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Young Thug – I’m On Lyrics




[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye
We got London on da Track
You should loosen up a little bit
Girl, you should loosen up a little bit
I just thought
You should know
Thought that you should know
It’s a whole new world
You can be my girl
You should know
Foreign, we could go
Got a lil’ molly and coke
Use your nose
Gotta use your nose
Use your nose
Got a lil’ molly and coke
But you gotta use your nose
Fee-fi-fo
G.I. Joe
We can go high as skies go
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I never seen no bitch that won’t go on a UFO
Ay, ay, oh
Yikes, I know, aye

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car, yeah

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Me and you should roll
We should go
I ain’t washin’ my clothes
I’d buy these new clothes
I’d rather buy new clothes
Saint Laurent on my toes
Fifty racks in the store
Fifty more in my coat
Big bank Slime, ho
Spent one or two dimes on her
I spend time with the owners
Big bank, Slime owner
We a different breed
We just tryna succeed
Got some diamonds on my teeth
Tell me who do it like me?
I’m ’bout to tease it
First, I gotta eat it
I got my reasons
I got some reasons
Everyone ’round me bleedin’
Yeah, the top floor of the Four Seasons
I was this close to servin’ them keys
Now twenty hoes on they knees

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hope your girlfriend got on green, ah
Hit a lick in all black, Reebok
Come down the block in a tank top
And y’all gon’ kill the scene, yeah
Need the money just for what I fiend, yeah
I’ma try just ’bout everything, yeah
I’ma go all out for the green, yeah
I’ma ball out with my team, yeah
I’ma pull up in a ‘vette (skrrt, skrrt)
You know that I’m reppin’ my set (I’m reppin’ my set)
I just hopped out the jet, yeah
Now I’m headed to the check, yeah
Whole lotta money right up in my jeans
I’ma get up and go get what I need
Beat the game, somethin’ like Billie Jean
Mixin’ red in a pint with the green
Hit the gas, I’ma tear up the scene
[?], you ain’t tryin’ me
Walked in with a slime with me
Hit up Ellie for a brand new ring

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Yeah, bails like south, yeah
Dick in her mouth, yeah
‘Bout to fuck her on the couch, yeah
Fuck her slow like slouch, yeah
‘Bout to get in my mouth, yeah
Hopped from Ferrari to couch, yeah
Bankhead bounce, yeah
None of my diamonds got clout
I got a car in the house like couch
I got a key to your main bitch house
I steer the Rolls Royce today, ain’t feel like gettin’ rained out
Philippe’s on me today
I got a bitch, I ain’t trustin’ her mouth
I ’bout to kick shit sideways right now
‘Bout to say something right now
I got a pill in my stomach right now
I got a lotta new money right now
Blue face, hunnid by the low
Inside out, white nose
Hol’ up, baby girl, move
Everybody cut my bros
Put my dick in her nose
They might pass that hoe to my bros
I got 20-dollar bills, we cold
Got five, put it right up in her nose, yeah
I know she about the green hoe, yeah
Got Jeffery workin’ on these hoes, yeah
Eenie, miney, mo, which one I’m ’bout to floss
Eenie, miney, mo, which one don’t got draws
I’ma pinky roll, pass her to the dawg
Scottie pimp these hoes, show ’em Michael Jordan
All my diamonds bought without the clout
I put it up as if it was a drought
New York niggas call me without a doubt
I’ma ride for ’em like we at the house, uh
Ain’t got a beat in my trunk, yeah
Like factories, I gon’ ride these cars, yeah
Ride a Maybach like a hump, yeah
Backseat turn to a bunk, yeah
I take a trip to ya chain gang, I wanna go to ya compound
Love for every rich nigga except Donald Trump, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should buy some Vans
Money long as a caddy, yeah
All these rap niggas daddy
I should invest in vans
I don’t do no dabbin’ fresher than some ranch

[Hook: Young Thug]
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
My bag and me, a bunch on
No more public homes, mama
We on, on
Turn the crunch on, I gotta stay on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I’m on, on
I been racin’ from the start
Only [?] park the car




DJ ESCO – Light Show Lyrics




[Intro: Future]
Tarantino with me
Lights!
YFBG, nigga
Every time we step out

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
My wrist mean, light show
I’m goin’ green, Geico
A murder scene, might go
Pretty thing, thot hoe
I got big rocks
I’m goin’ big clocks
I fucked up big top
She gave me big top
[?]
Taliban sold that rock
Gucci tag down to my sock
[?] J’s on top
Look like 10 big rocks
I might go fuck on my side hoe
Diamonds on my neck, that light show
Shinin’ in the dark, that night glow
[?]
Let her off the leash, she like to fight hoes
Ain’t no IDs at the night shows
[?]
Fuckin’ on the team with the [?]
[?], right toe
[?]
Real diamonds on me no light zone

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, light glow
Lick, froze, whoa, whoa
Wrist real cocoa
Pinky ring, white show

[Verse 2: Future]
Iced out lookin’ like a lamp, yeah
Ice on my wrist catch cramps, yeah
100 [?] on my neck
100 hitters in my clique
Young nigga pull up wit’ a stick
[?] camera roll, gotta [?]
Got a blizzard sittin’ on my wrist
I’m the wizard, everything lit
I wet the galaxy (yeah!)
That’s a fatality (yeah!)
Ice in my [drink?] (yeah!)
Boostin’ my stamina (yeah!)
Ice my ring (yeah!)
Ice my hoes (yeah!)
Wit’ kilos, (yeah!)
I wipe your nose (yeah!)
1000 karats (yeah!)
Had a bitch starin’ (yeah!)
I just be glarin’ (yeah!)
Are you comparin’? (yeah!)
Oh, this ain’t McLaren (yeah!)
My hoe and my [?] (yeah!)
I play wit’ them falcons (yeah!)
Like I play for the Falcons (yeah!)

[Chorus: Future]
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
Light show, light it up!
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
Light it up! Light show
When I step out, neck glow
When I pop out, UFO
Ill rain, melee
Shoot ’em with the Draco, a AK
Light show
Light show
Light show
Light show
When I step out, light show
My neck, my wrist, it’ll glow
Cartiers up to my elbows
Crushed ice, nigga, night glow


Joyner Lucas – Look Alive (Remix)


[Intro]
All you a lie
Nigga, I ain’t ever been a "yes" man
All you gonna die, you can get murdered on webcam
I don’t get tired; sweat through a headband
You might look alive, that’s ’cause you don’t really know you a dead man

[Verse 1]
This is God’s plan, someone stop me
I’ve been sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Ferrari
Don’t be trying to put your fucking arm around me
44 shots traumatize in front of 45 hit 44 more
Carbon copies say you kamikazes
That’s for e’rybody
Mama, Poppy
Sister, Brother, Cousin, Uncle, Auntie
This is not Versace, this is hot hibachi
This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I’m Mahatma Gandhi, a fucking humanoid Anunnaki
With plenty hammers when I’m riding shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
Ain’t too hard to find me
I’ve been killing niggas, still ain’t nothin’ left though
Joyner Lucas sicker than a strep throat
Spanish bitch that wanna give me besos
They must’ve forgot I was next up
Speed out your crib right after I clean out your shit and then put all of your fucking money in a escrow
Fuck what you saying, I’m not the one that you play with
I think they really mistaken, I wasn’t next up?
You thought wrong and you all gone, all done
I just might bring back Don Juan, I just might bring back Sean John
Tell P Diddy that I’m on one
I’ma be the down with a Du-Rag
Pussy ate out, that’s a PopCon
If I don’t fuck with you, that’s too bad (god damn)
Hoe, you played out like the dansant
Ain’t no bygones being bygones
I should murder niggas when I buy guns
Hoe, you get stretched like Nylon
This is my band, I’m Dylon
All I wanna do is just drop bombs on you cheerleadin’ niggas with the pom-poms
My Jamaica bitch got socks on, every time I hit it she be like, "Wagwan"
Peter Piper picked a pepper, and I put the pressure
Pick a fight, I pick a side, I put you on a stretcher
Peter Piper picked up a nine, I put it together
Started poppin’ at the people, they ’bout to meet the Beretta
Better meet the metal, I’m in need of a heat of a measure
Put you deeper than what’s deep of the sea of the desert
I’ve been scheming while I’m creeping, like fifty feet to the Jetta
Niggas speed and hit the pedal, put my feet in the metal, god damn!

[Bridge]
508 all on my side, they gon’ ride, they gon’ ride
Nigga, this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon’ retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied
I ain’t got no fucking job, this my life, this my, wait—

[Verse 2]
All of y’all wishy and washy
All y’all my kids in a car seat
I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi
Lyin’ in the sand, too much time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand, I think I’m ’bout to catch me a body!
Tell all my teachers that I said I’m back on my G shit and I’m coming back to get even
I went on tour and got paid, now I’m back in the region, I let off this mac for no reason
You are now witnessing greatness, I’m practically preaching and this is the passion of Jesus
And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I’ve just been laughing and geekin’
Back to business, I got mad intentions, I ain’t perfect, I done made some bad decisions
But it’s competition, I’m a savage winning
You can have the digits, I’m a mathematician
I don’t see you niggas, I’ve been lacking vision
You’ve been acting different, I’ve been acting distant
I’ma do some shit to bring me mad attention
You gon’ do some shit that send me back to prison, whoa!
This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire
I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you ’bout to meet your secret admirer
How you do shit you don’t wanna do? I do that shit just to keep me inspired
I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to, now I hit it and be sleepin’ inside her, woo
Roll up on ’em when I pull up on ’em, put that motherfucking smoke up on ’em with that holy water
Joyner Lucas, I’m a holy mona [?] leader motor runnin’
Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought about it
Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta show ’em what it’s all about and I’ma call ’em out
I ain’t that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it down
Don’t be tryna give me the run around, I’ll shut ’em down god damn, wait

[Bridge]
508 all on my side, they gon’ ride, they gon’ ride
Nigga this a homicide, oh my god, oh my god
I said I was gon’ retire, bitch I lied, bitch I lied
I ain’t got no fucking job, this my life, this my

[Verse 3]
This is God’s plan, someone stop me
I was sent here from Illuminati
Evil scriptures written on my body
Me and Satan pull up in a red Buggati
Don’t be tryna put your fucking arm around me
Bring the drama, it ain’t hard to find me
This a lucid dream, this a out-of-body
UFO flying while I’m riding shotty
I’m a ninja, pull up on a Kawasaki
187 on the cops behind me
This is Hiroshima, this is Nagasaki
I’m Mahatma Gandhi in a Maserati, god damn
Now call me Papi
Plenty hammers wanna ride on shotty
Better use your manners when you talk about me
It ain’t hard to find me, motherfucker
My name Joyner


Lil Skies – Creeping Lyrics


Ain’t no shame on you
Aye aye

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear thats the perfect sequence

[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie shawty you know you impressed
See you fuckin’ with me now cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low collect these checks
She fuck with solid niggas
She don’t be fuckin’ with broke boys
I ran it up that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe
She don’t be fuckin’ with no toys
Watch my back niggas lurkin’
My girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect
Dip and dash when we swervin’
Oh me, Oh my
Put my hand on your thigh
If I come through tonight
I’ll make you touch the ski
Dont need to wink my eye
Know I’m not even playin’
You know just what I’m sayin’
Got you and all your cravings

[Bridge]
Blame on me no shame on you
No you can’t hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chop the deuce
Fuck that we gettin loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like its soup

[Chorus]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creepin’
Baby go on offense I’m playin’ defense
You want top I swear that’s the perfect sequence

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe
Two bitches spread your roof
That pussy good I’m blamin’ you
You drippin’ shame on you
She got real water
Head real smarter
They into business from florida
Probably can afford her
Bentley truck might park the cop
I’m living comfortable
Talk money then I’m stuck with you
Now I’m in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO
No smoke talk im the CEO
My bitches is bad they do the most
She way too foreign straight off the boat
I put her on top she leaking
She leakin’
Touch you a freak on the weekend

Blame on me no shame on you
Girl you can’t hide the truth
I might get a rarri coupe
But just to flex on you


Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Sammy Hagar – Not 4 Sale lyrics


All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Couldn’t buy my life
I sleep late
Black coffee, burnt toast, some tomato juice
Go online, check my email
A toothbrush and I’m all brand new
Then my guitar starts lookin’ at me
I start hummin’ this old melody
It sounds familiar, but that’s alright
It gets me by, it keeps me high
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Couldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
Yeah, I like drivin
Stay up late just lookin at the starts
Believe in God, believe in aliens
UFO’s in my backyard
And then the words come flyin out of me
I lay em down to a sweet melody
It sounds familiar but that’s alright
It gets me by, it keeps me high
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
All the money in the world
Yeah, it’s not perfect but it’s really, really fine
You come on, get some but ya stand in line
It’s all I got but I call it mine
Well, my friend’s worth a couple million
And he’s miserable as any man can be
He no fun, no sense of humor
That ain’t the way it’s supposed to be
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t change my life or make my life, no
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life
Cause my life’s not 4 sale
All the money in the world
Wouldn’t buy my life or change my life, no
All the money in the world
Ain’t gonna buy my life cause
My life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
No, my life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
Can’t buy my life, my life’s not for sale
All the money in the world
All the money in the world
All the money in the world
Won’t make my life, change my life, buy my life cause
My life’s not 4 sale


Lupe Fiasco – Jump (feat. Gizzle) (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Lupe Fiasco & Gizzle – Jump (On The Late Show With Stephen Colbert) (Live)


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Gold medals, them my role models, rollin’ old models
Lowered old schools, flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, "Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that "Superstar" shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take like a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, "I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like"
She said, "My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life"
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, "Nigga hit the gas," went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb and ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard and she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like "What is this?"
And then we looked up and a light came down and pulled us to a ship
Like, "What the fuck?"

[Hook: Gizzle]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

[Verse 3: Gizzle]
Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches? Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper
For a rapper, now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lap dance
With a lit match in your left hand and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah nigga, nah nigga, I ain’t in no rush

[Verse 4: Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

[Hook: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—no!

[Outro: Gizzle + Lupe Fiasco]
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


LUPE FIASCO – Jump lyrics


Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Lupe Fiasco – Jump lyrics


Gold medals, them my role models
Rollin’ old models, lowered old schools
Flowin’ cold and goin’ gold follows
Flower bearin’, call it petals to the floor
Power sharin’, call it devils to the door
Power, power, ’til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be droppin’ at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trappin’ with no niggas
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, crackin’ off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, “Now here’s my proposition:
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit ’em
Then we take ’em to the radio, the DJ better spin ’em
Then we take ’em to the record store and sell a couple million”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that “Superstar” shit, she wanted somethin’ for the streets
Said it might take ’bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, “I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil’ more info on exactly what I write
Some details ’bout a female, ’bout your life and what you like”
She said, “My life is like a bitch, and I’m just like my life”
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them niggas started bussin’
Like that boycott was over and that we had overcome it
She said, “Nigga hit the gas,” went from zero to a hunnid
Now we runnin’ from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hangin’ out the window with that thumper she was dumpin’
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cummin’
We was swervin’, jumped the curb
And ditched the whip and started runnin’
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathin’ hard
And she was sittin’ there smokin’ kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like “What is this?”
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, “What the fuck?”

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen

Well now this the shit I’m talkin’ ’bout, the shit that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bitch feel right at home
Now where the bitches?
Get them intergalactic asses to clappin’
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trappin’
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn gettin’ a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standin’ there just lookin’, nigga? Turn that shit up
Hop in some of this alien pussy, let me know how it work
I’m just sayin’, I’m gon’ be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, nigga, nah nigga
I ain’t in no rush

Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when’d you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy fuck that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flyin’ saucer pilot
But first thing’s gon’ be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, nigga

I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I’ma do it how they did it
Nigga we’re goin’ home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now nigga, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care—No!

Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do. Like I ain’t ’bout to pass up on all this shit, you see this? Like we time jumpin’ and shit. You wanna go back and do what, just rap? You can rap up here!
Yeah nigga, just rap. No you can’t, nigga, this is space. You can’t, fuck that, we goin’ home. DROGAS!


Lupe Fiasco feat. Gizzle – Jump Lyrics


(Verse 1 – Lupe Fiasco)
Gold medals, them my role models
Rolling old models, lowered old schools
Flowing cold and going gold follows
Flower bearing, call it petals to the floor
Power sharing, call it devils to the door
Power, power, til ain’t no devils anymore
Flower, flowers, they be dropping at the feet of my sun
Move a thousand miles per hour down the street of my slum
And who do I meet, to the beat of my drum
It was little Susie Uzi, she sold crack and was a killer
All bitch dope tip, wasn’t trapping with no ni**as
Had a long money, minor do that action for them figures
Her influence fully automatic, cracking off the Richter, yeah
Walked up to my ride, asked me could she get inside
She pointed at her pistol so I properly replied
Told me, out here in the streets, she ain’t have no competition
And with me up on them beats, then we shared the same description
With a blunt between her lips, she said, Now here’s my proposition
You just write a bunch of raps for me and I’ma go and spit em
Then we take em to the radio, the DJ better spin em
Then we take em to the record store and sell a couple million

(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen

(Verse 2 – Lupe Fiasco)
Tell me call up Soundtrakk, have him send a couple beats
Not that Superstar s**t, she wanted something for the streets
Said it might take bout a month, she said it better take a week
Gave my arm a little punch and then she pointed at her heat
Said, I saw that thing the first time, you don’t gotta do it twice
But I need a lil more info on exactly what I write
Some details bout a female, bout your life and what you like
She said, My life is like a bi**h, and I’m just like my life
Then pow-pow-pow-pow-pow, yeah them ni**as started bussing
Like that boycott was over and that….overcoming
She said, ni**a hit the gas, went from zero to a hunnid
Now we running from some killers, I was so sick to my stomach
She was hanging out the window with that thumper she was dumping
Had a look upon her face that made me think that she was cumming
We was swerving, jumped the curb
And di**hed the whip and started running
Tried to jump over a wall, but it was a little tall
So we ducked behind a bush and that’s how we got overlooked
I was shook and breathing hard
And she was sitting there smoking kush
Then we both started to glow, we looked around like What is this?
And then we looked up and a light came down
And pulled us to a ship, like, what the f**k?

(Chorus – Gizzle)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen

(Verse 3 – Gizzle)
Well now this the s**t I’m talking bout, the s**t that I’ve been on
Yeah lightyears outer space, but still a bi**h feel right at home
Now where the bi**hes?
Get them intergalactic asses to clapping
Break down some of that candy and roll it up in a wrapper for a rapper
Now I could never go back to trapping
And who needs Atlanta when you’re on Saturn getting a lapdance
With a lit match in your left hand, and your right hand is a gas can
And at any given moment, I could burn this shit up
Why you standing there just looking, ni**a? Turn that s**t up
Hop in some of this alien pu**y, let me know how it work
I’m just saying, I’m gong be there and I ain’t in no rush
Nah, ni**a, nah ni**a
I ain’t in no rush

(Verse 4 – Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy I thought you couldn’t rap, when you learn how to do that?
Then what you need me for if you already know how to flow?
Ayy f**k that, we gotta go, wouldn’t even be in this ho
If you told me from the jump we wouldn’t be on this UFO
But I think that I can fly us, stole a key so I can try it
Never thought that I would ever be a flying saucer pilot
But first thing’s gong be first, when we get back to that earth
I’ma go back to them raps and you can go back to that work, ni**a

(Chorus – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
I already got the money, already got the bi**hes
I see these other ni**as, I’ma do it how they did it
Ni**a we’re going home, home!
From a trapper to a rapper, trapper to a rapper
Trapper to a rapper, now ni**a, make it happen
You can kill me, I don’t care no!

(Outro – Gizzle & Lupe Fiasco)
Ayy look, the basic thing is, you can do whatever you wanna do
Like I ain’t bout to pass up on all this s**t, you see this?
Like we time jumping and s**t
You wanna go back and do what, just rap?
You can rap up here!
Yeah ni**a, just rap
No you can’t, ni**a, this is space
You can’t, f**k that, we going home
DROGAS!


Frank Ocean – Self Control (Blonde Album)


[Intro: Frank Ocean]
Pool side convo about your summer last night, oh yeah
About your summer last night
Ain’t give you no play, mm
Could I make it shine last night?
Could I make it shine on it last night, last night?
Could we make it in? Do we have time?

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I’ll be the boyfriend in your wet dreams tonight
Noses on a rail, little virgin wears the white
You cut your hair but you used to live a blinded life
Wish I was there, wish we’d grown up on the same advice
And our time was right
[Chorus: Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me, for me

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Now and then you miss it, sounds make you cry
Some nights you dance with tears in your eyes
I came to visit cause you see me like a UFO
That’s like never, cause I made you use your self control
And you made me lose my self control, my self control

[Chorus: Yung Lean + Austin Feinstein]
Keep a place for me, for me
I’ll sleep between y’all, it’s nothing
Keep a place for me
It’s nothing, it’s nothing
It’s nothing, it’s nothing

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
(Nobody else, nobody else)
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it
I, I, I
Know you gotta leave, leave, leave
Take down some summer time
Give up, just tonight, night, night
I, I, I
Know you got someone comin’
You’re spitting game, oh you got it


Three Days Grace – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore


[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO obliterate the way that I feel

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Outro]
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore
High anymore


Three Days Grace – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics


[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home,
When the moon is bleeding red.
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head.
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah,
Everybody’s on something here.
My godsend chemical best friend,
Skeleton whispering in my ear.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms,
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans.
My handshake, cellophane, landscape,
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can.
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red,
No hands on the steering wheel.
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show,
UFO obliterate the way that I feel.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore,
You don’t get me high anymore,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end,
Stare with me into the abyss.
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is.

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun,
Not like before,
You don’t get me high anymore.
Used to take one,
Now it takes four,
You don’t get me high anymore.

[Outro]
High anymore,
High anymore,
High anymore,
High anymore.


Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics

October 15, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I don’t like stayin’ at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Verse 2]
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My handshake, cellophane, landscape
Mannequin fakin’ it the best that I can
Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho puppet show
UFO obliterate the way I feel

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

[Chorus]
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

[Outro]
(High anymore)
(You don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore
(High anymore)
(You don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore


Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore lyrics

October 14, 2016

Lyrics

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I don’t like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head

Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My hand shake cellophane landscape
Mannequin (fakin’ it) the best I can.

It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho
Puppet show
UFO
Obliterate the way I feel

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore

Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is

Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore

You don’t get me high anymore
(high anymore)
(you don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore


Phantogram – You Don’t Get Me High Anymore (Three Album) letras

October 7, 2016

Lyrics

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I don’t like staying at home
When the moon is bleeding red
Woke up stoned in the backseat
From a dream where my teeth fell out of my head
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah
Everybody’s on something here
My godsend chemical best friend
Skeleton whispering in my ear
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
Runnin’ through emergency rooms
Spinning wheels and ceiling fans
My hand shake cellophane landscape
Mannequin (fakin’ it) the best I can.
It’s Cadillac, Cadillac red
No hands on the steering wheel
I’m crashing this save-a-ho
Puppet show
UFO
Obliterate the way I feel
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
Walk with me to the end
Stare with me into the abyss
Do you feel like letting go?
I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun
Not like before
You don’t get me high anymore
Used to take one
Now it’s takes four
You don’t get me high anymore
You don’t get me high anymore
(high anymore)
(you don’t get me, you don’t get me high anymore)
You don’t get me high anymore