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California Report: Scott Gates, CBA success story

Posted on June 12, 2021 by Azlyrics

Scott Gates with Get Down Boys – photos © Robin Frenette

Described as a fun-loving and remarkable musician, Scott Gates is yet another product of the California Bluegrass youth movement. He has been playing mandolin, guitar, and singing hard core bluegrass since before he was ten years old. Scott is in three bands highlighted below and is a popular instructor for the next wave of California bluegrass talent. If and when you see him play live, you will not forget it.

Hi Scott, when exactly did you know music was your calling?

I’ve known as long as I can remember. My family tells me I answered the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” with an emphatic, “a musician!” since motor skills were a new accomplishment (still are an accomplishment, sometimes). My grandfather Marco Manzo was from Sicily, and I grew up hearing him playing old Italian tunes on his ’21 Martin A-model at every family gathering up until his passing in ’07. I formally began piano at 3, mandolin at 7, fiddle/guitar at 11, vocals/stand-up bass at 13, and three-finger banjo at 22. I’ve always got side hustles going on, but music has been, is now, and, if I stay lucky, will always be my only vocation.

What instrument do you generally find yourself holding when the muse strikes for composing?

My phone! Voice recording apps are invaluable for not only documenting ideas, but for later review with a fresh mind, not to mention making sharing with peers super easy. As far as musical instruments, whatever’s closest. Guitar is the popular go-to because it offers a range of voicings for robust solo accompaniment, the tuning setup makes melody/progression experimentation hyper-manageable, and all in a relatively small, mobile format.

What inspires you for composing, and who are some of your favorites?

At first, pain, trauma, and heartbreak made writing involuntary. Essentially, an experience in that category would eventually overwhelm my mental health to the point that songwriting was the only healthy mechanism available to process and remedy such oft-debilitating emotion. The evolution from subconscious self-medication to a deliberate, pointed expression of the whole human experience has been a joy to go through, as well as a major avenue of catharsis. I’m lucky to have landed in a place now where I just want to write fun songs that I hope my friends would like playing and singing.

Some major influences: Western Centuries, Caleb Klauder Country Band, Elliott Smith, Webb Pierce, Hylo Brown, John Moreland, Joanna Newsom, James Mercer of the Shins, Roger Miller, Jeff Mangum of Neutral Milk Hotel, Marvin Gaye, Oliver Wood of the Wood Brothers, Larry Sparks, Norman Blake, the McCourys, Buck Owens, Don Rich, Moses Sumney…

How long do you generally work on a piece?

Hemingway said, “Write drunk, edit sober.” The more a song is performed, the more you figure out what works best, and capitalize on that, so in some ways a song never stops being written. Another quote to balance this out would be what Paul Simon said of recording: “You don’t finish an album, you abandon it.” This could be applied to songwriting: don’t tweak it to death! Trust yourself, trust in the creative process. On average, I’d say from the first spark to a solid blueprint, takes typically no more than three days, but none of this is set in stone. The other day I came across lyrics I scribbled down over nine years ago and used them to write an entire song in about an hour and a half that I’m quite happy with.

Tell us about the bands past and present you’ve been in.

I had some kid bluegrass bands from about age 11 on, then was a mercenary picker through and following high school. (I still get hired like that, and still love it!)

The Salty Suites – all-original indie folk consisting of a core trio which writes everything (myself on mando, Chuck Hailes on bass, and Chelsea Williams on guitar), and a collective of eclectic world musicians in supporting roles. Our songs are mostly about love, death, late-stage capitalism, war, trauma, drinking, addiction, andcats.

The Salty Suites

The Get Down Boys are a hardworking, LA-based bluegrass/country group that has changed hands a few times over the past decade. I was a hired gun for years until officially joining in a complete personnel reset, finding myself on guitar/mando, Israel Parker on dobro/bass, and Mark Cassidy (the Hillbenders) on banjo, and we all sing. We mainly hope to display a century of bluegrass and bluegrass-adjacent styles, from Appalachia to Bill to Tony to originals to modern covers. We absolutely adore Larry Sparks.

Scott on guitar with The Get Down Boys

Jeff Scroggins and the Scroggdogs is a project that began with a year of whirlwind touring from across the US to Europe twice before things shut down last year. It began when Jeff contacted me after I was filling in regularly for his son and my bluegrass brother, Tristan, in their now-retired band Jeff Scroggins & Colorado, and we started a group together with my beloved friends Yoseff Tucker, Jan Purat, and Zach Sharpe as personnel, playing some driving bluegrass and old country, stacked with brother duo harmonies, and Jeff’s iconic explosive banjo.

And over the past year, I’ve cultivated a few new projects currently in development.

What connections do you see, if any, between bluegrass and other music styles?

A musician should integrate all styles, cross-pollinate from different instruments, and keep an open mind and ear to absorb from entirely different disciplines. In a Q&A or workshop, I like to answer the question, “Who’s your favorite mandolin player,” or songwriter, or whatever with names like Earl Scruggs, Mitch Hedberg, Charles Bukowski, Francis Mallmann, Trey Parker—that is to say, banjo players, comedians, poets, chefs, and cartoonists have a lot of valuable philosophy, technique, professional maxims, etc., highly applicable to the life of musicians.

What artists do you listen to that may surprise the readers?

Not sure what would surprise anyone, considering that we live in a time when so much is at our fingertips in an instant. I’m highly influenced by ’90s Oakland/NYC hip hop. I adore the EDM genres (especially electro) and their impressive cultural similarities to Appalachia. One of my favorite groups is Tank and the Bangas, an incredibly fresh group from New Orleans that tastefully incorporates authentic R&B, blues, spoken word, soul, punk, rock n roll, hip hop, jazz, trap, and folk, into without a doubt the most dynamic performances I’ve ever seen. They’re one of those rare groups that you see and think, “I’m witnessing history right here.” They’re singlehandedly refining the core of an indefinable, brand new genre… They make the term “genre” itself seem laughable.

Are you a bandleader or do you desire to be?

I am a bandleader, but it was never a goal, I think it just happened out of necessity. I have a lot of fun interacting with an audience, singing became my favorite damn thing to do in the whole world, and I adore rhythm – it simply ended up that I was the one primed to take on that role in the groups I play in. That said, each group I’m in is an equal democracy, trusting in one another’s taste/ability/decisions, and honoring any challenges that may arise in the creative process. This taught me a priceless life lesson: the solution to any given dispute is likely to be a fusion of two different ideas. Once again, applying what you learn in one discipline to another discipline or area of life.

What do you like to do when not playing music?

Thrifting, hockey, video games, rock climbing, beach bummin’, chess, mycology, raising Saturniidae moths and my two wild cats, exploring cuisine, breweries/distilleries/vineyards, studying history applied to politics, volunteering for local campaigns, geeking out on directors, learning to write code, gardening herbs/vegetables/succulents, birdwatching, learning about local ingredients, hiking to go find them, and preparing them for use in the kitchen… that’s all I can think of. The quarantine kept me busy!

Do you have any students and, if so, what do you consider the best quality of a teacher?

I had about a dozen students prior to the shutdown, which will continue in the next couple months or so. The number fluctuates as my students need me, of course, and I’m always happy to take on more! The best quality a teacher can have is patience, undoubtedly. Dedication to your student’s goals is equally as important, no matter what.

Tell us about the LA bluegrass scene.

We’re growing it slowly but surely. Lots of regular jams picking up steam, and residencies. The CBA now has its weight behind the region more than ever before, which makes my job as the CBA’s LA Regional Director so much easier! Huge thanks to the CBA for expanding and uniting all the smaller SoCal county associations under such an inclusive community umbrella. This year is set to be pretty exciting; listen and watch for announcements of a new event coming this fall!

What events, or venues have been most memorable for you?

Grass Valley’s Nevada County Fairgrounds which houses the CBA Father’s Day fest and their music camp prior, which I’ve been attending since I was 7 years old. Lifelong friends, amazing jams I’ll never forget, hilarious, sleep-deprived Monday mornings…. I’ll have Father’s Day week blocked off in my calendar for life!

You’re involved in some awesome late night jams at the CBA Father’s Day Festival. Any good stories to share?

Oh MAN. What happens at Grass Valley stays at Grass Valley… ha! Every story that comes to mind is barely family-friendly! There’s one where a California legend was walking from one camp to another at night with a beer in one hand and a fiddle and bow in the other. Since it was dark, and late, and the festival was in full swing, he went to cross the little river, and he tripped! Instead of catching himself, he fell chest and face smackdab into the dirt, with his fiddle and bow AND beer protected, both hands held straight up in the air! The man had his priorities straight!

What event in life really caused you to get hooked on bluegrass?

The CBA Father’s Day music camp at seven years old, and the Huck Finn Jubilee music camp.

For the geeks out there, what instruments do you have, play, and love?

I have a 2003 Michael Lewis JR-158 F-style mandolin (JR: patterned after John Reischman’s Lloyd Loar). She’s my baby, my workhorse, my best friend, my marriage, my baseball bat, and I will never want another. I use 1.90mm Clayton Raven picks for mandolin, and a 1.5 Dunlop Prime Tone for guitar.

I own a 1983 Martin D41V and use this regularly, but my bandmate is currently lending me his 1947 Martin D28 — nuclear in warmth and punchier than Mike Tyson at a luau.

Do you approach singing differently than playing an instrument?

Yes and no, honestly. Yes in the sense that the emotional/mental game is nearly impossible to articulate in vocal training. The best vocal coaches have this rare ability. No in the sense that every instrument (wood, steel, brass, and flesh alike) should be approached differently per instrument and per musician.

What fiddle tunes do you love and automatically play when you first pick up a guitar or a mandolin?

For mandolin, I’d say Lost Girl (thank you Caleb n Reeb) and Jessamyn’s Reel. I don’t play Thile much at all, but this song slaps. He utilizes what I call his Peter Pan lick so much—a major arpeggio followed by the 6th (ex: G B D G E)—that I was just sick of it, but this song finally nailed its application, in my opinion. For guitar, these aren’t fiddle tunes, but they function as such: Last Thing On My Mind by Tom Paxton, Billy Gray by Norman Blake, and Matty Groves a la Doc Watson fingerpicking.

What do you think it is about music that makes it touch people so deeply?

The catharsis facilitated by undoubtedly shared emotion. It boils down to the closest thing we have to telepathy for musicians and listeners alike. We’re given permission through music to process our pain and trauma, which, even a small amount of processing, can be a huge relief. I firmly believe a musician’s goal is to make adults cry in public.

What other mandolin players do you enjoy listening to and why?

One of the funniest things about playing traditional music is discovering new areas within the walls of the tradition. The McCourys, Larry Sparks, and Bradford Lee Folk are all great examples of remaining within the bluegrass box, while creating original, fresh content. Purists and progressives alike, rejoice. To me, that’s the goal, and it has the added benefit of being exactly what Earl/Bill/Stanleys/etc. did.

Consequently, my little brother-in-bluegrass, Joshua Gooding, is my favorite mandolin player (currently playing with the Alex Leach Band.) My dude is a Pandora’s box of licks. His attack leaves no brutality to be desired. He’s capable of expressing a wide range of emotions, and his attitude is that of a wild west monk—the musical language he is distilling as he evolves is an unblemished marriage of the unusually daring and pure zeal for the bluegrass box-residing foundation.

Thanks for our time Scott!

Thank you for having me, Dave. I really appreciate you reaching out. Hope to chat again soon! Long live our bluegrass music and communities!

Scott with Evan Marshall playing Foggy Mountain Special

Copy editing by Jeanie Poling.

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Jay Critch – Gettin Da Cash Lyrics

Posted on August 15, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Hey!
Getting the cash and shit
Doing the dash and shit
Hey, Yeah, Woah
The Lab Cook

[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on ’em like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (cooling smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt skrt)

[Verse 1]
High like the attic
I’m in LA, need a pound of the cookie
She a fiend, she a addict
She got and old nigga, but that nigga a rookie (that nigga a rookie)
Spend some green on the fabric
Now she trying to pull up, trying to give me the good shit (trying to give me the good shit)
I’ma go ahead and smash it
Now a nigga bugging out over some pussy (over some pussy, hey!)
Aye, diamonds shining now they can’t overlook me
I had to go and make a plan for the guap (plan for the guap)
He be acting like the man, he not (he not)
She’s like what’s the flashing on your hand, the rocks (hand, the rocks)
Do the dash and she like where’s the top (where’s the top)
Mansion looking like the stairs don’t stop
Fuck the fashion I like bands a lot (bands a lot)

[Chorus]
Aye, I be (hey)
Getting the cash and shit (getting the cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (doing the dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (on an average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash the whip)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (pull up on ’em like what happened?)
I be cooling smoking jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (I be coolin smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it

[Verse 2]
Aye, I might fuck around and pass it
Just like D. Will, Steve Nash and them (D. Will, Steve Nash and them)
Money on me like it’s tatted
I got way too much cash to spend (too much cash)
They be talking all that stattic
When we run down we catching them (we cathing them)
Damn shawty you a bad bitch
I’m trying to run down, what’s happening? (run down, what’s happening?)
Hey, young nigga getting the money, they mad at him
We was running off with them O’s by the school (O’s y the school)
Nigga I don’t owe nothing to you (owe nothing to you)
In the coupe, but I’m trying to get two (trying to get two)
Wake up and it’s payday (payday)
All my niggas with the stain gang (stain gang)
Hit a lick, gotta maintain yeah (gotta maintain, yeah)

[Chorus]
Aye, I be
Getting the cash and shit (cash and shit)
Doing the dash and shit (dash and shit)
How you loving on an average bitch (average bitch)
Bands flipping like magic bitch (magic)
She suck me up I might crash the whip (crash)
I be riding with a ratchet while you pussy niggas giving fashion tips (riding round with a ratchet)
Pull up on them like what happened?
I got shooters hit, shoot and clap your bitch (what happened?)
I be cooling smoking Jattic
I got lotta pounds in the stash and shit (smoking jattic)
I might hit it then I’ll pass it
I might fuck around, Steve Nash your bitch (fuck around, Steve Nash it)
I had to Balmain the fabric
Go get that new wraith do the dash in it (skrt)

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070 Shake – Rewind lyrics

Posted on June 2, 2018 by Azlyrics

(feat. Lil Yachty)

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
You know you was wrong
And you know you fucked up when you left me
And you know that I’m headed so high
Your new guy, your new guy is going so down
Your new guy, you can’t bring around me
You can’t bring around us
Cause if you do, you found me
You know you was wrong
That’s why when you see me on your new TV
You change the channel
Cause you know you was wrong
And now you know that I’m gone
Oh, I’m gone, I’m so gone
And you wish
Oh yeah, you wish that you could return the time
You wish you could rewind
You wish you could rewind my mind

[Verse 2: 070 Shake]
My crew is so fucked up
Take it in and get your doses up
If they ask you, you don’t know of us
And they’ll go, they’ll go so hard for you
Pitty-pitty-pitty
She been asking why all around the city
Don’t be asking why, I ain’t even kidding
You know what you’ve done
Giving me your back cause I dont like the front
Now you got some offers I don’t need none
You wish, you wish you could rewind the time
LA come all of the lights
Smoke it all up til we dry
We become vamps in the night
Vamps in the night

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Lil B – Billionare lyrics

Posted on May 19, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
The bitch look mad, you’re stressed out
I don’t give a shit, fuck her in the mouth
Bitch Mob niggas know what we about
Thank you BasedGod, fuck my bitch now
Everybody know the BasedGod fucked my bitch
I’m out in Detroit tryna hit a lick
Everybody know BasedGod fucked my bitch
Everybody scream “BasedGod fucked my bitch!”
[?] with that…
I own real estate, I own a… block nigga
BasedGod, I want a fat bitch
In Beverley Hills getting ratchet
Shout out to LA, them some real niggas
Yeah I still jerk and I kill niggas
I need a bad bitch right now
And tell that ho I need a hundred thou

[Chorus]
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod done fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch

[Verse 2]
And I buy hoes
Hundred thousand for a show, that’s just how it goes
Fuck my bitch BasedGod, I’m fat now
Pretty boys in this bitch, I’m getting racks now
I’m a OG, the whole 5’9″
What that mean bitch, tall as a glass of wine
Did you drink or did you get drunk?
Nigga do I look a fucking punk?
Do I look like I got jumped?
All these bitches look like Taylor Swift
Nigga play with me, get the whole K clip
Pulled out the ladder then I made him strip
Shout out to Richmond on that gangster shit
Shout out to Berkley on that gangster shit
Shout out San Francisco on that gangster shit
Wordwide Lil B, I’m on the map bitch

[Chorus]
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod just fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch
The BasedGod done fucked my bitch (Real nigga)
He just fucked my bitch

[Interlude]
Ay man we coming for these billions like I said mane. Hundred thousand for a beat. Hundred thousand for a feature. You feel me. Hundred thousand for a show. They don’t believe me? Go check, Ayy man tell ’em, we coming for the billions. Ayy man only billions man. Like I said man it’s your boy Lil B, we in this thang billionaire type

[Outro]
Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions
[?] Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. Billions. [?]

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Lil Baby – Leaked Lyrics

Posted on May 18, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
We ain’t talked in like a week straight
I been all on the interstate
I been tryna go and get this cake
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

[Verse 1]
They thinkin’ I lost it, remind them niggas
I can get flyer than niggas
Hundred thousand in a Gucci bookbag
They thinkin’ I signed them niggas
I leveled my life up, this Rollie I got on don’t tick tock
Still on that bullshit, if you pull up on me, let the stick talk
I’m in LA with the vibes, Dane in the cut getting high
She tryna get in my ride, she tryna turn up tonight, yeah
I was running up cash, yeah, I had ran up a bag
And they started gettin’ mad, yeah
But I didn’t get mad, I just kept getting cash, yeah
And I’m in my bag, yeah, now I’m in my bag, yeah
She wanna get with me, she know that I’m sticky, but I’m in my bag now
She wasn’t fucking with me, she didn’t come around, she wishing she had now
And I’m in my bag now
I’m in the bag, the Goyard to be exact
Three hundred racks inside it, and that ain’t no cap
I could’ve bought a Wraith today, yeah yeah
I ran it up, they supposed to hate
I’m digging this lifestyle
Water drippin’ on me like I’m a faucet
The crew with me right now
You can play, just proceed with caution
I popped the wrong pill, now I’m nauseous
I need to get off this drank, it’s a problem
I took a Tesla and landed on Mars​
Lord please wake me up tomorrow

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

[Verse 2]
They know they can’t beat me, so they tryna leave me
And she tryna leave me, but I ain’t gon’ let her
Diamonds on Fiji, I’m running with QC
And Reebok endorse me, went up a new level
I’m loving this lifestyle and niggas wanna be me
I know they won’t catch up, but I ain’t gon’ let ’em
As soon as the money get up to a million, put it in the ground and then buy a new shovel
How you gon’ be in yo feelings when I’m in my feelings?
We both can’t be in our feelings
I ain’t gon’ lie when you thinkin’ I did it, I did it
It’s something ’bout your intuition
I’m telling you no lies, I’m tired of seeing you cry
Come here girl, let me wipe your eye
Everything gon’ be alright

[Chorus]
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas
She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga
She gon’ get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga
Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas
We gon’ keep riding around with them Glocks until we find them niggas

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Charlie Puth – Attention lyrics

Posted on May 8, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Woah-oah, hm-hmm

[Verse 1]
You’ve been runnin’ ’round, runnin’ ’round, runnin’ ’round
Throwin’ that dirt all on my name
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d
Call you up
You’ve been going ’round, going ’round, going ’round
Every party in LA
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d
Be at one, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine, ooh
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect?
But you’re not coming home with me tonight

[Chorus]
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you, oh

[Verse 2]
You’ve been runnin’ ’round, runnin’ ’round, runnin’ ’round
Throwin’ that dirt all on my name
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d
Call you up
Baby, now that we’re, now that we’re, now that we’re
Right here standin’ face to face
You already know, ‘ready know, ‘ready know
That you won, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine, ooh
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect? (oh baby)
But you’re not coming home with me tonight, oh no

[Chorus]
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new (someone new)
Yeah, you just want attention (oh), I knew from the start (the start)
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you (over you), oh

[Bridge]
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh?

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect?
But you’re not coming home with me tonight

[Chorus]
You just want attention, you don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you, oh

[Bridge]
What are you doin’ to me? (Hey)
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’, love?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (Yeah, you just want attention)
What are you doin’ to me? (I knew from the start)
What are you doin’ huh? (You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh?

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State Champs – Crystal Ball lyrics

Posted on May 6, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
When it all began, was it time that we asked for?
Or was it anything to feel complete forevermore?
Wanna see myself like I used to back then
But every time I turn around I’m in LA again
Don’t take this for granted, that’s not how we planned it
I know, we’re tearing these pages
Before we get to watch it unfold

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, it’s a long road
You think your time is running out
Gotta be looking up when it goes down

[Chorus]
Know that I’ve seen better days
Turned and looked the other way
But with you I can’t see past the crystal ball
(To all we ever wanted)
I can’t fight this disconnection
You can see my imperfection
Still, at least I’ll never be ungrateful

[Verse 2]
Opposite of here there’s a bold faced enemy
But sure enough, when I look up
It’s myself staring back at me
I’m not saying there’s a reason
Close it up and leave it, even though
We’d still be tearing the pages
Before the rest of it changes
So let’s go

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause it’s a long road
You think your time is wearing thin
Remember to breathe out when you dive in

[Bridge]
I think my nights are my days
I can feel you slipping away
So savor every moment
Don’t you stay in disarray
I think my nights are my days
I can feel you slipping away
Can we savor every moment
Find ourselves along the way
I confess

[Pre-Chorus 2]
That it’s a long road
You think your time is running out
Gotta be looking up when it goes down

[Chorus]
Know that I’ve seen better days
Turned and looked the other way
But with you I can’t see past the crystal ball
(To all we ever wanted)
I can’t fight this disconnection
You can see my imperfection
Still, at least I’ll never be ungrateful

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Don Broco – Come Out To LA lyrics

Posted on May 5, 2018 by Azlyrics

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
Write a few songs
Maybe you could stay
Stay in Hollywood
Stay in Hollywood
Stay in Hollywood

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
There’s people you should meet
There’s hands you should shake
Down in Hollywood now
Down in Hollywood
Down in Hollywood

It’s my call to the faithful
You’re not happy, happy, happy
Call to the faithful
If you’re willing and able
Just be happy, happy, happy
I’m not happy, happy, happy

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
Play a few shows
Maybe you could break
Down in Hollywood
Down in Hollywood
Down in Hollywood

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
There’s places to be seen
There’s friends you should make
Down in Hollywood now
Down in Hollywood
Down in Hollywood

And I can’t live without it no more
No I can’t be without it O Lord
Praying that my feet don’t fail me now
Keep the faith, keep the faith
I’m so full of doubt
Keep the faith, keep the faith

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
Play a few shows
Maybe you could break
Down in Hollywood
Down in Hollywood
Down in Hollywood

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
There’s places to be seen
There’s friends you should make
Here in Hollywood
Right here in Hollywood
Here in Hollywood

I can’t live without it no more
No I can’t be without it O Lord
Praying that my feet don’t fail me now
Keep the faith, keep the faith
I’m so full of doubt
Keep the faith, keep the faith

No I’m not a believer no more
When all I hear is silence O Lord
Praying I’m not lost
I’m not a believer
Keep the faith, Keep the faith
Please let me be found
Keep the faith, Keep the faith

Come out to LA
Things are going great
Sun is always shining
Everyone’s excited
You’re in Hollywood now
You’re in Hollywood

Come out to LA
Hoping that you make it
If you don’t you’ll do your best to fake it
You’re in Hollywood now
You’re in Hollywood

It’s my call to the faithful
We’re not happy, happy, happy
Call to the faithful
In this city of angels
Can’t be happy, happy, happy
I’m not happy, happy, happy

Come out to LA
No I’m not a believer
Keep the faith, keep the faith
Please let me be found
Keep the faith, keep the faith

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
Write a few songs
Maybe you could stay
Stay in Hollywood
Stay in Hollywood
Stay in Hollywood

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
There’s people you should meet
There’s hands you should shake
Down in Hollywood now
Down in Hollywood
Down in Hollywood

Come out to LA
Come out to LA
Write a few songs
Maybe you could stay
Stay in Hollywood
Stay in Hollywood
Stay in Hollywood

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Camila Cabello – OMG (feat. Quavo) lyrics

Posted on May 5, 2018 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1: Camila Cabello]
Baby, what’cha say?
I ain’t here to, I ain’t here to conversate
Baby, I don’t play
From Miami, causin’ trouble in LA
Rowdy, Tennessee
If I don’t send for you, best not come for me
Jordan, twenty-three
Guarantee you’re gonna wanna leave with me

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
I got that li-li-li-like

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah

[Verse 2: Camila Cabello]
Ice cold like my drink
Lose your concentration when you take a sip, yeah (sip it, sip it)
Cyclone, make it spin
‘Cause all I, all I, all I, all I do is win

[Bridge: Camila Cabello]
Yeah, I’m cut like a diamond, I’m cold
4 A.M., bloom like a rose
Girls like the summer, we’re gold, uh

[Pre-Chorus: Camila Cabello]
We got that li-li-li-like

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through (yeah, yeah)
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God (my God), you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

[Post-Chorus: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (oh my God)
Oh my God, yeah

[Verse 3: Quavo & Camila Cabello]
Oh my God, she’s so right, though (you know you’re so right)
Me and you, that’s a iso
Waist so small, look like lipo (li-lipo)
Moonwalk, my diamonds Michael (Mi-Michael)
She’s so fine, I call my best man (brr)
Ain’t no rings on her left hand (no rings)
I had a dream I was in quicksand (dream)
Then I woke up with the best plans (yeah)
Oh my God, yeah (uh)
Oh my God, you’re awesome (yeah)
Smoke more green than Boston (green)
I make a play and call ’em (yeah)
Oh my God, she flossin’ (ooh)
On the cover of magazines
I’mma crown the queen (queen)
Bad and boujee, thick and pretty
I’m givin’ her wet dreams (ooh, yeah)
I’m the main reason why her friends like me (hey)
Havin’ her mad at me, tackle me like I’m an athlete (ooh, yeah)

[Chorus: Camila Cabello]
Pull up, pull up, pull up straight from Tokyo
You cannot believe it when we come through
Woo, my God, you look good today
Woo, my God, you look good today, yeah
Back up, back up, back up, do it slow-mo’
When she drop, it bounce back like a yo-yo
Woo, my God, you look good today
You look good today, yeah
Oh my God

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Bobby Brackins – Tap In (feat. PnB Rock)

Posted on November 13, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in ya
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: PnB Rock]
With a little baby
She be going brazy
She ride me like a Mercedes
[?]
She just wanna taste me
She [?]
[?]
[?] other bitches they so basic
She say [?]
She just wanna race me
I say girl you crazy
This money all I’m chasing
[?] to the bank now
You should see my statements
[?]
You should see my [?]
[?]
[?] on my wrist
She sippin bubbly I’mma sip fine
Hit me up and tap in when when you in my town

[Chorus: PnB Rock & Bobby Brackins]
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in tap, in
Hit me up and tap in
Hit me up and tap in

[Verse: Bobby Brackins]
Don’t forget to hear my phone now
You be the one I hold down
Rolling up that [?]
The money ought to slow down
Ye I got [?] next to your city
Whenever you in Cali
Come and fuck with me I be down in LA
She know I’m from the bay
She giving good brain
Cos she graduated [?]
[?] getting cake now
Automatic pay
[?]
[?] to the bank

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Pell – Chirpin’

Posted on November 13, 2017 by Azlyrics

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

Always been down to the asphalt
Head in the clouds when I blast off
Riding round bumping that future, stealing yo girl with my mask off
If was intentional, I was just chirpin’, she hit me up
I was just giving her twitter hugs
But flirting in person way different love
Play with her heart like it’s candy crush
She wanna star and I wanna fuck
Doing commercials and getting funds
In my green bubble I Samsung
I sleep when I’m dead
Rest when I’m tired
So many shows I should host a late night
I sleep when I’m dead
Rest when I’m tired
So many shows I should host a late night
LA tonight
Nola tomorrow
I been on ghost so I ain’t see you called

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

Always been down to the asphalt
Got a catalog, that you can’t ignore
Spit a cannon balls, when i rattle off
Tell a dick rider pull the saddle off
Might puff once albuterol
I need a moment to breathe
Long as we got trump in office
I done forgot what is sleep
I done forgot what is peace
Shame we gotta plea
Telling me that we got freedom
But i ain’t forgot what it mean
I don’t need much but i do deserve it
For i spit a sentence they all know the verdict
Hit the liquor store fuck a bottle service
I don’t need the club money got me nervous
I’ll splurge when I’m dead
Save while I live
Grind overnight and retain ownership
LA Midnight
NY at 10
I been on ghost so excuse
If i dip

I don’t need much but I want it all, answer my phone when the money call
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
Need to get off of the internet, searching for something more intimate
I’m closing up all of the curtains, and hiding way under the surface

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’
I’m chirpin’, Bitch
I’m chirpin’ I’m chirpin’

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Gryffin – Nobody Compares To You (feat. Katie Pearlman) (Lyric Video)

Posted on October 8, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Thought I saw you at our bar last night
Hid in the bathroom, I just couldn’t stay high

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I took so much time to reset my life
But in just one look, I’m back
Forget that I could have any one I like
But now all I remember is what we had

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Verse 2]
What should I do?
Maybe I’ll move away
Start somewhere new, I’ll let you have LA

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I took so much time to reset my life
But in just one look, I’m back
Forget that I could have any one I like
But now all I remember is what we had

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody compares to you

[Bridge]
You’re once in a lifetime
Better than New Year’s at midnight
Wanna grab on and hold tight
And I won’t let go
I hope you can hear this
‘Cause it’s your face that I miss
Your lips I wanna kiss

[Chorus]
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you
Somebody, somebody please help me get over you
‘Cause it feels like I’ve been wasting my time
In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces
Nobody compares to you

[Post-Chorus]
Nobody compares to you
Nobody, nobody, nobody compares to you

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Quentin Miller – Expression 5.5 (feat. Trae Tha Truth)

Posted on July 6, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P— (alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, axe the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

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Charlie Puth – Attention (Acoustic)

Posted on June 10, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
You’ve been runnin’ round, runnin’ round, runnin’ round Throwin’ that dirt all on my name
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d call you up
You’ve been going round, going round, going round
Every party in LA
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d be at one
Ohh

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine (Ohh)
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect
But you’re not coming home with me tonight

[Chorus]
You just want attention
You don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention
I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you (Ohh)

[Verse 2]
You’ve been runnin’ round, runnin’ round, runnin’ round Throwing that dirt all on my name
‘Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d call you up
Baby, now that we’re, now that we’re, now that we’re
Right here standing face to face
You already know, already know, already know that you won
Ohh

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma (dress is karma), perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine
(You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine)
And now I’m all up on ya (all up on ya), what you expect
(Oh baby)
But you’re not coming home with me tonight (Oh no)

[Chorus]
You just want attention
You don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention
I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you
Ohh

[Refrain]
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh?

[Pre-Chorus]
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking ’bout when you were mine
And now I’m all up on ya, what you expect
But you’re not coming home with me tonight

[Chorus]
You just want attention
You don’t want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention
I knew from the start
You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you
(Over you)

[Outro]
What are you doin’ to me? (Heyy)
What are you doin’, huh? (What are you doin’, what?)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh? (Yeah, you just want attention)
What are you doin’ to me? (I knew from the start)
What are you doin’ huh?
(You’re just making sure I’m never gettin’ over you)
What are you doin’ to me?
What are you doin’, huh?

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Omega Crosby – Money lyrics

Posted on June 7, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 1]
High as the moon, fly as a kite
She want the pipe but she ain’t the type
I love these checks, the money’s my wife
Niggas be hatin, but that ain’t my life

I go ham on em, ham on em
They hate it when I stand on em, stand on em
They said I put that flame on em, flame on em
They sayin I done changed on em, changed on em

Nooo, same nigga same clique tho
Get brilla, fuck bitches, takin pics tho
I’m trappin out the bake they don’t get it tho
I see a real thick chica I’ma getta tho

They say I’m hella raw, well I’m from stanislaus
They put a roof over my city I’m bout to tear it off
I’m in that first class poppin bottles eatin toast
If you ain’t gone follow why you likin all my posts

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 2]
Man I’m on that no sleep, eyes red hella gone
The models in my DM say I’m hella on, kill em all
I just wanna gold faced rollie wit some diamonds
Lately I been really in them streets like a sidewalk

If come to a color I be chasin green
I put numbers on the board they ain’t ever seen
Goldie said if you wanna shmack do the footwork
So I used my brain bullets showed em how that book work

At the age of thirteen I was sellin dope
At the age of fourteen I got my first note
At the age of twenty one I was sellin hope
Ray Charles I can’t see myself bein broke

I live like erryday my birthday
I really drink champagne when im thirstay
I flex on these hoes you can call it fitness
So fresh I put plug it in outta business

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

[Verse 3]
Sky is the limit, green light they can’t stop me
Errybody clones, everything I do they copy
Shoutout to my girl lay, I’m flyin out to LA
Celebrate at all times but we dont do holiday

What if we, what if we, shut up on the down play
Why you bein a negative Nancy no Holloway
I swear I dont know these hoes it must be a thursday
I’m dope spittin flames I treat beats like an ashtray

[Chorus]
They hate it when you shine, yea
They don’t wanna see you grind, yea
All these girls wanna be mine, yea
But I ain’t got time, yea

Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh
Get money, get money oh

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Alt-J – Deadcrush (Relaxer Album)

Posted on June 7, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
Extraordinarily pretty teeth
Beauty lingers out of reach
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh
Man Ray went cray cray over you
Capturing but never captured
You’re my DC oh Lee, oh

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back, dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Verse 2]
Anna Bolina
Maid of honour
Not your sister, fearful temper
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh
Unknown artist
Took your likeness
Henry Tudor left you lifeless
You’re my DC oh Anna, oh

[Interlude 1]
Keepa, keepa, keepa, keep me damn down
Let it low
Let me know where you go
Papa, papa, papa
Get me down
Deep, deep down
Pablo, let me know

[Interlude 2]
If you don’t have the ace of hearts
My dear, you’re a lost man
Falcon for you, Anna, from the left arm of the falconer
Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna L’Arlésienne

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back, dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

[Chorus]
Swim low
In the back, dry in the night
Sample
Put it there, get the money
In the back of a Volvo car
Sample
Hold over
Pay up, sign up LA

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Cold War Kids – La River (La Divine Album)

Posted on April 19, 2017 by Azlyrics

On the LA river
On the LA river
I know it’s familiar
But tell me why you wanna stay in New York
Why you wanna stay in New York
But you don’t know anyone
And you can’t find the right chord
On the LA river
On the LA river
Come on, come on, come on
On the LA river

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The Maine – Black Butterflies And Deja Vu (Lovely Little Lonely Album)

Posted on April 17, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse 1]
What would you say if you could say
Everything you needed to
To the one, you needed to?
You flash like a setting sun
You come around, I come undone
Can’t find the sound under my tongue
When I look at you

[Chorus]
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words

[Verse 2]
Just yesterday north of LA
I couldn’t help but think of you
Every time I think of you
You crash like a rolling wave
You come around I lose my brain
Can’t find the sound under my tongue
When I look at you

[Chorus]
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words

[Bridge]
I’ve been searching for the right words
But I can’t even find an echo
Don’t you let go
There are only twenty
Six letters I can use
Just to tell you I won’t let go
Don’t you let go

[Chorus]
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words

[Chorus]
I lose my voice when I look at you
Can’t make a noise though I’m trying to
Tell you all the right words
Waiting on the right words
Just another lovesick afternoon
Black butterflies and déjà vu
Hoping for the right words
Waiting for the right words

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Cousin Stizz – Headlock (feat. Offset)

Posted on April 14, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 1: Cousin Stizz]
Yeah, almost fell out
How did I know you would sell out?
I hit the block and I sellout
Plug in LA, put the mail out
Niggas be waitin’ for handouts
I roll the blunts size of dreadlocks
Most of my sneakers is dead-stock
I fuck the bitch ’til the bed rocks
I will not sell from the crib though
No service there like a dead spot
I don’t eat pig ’cause it smell cop
I been this way since the sandbox
And I must live what I cannot
Impossible? Why the hell not
I’m more lucky than shamrock
All my dogs cold, and the lead hot

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
Yeah, I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 2: Offset]
Bad bitches walkin’ on some red bottoms
Countin’ up the racks, I be playin’ with ’em
Ice copped Patek, hundred thou’ on my arm
Got yo’ bitch on the run, yeah she callin’ me the gun
The Actavis, it got a nigga in a headlock
Flintstone diamonds, make these bitches bed rock
Hoppin’ in the coupe, drop top, robot
Everybody gotta stick, ain’t no Glocks
Just popped the perc, I ain’t fuckin’ with the xan
Yeah, shawty bad but lil’ mama a fan
I’m the engine that told you I can
Big bank take lil’ bank, the battle of bands
Heart of a lion, I ain’t sacred of these niggas
Hoppin’ in that lamb, switch gears on these niggas
Heat tryna kill, put a tear on a nigga
There he go nigga, pray for your nigga

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Verse 3: Cousin Stizz]
These days I run it like Ricky, I’m Ross
What did it take? Turn yourself to a boss
I’m getting oral, B, you know I floss
Straight to the bread at all costs
Those diamonds ain’t real, boy, so knock it off
Hittin’ the 4 ’til I’m noddin’ off
Smokin’ the gas with the CBs and rastas
Just spent $100 on one plate of pasta
Green and the red I’m like Blanca
Play with the Tim Turner concha
Rollie in water like lobster
Me and three bitches in Benihana
I ain’t their daddy, they call me papa
Hundred bands come up of fifty dollars
Watch out for snakes like a Gucci collar

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out
Doing they can’t, ’cause it’s deadlock
Four until four, almost fell out
I put the drank in the headlock
Tryna cross me, boy you better not
Four until four, almost fell out

[Outro: Cousin Stizz]
I put the drank in a headlock
I-I put the drank in a headlock

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Quentin Miller – Expression 5

Posted on April 13, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
One three one seven man
Man, man, yeah

[Verse 1]
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the Clicks..
Mac, iPhone, PC
Clocked in middle of the night
2am going on 3
You wouldn’t understand my life
Wouldn’t understand, yeah
‘Bout to move to LA, ATL get too cold man
Middle man sittin’ in the way
Middle aged Quentin on the way
Nigga finna turn 28
Can’t be sittin’ in the same place
Can’t take a break no, no
Can’t take a break (whoa)
Back in the kitchen like Deen
Fuck these niggas like Dean
Legendary like Mike Dean
You ain’t seen the shit that I seen
I could never work at a desk
Nigga found a way to cheat death
Music only thing I got left, damn
Jump right back to the beats
20 somethin’ songs in a week
Checks comin in from the clicks
Mac, iPhone, PC
Mac, iPhone, P-(alright)

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 2]
(Yeah)
I made this beat and song yesterday
2017 we in a different age
Directly to my fans, ask the middle man
Yeah, XO’s for all my women friends
Respects owed to us we doing
What they said we can’t, man
Shout out Boi-1da he set the play up if it…
Wasn’t for him I’d still be minimum wage
Till this day
Big blessings, I’m seeing big blessings
Grind harder, stack, leave my kids blessings
Put some respect up on my name
Quentin million dollar Miller
Keep the change, peep the change, damn
Peep the change, yeah

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Rexx Life Raj – Handheld GPS

Posted on April 8, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook]
I’ve been out the way tryna gain it all
Weed and Adderall, that’ll get me there
Hoping soon enough, I don’t do enough, I could do some more
I don’t even know what I’m shooting for but I’m shooting anyway

[Verse 1]
Handheld GPS, still everybody’s lost
We’re in the land of the free where everything costs
But everything is everything though
I’ve been holding onto too much, now it’s time to let everything go
Leave all these thoughts and the weed I blow
Probably swoop a little shawty from the east side though
LA trips in this SUV
4 niggas deep, still fit a few hoes
Berkley, Telegraph Ave be the fast life
But I’m Hollywood when I’m on Melrose
2 cellphones, still so disconnected
Social media disingenuous
It’s that shit that needs disinfecting
Sitting back, counting blessings
Don’t accept no for answers, ask questions
Fuck a suggestion, use intuition
When your heart speaks to you, you should listen
I’ve been minding my business
I’ve been building my business
I’ve seen niggas go from checking for FASFA checks
To signing checls for millions
Shoutout G, boy that’s 30 Ms
Get an indoor pool and I’ll slide and swim
You came a long way from that blue Corolla
You was sliding in, inspiration
It’s better when you lead by demonstration
Don’t compare me to anybody, that’s disrespectful
These niggas ancient

[Hook]
I’ve been out the way tryna gain it all
Weed and Adderall, that’ll get me there
Hoping soon enough, I don’t do enough, I could do some more
I don’t even know what I’m shooting for but I’m shooting anyway

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Evidence – Throw It All Away

Posted on April 6, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

[Verse 1]
I did a show in Chicago on the first
Now I’m back in LA like Chicago and First
No sun but I’ll father this verse
That’s all I’m probably worth
And I’m from sunny CA to rain on all of this earth
Rainy terrain, receive the God sent messages
We know the answer, but dance around what the question is
What is it
It’s back to who’s on first
It’s my dog
It’s his tail
It’s the chase
It’s the search
It’s the ignorance that causes all the bliss in my surroundings
Cause dealing with reality’s like drawing out your boundaries
And I refuse to be referred as less than a creative so catch me when I’m live in town as I’ve been demonstrating
That I could find my greatness in the waking of my absence
And absolutely kill it when they’re dealing out these bad hands
A player plays what a player’s dealt
And carries baggage like conveyor belts
And never fucking saves his wealth

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m gonna blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply is there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

[Verse 2]
I write to Alchemist cause others don’t inspire me
I got my people and they got my back entirely
I kill with Iriscience on the side of me
And by myself I lay em’ out and iron out the irony
What a long winding road it’s been
With no sign of slowing up around its turns and bends
How many have friends that ain’t foes within
Dirty laundry in the wash, but them clothes don’t spin
I mean really, I kill two birds with one bullet
The target’s when I line it up, the triggers when I pull it
Out the gate a bit late, but the champ is back
I need a third hand to wear my rings and hold plaques
I hit the track like the runners new
Hands high like a stickup Killer Michael running jewels
It’s true, the eyes slanted, my fam rock the planet
Don’t take fans for granted like the money is due

[Chorus]
I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

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Evidence – Throw It All Away Lyrics

Posted on April 5, 2017 by Azlyrics

Chorus:
“I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

Verse 1 :
“I did a show in Chicago on the first
Now I’m back in LA like Chicago and First
No sun but I’ll father this verse
That’s all I’m probably worth
And I’m from sunny CA to rain on all of this earth
Rainy terrain, receive the God sent messages
We know the answer, but dance around what the question is
What is it
It’s back to who’s on first
It’s my dog
It’s his tail
It’s the chase
It’s the search
It’s the ignorance that causes all the bliss in my surroundings
Cause dealing with reality’s like drawing out your boundaries
And I refuse to be referred as less than a creative so catch me when I’m live in town as I’ve been demonstrating
That I could find my greatness in the waking of my absence
And absolutely kill it when they’re dealing out these bad hands
A player plays what a players dealt
And carries baggage like conveyor belts
And never fucking saves his wealth

Chorus :
“I got some money I’m gonna blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply is there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

Verse 2:
“I write to alchemist cause others don’t inspire me I got my people and they got my back entirely
I kill with Iriscience on the side of me
And by myself I lay em’ out and iron out the irony
What a long winding road it’s been
With no sign of slowing up around it’s turns and bends
How many have friends that ain’t foes within
Dirty laundry in the wash, but them clothes don’t spin
I mean really, I kill two birds with one bullet
The target’s when I line it up
The triggers when I pull it
Out the gate
A bit late, but the champ is back
I need a third hand to wear my rings and hold plaques
I hit the track like the runners new
Hands high like a stick up
Killer Michael running jewels
It’s true, the eyes slanted
My Fam rock the planet
Don’t take fans for granted
Like the money is due

Chorus:
“I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain

“I got some money I’m a blow it all today
They say Michael don’t throw it all away
And my reply was there’s more on the way
When I said it I was walking in the rain”

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John Warden – Out Of Here lyrics

Posted on April 4, 2017 by Azlyrics

Out of Here

Gas is flowing
Wheels are rolling 
I’m outa here

Sparks igniting
I’m through with fighting
I’m outa here

You dragged me all over LA’s not so freeways
Through all that smog I just couldn’t see
Just how bad, just how bad you were to me

Engines revving
I’m through with begging
I’m outa here

Gears are turning 
My mind is burning
I’m outa here

Ain’t gonna play those L.A. Games with you
Not gonna be your fool no more
My foot’s on the gas shoved down to the floor

Speeds increasing
All your deceiving
I’m outa here

Exhaust is flying
You thought I’s lying
I’m outa here

Nothing left for us to talk about
Except all those lies you were feeding me
I had my fill, it’s time to leave

Don’t send any emails, don’t try to call me, I forgot your name already

You dragged me all over LA’s not so freeways
Through all that smog I just couldn’t see
Just how bad, just how bad you were to me

The 1 to the 101…the 405…the 5 to the 91… the 605… the 405…the 101…
And back to the 1 where it all had started from…

Chorus

Don’t send any emails, don’t try to call me, I forgot your name already
Don’t send any emails, not even a text, I forgot your name already

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Casanova – Line Me (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

Posted on April 3, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Pre-Hook]
I shoot till my bezels broke
Check my watch ‘fore I let it go
Take away, smell the smoke
Nigga just wrapped a brick, with a naked hoe
She suckin’ dick, while she textin’ you

[Hook]
Oh, nigga tryna line me
Tell my goons get behind me
Get low, start firin’
All you heard was sirens
Oh, niggas ain’t gettin’ me
No vest on, they ain’t hit me
They ain’t even know I had 50
Lord have mercy, forgive me

[Verse 1]
I can see clearly
Still looking for the fools who killed Biggie
All headshots, no kidneys
Still looking for the fools who killed Biggie

[Pre-Hook]
I shoot till my bezels broke
Check my watch ‘fore I let it go
Take away, smell the smoke
Nigga just wrapped a brick, with a naked hoe
She suckin’ dick, while she textin’ you

[Verse 2]
Bitch I’m on the road
Cops tried to pull me over at the door
Think you these pussy nigga hoes
Fuck it! pedal to the floor
Cops on the stake out
Told my mom hit the safe get the cake out
Now I gotta break out
They got the helicopters and the K’s out

[Pre-Hook]
I shoot till my bezels broke
Check my watch ‘fore I let it go
Take away, smell the smoke
Nigga just wrapped a brick, with a naked hoe
She suckin’ dick, while she textin’ you

[Verse 3]
Now I’m in LA
Niggas cry, niggas dying everyday
And I ain’t tryin’ to play
Had them hoolies outside where you stay
You know I’m with that mob shit
Clean ’em up with the stick or the Glock quick
Fill ’em up with the hot shit
Every week I gotta get my watch fixed

[Pre-Hook]
I shoot till my bezels broke
Check my watch ‘fore I let it go
Take away, smell the smoke
Nigga just wrapped a brick, with a naked hoe
She suckin’ dick, while she textin’ you

[Hook]
Oh, nigga tryna line me
Tell my goons get behind me
Get low, start firin’
All you heard was sirens
Oh, niggas ain’t gettin’ me
No vest on, they ain’t hit me
They ain’t even know I had 50
Lord have mercy, forgive me

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Mike WiLL Made It – W Y O (What You On) (Ransom 2 Album)

Posted on March 25, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Intro]
Mike Willy with me nigga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
I’m out in the booth eating candy and shit
Can’t get enough, (Can’t get enough)
Eeeeeeeeeeeee

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

[Verse 1]
That was a mistake, I didn’t mean to say that
I fuck on that bitch and she don’t tell no one, I don’t play that
I’m real, I just told you so you can know where your lil’ bae at
And if you ever play about that lil’ bitch, I’ll beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better, motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
I’m hungry, I want some competitors
And that shit get fly like a pelican
I’m in LA, I want me some editors
Don’t step on this landmine
I’m geeked out my mind, I’m not mankind
But this stick I’ma blast mine
Your bitch a tutor, you can class mine
Chanel first, no you can’t last mine
Didn’t I tell you ’bout that last time
I’m eating so good, it’s that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, nigga, halftime (Blatt)

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

[Verse 2]
Pull up on a bitch, in that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that bitch up out my car and made her walk
No I’m not from Texas but I pull up kickin’ sauce (ooooohhh weeeee)
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuff that bitch in a fender bender
Bend that bitch over like sinner sinner
Fuck the police, Man they trying to kill us
But I think they know that them slimes are killers (SLIME)
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are triller
The lots and lots lots of niggas
Fuck em all like we some thottie niggas
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
Fuck on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
Cuz I really love it, didn’t do it to show it
Bought a G5 for my boys, my boys
Fuck a car note, I don’t owe her nothing oh
Lactose intolerant, Bae I’m spoiled, I’m spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey Baby)

[Hook]
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you can’t take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit but I don’t know what you on

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Cold hearted – Bryce Fox lyrics

Posted on March 22, 2017 by Azlyrics

Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted

It’s somewhere north of Florida
A little west of Georgia
At my best, you’re not impressed
‘Cause I’m a loser
Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota
Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted)

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

You like hills and yoga
I like hanging over
You’re more like Kim and I’m too nice to be your Kanye
Stand up like a soldier versuri-lyrics.info
But I’m a rock & roller
I take my rage and throw the flames into the water.

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

I’m way too cold to hold ya
Call me when it’s over
I realized I’m just as frozen as the rest.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearteddd.
Bryce Fox lyrics
Video hearted

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JAHKOY – California Heaven

Posted on March 11, 2017 by Azlyrics

Seems like all these girls are perfect
All these girls are perfect
In LA, in LA
They’ve got so much there to purchase
All those labels on their purses
In LA, in LA

You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(Plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels I swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s California
(Yao) Heaven’s California

Blank face, amazing grace
God damn girl, got got god damn girl
Use your angel wings, no hands girl
I’m the man from the land girl
Go ham in the Lam’ girl
You know skirt skirt
And if you skirt skirt
Give me work work
Thats missionary like church church
Legs open like pearly gates in a thug mansion
Get a thug passion
Without Alize
Bow down to pray
I burn an ounce a day
Puff puff pass
No rosaries like Catholics
Might cop the rolls, just to crash it
You could rock the rollie while I hit it
Hey you could rock the rollie while I hit it
Yeah school boy in a new toy
With a new toy, a whole down fig
You was looking for heaven and you found it
You was looking for heaven and you found it

Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels I swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s California
Heaven’s California

Man they party on the week days (count it)
Party on the week days (count it, count it, count it, count it)
In LA, in LA
I swear they know all the DJs
Walk in the club and don’t pay
Man they must be so paid
Okay, in LA
They poppin in LA

You ain’t gotta die
Just go buy you a plane ticket
(Plane ticket, pla-plane ticket)
This place will change your life
Ask the guys who just came to visit
Once they came, they just can’t go nowhere

Heaven must be somewhere in California
No place I’ve seen compares to California
There’s nothing but angels out there
A place filled with angels I swear
They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s California

They say come and join us
The weathers much warmer
Heaven’s California
Heaven’s California

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Oddisee – This Girl I Know [Www.Respecta.Is] (The Iceberg Album)

Posted on March 9, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Verse One]
I got a lover but it’s complicated
We’ve been off and on, trying to keep the fire warm
But a brother jaded
I’ve even moved up to Brooklyn so that we could bond
Feel like I see her even less then when I lived away and
Suffocated by the city she ain’t ever home
She in LA or any other place that ain’t my arms
Can’t say she cheating because she was never mine alone
I just think I’m better for her than the drug dealers and the lie tellers
Yeah am I wise but I could be wrong
Please don’t let be
I gave her time and a half while others get her free
And I ain’t one to compare but what I see
Is her in a lesser form with anybody instead of me
We on a different page, same play different stage
Waited on the street to say hi, I must have missed the wave Await her call to come by

[Hook]
I know this girl around town
She cool, she cool, she cool
She coming around, round
When no one around, round
She come through, come through, she come through
We messing around, round
Already for now, now
We do, what we do, we do
But we know that for now, now
Is only for now, now
We through, we through, we through
But I still lover her though

[Verse Two]
We’ve come a long way
Even though she keep me at arm’s length
Over her head and she responds late
I place the blame on all them clowns that she round
Because intelligence ain’t part of their style
Smarten up dumb it down
Drop a jewel rocking jewelry
The way you move done parted the crowd
And I know you did the knowledge before admitted to college So why you hanging round with this foolery
The same lame’s bragging how he bagged you dorm rooms
Done tried to flip the mattress acting like he adore you
Same bed, if it ain’t all true
Why am I here
You know they lying through the locks and the beards
Although I’m faded I’m as sharp as they is
‘Cause he ain’t seen a barbershop in some years
Don’t mean that he the one to lead us when apocalypse near You know I’m right, you see the light in the days
Final calling me I’ll see you tonight aye

[Hook]
I know this girl around town
She cool, she cool, she cool
She coming around, round
When no one around, round
She come through, come through, she come through
We messing around, round
Already for now, now
We do, what we do, we do
But we know that for now, now
Is only for now, now
We through, we through, we through
But I still lover her though

[Verse Three]
You ever love somebody that didn’t reciprocate it
But they give you just enough to keep waiting
Thinking maybe they might see you how you see them with patience
Will come say when they quit faking on the heart that you gave them
But do you give it for gift or for the feeling itself
If nothing’s in it for you would you still be willing to help
I think my love know me more than I give credit for
She made me greater even though I tell her that I’m better for her
But she done heard it before and she gone hear it again
It’s plenty men that tried to holler in metaphor
I’d love to talk to her but I talk through her
We speak our minds the same time and so I let her off
Am I the side piece or the main squeeze
Either way I’m filled with pride when I hear her thank me
So she can come and go as she please
She leave me ‘lone but not in moments of need
Ain’t only mine and maybe so it should be

[Hook]
I know this girl around town
She cool, she cool, she cool
She coming around, round
When no one around, round
She come through, come through, she come through
We messing around, round
Already for now, now
We do, what we do, we do
But we know that for now, now
Is only for now, now
We through, we through, we through
But I still lover her though

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Warm Brew – I Swear (feat. Buddy)

Posted on March 1, 2017 by Azlyrics

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 1: Ray Wright]
Like what the fuck I got to lie for?
House parties, bad shorties, dodgin’ 5-0
Three young brothers bout to get richer than Lionel
Give a fuck if I was late I’m right on time and doin’ fine hoe
Now watch me make this Blackwood disappear
OG aroma make a lil bitch drop her rear
It seem my game keep elevating every year
Known to make the spot jump as if it wasn’t clear

[Verse 2: Serk]
It ain’t never gon’ stop like a candy 64 realest on the block
Round the clock we gon’ always be dope
Hock a loogey of some true player game
Woman flockin’ way they move say thangs
Hipaholic let it loose baby
I’m a product of my zoo LA
From nigga June to May

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

[Verse 3: Manu Li]
Now looky here looky here I got lunch money
Sittin’ clean we ain’t fuckin’ wit them dust bunnies
Pennies in my hush puppies nigga what’s bummy
I campaign with the damn thang
I came here for the beer stayed her for the champagne
And some whiskey that’s for J strange and the dead homies
Its gettin’ hotter every year
I say every year niggas droppin’ like flies I’m just happy that I’m here
There’s a reason why I’m here i make yo life sound tight
You can fake it till you make it but its not my hype
Cause laid back and I kick facts
Havin’ fun makin’ money off of all these tracks foooo!

[Buddy]
More poppin’, more shoppin’, more coppin’
Show rockin’, crowd surfin’, don’t drop me
4 X

[Ray Wright]
Cause we ain’t come all this way to turn around
The game it need us more than ever right now
My people travel miles n miles to hear the sound
N see the way that Westside Warm brew Lay it down….

[Hook: Ray Wright]
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year
Lil late just be happy that I’m here
We gon’ party so nobody shed a tear
Shake yo body mami move that derrière
I swear the shit get mo poppin’ every year

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