Tag: OCD


Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)




[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…




Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food




[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…


Hard to love – Matthew Koma lyrics


Lyrics Matthew Koma – Hard to love

I rule the world from my sweat pants
I got a bitchin’ collection of headbands
I don’t wanna go out and see your friend’s band
Tell me when you had enough, enough, enough’s enough
I’m OCD with panic attacks
I got a thing for Japanese dry snacks
My voice was on like every fuckin’ house track
Tell me when you heard enough, enough, enough’s enough.(hard to love)

But hear me out this time my love
I’m tryna be someone you want
Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs?
You see something no one else does”.

‘Cause I’m hard to love
I’m hard to love
Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to love
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee
My heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to loveee.

Day and night at the studio
When I get home I reek of weed and I’m moody though
You say you can’t pick up and follow when my tummy rolls
I got a red eye to New York, tomorrow we’ll talk
And if you want a true gentleman versuri-lyrics.info
That’s a sport that I don’t got any medals in
I’m a sole that your shoes oughtta settle in
Show me a little bit of trust, just a touch.

But hear me out this time my love
I’m tryna be something I’m not
Your friends will tell you “Whitney, are you taking drugs?
Smoke ’em from his little black plugs”.

‘Cause I’m hard to loveee
I’m hard to loveee
Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to love
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one
Plus I’m just hard to loveee.

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you thrill me
Versuri-lyrics.info
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby
So why don’t you thrill me.

Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love, I’m hard to loveee
But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus I’m just hard to loveee.

Yellow tiger on a leash
A diamond in the rough
The heart is in the right places
But I’m hard to love.

But you mean everything to me
Don’t let me mess it up
‘Cause you’re the only one I
Plus, but I’m hard to loveee.
Matthew Koma lyrics
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