niggas wide open
hoping for the next supreme stroking dream soaking
Coat in my choking, poking till I'm choking
Niggas croaking never welcome I ain't joking
you know I'm smoking I get the job done
I suck ya dick in front of ya man and make us all cum
leave em all sprung
dirt is awesome superb all tongue suck it like a dum dum
using mommy as the rule of dumb when you choosing em
now ya know you fuck with hood rat hoes
seeing Kane cruising and wanting me and you with them
cause it went down but you ain't true to them so who is them
I ain't lying shit
get up with a mady 9 chick that brings like to dicks
with Viagra's lips dips a tits and whips
leaving dirty tips that chicks while they ride
Kane had hoes around the globe open wide
[Chorus]
wide open
like the 7 seas in the ocean soaking like tides rolling
babs coating she glad stroking
loving the shit floating the drip
the way you sucking the dick just keep on sucking it bitch
[Erika Kane]
ugh now let me tell you how I'm working that nigga
bobbing his dick up and down spiting jerking that nigga
licking that tip all around I'm I hurting ya nigga
Kane ain't nothing nice thats for certain my nigga
I get the dick wetter than Victoria Falls
I got ya danced up and drought as I move to ya balls
from taking chillys side to side and my baby ka jaws
get it straight nigga I suck a dick for the cause
nigga climbing the walls spread them lets like a bitch
nigga I get it all you cant handle this shit
when I get the jack in the dick then at the same time nigga
blowing ya mind lick your G-spot from behind
when ya gone find a bitch wet em like this
niggas is mad they bitch cant stroke em
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Yeah yall know what the fuck this is
the legit balling family
yo twista fire that shit up
[Twista]
All my legit ballers (what)
all my legit ballers (wee straight)
pull up to the club on dubs
whey these niggas playa hate
custom trucks and cars
with a system bumping hard
smoking dro outta jars
bout to blow a hundred bombs
some thoughts pump that buddah
bitch shake that ass over here
aint nobody worry bout no fear
we been down in the streets for years
the legit balling family
for the true ass gangstas and hustlers
killers ballers and aint no busters
kicking raw shit for real motherfuckers
[Bennie Franks]
Fuck it
i got something to prove
i heard this to up and down that a nigga didnt do it
put my rhyme to persistant
money too long
yall gonna get used to it
ima ball till i fall
what about the hoes
i fucked em all
what about the o's
i ate em all
when the drive hit the shitty shit
i sprayed em all
my shorty he got to eat
you better get going when i cock the heat
theres only two places
thats hell and (?)
that im not to be, heh
Bennie Franks is the name
shit down south is where i hang
and im still on the block when the shit gets hot
best believe aint a dam thing changed
[Turtle Banxx]
Put em off
remy my enemies bleed
from one squeeze and this thing that i pop at you
i execute low cock and shoot
aint a thang that i can do
how you shake it fast like Mystikal
it aint no mystery what bank listers do
roll up like what up foo
and what up niggas
where they might choose a big triggers and more ten
let the games begin
this for my niggas and bitches up in the truck
bust down hold it up and get buck
pull up to the club with the system up
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whatcha gonna do when we come for you
its a stick up put ya hands up
tell me whatcha gonna do when we come for you
its a stick up put ya hands up
[in background up above ^]
oh man don't shoot me man oh man
man my daddy left me this shit man
oh man please don't kill me man
why you all wanna do this to me man why man
[Bennie Franks]
I need these dubs for my Chevy Caprice whodi
is that in the Y2K now how my shorty gonna eat whodi
what the fuck a nigga supposed to do
when you flashing money cash hoes in one of the chosen few
now how the fuck I'm supposed to see when all the lights go out
and how the fuck I'm supposed to sleep when all the hypes come out
shut the fuck up and drive you asking too many questions
now have you ever taste a barrel of a 3-5-7 nigga (nah)
what the fuck you trying to hide hold on roll up ya sleeve
dam (thats my watch) presidential Roley with about 400 g's (ah man)
what the fuck you got a heart disease (nah)
let me see that (my daddy let get chain)
Damn I ain't know ice coming easy playboy I got to hide that
Take it off (take my shit man take it) take it off what else you hiding
(ahh) 6 tv's custom interior riding huh (come on man)
how many birds ya had to flip to get this here
matter of fact when you were on fall's magazine Baller of The Year (ah)
you got the shorties on the block while ya balling outta control
[phone rings] no don't (oh shit man)
get that that might be one of your hoes
hello
hello (hello)
hello (hello)
hey you alright man why you gotta call or something (whats up)
you know I been sitting down here waiting on you
I got these exotic birds what you gonna do man
(where ya at where ya at) why you calling me for
(where ya at where ya at) nova s
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No mothafuckin mercy for tha new millennium
It's Victory or Death
I'm tha Twista in this bitch
Mothafuckaz talkin 'bout styles and shit
And who bit what and who made what
Nigga fuck all y'all styles
I'm finna set this shit off like this here
Chitowns murderous mob gothic
Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin ammunition I'll cock it
Respected like i'm one of Gods prophets
Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you don't think
That i'll rock it annihilate that nigga
'Cuz like a lamb I was sacrificed for this verbal murder religion
Imprisioned by my hunger to succeed
By the heart I be driven
No shakin, no shiverin, get your shit to bleed
Reciting street literature, shall i spit tha creed
Now who them mothafuckaz talkin 'bout bitin
Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna buss
Y'all better run punk
Fuck where you got your style from I be the one
Rippin the track and I'm murderin
I'm in the middle of killin 'em off when the guns dump
With a young pump two to the brain don't even harm me
You fuckin every party, you wont even startle
You' the harder crew of lyrical giants
Turnin mothafuckaz like u to microscopic particles
To hype, to stop it the modules on cruise control
Ride out on these niggas-bitches-ho's
Ain't takin no titles I instantly bruise your soul
Talkin that shit to me- trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin my clothes and start snappin like I'm
Sniffin shit up the nose, and catchin convulsions
Till i'm trembling no surrendering start shootin and
Knockin mothafuckaz out like Benalyn
Reminiscin' on that adrenaline
Oh, now you rememberin
Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the wild y'all
Gangbagin like Gotti, rockin tha p
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[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and B's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma start squeezin these
Them niggas ain't G's, they wanna be thugs
And it ain't shit, to slang these motherfuckin slugs
The fools ainn't plugged plus ain't no hoes over here
I done dropped more dead bodies than tears
Brought to life momma's worst fears
Pictures of a son dyin from that hot ones flyin
Baby mama's cryin at the funeral
Cause the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild
When I rolled out on his ass on the solo
I caught him up on mo-mo cookin up co-co
I got to tip on the low-low
Busted in like po-po takin lives with the, oh no
It's a 4-4, mini-missle with a silencer for the whistle
My favorite pistol, cause when I let that bitch ride
I know the homicide is being carried out in official
Niggas steady bumpin gums, but don't want none
Because of these hot ones that explode on contact
A manic that's prepared to die in combat
Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me laced, don't be petty to say
I can see the fear in your face
as I reach my waist for this warm embrace
[Chorus]
I got plenty love for the 4-4
But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go
Because a nigga straight lovin' your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the 4-5
But when I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride
But still I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace
I got plenty love for the nine-mill
And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needin' your
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Send Twista polyphonic ringtone to your cell phone
(feat. Oobie)
[Oobie]
Uh, China White, Oobie, Twista
[Twista]
Now thick, we roll on plenty chrome
50 strong when the temp is on, then I kick it on
Butter-bee how could you get it wrong
Girl yo homey don't know what she talkin' bout
Told you I came at her, now you wildin' and walkin' out
She tryin' to hate
You took the bait and you shoulda just been tickled
Cause you rollin' on 20-inch nickels
Neck and wrist full of sickles
Oobie, you wanna do me
Girl please, I'm who you need
Steady stackin' G's, I'm been givin' you too much cheese to leave
[Oobie]
Every time that I come around you
You're shovin' yo money all up in my face
And that's you're first mistake
The things that you bought for me were cool
But I still don't have to give in to you
You can't buy me
[Chorus]
Boy you bout to get lonely
Pushin' up on my homey
Cause you don't know me
You don't know me
And boy you got to be crazy
Thinkin' I was still yo lady
But you don't know me
You don't know me
[Oobie]
Every time that I turn my back you
Are tryin' to get all in my homegirl's face
You know you're outta place
You embarrass yourself from the things you do
But it's not the issue
I don't want you
Don't want you
And she told me what you said about me
But you didn't tell her you were handin' out G's
Straight takin' care of me
Takin' care of me
[Chorus]
[Oobie]
Now boy you're not here do what you wanna do to me
Just cause you paid off my bills for me
Yo
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